The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 85

Chapter 85

After defeating the Sheng Wen Heavenly Venerable inside the Mirage, the group finally relaxed.

They confined Sheng Wen to the Father Cloud Palace, tied him up, and then leisurely walked out.

Shi Zhihua breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to hold Tong Siqing’s hand.

Tong Siqing’s palm was soft, and her fingers were gentle and delicate. When clasped, she was like a considerate little beast, inspiring much love in the heart.

Shi Zhihua thought contentedly, ‘Fortunately, I met her outside the Mirage. Otherwise, if she had remained in Xianning, would she also have developed into the person inside the Mirage?’

She couldn’t bear to imagine it; the thought made her feel terribly anxious.

She recalled when she first met Tong Siqing, she had criticized Sheng Wen for not knowing how to raise a daughter, turning a dignified Immortal Saint into such an arrogant personality. But later… Shi Zhihua actually fell in love with Tong Siqing’s soft temperament. If the other party weren’t delicate, she would become worried and think she hadn’t done a good enough job.

Shi Zhihua pitied the Siqing Immortal Saint inside the Mirage, but she couldn’t change it. Who made the Sheng Wen inside the Mirage such a bad character?

It was also strange.

The Mirage was formed based on the thoughts of the person who entered. How could there be such an inhuman Sheng Wen in Tong Siqing’s mind?

Shi Zhihua had always assumed Tong Siqing’s mind was filled with handsome men, beautiful women, and worldly prosperity, as this silly rabbit was someone who extremely loved beautiful people. That’s why she was so anxious to enter and find her.

Who knew that upon entering, Tong Siqing’s Mirage wasn’t much different from reality? A normal person’s Mirage would contain some terrifying demons, ghosts, or things they feared, but Tong Siqing’s Mirage had nothing. At most, it had an unreasonable father.

Truthfully, Shi Zhihua, as the Demon Lord, had never seen such a peaceful and monotonous Mirage.

When she first entered, she thought Tong Siqing was enjoying life in some corner of the Mirage, so she searched very meticulously, afraid of missing any place, which caused her to waste a lot of time.

As she searched, she discovered the existence of Xianning and the Demon Realm inside the Mirage. She was suddenly enlightened and immediately rushed to Xianning to find the person.

Shi Zhihua recalled as she walked, thinking that she must take good care of her when they left.

After all, her own little rabbit was simple-minded and lacked any sense of danger. Even her Mirage was the kind that peacefully passed the time. If such a simple person were deceived by others, wouldn’t she suffer terribly?

‘Fortunately, Tong Siqing met her,’ Shi Zhihua thought. Although she had some flaws, overall, she was a qualified lover.

Her gaze gradually softened, and she couldn’t help but raise her hand to stroke the other party’s hair.

The Demon Lord walking alongside them had complicated emotions in her eyes.

Envy, bitterness, desire… perhaps a bit of blessing.

The Demon Lord witnessed this scene firsthand. How could she not be moved? If someone had told her before that there was another possibility that she would meet the Immortal Saint of the Xianning Sect, get entangled emotionally with her, and become a pair of lovers she would have been furious and thought the speaker was talking nonsense.

But…

Nothing that is deemed impossible is absolutely impossible.

For instance, now.

The Demon Lord was dying of envy for that Shi Zhihua. She was truly too fortunate to be able to capture Tong Siqing’s heart and have her devote herself entirely to her. That kind of devotion was almost giving her entire heart and soul to the other person. She had tried many tricks, but couldn’t shake the other party’s loyal affection.

It showed how precious sincerity was.

The Demon Lord stopped abruptly and suddenly asked: “Wait a moment, I have something I want to ask you.”

Just as Shi Zhihua was about to take Tong Siqing away, the Demon Lord suddenly blocked her, indicating she wanted to talk to her alone.

Talk about what?

Shi Zhihua was a little confused. Did the Demon Lord inside the Mirage have any connection with her? How could they have something to talk about?

The Demon Lord said to Tong Siqing: “Please wait a moment. I only have a few questions for her.”

Tong Siqing nodded and said to Zhihua: “It’s fine, no rush. You two chat first.”

Only then did Shi Zhihua turn her gaze back and nodded to the Demon Lord.

Agreed.

The two went to a waterside pavilion together, presumably to talk.

Tong Siqing waited silently where she was.

She waited and waited and waited.

She suddenly heard a heaven-shaking noise coming from the Father Cloud Palace not far away.

What happened?

Tong Siqing was startled and quickly peered over.

She was about to call Zhihua and the other Demon Lord to ask, but then she thought, ‘The two of them are chatting now; they probably wouldn’t notice these disturbances.’

Never mind, she’d wait and see.

Tong Siqing sat down, casually pulled a blade of grass, and plucked it segment by segment for entertainment.

In contrast was the other Tong Siqing, the Siqing Immortal Saint inside the Mirage.

After returning from the outside world, she had thought things through.

She hurried to the Father Cloud Palace, intending to properly resolve the matter.

However, when she returned, she found that her Father-Venerable had somehow been tied up and was badly injured.

“Father-Venerable, are you alright?” The Siqing Immortal Saint’s eyes lit up, her joy unconcealed. “How did you end up like this?”

She thought it must have been the Demon Lord from the outside world who beat her Father-Venerable like this, but she wasn’t angry at all; instead, she felt a bit happy.

How to put it, it was the feeling of her great mountain of oppression being toppled by an outsider. That unparalleled sense of freedom made her feel comfortable in body and mind, and even her speech became much more relaxed.

“This Venerable One is injured. Why do you look so happy?” Sheng Wen saw her and knew it was his true daughter who had returned. He immediately put on a stern face, his cold voice coming from beneath the mask. “Hurry up and untie your father.”

The Siqing Immortal Saint paused, making no move.

After a long while, she spoke lightly: “Father-Venerable, don’t be anxious.”

Sheng Wen vaguely felt something was wrong, but because he was currently restrained, he didn’t flare up.

However, once he was untied, he would surely punish her severely.

The Siqing Immortal Saint stood with her back to the main door of the Father Cloud Palace. With a wave of her sleeve, the door suddenly closed. The spacious hall instantly became much quieter, as if a barrier had been placed over it.

Sheng Wen’s forehead twitched: “What are you doing?”

The Siqing Immortal Saint didn’t answer him. Instead, she stood squarely in front of him, subtly scrutinizing him.

Sheng Wen was mildly angered: “Bold!”

How could he not know? He had raised his daughter, and he knew at a glance that she was observing his injuries, not in a friendly or respectful way, but like observing an enemy, checking how much resistance the enemy had left.

Sheng Wen couldn’t tolerate it anymore and started cursing directly: “Insolent! Are you trying to rebel? Hurry up and release this Venerable One!”

The Siqing Immortal Saint’s voice dropped a few degrees and she asked him: “If I were to release your restraints now, Father-Venerable, I presume the first thing you would do is punish me.”

She had hit the mark.

Sheng Wen was awkwardly silent, offering no response.

“Since that is the case…” The Siqing Immortal Saint half-bent down, looking at him very disrespectfully. “Then why should your daughter release your restraints? Ah, don’t you agree, Father-Venerable?”

When did his daughter develop this character and temper?

A vein throbbed on Sheng Wen’s forehead incessantly.

He thought, ‘My daughter has always listened to me. No matter how excessive my demands were of her, she endured them without a word, except for never trying to resist paternal authority.’

Why this time…

“Father-Venerable, didn’t you say you wanted to groom me to be the Heavenly Venerable?” The Siqing Immortal Saint looked at the mask on his face, an idea sprouting in her mind. “Father-Venerable, you have been in position for many years, your efforts are commendable. It’s time for you to retire to an idyllic retreat and enjoy a peaceful life…”

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