The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 83

Chapter 83

She couldn’t move, as if she had been sealed to the outside, a wandering soul that could never return to its homeland.

The Siqing Immortal Saint found herself like a spirit dragged away, desperately wanting to return to where she came from, yet still being pulled away by the wind, unable to control her own body…

But on second thought, what would returning do?

What was there to care about there?

The Siqing Immortal Saint drifted alone with the wind, closing her eyes, her heart filled with bitterness.

Just then, she heard a woman call out “Your Excellency.”

Your Excellency.

They called the other party “Your Excellency.”

The Siqing Immortal Saint opened her eyes and saw the “lover” who brought her out being called “Your Excellency” by her subordinates, who were also dressed in Demon Realm attire.

Needless to say, the one who brought her out was the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord…

The Siqing Immortal Saint suddenly recalled her Father-Venerable’s frequent admonishments, saying that the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm was a heinous arch-fiend, who harmed living beings and poisoned the human world. She had always regarded the other party as a mortal enemy.

However, she had never met this rumored Demon Lord.

She had thought the Demon Lord would be a green-faced, fanged fiend. Now, it seemed the Demon Lord was not a fiend at all, but a rare peerless beauty in the world.

Not only her appearance, but her heart was also quite good. She was free-spirited, true to her word, and even willing to reach out and help her come outside after knowing she was an imposter.

So there were good people in the Demon Realm too.

The Siqing Immortal Saint looked in that direction.

She saw the Demon Lord in a vibrant red dress, like a flower in full bloom, her features stunningly beautiful, and her temperament steady and seasoned.

The other party moved near Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen and said something to him. The two showed no great hostility, but rather seemed like friends who hadn’t met for years, capable of talking harmoniously.

These were the heads of Xianning and the Demon Realm.

They could actually talk peacefully, without drawing swords against each other.

The Siqing Immortal Saint was somewhat bewildered, quietly watching that direction. There, the Demon Realm subordinates and Xianning disciples were mingled together. Far from just being harmonious, the two sides were practically becoming friends.

She even saw Master Fu Luan of the Xianning Path of Ruthlessness sect directly following behind the Demon Lord, almost becoming her subordinate. Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen didn’t show the slightest displeasure, but instead watched the scene calmly.

How could this be…

Is the outside world like this…

The Siqing Immortal Saint watched everyone like an outsider, thinking of her own Father-Venerable. Since the day she was born, her Father-Venerable had instilled in her all the wickedness of the world, while also restricting her freedom, not allowing her to go anywhere outside Xianning, saying he was afraid she would be harmed by the dangers of the outside world.

Yet, clearly, there was no danger in this world.

In her fantasy, the outside world was filled with human misery, bleak winds, and bitter rain, making it impossible to move even an inch.

Now, she had genuinely come out and seen it with her own eyes, only to find the outside world gentle and mild. Immortals and demons could coexist peacefully. The Demon Lord and the Heavenly Venerable of Xianning stood together chatting. Demon Tribe disciples and Xianning disciples were discussing what to eat for lunch.

The sea of clouds in the distance was churning, and the waves nearby were hitting the shore. Green trees and vibrant vines, everything was simple. There were no elaborate schemes, no rigid black-and-white love-hate entanglements.

The Siqing Immortal Saint’s eyes gradually became moist. The pain of years of deception suddenly engulfed her, making it hard to breathe, her vision blurred.

Over there.

Shi Zhihua informed Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen that she had mistaken the person. For the first time, she curbed her arrogance and stopped being stubborn. She lowered her posture and requested Sheng Wen: “Siqing is still inside. I didn’t bring her out. I don’t know where she is. I’ve been looking for a long time… Could I trouble you to help her out, please?”

Sheng Wen’s voice was light, but it sounded somewhat subtly teasing: “She is this Venerable One’s daughter. This Venerable One will naturally come. But as for you, how could you not find her?”

This… she just couldn’t find her!

After Shi Zhihua entered the Mirage, a lot of time had passed. She searched the Mirage for a long time before finding the location of the Xianning Sect. When she went, she took that “Siqing” away without a word. Who knew she brought out a fake one.

Right.

Where did that fake person go?

Shi Zhihua frowned: “The one I brought out wasn’t Siqing. Since she couldn’t come out, is she still trapped inside the Mirage? She doesn’t seem to like it there very much.”

Sheng Wen rested his hand on his silver robe, his long hair falling smoothly. Every action maintained the divinity of a Heavenly Venerable.

“She cannot leave the Mirage. If she forcefully leaves, she can only suffer mutually damaging consequences.” Sheng Wen raised his hand, summoned the soul from a distance, gently pushed it, and sent the Siqing Immortal Saint back into the Mirage. He looked in that direction and said lightly, “If suffering is inevitable, instead of avoiding it, face it with calm. Action is yours, and the choice is also yours.”

The Siqing Immortal Saint was finally revived, returning to the body inside the Mirage.

She jolted back into her body, yet still couldn’t help but look outside through the rift.

That Heavenly Venerable was not her Father-Venerable, but he possessed the divinity of a true god.

He universalized his teachings and was compassionate towards the world’s people.

The Siqing Immortal Saint was enlightened by his words, her mind suddenly clear.

Who said she couldn’t resist? The world is vast. If she fought for it, she didn’t believe her Father-Venerable could catch her every time.

The Siqing Immortal Saint showed her gratitude to the other party with a disciple’s bow, indicating she had learned.

Although his words were profound and reached the highest truth, they gave her supreme courage.

She stood at the rift, reluctant to leave.

Outside the Mirage, Shi Zhihua found Sheng Wen’s behavior strange, as if he could see things she couldn’t.

She guessed that Sheng Wen had sent that Siqing back and advised her on something.

Shi Zhihua also sighed and said to the person inside: “Don’t be sad. Go find this Lord at Yuyin Palace inside the Mirage. This Lord is quite decent, so I should help you if you have difficulties, right?”

Qing Lin and Su Rong on the side: “…”

Ah, is that really okay?

Did “Your Excellency” misunderstand her own temper? They exchanged glances, simultaneously recalling “Your Excellency’s” usual ruthless nature, feeling a slight shiver.

“Your Excellency” was indeed decent, but the prerequisite was that she had to find you pleasing, otherwise, things would go badly.

Recalling the fates of Wu Zi Yu and the Water Snake, Qing Lin blinked her eyes, expressing concern for the one inside the Mirage.

Oh well, everyone has their own fate, no need to worry too much.

Shi Zhihua, satisfied after saying that, retracted her gaze, only to see her two subordinates making eyes at each other as if speaking ill of her. She immediately flared up and flicked each of their foreheads.

Qing Lin and Su Rong immediately pretended to be wooden figures, not daring to speak further.

The Siqing Immortal Saint inside the Mirage: “…”

She was momentarily embarrassed for them, then touched her forehead and laughed softly.

The people outside the Mirage, like a painting scroll of a spring outing, were all vibrant individuals. When the sun shone upon it, the scroll was suddenly stained with color, spreading little by little. Every emotion was subtle and lasting, and each had its highlight.

She sat there, for the first time abandoning the principles her Father-Venerable had bound her with. She no longer maintained a rigid posture. When she wanted to sit, she sat on the ground.

Outside the Mirage.

Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen was instructing Shi Zhihua, not treating her as the Demon Lord at all, but rather like a junior disciple, very patiently: “When entering the Mirage, one must not blindly search, but rather feel with the heart. Treat the Mirage as your inner self. This place can be big or small, wide or narrow. Close your eyes and observe all things. All things are false, only the seeker is true. At that time, the inside of the Mirage will be like a tiny mustard seed space, and what you seek will be right before your eyes.”

The meaning of these words was not false. It roughly meant to compare the inside of the Mirage to a dark void, where the characters were all fake paper figures. Then, by scanning with her mind’s eye, the one walking in the night with a bright lamp would be the real Tong Siqing.

Shi Zhihua was suddenly enlightened.

It was the first time she realized she could search for someone this way.

In the past, when she searched for her demon army inside the Mirage, she used simple/brutal judgment and followed her instincts, which usually worked well.

But instincts are not always completely accurate.

Like this time, she was too worried about Tong Siqing, and in her panic, she mistook the person.

Shi Zhihua nodded, difficultly saying thank you: “I have been enlightened.”

Sheng Wen smiled: “Hurry and find Siqing.”

After you find her and come out, this Venerable One will settle the score with you.

Shi Zhihua had no idea that Sheng Wen was still holding a grudge. She was still admiring Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen’s magnanimity, thinking that even after she had messed up Xianning so badly, this immortal would still choose to let bygones be bygones.

But now was not a good time for small talk. She was urgently worried about Tong Siqing’s safety.

So, she quickly prepared to enter the Mirage again.

This time, with Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen’s assistance, the entrance to the Mirage was directly torn open. Shi Zhihua didn’t even have to rush to the Xianning Sect from a distance; Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen directly teleported her to the Xianning Sect.

Precise landing.

In the Quechi Hall’s waterside pavilion pond, the water rippled, and the duckweed drifted for a moment.

Finally, it returned to calmness.

Shi Zhihua calmed down for a moment, her thoughts interrupted by a nearby argument.

She closed her eyes and used Sheng Wen’s method to perceive, and indeed found traces of Tong Siqing.

Who is bullying her!

Who dares!

Shi Zhihua’s killing intent flared up, and she immediately rushed over there.

At Quechi Hall, Tong Siqing and the Demon Lord inside the Mirage temporarily allied, together infuriating the Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen inside the Mirage. While jointly resisting his attacks, they talked back with words, afraid they wouldn’t anger this mascot of Xianning to death.

The Sheng Wen inside the Mirage, upon learning that his true daughter had run off with someone, was so angry that his mask almost shifted. He wished he could kill the two in front of him to vent his frustration.

His cultivation was indeed much higher than that of the Demon Lord and Tong Siqing, but with the two on the opposing side fully cooperating, he couldn’t quickly restrain both of them simultaneously.

He could only continue to endure this frustration here.

After a few rounds, all of them were panting heavily.

Sheng Wen seemed to be contemplating giving up. He proposed to Tong Siqing in front of him: “If my daughter leaves Xianning, do you think you can escape? You must stay and take her place to ensure the world’s safety.”

Tong Siqing was puzzled: “But I am not your daughter.”

Do you just need a Siqing Immortal Saint of Xianning, and not your own biological daughter?

Are you that cold-hearted?

“Her significance lies in the world, in Xianning,” Sheng Wen said coldly. “Your cultivation is not too far behind hers. If you practice diligently in the future, you will surely be able to…”

“Are you even human?” The Demon Lord, who was dodging with Tong Siqing, couldn’t listen anymore. She cursed Sheng Wen: “You talk about the world and the great path, the common people, yet you don’t even care about your own daughter. I don’t believe you would care about others when you don’t care about the people closest to you. Sheng Wen, the most hypocritical immortal in the world is like you. Your daughter is not here now. If she heard your words, knowing you want to bring someone else to replace her, how heartbroken would she be?”

Sheng Wen: “She left without saying goodbye. Why don’t you ask how heartbroken this Venerable One is?”

Tong Siqing: “Why she left, don’t you know? It must be because you controlled her too much.”

Although Tong Siqing didn’t know the whole story, she empathized by putting herself in the other’s shoes and felt that if she had a father like this, she would probably be forced to leave Xianning too.

The Sheng Wen inside the Mirage was indeed choked by her words, and his attacks became even fiercer.

Tong Siqing added fuel to the fire: “If I were her, I would rather stay in the Yuyin Palace in the Demon Realm than be controlled by you in Xianning.”

Sheng Wen: “You!”

The Demon Lord was about to second Tong Siqing’s words when someone suddenly stole her line.

From a distance, a graceful and scornful voice came through.

“This Lord thinks she is absolutely right.”

The Demon Lord was instantly shocked—that voice was exactly like her own.

Tong Siqing was also momentarily stunned, and quickly looked up: “Zhihua! You’ve come!”

Sheng Wen: ???

Sheng Wen turned his head and, upon seeing the newcomer, nearly strained his old waist.

Why is there another Demon Lord?

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