The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 64

Chapter 64

When the Holy Text Heavenly Venerable returned from the Crimson Heaven Realm, he noticed that the border area of Xianning was practically deserted. Apart from the two disciples guarding the gate, all the usual activities like loitering, organized training, and even teaching were gone.

Under normal circumstances, many people should be present at the entrance to the Xianning Immortal Realm.

Why was today so abnormal?

Holy Text vaguely felt that something was amiss. As he walked closer, he realized no one had come to greet him.

The two disciples guarding the boundary marker had low cultivation levels and were drowsy.

Where was their leader? Why were they so lax? Were they not afraid of an invasion from the Demon Realm?

Holy Text walked over and coldly asked: “What happened?”

The two disciples immediately woke up with a start. Seeing it was the Holy Text Heavenly Venerable, they immediately knelt without even having time to perform the proper disciple’s salute: “Nothing happened. Everything is fine in Xianning.”

“Even if everything is fine, you should not be this lax,” the Ninth Immortal Saint, Qi Maogu, stepped forward and chastised. “What if an external enemy invades one day? Do you not consider these things? As a barrier for Xianning, you must bear the corresponding responsibility. Do not waste the days and neglect your duties.”

The two disciples trembled, repeatedly saying yes.

“We will strictly adhere to the teachings of the Heavenly Venerable and the Immortal Saint. In the future, we will definitely…”

Wait.

That’s not right. Where would an invasion come from? It was well-known that the Immortals and Demons were friendly now, and the Demon Lord was having a wonderful time with everyone. How could there be a war?

The gate-guarding disciples were so relaxed precisely because they considered this.

It was rumored that the Demon Lord was participating in a feast today, and all disciples could attend, not just limited to a few sects.

This was much more exciting! Regardless of their status, anyone from Xianning could go and catch a glimpse of the Demon Lord’s demeanor.

This was a rare opportunity!

In normal times, very few people could meet the Demon Realm’s Venerable Lord!

Last time, when the Demon Lord appeared at the forbidden zone, only a portion of the people saw her true face. Everyone said she was an unprecedented beauty, and as the rumors spread, those who didn’t see the Demon Lord were also curious and wanted to see her with their own eyes.

And so.

The entire Xianning crowd went to forcefully watch the spectacle today, and barely anyone came to greet their Heavenly Venerable.

Holy Text didn’t know all this. He just nodded, instructing them not to be so careless next time.

The disciples acknowledged him and then said: “Heavenly Venerable, please hurry. The feast should not be over yet. You can still catch the excitement.”

A feast?

Bai Xian asked on behalf of the Holy Text Heavenly Venerable: “What kind of event is it, that it’s so lively?”

The disciple: “It’s just a simple feast. Everyone is there, and the disciples’ enthusiasm is very high.”

Holy Text was somewhat surprised, but it was irrelevant. He was just very relieved the people of Xianning rarely held large entertainment activities. Apart from the annual competitions and apprentice recruitment, everyone was quietly practicing, and few activities could mobilize everyone and generate such enthusiasm.

In a time when everyone was numb and indifferent, encountering such an event was a blessing.

Holy Text nodded reservedly: “Very good. This Venerable One is very pleased.”

The two disciples rubbed their heads and exchanged smiles.

“Heavenly Venerable, should we go join the fun?” Bai Xian stepped forward and asked. “Before the feast ends, why don’t you go and take a look too?”

After the journey and his failure to find Siqing, Holy Text was not in the mood. He said indifferently: “This Venerable One will not disturb the fun of these younger disciples. Otherwise, they won’t be able to relax and enjoy themselves. This Venerable One will first return to the Fu Yun Hall to rest and deal with the accumulated affairs.”

Bai Xian and Qi Maogu bid farewell and saluted the Heavenly Venerable.

Holy Text looked at Bai Xian: “In the future, change your address and call me Master.”

Although this matter had already been agreed upon, Bai Xian still felt flattered, as if she were in an unrealistic beautiful dream…

This was the Holy Text Heavenly Venerable!

How did she deserve it?

However, Bai Xian was very willing to be a disciple of the Holy Text Heavenly Venerable at the Fu Yun Hall, because then she would often have the opportunity to see Tong Siqing.

Tong Siqing saved her and brought light to her dark and gloomy imprisonment.

She was willing to follow the Holy Text Heavenly Venerable and also often see Siqing.

Bai Xian lowered her gaze: “Yes, Master.”

Holy Text returned to the Hall of Fu Yun Peak alone. As soon as he landed, he found that even the Fu Yun Hall was deserted.

Because Holy Text didn’t know that the disciples had actually been punished and sent away, he assumed that the disciples of Fu Yun Hall had all gone to join the excitement.

This made him even more curious.

What kind of interesting activity could attract everyone?

He walked inside with suspicion, and the further he went, the more he felt something was wrong. Fu Yun Hall looked like no one had been there for a long time. There was some dust on the floor, and the accumulated letters at the entrance had piled up into a small mountain, preventing him from easily pushing the door open.

Holy Text suddenly had a strange feeling. When he was in Xianning, he noticed that the disciples never had any particular emotional fluctuations. They were like training puppets, doing the same things day after day.

Occasionally, there were lecture activities by Immortal Masters, but few people ever went, and certain sects had to be forced to bring a few disciples to fill the seats.

Was he, as the Heavenly Venerable, too boring?

How could it be that as soon as he left Xianning, everyone seemed to change from stagnant water to living water, enthusiastically joining the fun, not even bothering to clean the Fu Yun Hall?

Has he lived too long to keep up with the thinking of the younger generation now?

Holy Text felt a momentary sense of defeat because he recalled that his own daughter was the same. Whenever she came to his Fu Yun Hall, she was always proper and well-behaved, not daring to laugh loudly, only occasionally giving a slight smile. But when she was elsewhere, she would be cheerful and clingy with her senior and junior siblings, showing no sign of restraint.

Alas.

Inside the vast palace, Holy Text, in his silver robes, sat alone and lonely in the position of the Heavenly Venerable, like an abandoned old father.

Holy Text calmed himself. Suddenly, he felt a little sad.

Just as his heart was filled with emotion, Bai Xian and Qi Maogu also arrived at the feast venue.

The scene was truly lively. Guests’ cups were clinking among the disciples’ seats below. Sword cultivators were performing sword dances in the hall. The seats of honor were filled with great experts, Immortal Masters, and Immortal Saints…

Bai Xian and Qi Maogu exchanged glances, sighing: “Xianning has really changed a lot.”

Just as the atmosphere was very lively, the slightly tipsy Demon Lord held a wine cup and lazily and casually glanced towards the crowd.

And made eye contact with Bai Xian.

For some reason, at that moment, Shi Zhihua immediately sobered up.

Bai Xian: !!!

Her jaw almost dropped in surprise!

If she wasn’t mistaken, the person sitting at the top was the Demon Lord herself!!!

The other party actually sat openly in the seat of honor! She was surrounded by a group of Immortal Masters and Immortal Saints, and they were all chatting and talking together joyfully!

Bai Xian turned and asked Qi Maogu: “Immortal Saint, have I gone crazy because I was too surprised?”

Otherwise, why would the Holy Text Heavenly Venerable take her as a disciple, and why would she witness this bizarre situation of the Demon Lord hosting a banquet for the Xianning disciples!

This defies common sense.

It’s very likely she has gone crazy herself.

Qi Maogu, who was next to her, hadn’t seen the Demon Lord at first. Then, Qi Maogu also glanced at the top.

His pupils dilated in shock, as if he had been struck and scorched by lightning.

Qi Maogu stammered: “I, I, my goodness… that, that, up there, is, is that the Demon, Demon Lord?”

Bai Xian was awkward: “Y-yes, it is.”

Qi Maogu: “Could it be that both of us have gone crazy?”

Bai Xian: “Perhaps.”

There are so many Xianning disciples here, and so many great experts. How could they allow the Demon Lord to appear so openly!

Both of them felt that it was too absurd, so they stood frozen in place for a long time, unable to move.

They were like sober people who had stumbled into an illusory dreamland. The intoxicated people were indulging themselves, while the sober ones could neither join in nor understand.

They could only stand there in a daze.

At the highest seat, Tong Siqing wanted to drink wine. Just as she picked up the cup, the little golden snake in her sleeve darted out and very eagerly buried its little triangular head into the wine cup.

“You are not allowed to drink.” Tong Siqing pinched its little tail, trying to pull it out. However, the little golden snake’s tail was slippery, and she failed to hold it, accidentally dropping it into the wine cup instead.

Qing Lin quietly said to Su Rong on the side: “Snake-infused wine is a famous tonic in the Demon Realm. The higher the cultivation of the demon snake, the more nourishing the resulting wine is.”

Tong Siqing breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this: “I see. You scared me. I thought she would be injured by soaking in the wine.”

Qing Lin: “…”

Is that sentence a bit difficult to understand? What she said was a tonic. It doesn’t nourish the snake, but the person who drinks the snake-infused wine.

Shi Zhihua added, driving the point home: “Anyway, as long as she’s not buried in the dirt, she won’t die.”

Tong Siqing lowered her head: “Next time, I won’t dare to bury her in the dirt. I originally thought it would be warmer in the dirt, and the soil is nourishing.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She now understood. Tong Siqing saying she couldn’t keep pets alive was not false modesty; she truly couldn’t keep them alive.

Because this ‘rabbit’ had no common sense about life. The more effort she put in, the more likely she was to torture the little pet to death.

“I once raised a flower. Because I was worried it wouldn’t grow tall, I kept feeding it, even passing on my cultivation to it,” Tong Siqing said with some sadness. Who would have thought, “In the end, it still died.”

Flowers and plants cannot be over-nourished.

With her high cultivation, directly force-feeding it to the little flower would definitely torture the other party to death!

Shi Zhihua didn’t know how to comfort her, so she just held the wine cup and smiled at her.

Tong Siqing looked down: “Oh no! She’s drunk.”

When the little golden snake first fell in, everyone was busy chatting with each other and had long forgotten to fish her out.

When they looked again, the little golden snake was already tipsy.

Tong Siqing inverted the wine cup. The little golden snake slipped out, soft and limp, falling onto the table like a strip of cloth.

And just then, the dragon horns on the little golden snake’s head suddenly disappeared!

Tong Siqing: !!!

Shi Zhihua: !!!

Where is the Hatred Suppression?

Where is the immortal artifact? How did it vanish into thin air?

Qing Lin poked her head over and, seeing the little golden snake’s horns were gone, she muttered: “I remember that the little dragons of the North Sea Dragon Clan seem to lose their horns for a period of time when they reach adulthood.”

Tong Siqing was a little flustered: “Then how can we get them back?”

Qing Lin didn’t know either. She said: “We have to go to the North Sea and ask. They seem to have something there that can help the little dragons regrow their horns.”

Shi Zhihua nodded: “Then let’s go and take a look.”

While they were talking, Bai Xian and the others below had also recovered their senses.

Bai Xian secretly sent a voice transmission to Tong Siqing, asking her what was happening and why the Demon Lord had returned.

Bai Xian also told Tong Siqing that her Father Venerable, Holy Text, had returned. Did she want to go to the Fu Yun Hall to see him?

In fact, Bai Xian’s original intention was to secretly distract Tong Siqing without alarming the Demon Lord, so that the former could go and hide in the Fu Yun Hall first, and then everyone could join forces to subdue the Demon Lord.

But she never expected that the moment Tong Siqing heard her, she would immediately relay the exact message to the Demon Lord beside her.

The wine cup in Shi Zhihua’s hand tightened.

What? Holy Text actually returned at this time?

Not long ago, she had falsely claimed that Holy Text had invited her as a guest. If she encountered him face-to-face, wouldn’t her lie be exposed?

Shi Zhihua’s fingers tightened, gripping Tong Siqing’s wrist: “There is no time to lose. We must set off for the North Sea immediately.”

Tong Siqing was confused: “But we haven’t gone to see my Father Venerable yet. My bad habits haven’t been fixed.”

Shi Zhihua endured: “This Venerable One can accept them.”

Tong Siqing instantly relaxed: “So Zhihua also likes me that way! I thought Zhihua would be disgusted!”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

It’s not a matter of being disgusted or not, but a matter of whether she can handle it. She should ask her delicate waist.

Whatever, whatever. These are all trivial matters.

She absolutely could not be intercepted by Holy Text in Xianning. Otherwise, with so many people here, she definitely wouldn’t be able to escape.

She had to seize the moment before the other party reacted and quickly make a getaway!

Shi Zhihua grabbed Tong Siqing’s hand, smiled, and bid farewell to everyone, saying that she couldn’t hold her liquor and needed to leave first.

Naturally, no one stopped her. The atmosphere was just right, and everyone was enjoying themselves.

Since the Holy Text Heavenly Venerable is not here, let’s just relax.

These disciples, who were used to being repressed, played more wildly than anyone else. They seized this opportunity to let loose.

By the time the feast dispersed, the Demon Lord and the others had long vanished.

At this moment, the sun had already set in the west. The Holy Text Heavenly Venerable held a scroll and walked alone along a winding path to clear his mind.

His heart was heavy and troubled. All kinds of worries surged forth, but as the Heavenly Venerable, he couldn’t express his personal emotions. He had to prioritize the overall situation and maintain a powerful appearance of being omniscient and omnipotent.

Holy Text didn’t know how long he had walked along this path.

As it was nearly dark, a few disciples returning from the feast appeared on the path.

From a distance, the disciples were pushing and playfully teasing each other. Unconsciously, their topic turned to today’s feast:

“The Demon Lord really lives up to her reputation. She is insightful yet domineering, and her methods are very decisive. I was stunned when I heard the policies she implemented in the Demon Realm!”

“No sensible person listens to that! We were just focused on looking at her.”

“That’s right, she’s too beautiful! There really is such a perfect face in the world!”

“Right, right, right. I took one look, and my legs felt weak.”

“I feel like if the Demon Lord got angry, she could genuinely kill me instantly. Her eyes are too majestic.”

“Wuwuwu, who says otherwise?”

Holy Text’s steps suddenly halted. He was momentarily confused. Who did they say came?

Who was at today’s feast?

The Demon Lord?

Shi Zhihua???

The disciples were already walking away.

He vaguely heard the remaining words, piecing together the general outline of the story… It seemed that he, the Heavenly Venerable, had specifically invited the other party to be a guest in Xianning. The Demon Lord then toured each sect one by one, even visited the Destiny Tree, stayed in the Que Chi Hall every day, and was ultimately welcomed by everyone. They all joyfully gathered and held a grand feast.

Holy Text: “…”

The scroll in his hand…

dropped.

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