The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 78

Chapter 78

The Demon Lord: “…“

Who is it?

Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen is your Father Venerable?

The Demon Lord froze for a few seconds. Her mind instantly exploded. This, she could never have imagined that one day she would fall in love with Sheng Wen’s daughter.

What kind of situation is this?

Also, was the other party speaking nonsense?

The Demon Lord grabbed Tong Siqing’s collar, pulling her slightly away, and asked again: “Then your Father Venerable actually tolerates you being with me?“

Tong Siqing nodded very obediently: “Yes. Father Venerable even invited Zhihua to be a guest at the Xianning Sect. The disciples of Xianning also really like you.“

The Demon Lord was aghast.

Is it actually true?

She would never have imagined this could happen, and when the other party said these words, she was subconsciously willing to believe them.

Firstly, when the other party beat Ji Wudu, the natal sword she took out was a rare divine weapon in the world, something ordinary cultivators absolutely couldn’t possess. Secondly, the other party’s cultivation was very profound, and her internal energy was pure and clear, the kind only possessed by cultivators. Thirdly, when the other party helped everyone burn the Sinner’s Robes a while ago, she used the Daylight Purifying Flame, which only someone of at least the Immortal Saint level could use.

The Demon Lord had never carefully considered these details. In fact, she had more or less an answer in her heart; she just wasn’t willing to admit it.

Now that the answer was directly pointed out, it was impossible not to be completely shocked.

The Demon Lord thought that there were too many bizarre things in this world, and one more wasn’t impossible. After all, her being able to gradually accept the girl in front of her was already very absurd. Accepting the other party’s identity was not impossible either.

Like a frog being boiled in warm water, her tolerance and bottom line were retreating further and further…

Presumably, the Demon Lord outside also changed this way.

Unbeknownst to her, most of her Charm Technique had already dispersed, yet she didn’t know it. She continued to stroke the person in her arms while spacing out.

It might not be impossible.

The Demon Lord pondered carefully. In my world, Sheng Wen doesn’t know about this matter. That is to say, if I claim his daughter, he definitely won’t have any mental preparation and will probably be infuriated to death.

That would be too satisfying.

The Demon Lord thought of the years she had been targeted by the Xianning group and absolutely hated Sheng Wen. She narrowed her eyes, thinking that she would possess Tong Siqing now, then arrogantly send Sheng Wen a video recording. It would surely anger the other party to death.

That would be excellent.

Just thinking this made her blood boil with excitement.

The Demon Lord was suddenly moved. Her eyes slowly lightened, and her breathing quickened a little. She was about to brush aside Tong Siqing’s dark hair to kiss her.

But at this moment, Tong Siqing in her arms suddenly trembled, breaking the Charm Technique.

Tong Siqing was startled and quickly pushed the other party away.

The Demon Lord was interrupted and a little displeased, but to obtain the other party, she patiently continued to act: “I am your Zhihua. Siqing, what’s wrong?“

Tong Siqing felt a little dizzy. She knew the Demon Lord didn’t know her real name, but the person in front of her clearly knew her identity, so she… should be her Zhihua?

But the two looked exactly alike, making it hard to distinguish the fake from the real.

“Zhihua?” Tong Siqing asked again uncertainly. “Did you come?“

The Demon Lord smiled sweetly: “Yes.“

No, it’s not.

Tong Siqing felt that something was very wrong. She raised her fingers and covered the lower half of the Demon Lord’s face remotely, only revealing the other party’s red eyes.

The Demon Lord’s eyes went from light to deep, seemingly filled with deep affection, but the emotion was actually shallow. That faint layer of love simply couldn’t deepen further. It was just a disguise.

No, this is not her Zhihua.

A person’s eyes transmit emotions, so she wouldn’t mistake the other party for Zhihua.

Tong Siqing was sure.

Although her Zhihua’s gaze was cold most of the time, when facing her, it completely lacked the usual coldness. Instead, it was gentle like spring flowers blooming and the sun coming out after the rain. There was no pretense at all, only genuine affection.

“You are not her.” Tong Siqing immediately moved away. “You were clearly lying to me.”

The Demon Lord stopped pretending, her expression turning cold: “In any case, she and I are no different. It makes no difference to you. Why do you demand so much? Isn’t it fine to just treat me as her? This Venerable One is not even angry, so what reason do you have to be angry?”

The Demon Lord felt that the other party was truly disobedient. I, as the Demon Lord, don’t mind being treated as a substitute, yet she is acting aggrieved first.

“It’s different.” Tong Siqing stubbornly shook her head. “No, this is a betrayal.”

The Demon Lord was annoyed. She didn’t understand why this was such a big deal.

In their Demon Realm, there were plenty of promiscuous demons. Most people weren’t so particular, even willing to be intimate with two or three people simultaneously. They were nothing like Tong Siqing, who was loyal to one person once she recognized them.

The people of the Xianning Sect are truly troublesome.

The Demon Lord glanced at her, then leaned back lazily, threatening the other party: “Do you accept or not? I’ll give you one last chance. If you are not sensible, don’t blame this Venerable One for being ruthless.”

Tong Siqing summoned her sword, her body full of hostility: “Venerable One may not be able to defeat me.”

The Demon Lord: “…”

How could the other party turn a romantic encounter into a confrontation?

All her interest was almost gone.

The Demon Lord furrowed her slender brow and looked at her sharply: “Do you want to compete with this Venerable One?”

Isn’t she joking?

This is the Yu Yin Palace, my territory. How could I be threatened by the other party? Isn’t this a joke?

But the Demon Lord didn’t really want to fight the other party right now. It was getting late. She was starting to feel a little weary and didn’t want to conflict with anyone at this time… especially this person, whom she was still planning to enjoy.

“Alright, put down your sword.” The Demon Lord waved her hand. “This Venerable One is too lazy to compete with you.”

Tong Siqing lowered her sword but still maintained a high level of vigilance and dared not approach.

The Demon Lord looked at her with some incomprehension: “You are so good to the Shi Zhihua outside. Does she treat you with such undivided attention as well? What would you feel if she had three wives and four concubines, with a woman on each arm?”

Tong Siqing said: “She only has me by her side.”

The Demon Lord laughed: “Impossible.”

I am the Demon Lord. Even if I don’t like love now, if I become interested one day, I will definitely indulge many people, not just her alone.

She didn’t believe that the person outside could be exclusively devoted to one person.

“It’s true,” Tong Siqing said. “So you are different from her.”

Perhaps.

The Demon Lord looked at her determined eyes, couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, then lay down lazily, looking at her: “Perhaps you are right. This Venerable One cannot form a bond with you. You belong to the Shi Zhihua outside, not to me.”

Then where is the person who is destined to form a bond with me?

The Demon Lord calmed down, thinking with a touch of loneliness: Has the person destined to form a bond with me not appeared yet?

Tong Siqing said: “You can go to the Xianning Sect and look for the Tong Siqing inside the Mirage Domain. Maybe… maybe you can find a good match.”

Of course, the probability of this wasn’t very high.

Because Tong Siqing knew that the world inside the Mirage Domain was the world before her individual consciousness awakened. In this cruel and boring world, “Tong Siqing” was the protagonist controlled by fate, firm in her will, not interested in love, and full of righteousness for the world. Not only would she not fall in love with a specific person, but even if she did, she wouldn’t choose the Demon Lord.

That was her mortal enemy!

“Wait, that…” Tong Siqing thought for a moment and still gave a kind reminder, “If Venerable One wants to look for her, I suggest you don’t expose your true identity. Otherwise, it might be a bit tricky.”

Tong Siqing’s words were still conservative. It wasn’t “a bit tricky.” It would be extremely difficult. The other party could easily be run through with a sword by the unawakened version of herself.

The Demon Lord only heard that the person belonging to her was in Xianning. How could she listen to the rest?

She was itching with curiosity and couldn’t wait to go to the Xianning Sect immediately.

“Alright, this Venerable One understands.” The Demon Lord waved her hand, telling her to leave. “You may withdraw.”

Tong Siqing got up to leave. After thinking about it, she still cautioned: “Remember to be careful.”

The Demon Lord snorted coldly: “I’m not going to look for her. Why are you so anxious?”

Not going to look for her? Then there’s no problem.

Tong Siqing felt relieved, hugged her Azure Spirit Sword, and left.

After confirming she had truly left, the lazy aura on the Demon Lord instantly vanished. She immediately rose from the couch, meticulously dressed up, and happily prepared to go to the Xianning Sect to take a look.

She had been ready for the evening’s pleasure, but who would have thought the other party would break her Charm Technique and cut short her excitement at a crucial moment.

When the Demon Lord was excited, she was always impatient and eager to achieve her goal.

She felt that if she couldn’t see Sheng Wen’s daughter in Xianning tonight, she would have trouble sleeping all night.

That won’t do.

She had to go and see her now.

Even if she did nothing, just a glimpse from afar would satisfy her curiosity.

What she said she would do, she did. The Demon Lord who had just declared she “won’t go see her” instantly vanished from the room, rushing to the Xianning Sect at the fastest speed of her life.

The Xianning Sect’s defenses were very strong at night. It was difficult for outsiders to sneak in.

Even as the Demon Lord, she still spent a great deal of effort finding a way to enter Xianning.

Based on Tong Siqing’s information, the person who was about to form a bond with her was the daughter of Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen of the Xianning Sect, the Immortal Saint Siqing.

So the Demon Lord went straight to the Quechi Hall. When she arrived, she found the place deserted.

She was a little confused. After thinking for a moment, she turned and went to the Fuyun Hall to take a look.

The Demon Lord was bold due to her great skill. Relying on her powerful cultivation, she went straight to where Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen was located.

Fortunately, she went to the right place.

The Immortal Saint Siqing was indeed busy with something in the Fuyun Hall.

Sheng Wen hadn’t slept all night. He was standing in the hall talking to his disciples.

The Immortal Saint Siqing was behind her Father Venerable, like a clear, bright crescent moon, a sight that brought joy to the heart.

The Demon Lord watched her back from a distance. A clear spring seemed to flow through her heart. She felt very relaxed and content. She thought to herself with a bit of self-satisfaction: Will this person be mine eventually?

That would be too wonderful.

The Demon Lord had always thought she hated everyone in Xianning. It wasn’t until today that she discovered the people of the Xianning Sect also had a unique beauty. For example, the person not far in front of her had a cold and dignified demeanor, clearly to her liking.

Unfortunately, the Immortal Saint Siqing never turned around.

The Demon Lord had no choice but to secretly cast a spell to listen to what the father and daughter were busy discussing.

Inside the Fuyun Hall.

Sheng Wen’s voice was cold: “An outsider has forcefully broken in. The defenses must be strengthened these next few days.”

The Immortal Saint Siqing asked her Father Venerable: “An outsider? From outside Xianning… or…”

Sheng Wen’s voice became even colder, chilling people’s hearts more than the night frost: “Far outside Xianning. Neither the Great Dao nor Fate can restrain the other party. This Venerable One cannot even see her origin. I only know she does not belong to this world.”

Who is it?

Who can actually suppress the fate and order of this place?

The eavesdropping Demon Lord’s heart skipped a beat. She thought: Could it be true, as Tong Siqing said, that my world is only a Mirage Domain, and the outside is the reality?

Her mind was in chaos, and a slight flaw appeared in her eavesdropping spell.

At this moment, the Fuyun Hall suddenly fell silent for an instant. The Immortal Saint Siqing, who had her back to her, suddenly turned around, pointing her sword outward—

“Who is there!”

The night was thick. The Demon Lord concealed herself within, hiding her red eyes and pretending to be a night cat.

“Siqing,” Sheng Wen called his daughter again, “You are the Immortal Saint of Xianning. It will be hard work these next few days. Lead the disciples to reinforce the entire Xianning Sect. Although this outsider may not come to Xianning, we must still heighten our defenses…”

“Understood, Father Venerable.” The Immortal Saint Siqing retracted her palm. The Azure Spirit Sword disappeared into thin air. She cupped her fists and bowed: “Your daughter takes her leave. I will not disturb Father Venerable.”

Sheng Wen nodded: “Go.”

The Immortal Saint Siqing was silent and got up to leave.

As she left, she was still cautiously searching the night for an enemy. After looking around a few times and finding no one, she finally left.

The Demon Lord’s heart was pounding.

Not because she was worried about being discovered.

But because she was excited.

This “Immortal Saint Siqing’s” personality was not very similar to Tong Siqing’s and was more severe. Her steps carried a strong wind. Just one look, and one could see the cold light emanating from her.

A cold, clear moon…

What will she be like when she falls in love with me?

The Demon Lord, who had transformed into a night cat, rested her paws on her face, unable to contain the joy in her heart.

She let out a “meow,” wagged her tail, stepped on the grass, and followed the other party.

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