The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 96

Chapter 96

The world within the mustard seed space was originally black and white. It was only when the Creator brought Tong Siqing in that the world came alive.

It was like a drop of blood falling onto a black and white painting. The splash of red then spread a patch of color, gradually enlarging from the center of the small point until it infected the entire world.

The farmer, frozen in place in the mustard seed space, was walking home with a hoe on his shoulder. He walked and walked, seemingly without purpose, but in that moment, he seemed to sense something and looked in a certain direction.

In a clump of flowers, a pair of deep red pupils suddenly appeared.

Beautiful eyes gazed around.

The farmer curiously took a few steps towards the area but saw the owner of the eyes giving him a dagger look.

“What are you doing?”

The farmer was shocked.

He saw the woman, with a fierce gaze, biting the back of another woman’s neck. It wasn’t an act of intimacy but a greedy urge to swallow the other person whole.

“Monster, a monster… it’s a monster!”

The farmer dropped his hoe and ran away, tumbling as he went.

In the flower clump, Shi Zhihua unhappily released her bite.

She had intended to eat the rabbit, but she realized she couldn’t bite down. Firstly, she had lost her magic power for some unknown reason. Secondly, she couldn’t return to her black leopard state. This human body couldn’t possibly bite the other person to death. She bit the back of the rabbit’s neck fiercely a few times, but aside from a very slight, unnoticeable tooth mark, nothing else was left.

Shi Zhihua was a little frustrated.

Why can’t I eat her anymore?

She helplessly looked down at the other person, noticing that Tong Siqing seemed completely unaware of the danger. She was still gazing at her obediently, with complete trust and eyes full of attachment.

Shi Zhihua pinched the back of her neck and realized something.

Perhaps… I am now, like her, in the path of mortals.

The so-called path of mortals was a cycle of reincarnation where one could not use spells. Because they had both transformed from the animal path into human form, they had to undergo the second trial of the Heavenly Dao. In this path of mortals, they were ordinary, without any magic, forced to endure hardship and blend into the world of mortals.

If they failed to adapt, they would fail and be punished by the Heavenly Dao.

Shi Zhihua understood. No wonder she couldn’t use her magic. She was in the path of mortals.

Forget it. The path of mortals was meaningless. She didn’t want to achieve anything grand; she only wished to pass through it safely.

The only pity was that she couldn’t eat the rabbit anymore.

All that effort raising her for so long.

Shi Zhihua immediately changed her expression, abandoned Tong Siqing, and walked away.

She didn’t want this burden holding her back and delaying her cultivation.

The naturally aloof Shi Zhihua walked away without the slightest hesitation, never once turning back to look at her rabbit.

Tong Siqing sat in the flower clump, surrounded by flowers. She blankly raised her hand to touch the somewhat sore back of her neck, then kept her gaze fixed on Shi Zhihua, wondering why the other person was leaving.

She also didn’t know if the other person would return.

A cloud drifted overhead, and it looked like rain was coming.

When the first drops of rain fell, Tong Siqing raised her hand in mid-air, tilting her head, wondering why her palm felt cold.

A moment later, she looked up at the sky with delight, letting the raindrops fall onto her forehead, utterly overjoyed.

Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen, outside the mustard seed space, finally found time to glance inside, and then secretly fed his daughter some elixirs to aid in the development of her intellect.

“Immortal, immortal…”

Tong Siqing’s intellect gradually developed, and she began to learn the basics of being human. She spoke, calling her father “immortal.” Then, sniffing his familiar aura, she edged closer, wanting to remain in his arms, just like when she was a rabbit.

Sheng Wen naturally refused.

“This Venerable is your father who conceived and raised you.”

Sheng Wen was satisfied when he saw his daughter so obedient and cute. He wasn’t a person who liked children, but he especially liked his own child. Because he had raised her all along, he was very attached and had poured a lot of effort into her.

Even though he knew some things shouldn’t be done, he couldn’t help but make an exception.

For instance, right now, as a father, he couldn’t help but secretly impart some wisdom to his foolish, innocent daughter.

A gust of clean breeze passed, Sheng Wen’s ink-black hair gently lifting with the wind. Beneath the jade mask, his gray pupils were filled with silent paternal love. His eyes held the joy of a new father, as well as the saint’s compassion and solace. He raised his hand, placing a long, slender finger on Tong Siqing’s forehead. A continuous stream of spiritual energy flowed from his finger into his daughter’s heart.

Tong Siqing stared at him with wide eyes, curiously gripping his cold, rigid sleeve. In the moment she was receiving the spiritual energy, she finally called out “Father-Venerable.”

Sheng Wen curled his finger and slowly withdrew his hand.

It’s enough.

The other party had learned to be sensible. This much intellect was enough for her to pass through the path of mortals.

Sheng Wen stroked her head: “Child, your father awaits you in Xianning. After you pass the path of mortals, you will be the most honored Immortal Saint in the world. Your father is willing to give you all the beautiful things in the world. So, just endure one more life.”

Tong Siqing couldn’t comprehend so much, but she nodded obediently nonetheless.

After enlightening his daughter, Sheng Wen quickly departed on the wind.

Leaving Tong Siqing alone, standing amidst the clusters of flowers, foolishly staring at the sky: “Immortal… can fly…”

The rain grew heavier.

Tong Siqing stretched out her hand, only to realize that her whole body was dry and warm. The cold raindrops could not approach her, as if they had nothing to do with her.

Why is that?

She couldn’t figure it out.

But the world was vast, and it was so empty and lonely here. She hugged her arms and walked forward, unable to see very far because the rain was too heavy, and the rain curtain blocked her view.

She felt a little unhappy.

She felt that the person she was waiting for had not returned.

She remembered that the person was a beautiful great beauty, with a pair of lovely red eyes and a burning warmth that would surely warm her up on this rainy day.

Tong Siqing really wished the other person would hold her again.

Why hasn’t that person come back for me yet?

Did she get lost?

Maybe. She can’t find me, so I must go find her.

As Tong Siqing thought of this, her heart instantly became firm, and she walked forward with great courage.

Her Shi Zhihua had long gone to the streets and markets to take shelter from the rain.

Because it was also her first experience in the path of mortals, she had no experience of being human. Watching the joyful households, she suddenly felt a little sour.

It was raining. Every household returned to their own rooms, and the streets were sparsely populated.

Only some stray cats and dogs were scurrying about. The smart ones knew to seek shelter, and the foolish ones shivered in the rain.

Shi Zhihua felt contempt: They are truly unawakened beings. Don’t they even know how to seek shelter from the rain?

She hugged her arms and watched, seeing a small white dog foolishly standing in the rain. It had waited there for as long as the rain had been falling, even though there was a roof eave nearby where it could take shelter. The dog only needed to move slightly to avoid the cold, but it hadn’t moved at all.

Shi Zhihua was a little curious, discovering that after becoming human, she couldn’t even figure out a dog’s thoughts.

She looked at the small white dog with confusion. After a while, a speeding carriage suddenly appeared on the street. The noble occupant looked very anxious. The spirited horses kicked up splashes of rain.

“Whoa—”

The coachman stopped the horse and lifted the curtain to say something to the person inside the carriage. Soon, a girl’s head poked out. The girl was dressed luxuriously. Upon seeing the small white dog, she immediately got out of the carriage without a word and picked up the small white dog that had never moved.

The girl chastised: “Don’t you know how to seek shelter from the rain! You really are an idiot.”

Unfortunately, the one in her arms was a little dog. The dog couldn’t speak human language, so it could only bottle up its grievances inside.

Shi Zhihua watched them reunite and instantly felt bored.

Really. What did I think I would see? It was just a story of a lost, foolish little dog being found.

Shi Zhihua turned away disinterestedly, when she suddenly heard a thought in her mind.

She turned back suspiciously, realizing it seemed to be the little dog from earlier that had spoken a thought.

“If I had walked away to seek shelter, you wouldn’t have been able to find me.”

Shi Zhihua pondered for a moment, then continued to walk away, not taking the thought to heart.

However, after walking for a distance, a sudden wave of turbulent sadness washed over her. She thought of her rabbit.

With such heavy rain, and her being so foolish, would she also be staying in place, waiting for me?

That’s right. The other person couldn’t walk, couldn’t talk, and couldn’t even seek shelter from the rain.

She had brought her into the path of mortals but hadn’t taught her the basic skills of being human.

Will she die?

Shi Zhihua didn’t feel guilt so much as she felt heartache and regret.

Wouldn’t it be a waste if the rabbit I’ve taken care of for so long died so easily?

If all her long-term effort went down the drain, she wouldn’t feel good either.

It was only now that Shi Zhihua felt a pang of longing.

She immediately turned back, hoping to find her rabbit still in the original spot.

But it was too late.

Tong Siqing was no longer there.

Her rabbit was lost.

Shi Zhihua searched through the flower fields in the rain but couldn’t find any sign of the rabbit. As darkness approached, she couldn’t help but panic, wishing she could go back in time and slap her heartless, unfeeling past self.

When she was a black leopard, she was used to being solitary. As a human for the first time, she thought humans could also be solitary, without partnering with any kin.

But she was wrong. The reason why human society and markets were so prosperous was that humans couldn’t live without their kin. Humans, when gathered together, could generate a different, beautiful vitality. They could pool their wisdom to create many good things, or simply gathering together was a unique spectacle.

More profoundly, Shi Zhihua realized that she seemed to have acquired human emotions.

She felt a sense of loneliness and desolation.

Right after losing her rabbit.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t truly live without the other person, but rather that without the other person, she felt very bored and uninteresting. She wanted to find her back, as if only by finding her could she fill the void in her heart.

Shi Zhihua stood in the rain, allowing the rainwater to wash over her body.

So, this is the so-called path of mortals?

No, I must find her.

Tong Siqing, not getting a single drop of rain on her, walked lonely in a certain direction, unwittingly arriving at a beautiful garden.

Outside the garden, the guards were strict, indicating that some important figure was inside.

Tong Siqing didn’t know any of this. She just followed her instincts.

When she encountered a wall blocking her path, she walked around it. If she couldn’t bypass it, she tried to dig a hole, attempting to crawl underneath.

“What are you doing?”

Not far away, someone walked over with an umbrella, looking down at Tong Siqing.

Tong Siqing’s face was covered in dirt. She looked up and replied with the speech she had just learned: “I’m digging the ground.”

“Digging the ground? What nefarious intentions do you have?” The person holding the umbrella was wearing a red court dress. Her voice was gentle but extremely cold, devoid of any emotion. “You should be thankful that you met me today, and not His Majesty.”

Tong Siqing: “You are…”

Tong Siqing’s hands were dirty. She didn’t care, casually wiping them on her sleeve, then stood up to look at the person holding the umbrella in front of her.

The person holding the umbrella was very beautiful, wearing a crimson court dress, with gold jewelry and velvet flowers. Her features had a heroic spirit that ordinary women lacked.

Of course, Tong Siqing didn’t know all this. She only knew that the person was very beautiful.

Beautiful people have good hearts.

She is a good person.

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