The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 82

Chapter 82

“Ah, Demon Lord, how bold you are! You dare to come to the Xianning Sect to meet with my daughter privately. No wonder my daughter has been led astray.”

Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen had followed Tong Siqing, but was delayed for a while on the way. When he finally arrived, he saw Tong Siqing hugging someone.

That person was wearing a vivid red robe. Anyone with eyes could tell they were from the Demon Realm.

Closer still.

Sheng Wen finally saw clearly.

That person was the Demon Lord.

Sheng Wen was so angry his blood was boiling. The Demon Lord was so arrogant, daring to come to the Xianning Sect alone seeking death!

“Tong Siqing, you defied your father and nearly defected. Was it the Demon Lord Shi Zhihua who put this idea in your head?” Sheng Wen approached step by step, unleashing his pressure. “And you, demon, is the Demon Realm so vast that it can’t accommodate you? Must you come to the Xianning Sect to seek death?”

The Demon Lord and Tong Siqing were both startled and hurriedly looked back.

Good heavens, when did Sheng Wen arrive!

The two were embarrassed in their own ways and quickly separated.

When the Heavenly Venerable’s pressure was unleashed, neither of them could really withstand it.

The Demon Lord instantly demonized, using demon energy to counteract Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen’s pressure, but it was a bit late. She coughed, her red eyes deepening.

Tong Siqing, on the side, also felt a sweetness in her throat and realized that this Father-Venerable was truly attacking indiscriminately; even she was subjected to the same pressure.

What could she do? She could only endure it.

However… Tong Siqing turned her head to look at the Demon Lord, realizing the other person was in no better shape than herself. So, she moved to the other person’s side, resisting Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen alongside her.

Sheng Wen was furious: “You come back to this Venerable One!”

Tong Siqing didn’t talk back this time, but she physically informed the other party—she was unwilling.

This Father-Venerable was overbearing and unreasonable, unwilling to humble himself and show consideration for others, like a self-serving villain. Thus, Tong Siqing had no desire to obey him, but instead developed an unusually rebellious mindset.

Today, she wanted to see if this Father-Venerable would beat her to death if she didn’t follow his command.

The truth was he would.

Seeing Tong Siqing decisively side with the Demon Lord, Sheng Wen instantly felt a betrayal and anger. In his rage, he no longer bothered with the Demon Lord, deciding instead to first clean up his own house, and immediately pursued Tong Siqing, intending to punish her.

His attacks were extremely vicious. Those who knew understood she was Sheng Wen’s daughter; those who didn’t would think she was Sheng Wen’s enemy.

Tong Siqing was afraid of implicating the Demon Lord, so she immediately dodged and moved to another spot to face the attacks.

“It’s only been this long, and your cultivation has fallen back this much?” Sheng Wen noticed the anomaly in Tong Siqing’s cultivation, frowned, and became even more displeased. “Did you take this Venerable One’s command to practice diligently as just wind passing by your ears?”

Tong Siqing strained to block his move, thinking, ‘No, that’s not it.’

Her own Father-Venerable would never constantly tell her to practice, nor would he punish her with such venomous attacks.

Facing this strict, fault-finding Father-Venerable, Tong Siqing couldn’t help but miss the Father-Venerable outside the Mirage.

Even though their relationship wasn’t very close in the past, and they often didn’t have much to say when they met, her Father-Venerable was never harsh to her. Everything he gave her was excellent, and he would never ruthlessly temper her like this.

She should have cherished her former Father-Venerable sooner.

Tong Siqing was filled with regret, thinking that if she ever left the Mirage, she would definitely apologize properly to her Father-Venerable.

It was her fault as a daughter.

Harboring regret, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

But Sheng Wen still didn’t stop, even intending to take advantage of the situation to inflict more harm: “So weak, can the Xianning Sect rely on you in the future? Your cultivation has plummeted to this point. When the Xianning Sect faces a powerful enemy one day, will you be able to handle it alone! It’s not that your father is heartless, it’s that you are truly useless…”

The Demon Lord, on the side, couldn’t bear to watch. She rushed forward and hugged Tong Siqing, protectively shielding her behind her, then fiercely rebuked Sheng Wen with hostility: “Sheng Wen! She is your daughter! Are you blind, can’t you see she’s injured?”

“Injured?” Sheng Wen scoffed, his black eyes beneath the mask filled with boundless contempt. He said with a gloomy face, “Even if she dies, so what? This Venerable One does not raise failures.”

Tong Siqing: !!!

Is this Father-Venerable still a Father-Venerable? This must be a demon!

The Demon Lord was also stunned by his ruthless words. She protected the Tong Siqing in her arms, thinking, ‘This kind of Father-Venerable surely couldn’t cultivate a daughter like this. Thankfully, the person in my arms is from the outside world, which is why she has that temperament.’

Pity the Siqing Immortal Saint of Xianning. She has been suppressed and trained by this old man all the time. She is the supreme Immortal Saint, yet she is constantly belittled as worthless. She wondered how she had managed to get through all these years.

It must have been exceedingly dull.

More boring than being the Demon Lord herself.

The Demon Lord always pitied herself more, but upon thinking of the Siqing Immortal Saint of Xianning, she suddenly felt that the other person was even more pitiable.

No wonder when she saw the other person yesterday, she found that she was not adorable or delicate at all, but rather cold and solitary. After returning to Quechi Hall alone, even seeing a cat made her feel fresh for half a day.

Poor thing, what a pitiful situation…

“Sheng Wen, you don’t deserve to be a Father-Venerable.” The Demon Lord glared at Sheng Wen fiercely. “It is truly a calamity for the Siqing Immortal Saint to have a Father-Venerable like you.”

Sheng Wen was displeased by her scolding: “There is no need for you, a demon, to talk so much. Siqing has never complained to this Venerable One.”

The Demon Lord casually retorted: “Is that so? Then why was she so easily willing to leave with someone else? With her high cultivation, if she genuinely wanted to stay in Xianning as a puppet Immortal Saint, how could she have been taken away?”

Sheng Wen didn’t react.

What did she mean by “taken away”?

Isn’t the person right here?

Sheng Wen recalled and thought the other party might be referring to Siqing leaving with an outsider last night, but it was true, why did the other party foolishly leave with someone…

Tong Siqing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looked up at him: “I am not your daughter. Your daughter has run off with someone, gone to the outside world, and may never return.”

Sheng Wen was horrified, his black eyes suddenly widening: “What!?”

The Siqing Immortal Saint didn’t know what she felt, she just followed the person directly.

When dawn broke, they arrived at the edge of the world. She discovered that a barrier rift had appeared here at some point.

Through the rift, she could see the surging sea of clouds outside and the azure sea below.

Could it be… that she was truly in a Mirage? That she wasn’t a real person?

The Siqing Immortal Saint’s heart was turbulent, yet her face was composed, as if nothing mattered.

She was sad, yet not sad.

It didn’t matter anymore.

In any case, there was nothing to miss inside the Mirage. Her life was so boring that she could see its end at a glance. The rest of her life was arranged by her Father-Venerable. She was born under immense pressure and would have to shoulder the world’s great responsibility in the future. It was truly utterly boring.

Countless times, she had wanted to abandon everything, but she didn’t dare.

As long as she didn’t do well enough, her Father-Venerable would drag her back for a beating and scolding.

However, last night, she still couldn’t resist the temptation and left with a complete stranger. She actually knew the other person had mistaken her for someone else and tried to explain at first, but soon, she realized this was an opportunity.

Her Father-Venerable had said that people would come from the outside world.

Then the person in front of her must be from the outside world. As long as she followed her, she could get out.

Upon realizing this, the Siqing Immortal Saint stopped struggling and explaining.

She even left a disrespectful sound transmission for her Father-Venerable as a hasty farewell.

From that moment on, she had actually made her choice.

She wanted to leave.

Especially, especially wanted to.

Now, the Heavenly Dao leading to the outside world was right in front of her.

She just needed to step out to leave these bothersome people and matters.

“You are not her.” Shi Zhihua suddenly stopped, realizing the fact. “But you wanted to seize the opportunity to get out, so you pretended to be her later and were unwilling to explain.”

At this crucial moment, the Siqing Immortal Saint could only stop and look back at her: “Yes, I am not her.”

While they were traveling, the sky gradually brightened, and Shi Zhihua also realized she had brought the wrong person.

She knew her little rabbit’s body and soul to the extreme. If she hadn’t been so panicked before, she wouldn’t have grabbed the wrong person.

Now that it was daytime, standing next to this person for a brief moment, she knew this wasn’t the person she was looking for.

“Do you really want to go out?” Shi Zhihua asked. “Is your life inside the Mirage unsatisfactory?”

Yes.

The Siqing Immortal Saint raised her eyes, which were filled with long-term accumulated disappointment and boredom. She was like a puppet with its soul removed, with little interest in the affairs of the world.

She really wanted to leave the Xianning Sect, but no matter where she went, she would be controlled by Sheng Wen.

So.

“Only by leaving here can I be free.” The Siqing Immortal Saint still felt she couldn’t escape, so she added uncertainly, “Perhaps.”

Shi Zhihua was also generous. Hearing her request, she thought it wouldn’t be difficult to send her out, so she agreed.

Shi Zhihua changed back into her usual red robes, then said to the fake Siqing in front of her: “Hold onto my sleeve. I’ll take you out. Where you go after you leave will be none of my business.”

The Siqing Immortal Saint lowered her eyes in thanks and then held onto her large sleeve.

There was a rift at the end of the Mirage, which Shi Zhihua had forcefully torn open when she entered. Now, she was returning the same way, bringing one person with her.

The two walked out together.

Shi Zhihua felt a resistance, subtly frowned in restraint, and pushed past the brilliant light—

Outside was the sea, the sky, the clouds, the real world.

Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen had also arrived, standing on the cloud with his hands lowered, like a compassionate deity. His silver robes fluttered wildly in the sea breeze, and his light gray eyes shone with human brilliance.

Qing Lin was waiting outside for Shi Zhihua. Seeing her emerge, he stepped forward to support her.

Shi Zhihua held onto his arm, about to turn back and say something to the fake Siqing, when she suddenly realized the person was gone.

Where is she?

Why didn’t she come out?

Shi Zhihua was extremely puzzled and couldn’t help but look at Sheng Wen.

Sheng Wen didn’t know how long he had been standing in the sea breeze. He stared at the spot where Shi Zhihua emerged for a long time, then slowly shook his head: “People of the Mirage cannot break the boundary and cannot enter the world.”

Shi Zhihua looked back at that spot with some sadness. Sure enough, she couldn’t wait for the other person to emerge.

The Siqing Immortal Saint had wanted to leave with her, but the moment she was about to step out, she was blocked by the light inside the Mirage.

She truly couldn’t leave after all.

Her heart was filled with complexity, a kind of sadness born of powerlessness, but she still struggled to break through the shackles, to just see the outside world.

Even if her soul was scattered, she wanted to see the world outside.

She stubbornly walked towards the light that could reduce her to ashes. Her body was intensely sore and painful, as if she had been thrown into a virulent poisonous soup, her bones about to be refined away.

But she still didn’t give up and finally stepped out.

The Siqing Immortal Saint was overjoyed. She was delighted to see the vast world outside. There were many people outside, people from the Demon Tribe, people from Xianning, and the true Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen.

That Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen was surrounded by solemn, upright, holy light. His eyes were light gray, looking very gentle and peaceful.

She was extremely happy, wanting to walk further, to see more.

But.

She felt a little cold and was about to rub her arms, when she suddenly realized she had no physical form, like a wisp of wind, light and airy, unable to settle.

At this moment, she finally looked back at where she came from.

Inside that rift, “herself” was standing in place, looking at the outside world with eyes full of envy.

The Siqing Immortal Saint suddenly froze.

It was like when traversing thorns, her hand was accidentally cut open. At the time, immersed in the joy of impending victory, she didn’t rush to tend to the wound and didn’t feel the pain. Only after enduring great torment and bitterness and passing through the entire thorn forest did she belatedly remember the cut on her hand.

And at this moment, the blood was also slowly starting to flow.

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