The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 81

Chapter 81

“You…”

Sheng Wen hadn’t expected the other party to react this way and was momentarily stunned, his hand frozen mid-air, unsure how to feel.

His daughter had always been obedient to him and never dared to defy his wishes.

How did she become so delicate and rebellious after one trip out?

“No crying.” Sheng Wen sternly straightened his face, his eyes beneath the mask severe. “The Xianning Sect groomed you to command the world, not to cry in front of this Venerable One.”

Tong Siqing wiped her tears, not quite understanding: “Is there any necessary connection between the two?”

Sheng Wen: “…”

He was nearly fuming, so he frowned and looked at Tong Siqing, who was sulking on the ground: “You haven’t learned anything else, but you’ve learned to talk back to your Father-Venerable.”

“I haven’t.” Tong Siqing retorted. “I didn’t deliberately talk back to you, Father-Venerable.”

“Nonsense!” Sheng Wen was also angered and began to argue with her. “This is being stubborn and deliberately talking back. Today it’s talking back, maybe tomorrow you’ll disobey instructions, and the day after tomorrow, you might run off with someone!”

Tong Siqing sat cross-legged and explained seriously: “These things haven’t happened yet, Father-Venerable. If you worry so much, your mood will be greatly affected.”

“How dare you speak to your Father-Venerable like that? Do you even have me, your Father-Venerable, in your eyes? And ‘worry so much’? Did I teach you to talk to me like this?” Sheng Wen flared up, pointing at Tong Siqing on the ground. “And sitting on the ground, what kind of decorum is that? Get up this instant!”

Tong Siqing finally understood.

If the Sheng Wen Heavenly Venerable inside the Mirage was a strict father, then her own Father-Venerable outside the Mirage must be a benevolent one. Although they looked exactly alike, one was fault-finding, and the other was generous and broad-minded.

Her own Father-Venerable was even willing to accept her marrying the Demon Lord! He would even invite the Demon Lord to be a guest at Xianning.

Unlike this one inside the Mirage, this Father-Venerable was far too strict, not good at all.

Tong Siqing held in a breath of dissatisfaction, puffed out her cheeks, and physically expressed her displeasure.

Anyway, this was the Mirage, she wasn’t afraid of this Father-Venerable!

Tong Siqing watched this Father-Venerable getting so angry he was almost smoking, and instead of sympathizing, she continued to be rebellious and infuriating.

“No—”

Who told him to hit her.

Tong Siqing’s face hurt, but she didn’t feel the self-awareness of being beaten because she never truly believed the one hitting her was her own Father-Venerable, so her guts were especially large.

“Has this Father Cloud Palace become too small for you? Have you grown so bold that you dare to disregard the laws of Xianning?” Sheng Wen was so angry his head was spinning, he stepped back half a step to steady himself. “Last night, this Venerable One told you to take precautions and not be careless. Today, you followed someone to go to the outside world. Although you didn’t go, you came back looking like this unruly mess.”

Tong Siqing: ?

Wait, what did he mean by “followed someone to the outside world”?

She was right here, she didn’t wander off?

The outside world? Where was the outside world referring to?

Tong Siqing’s heart skipped a beat, and a not-so-pleasant thought instantly surfaced.

Right there should be an identical version of herself in this Xianning Sect.

So… where did that other self go?

Who did she follow to the “outside world”?

Tong Siqing quickly got up, patted her skirt, and bid farewell to her Father-Venerable.

“Stop! Where are you going?” Sheng Wen hadn’t finished speaking, when he turned around and saw Tong Siqing had run off ages ago. He was furious and quickly followed. “Did this Venerable One allow you to leave?”

Tong Siqing dashed off to the Quechi Hall.

She needed to confirm if the other version of herself was there.

Sure enough, when she arrived, she saw that the other person was indeed missing from Quechi Hall.

Tong Siqing froze, thinking, ‘No way, could Zhihua have accidentally taken that person away when she came?’

Just then, a few meows suddenly came from outside the sleeping quarters of Quechi Hall.

The cat sounded weak, as if it were about to die.

Tong Siqing’s heart tightened, and she rushed to look.

She went to where she had buried the golden snake and saw that a black cat was half-buried there!

Tong Siqing: “…”

Such familiar behavior.

The black cat had familiar red eyes. Tong Siqing squatted down, touched the cat’s head, and asked: “Were you buried here by her, little kitty?”

The black cat stared coldly at her, then made a move to bite her.

The Demon Lord felt utterly humiliated.

She had struggled all night, preparing to escape, but who would have thought that this Siqing Immortal Saint’s magic power was so profound? There was no way for her to leave, and her strength was nearly depleted. Because her waist was buried in the dirt, she couldn’t move all night.

Now she only felt one thing—her waist hurt badly.

Fortunately, someone had arrived, and by the looks of it, it was the Tong Siqing from outside the Mirage.

That made things easier; as long as it wasn’t the one who buried her, anything was fine.

“Oh, Your Excellency, so you were here. Everyone in the Yuyin Palace is looking for you.” Tong Siqing stared at the kitten for a long time. Seeing the deep resentment in the cat’s red eyes, she instantly understood its identity. She grabbed the cat’s two paws and started pulling the cat out. “Your Excellency, I’ll help you out.”

The Demon Lord: !!!

Don’t pull!

My waist, my waist! My waist hurts! My waist is going to break!

The black cat let out a tragic “Meow,” almost rolling its eyes and passing out.

Tong Siqing quickly apologized and started using her hands to clear the soil again.

The Demon Lord was furious. Was she an idiot? She was a cultivator, couldn’t she just use a spell?

Digging with her hands like this would take forever!

The Demon Lord didn’t care about dignity anymore. Angrily, she directly transformed into human form, forcefully splitting the earth open. Half of her body was stuck in the soil, the upper half was above ground, and she glared fiercely at Tong Siqing: “Can’t you cast a spell?”

Tong Siqing stared blankly at the sudden transformation, was stunned for a few seconds, and then burst into hearty laughter upon seeing the dust-covered Demon Lord: “Hahahaha, Your Excellency, hahahaha, it’s really you. How did you get stuck in the dirt? That’s so careless.”

The Demon Lord’s face was flushed with embarrassment, and she chastised her: “Hurry up and use magic to rescue this Lord from the earth!”

Tong Siqing looked at her and countered: “Since Your Excellency can transform into human form, why not help yourself?”

The Demon Lord frowned, trying to cast a spell in her human form: “Nonsense… If this Lord could escape, of course…”

The moment she finished speaking, she instantly broke free from the soil.

The Demon Lord’s legs went weak, and her waist ached, making her nearly collapse to the ground.

Following that, a doubtful question mark slowly appeared above her head.

What was the meaning of this? She had tried many times but couldn’t leave, so why this time…

Tong Siqing, who was enjoying the show, couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore, tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard.

“Hahahaha!” Tong Siqing said with a laugh. “That spell could only trap a cat, Your Excellency. Of course, you couldn’t escape! Silly!”

The Demon Lord’s eyes darkened: “What did you call this Lord?”

Tong Siqing muttered quietly: “Just silly, and you won’t let me say it. All of you inside the Mirage have the same temper. My Father-Venerable won’t let me talk back, and neither will you.”

The Demon Lord pursed her red lips and gave a sneering, fake smile: “Believe it or not, this Lord will kill you to silence you.”

Tong Siqing raised her hands: “Alright, alright, I wouldn’t dare provoke you. You are the smartest, not silly at all.”

The Demon Lord: “…”

No, she absolutely had to teach her a lesson today!

The Demon Lord was furious. She reached out to grab the person, intending to pin her down and give her a good beating until she cried!

Only making her cry would appease her anger.

Tong Siqing dodged, flexibly sidestepping.

The Demon Lord failed to catch her and quickly tried to grab her again, but her waist was sore and her legs were weak. She lost her balance and nearly fell again.

She clutched her waist, completely enraged: “Tong—Si—Qing—stand still for this Lord!”

Tong Siqing looked back, a bright smile on her face: “Zhihua, does your waist hurt? See! I told you your waist wasn’t good.”

The Demon Lord: “…”

She was truly, truly, truly going to die of anger here.

This Tong Siqing from outside the Mirage was so infuriating.

However…

The Demon Lord looked at Tong Siqing, who was standing against the light. Her posture was not entirely proper, and her coiled hair bounced playfully, like a rabbit shaking its ears.

The morning light of Quechi Hall shone down, coating her in a layer of vibrant energy, outlining the contours of her dark hair, making her look like a lively and kind-hearted deity, full of vitality and hope.

This scene gave one the illusion of peaceful tranquility.

A sense of hope arose inexplicably in her heart.

How beautiful.

The Demon Lord stared at her dazedly, her heart softening inch by inch, as if she had eaten a marshmallow slightly melted by the sun, or fallen from one cloud to another. Her heart was enveloped in warmth.

The Demon Lord suddenly recalled the feeling of holding her that night, like embracing a thick winter quilt, warm and fragrant and soft. It was truly comfortable.

Could one person’s charm be so great?

It was like being enchanted, instinctively wanting to swallow saliva and possess the other person.

The Demon Lord’s eyes darkened: “How can you know if this Lord’s waist is good or not without trying?”

Tong Siqing said a little boastfully: “Of course, I’ve tried with my Zhihua. Otherwise, why does Your Excellency think she has a sore waist?”

The Demon Lord: ???

Huh? Was that the reason?

She was puzzled for a moment, and then her heart turned sour.

It was so sour, like drinking aged vinegar. Every breath felt vinegary.

“Stop saying ‘your Zhihua’ one after another. Your Zhihua has already left with the Siqing Immortal Saint from inside the Mirage,” the Demon Lord sneered. “You love her so much, yet she can’t even tell you apart. How ridiculous. Why don’t you follow this Lord? This Lord will treat you well and won’t make your waist hurt.”

“My waist is just fine,” Tong Siqing casually replied, then pressed further, “Zhihua left with the other me?”

The Demon Lord: “Yes, this Lord saw it with her own eyes.”

Tong Siqing’s smile instantly vanished.

She looked like an abandoned rabbit, so aggrieved she wanted to hide her ears.

It was all because she was too smug. Now that Zhihua had left with someone else, what if that person impersonated her!

She would be stuck in the Mirage and unable to leave.

“You’re lying to me. To leave this place, you don’t need to wait at all.” Tong Siqing looked at the Demon Lord, feeling wronged. “You are a bad woman. Why are you lying to me?”

The Demon Lord tidied her appearance with a wave of her sleeve, then confidently walked over. She chuckled and hugged the person in front of her from behind, whispering: “Spend a night of pleasure with this Lord, and this Lord can also send you out.”

Tong Siqing thought, ‘You definitely won’t.’

She just needed to hear the tone to know that when the other party spoke like this, they were most likely lying.

Just like in the Scarlet Sky Realm, when Zhihua deceived the mirror, deceived a bunch of Xianning disciples, deceived Cen Letian, and even deceived Master Fu Luan, Zhihua had one thing in common in all these situations.

That is when she lied, her tone would definitely be both formal and much softer. She would probably even deliberately pretend to look away nonchalantly, seemingly discussing things in a good-natured manner, but actually brewing a lie.

Tong Siqing had already summarized the pattern!

She wouldn’t be fooled again.

The Demon Lord was still whispering in her ear. Tong Siqing inwardly resolutely rejected the idea, but verbally, she pretended to be innocent and asked the other party: “If I have pleasure with Your Excellency, will Your Excellency really agree to me?”

The Demon Lord gently kissed the hair by her ear, wanting to savor the sunlight along with it: “That is natural. This Lord never lies.”

Tong Siqing silently formed a hand seal, planning to take the opportunity to escape. To stall for time, she confirmed with the other party again: “Really? Now? Right here in Quechi Hall? Does Your Excellency definitely want to share the clouds and rain with me?”

The Demon Lord was starting to get impatient with her questions: “Isn’t that obvious? Or should we go to the Father Cloud Palace?”

The Demon Lord was hugging her from behind, and Tong Siqing didn’t turn to look back. Therefore, neither of them noticed that behind them, a tall figure in silver robes was walking towards them.

Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen’s aura was low and heavy, as if he was about to pierce someone with a sword.

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