The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

When Tong Siqing followed, the clothes in her arms were already piled up like a small mountain, completely blocking her vision.

Shi Zhihua was unaware of this.

So, when she had stripped down all the way to the edge of the Demon Spring, she deliberately looked back with seductive, silky eyes.

She expected to see a blushing rabbit, but instead, she turned to face a walking small mountain.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

The small mountain was still moving and nearly bumped into her.

Tong Siqing poked her head out, her gaze clear: “Master, your clothes fell on the floor, and I picked them up for you.”

Shi Zhihua was astonished… Is she an idiot?

In this situation, how could she be so single-mindedly focused on picking up clothes?

After the shock, a peculiar anger welled up from the bottom of her heart.

She considered herself one of the greatest beauties in the world! She recalled how, when she used to visit the mortal realm, countless people eagerly followed her, unable to catch a glimpse, and even the leader of the Hehuan Sect’s succubi would come to curry favor and beg for a brief connection…

Shi Zhihua prided herself on her charm, yet she constantly met with obstacles when dealing with Tong Siqing.

She had walked completely naked, and the other person, like a true gentleman, hadn’t even looked once!

She told her to serve, and she literally picked up clothes like a spirit animal?

Shi Zhihua was utterly furious and didn’t want to talk to her.

It was only after she stepped into the Demon Spring in a sulk that Tong Siqing dared to let out her envious gaze.

Tong Siqing let out a long, internal “Wow—”

Zhihua is truly a great beauty!

Tong Siqing buried her face in the clothes, joyfully inhaling their fragrant scent.

Women in the Xianning Sect, regardless of height or size, all bound their chests and wore loose robes. They were uniformly dressed in plain, elegant clothes, were not allowed to wear strong lipstick, and were prohibited from individualistic dressing. Even the pretty ones were mostly cool, ethereal, and delicately built fairies.

Tong Siqing, having grown up like this, had never seen a beauty as vibrant and richly colored as Shi Zhihua. She was truly a great beauty! Her beauty was exceptional in both skin and bone structure, and her physique was excellent. When she walked, it was with the powerful, vigorous movement of dragons and snakes coiling. Moreover, Tong Siqing always had to look up to see her. Those small-boned fairies of the Xianning Sect simply couldn’t support such magnificent and seductive beauty.

When it comes to looking good, only a major villain can achieve this.

Tong Siqing hugged the clothes and pondered silently.

She seemed to be distracted.

Meanwhile, Shi Zhihua, who had been praised ten thousand times in her heart, was furious.

Because in Shi Zhihua’s eyes she was bathing, and Tong Siqing was distracted!

Distracted!

Is this appropriate?

Shi Zhihua had never allowed servants into her bath. Firstly, most demonic creatures were refined from spirits, prone to lust, and possessing a demonic nature. Those with lower cultivation might fail to guard their hearts and be forced into mating periods. Those with higher cultivation, Shi Zhihua didn’t trust to serve her. What if someone with bad intentions tried to cause trouble? How awkward would that be in such a vulnerable situation?

In the eyes of the demons, the Demon Lord had always been arrogant and aloof, disdaining to use her appearance for anything.

But now, arrogant as she was, she was deeply hurt by Tong Siqing.

She began to doubt if her charm was truly lacking, to the point that Tong Siqing could be distracted while looking at her naked body?

If the other person had just lowered her head or looked away, pretending not to see, Shi Zhihua wouldn’t be this angry.

Tong Siqing’s gaze was present, but her soul seemed to have flown off elsewhere. Her eyes were blank, with a faint, silly smile.

Shi Zhihua’s expression darkened even further.

Truly worthy of being the Sage-Scribe’s good daughter. She was also skilled at causing annoyance.

Could the Sage-Scribe have deliberately sent her to provoke me?

Thinking this, Shi Zhihua looked displeased. She asked in a deep voice: “Did you cultivate the Path of Heartlessness when you were in the Xianning Sect?”

“Ah?”

Tong Siqing snapped out of her daze, her attention drawn by the question.

No, no, she thought.

She wasn’t cultivating the Path of Heartlessness.

Her Father-Venerable had once said that cultivating the Path of Heartlessness was a dehumanizing form of cultivation, only chosen by emotionless zealots devoted solely to the Dao.

Tong Siqing had considered cultivating it because it was faster, but her Father-Venerable had blocked her.

The Sage-Scribe had coldly reprimanded her, the essence being—If you dare cultivate the Path of Heartlessness, I will beat you senseless.

Tong Siqing was afraid of her father, so she immediately backed down and never considered cultivating the Path of Heartlessness again.

How could she be cultivating the Path of Heartlessness? Tong Siqing didn’t understand why Shi Zhihua would think that of her.

Did I seem too wooden?

Tong Siqing felt a little wronged and defended herself: “Cultivators of the Path of Heartlessness will have much less desire and emotion, appearing very cold and wooden.”

Shi Zhihua propped up her chin and understood.

Wasn’t that exactly describing Tong Siqing? She looked so dull, so simple, so ignorant of everything, terrifyingly innocent. She must be cultivating the Path of Heartlessness.

Sure enough.

That vile Sage-Scribe had conspired with his own daughter to humiliate and harm her.

I almost fell into his trap.

Shi Zhihua’s crimson eyes darkened little by little, like a vicious beast lurking in the darkness, staring at the person before her with menace.

How should she retaliate and humiliate her back?

Shi Zhihua thought wickedly, pointed at Tong Siqing, and commanded: “Take it off.”

Tong Siqing: ???

What?

“As a servant, if you don’t listen, you will be thrown out and devoured.”

Shi Zhihua deliberately scared her.

Tong Siqing was indeed frightened and obediently did as told.

The clothes had the Sage-Scribe’s illusion spell on them—the most sophisticated magic in the world, which even Shi Zhihua couldn’t break through.

However, the spell had a flaw.

After putting on the clothes, she had to wear them for at least twelve hours for the spell to permanently set on Tong Siqing, preventing her from being exposed just by changing clothes.

But it hadn’t been twelve hours since she put them on!

Neither of them, nor the Sage-Scribe, had expected that the clothes would need to be removed so quickly.

The unfortunate thing was that the Sage-Scribe hadn’t told Tong Siqing about this. Tong Siqing blindly trusted her Father-Venerable, assuming the spell wouldn’t be broken so easily.

Therefore.

The moment she was fully exposed, she was still dazedly removing her inner garments.

Shi Zhihua had been watching her movements. Watching, watching, she suddenly buried her face in her arms, black hair falling over her shoulders, laughing so hard that she shook—The Sage-Scribe’s illusion spell was broken.

She thought it was so advanced.

It turned out it was just a matter of the clothes.

The beautifully embroidered black robe, pure black, lay collapsed on the ground, just covering Tong Siqing’s ankles.

The stark contrast between extreme fairness and deep black accentuated the girl’s harmless innocence.

Shi Zhihua was laughing so hard she couldn’t speak, so she didn’t manage to stop her.

Tong Siqing was truly honest; she took it off without hesitation. By the time Shi Zhihua finished laughing, the girl had been naked in the misty vapor for quite some time.

After she stopped laughing, Shi Zhihua’s cheeks were still flushed from the rush of blood. She propped up her chin and examined the girl before her, from head to toe, every inch, her gaze gradually deepening.

She stopped smiling, her throat gently bobbing for a moment.

Through the layer of mist, Tong Siqing stood straight and proper, showing no embarrassment, like a good student punished to stand by her Master—sensible, and yet nonsensical.

Because a sensible person wouldn’t strip so neatly and cleanly.

The springhead of the Demon Spring was in Shi Zhihua’s bedchamber. It looked like a simple hot spring for bathing. Shi Zhihua had originally planned to pull Tong Siqing in and break her disguise, but now that Tong Siqing had exposed herself, there was no need for that.

Was there no need for that…?

Shi Zhihua carefully considered the phrase. Her tongue gently pressed against her palate. Her mouth felt a little bland and tasteless. Perhaps a taste of something sweet was needed to dispel this boredom.

By the edge of the pool, Tong Siqing quietly sneezed, possibly feeling a little cold.

She didn’t know why Shi Zhihua wanted her to do this, but in order not to arouse suspicion, she followed the command.

Just as she was feeling cold and rubbing her arms, the great beauty in the water spoke again.

Shi Zhihua looked like she was about to leave the bath, walking barefoot through the shimmering water vapor. She casually pointed at the pile of clothes—

“That garment is bestowed upon you.”

The garment was her own extravagantly styled, wide-sleeved robe.

Tong Siqing was certain that her physique absolutely couldn’t support the robe. When Shi Zhihua wore it, it was strategically revealing and eye-catching. If she wore it, she would trip over it while walking.

Tong Siqing was about to shake her head and refuse when Shi Zhihua personally bent down, picked it up, and draped it over her.

As the other person approached, she brought with her the unique fragrant warmth of a great beauty.

Tong Siqing felt as if she had been brought into the warm pool water. The surrounding chill was instantly dispelled, and the outermost layer of her skin couldn’t help but feel a moment of comfort.

I really want to cuddle the great beauty!

But before she could let her mind wander, the beautiful wide-sleeved robe separated her from the great beauty’s warmth.

The robe was too long. She really couldn’t support it and had to clutch it with her hands, terrified of letting it drop.

This was the first time she had worn such beautiful and vibrant clothing.

This was also the first time Shi Zhihua had seen her wear it.

Shi Zhihua couldn’t help but hold her breath, carefully observing Tong Siqing.

—She usually dressed according to her mood, and hadn’t realized this robe could achieve such an effect.

Tong Siqing, having lost the illusion spell, had returned to her original appearance.

She was as obedient as a spirit creature freshly entered the human world. Her features were delicate and charming, her eyes clear and lustrous, with a sharp distinction between black and white, though the black was more dominant, making her eyes look extremely bright. When she stared at someone, she didn’t dart her eyes around. With such wholehearted attention, who wouldn’t be moved?

The lashes of those eyes were also playful and lovely, curling outward like the petals of a fully blooming flower, delicately framing her gaze.

Shi Zhihua really wanted to reach out and touch her dark, beautiful eyes.

Tong Siqing gripped the robe, staring at her unblinkingly.

“Are you cold?”

Shi Zhihua knowingly asked.

Tong Siqing shook her head: “I was cold just now, but not anymore.”

“But I’m a little cold,” Shi Zhihua was full of malice, but her expression was a gentle smile. She looked at the delicate and charming girl and asked softly, “My clothes were taken by you. What should I wear?”

Tong Siqing predictably replied: “Wear mine.”

Shi Zhihua was waiting for this exact answer.

As soon as her voice faded, Shi Zhihua lightly raised a finger, summoning the robe that had fallen at the girl’s ankles, and loosely draped it over herself.

“Hold the clothes in your hand. Don’t let go,” Shi Zhihua commanded, and then raised her hand to remove a hairpin, telling Tong Siqing to hold it between her teeth.

As her finger gently pressed against her cheek, Shi Zhihua said: “And don’t release your bite.”

She knew Tong Siqing would comply completely.

Behind Tong Siqing, where she couldn’t see, Shi Zhihua turned her palm and conjured a Memory Orb.

She had figured out how to annoy the Sage-Scribe.

Shi Zhihua suddenly reached out, without warning, and shoved Tong Siqing into the pool.

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