The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 93

Chapter 93

As an eagerly anticipated mole, Su Rong felt uneasy after returning, so she immediately informed Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen of the Demon Lord’s back pain.

The reason for her informing was simple she felt the miracle doctor’s random prescriptions might harm their Demon Lord.

“That’s essentially the sequence of events,” Su Rong carefully looked at the Heavenly Venerable after explaining the situation in detail. “Heavenly Venerable, our Demon Lord’s back has been hurting for a long time. Counting the days, it might have been like this since returning from Xianning.”

Sheng Wen was silent for a moment, then sighed: “It’s so serious—”

Su Rong immediately understood the implication in his tone—Did Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen know about this earlier?

Sheng Wen continued: “This Venerable hasn’t even settled the score with her for being presumptuous in Xianning Sect. It’s truly because Siqing likes her so much. If this Venerable were to strike at a junior, it would be somewhat unkind, so…”

Su Rong was shocked: “So you poisoned her?”

Sheng Wen: “…”

That’s not necessary. If I poisoned her, wouldn’t my daughter be the most worried? Siqing might even come begging me, and that would be an unpleasant scene.

“This Venerable merely released all the negative thoughts of Siqing that were sealed in the Phantom Mirror,” Sheng Wen stood up, turning his back to Su Rong, and looked outside. “Siqing has been too well-protected since childhood, too gentle and kind. She might be bullied too much by Shi Zhihua. As her father, I’m truly worried, so I wanted her to become stronger from the inside, not to be too good or too kind. At least she should be able to protect herself.”

Su Rong was extremely surprised: “You actually released the negative thoughts from her? But I feel she is no different from usual?”

Sheng Wen’s pale gray eyes narrowed: “This Venerable also feels there is no difference. Perhaps my daughter’s character had no major flaws to begin with. Without major flaws, she wouldn’t be swallowed by magnified negative thoughts, nor would there be a significant difference.”

Su Rong: “So that’s how it is.”

Sheng Wen sighed: “It’s a pity that Shi Zhihua didn’t pay any price to so easily snatch away my daughter. In a way, she got off too easy.”

“Heavenly Venerable, um… there’s something I don’t know if I should say,” Su Rong’s expression was complicated, but she couldn’t help but speak up. “Have you ever considered the possibility that… our Demon Lord’s back pain was caused by our Immortal Saint Siqing?”

Sheng Wen turned back: “Did Siqing hit her?”

Su Rong: “…”

Sheng Wen then analyzed: “Siqing generally doesn’t resort to violence easily. It must be that the Demon Lord Shi Zhihua deliberately provoked and suppressed her, making her lose control and fight back. Then, due to the release of her negative thoughts, she struck without restraint, merely injuring Shi Zhihua.”

Su Rong: “…”

That’s not it.

Sheng Wen: “Perhaps it’s my fault for not observing carefully enough. But it’s understandable. After all, Siqing didn’t have any violent tendencies before. When the sealed negative thoughts are released, her long-missing violent emotions will become increasingly severe, and after the first strike, she gradually loses control. Alas, the Demon Lord brought this upon herself. Who told her to provoke my daughter?”

Su Rong: “No…”

Su Rong desperately wanted to explain the truth. It wasn’t a fight or a brawl. It was that their Immortal Saint couldn’t control certain desires in bed, making the Demon Lord unable to bear it.

But… how could she possibly say such a thing!!!

Su Rong was thin-skinned and really dared not speak. After several hints that Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen failed to understand, she could only stifle her frustration and be forced to listen to him straying further and further from the truth.

“Heavenly Venerable?” Su Rong made one last attempt to speak. “Actually, the thing is, our Demon Lord has always been very good to Siqing, unwilling to hit or scold her. Besides, as you know, although Siqing is kind, she is not the type to easily endure being wronged. How could the two of them… possibly fight?”

Sheng Wen: “Then why blame my daughter for the Demon Lord’s back pain?”

Su Rong: “…”

Great, back to the same question.

There was a moment when Su Rong even felt that the Heavenly Venerable had already understood her implication but was deliberately pretending not to in order to torment the Demon Lord.

Could it be—is he really doing it on purpose?

Su Rong tried hard to analyze Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen’s subtle movements, but she ended up failing.

Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen’s expression was completely hidden behind a jade mask, making it impossible to discern any other emotions.

Whenever this happened, the question in Su Rong’s mind would surface. She really wanted to know why the Heavenly Venerable always wore such a jade mask, never showing his true face?

Isn’t it uncomfortable to wear this heavy mask?

Despite the questions in her heart, Su Rong dared not ask.

Forget it, this is not something a mere disciple should concern herself with.

Su Rong lowered her head, thinking, Let it be. I’ll just let His Excellency suffer the back pain for a while longer.

If it gets too bad, she would come back to Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen for ideas.

Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen’s tone was flat: “You have been a mole in the Demon Realm for a few years now, and you are becoming increasingly loyal to the Demon Lord.”

Su Rong’s heart skipped a beat, and she immediately knelt in apology: “My origin is in Xianning, and I will forever be loyal to you. I would never… never do anything to betray Xianning’s position.”

“Don’t panic.” Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen looked at her with his expressionless gray eyes, as if looking through her at someone else. “In any case, my daughter is now with the Demon Lord. The relationship between Xianning and the Demon Realm is thawing. It doesn’t matter who you follow. I won’t blame you.”

Su Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

Sheng Wen continued: “The Demon Lord’s back pain is not a new injury but a recurrence of an old ailment. Tell her to be careful. The North Sea is abundant in Azure Edge Jade. She can bring some back when she leaves.”

“An old injury?” Su Rong asked. “But what does this have to do with Azure Edge Jade? Isn’t Azure Edge Jade used for conjuring objects out of thin air?”

Sheng Wen shook his head.

More than that. Azure Edge Jade is not only used for conjuring objects out of thin air; when in the North Sea, it can also aid in transformation.

Of course, to make Azure Edge Jade work, one needs extremely high cultivation. Therefore, even the people of the North Sea haven’t discovered its marvelous use, only using it as decoration.

In the entire world, only he can utilize Azure Edge Jade to its fullest extent.

However—the current Demon Lord should also be qualified to use Azure Edge Jade.

“When your Demon Lord first transformed into human form, she received assistance from this Venerable. At that time, this Venerable happened to have Azure Edge Jade, so I saved her life as a favor,” Sheng Wen looked into the distance, as if reminiscing about distant past events. “Back then, she was still a black leopard with considerable spirituality.”

While Sheng Wen was reminiscing, Tong Siqing on the other side was frantically apologizing to Shi Zhihua.

Tong Siqing’s eyes were red, like a rabbit who had done something wrong: “Zhihua, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this medicine had this kind of effect. Are you feeling very uncomfortable right now?”

Shi Zhihua was almost in agonizing discomfort. Her discomfort wasn’t just physical arousal, but also the effect of the back pain.

One should know that when she was poisoned by Wuziyu’s lust poison, it wasn’t this unbearable.

Tong Siqing said: “Next time, we won’t take this medicine, okay?”

Shi Zhihua was barely breathing: “It’s not the medicine…”

It’s that book!

What kind of ridiculous medical book is that? If she hadn’t managed to glance at it in time, she would have truly died on the couch. That medical book was full of pages depicting the copulation of dragons and snakes, which was truly an eye-opener.

The customs of the North Sea were utterly unacceptable.

Shi Zhihua, who prided herself on being an experienced Demon Lord, was still shocked. She immediately threw away the book in Tong Siqing’s hand, telling her not to act rashly, or she would make her suffer.

But Tong Siqing was irresistible. Tong Siqing was exceptionally easily aroused today, like dry grass in autumn, where a tiny spark could start a big fire. Thus, Shi Zhihua could only watch as the other party’s face flushed, staring at her with anticipation.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Tong Siqing quietly pleaded with her: “Zhihua, I’m so uncomfortable.”

Shi Zhihua: “Just be uncomfortable. Don’t make a sound. I can’t hear you.”

After she said this, the bowl of medicine she had just consumed also took effect, and she instantly couldn’t resist either.

Given the atmosphere, she could only resign herself. It was best to neutralize the medicine’s effects first.

Later, after an unknown period of time, the moment she realized Tong Siqing’s consciousness was clear, she immediately retreated a few feet, refusing to come closer for anything.

Tong Siqing looked at her clutching her back and asked with concern: “Zhihua, why is your back so fragile? Did you have an old injury before?”

Shi Zhihua leaned against the soft pillow. Seeing the redness in the other party’s eyes had not completely faded, she knew the other party was also enduring discomfort. She wanted to divert Tong Siqing’s attention, so she said to her: “Don’t come over. Just sit there. I’ll tell you an old story.”

Tong Siqing sat down, looking at her obediently: “Okay.”

“Before I transformed into human form, when I was a black leopard, I suffered a lightning tribulation. I managed to avoid the lightning, but a tree struck by the lightning fell down and landed right on my back,” Shi Zhihua recalled. “That tree was a centuries-old giant. When it fell, my back felt like it was broken. I don’t know if it actually broke or not.”

Tong Siqing felt extreme pity: “How did you endure it back then?”

How did I get through it…

Shi Zhihua recalled the time. She remembered that when she was critically injured, she saw a silver-robed saint, who must have been Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen.

Sheng Wen passed by and saved her?

It seems that way?

Why did he save me? Was it him?

After so much time, Shi Zhihua had long forgotten, but she knew that she was a person who repaid kindness and definitely wouldn’t owe the other party anything. So, either Sheng Wen also owed her something, or there was another reason.

She was clearly certain that she held no gratitude for him.

“My Father-Venerable saved Zhihua!” Tong Siqing was delighted. “So you two knew each other that early on.”

No wonder her Father-Venerable was willing to let her marry Zhihua later and even invited Zhihua to be a guest at Xianning Sect!

Shi Zhihua’s face sank: “I don’t thank him.”

Tong Siqing asked: “Why not?”

Shi Zhihua: “I don’t know. Maybe I just don’t like him.”

On the other side, Sheng Wen also recalled this point.

He said to Su Rong: “Siqing is the daughter I personally conceived and raised, but she never had a mother. I used my cultivation to transform into spiritual energy balls, letting those few spiritual energy balls scatter across the world to absorb spiritual energy. When she was young, she was both wind and cloud, grass and wood, she was mist and dew… Later, when the spiritual energy absorbed from nature grew up, I went to the mortal realm to find her. The largest one was a white rabbit, and the white rabbit represents her.”

Conjuring objects out of thin air requires going through three cycles of tribulation—the path of flora, the path of beasts, and the path of mortals.

The white rabbit was Tong Siqing’s second hurdle as a human, the path of beasts.

If she died in the second life, all efforts would be in vain.

Sheng Wen watched the white rabbit day and night, guarding her, fearing that she might suffer any misfortune.

Until one day—

An extremely hungry black leopard set its eyes on the rabbit raised by Sheng Wen.

“That black leopard is the Demon Lord Shi Zhihua,” Sheng Wen said. “This Venerable initially didn’t want to spare her life. But the moment I was about to strike, I noticed the aura of Azure Edge Jade on her body, and only then realized that she was also the result of a conjured creation.”

And her fate was also intertwined with his daughter.

Whether it was a karmic debt or a favorable bond, since it was a bond, she deserved to live.

Sheng Wen calculated with his fingers and found that the black leopard was very likely to form a marriage with his daughter. Of course, this wasn’t completely set in stone. Whether it would happen or not depended on their own choices.

He just knew that the possibility existed.

This saint from the heavens was soft-hearted for once. He looked at the black leopard with fur as black and bright as satin and, for the first time, said to her: “You must spare this rabbit, for she is your future beloved.”

Black Leopard: ???

A… a rabbit?

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