Chapter 125 The Five Yin Blazes Down a Sun

She watched Mingguang's retreating figure without turning back, thinking that tonight would be another sleepless night that would wear down all sorts of skin.

First and foremost, it's all about words.

She licked her lips, moistening them, then took a deep breath, preparing to catch up and start teasing them!

But before she could exhale the breath she had inhaled, Mingguang, after taking a few steps, realized that Xiaotaozhi hadn't followed. She paused, turned around, and looked at her.

The two looked at each other from a distance. Even someone as intelligent as Bitao really failed to understand what Mingguang meant this time.

Mingguang returned, his golden eyes shining as he looked at her. Then, without saying a word, he switched his sword to his other hand, grabbed Bitao's wrist, and pulled her toward the door.

Bitao blinked rapidly as she looked at her wrist, which was being tightly gripped by Mingguang's large hand.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Fairy, the room has been booked." Guardian Celestial Master Han Shang suddenly spoke at this moment.

He was seeking Bitao's opinion, and also asking her if she was willing to follow the new "Tingni".

If you are unwilling.

He, and those behind him, though harboring ulterior motives and lacking any deep affection for one another—practically a disorganized mob—were still willing to fight with all their might for the fairy who had saved their lives.

Everyone clearly shared Han Shang's wishes. After Han Shang asked his question, they all tensed up and stepped forward.

Some people even secretly placed their hands on the weapons or magical artifacts at their waists.

If Bitao shakes her head, they will swarm her.

Bitao turned her head upon hearing the words of the Dharma Protector.

Seeing the group of people ready to go, Bitao smiled.

She stopped, turned around, and pulled Mingguang around as well. Pointing at Mingguang, she said, "Don't worry, let me introduce you. This is my husband!"

“Unlike Tingni, who is unpredictable, my husband’s name is Mingguang. He is of noble character, steady and reliable, and possesses great magical power. He is as pure as a breeze and as bright as the moon, a true gentleman. You will know this as you get to know him!”

Bitao boasted, "Although he and Tingni look alike and it's not easy to tell them apart, it's not hard to tell them apart either. The one with a pure and upright demeanor is him, while the one with an irrepressible evil aura is Tingni. And my husband's lip color is much lighter than Tingni's... Hmm?"

Mingguang tugged at Bitao, telling her to stop talking.

He felt a little embarrassed by the string of compliments.

Bitao waved to the Dharma Protector Master and the others, saying, "The rooms are ready. Please settle in on your own. As for food, drinks, or anything you want to buy in the city, the money is with the Dharma Protector Master. Just ask him for it."

"Of course I'll be with my husband. Let's talk about it when we get together tomorrow!"

After Bitao finished speaking, Mingguang pulled her quickly into the inn.

However, as the two of them escaped everyone's sight, Mingguang's hand, which had been holding Bitao's wrist, gradually slid down and quietly grasped her hand.

Bitao felt a mix of sweetness and trepidation as her hand was held.

Thinking about what words to use to coax someone and make them feel better in the shortest time... I'm sure I won't get to eat pig's trotters, but I need to go to sleep before dawn, right?

With each step she took up a step, Bitao devised a new strategy to quell Mingguang's jealousy.

Not only was Bitao uneasy, but at this moment, looking at the group of immortals in Yinhan Gu from the heavens above, even though they were not Bitao herself, they couldn't help but feel anxious.

"What to do, what to do, what to do? We've been caught red-handed by Mingguang Xuanxian! And Mingguang Xuanxian is so difficult to deal with, how are we going to appease him?!"

"I knew it was strange that Dongjun had been acting like a peacock with its tail feathers spread out, circling around Bitao Xuanxian all day. He actually likes Bitao Xuanxian! Brothers fighting each other, brothers vying for a wife..."

"That was truly amazing! Even mortal dramas wouldn't dare to write something like that... *slurp*"

"Hahaha, when Taiji rushed out and hugged Bitao, I thought the three of them were going to fight."

"Am I the only one who finds this strange? Why can't Dongjun defeat Mingguang Xuanxian? Isn't Dongjun a genius? Even now, the ancient immortals in Taiqing Realm use Dongjun's talent as an analogy to lecture their own juniors. That line, 'If you don't work hard and don't endure hardship, do you think you're as talented as Dongjun with a photographic memory?' I ask you, which member of the ancient immortal clan hasn't heard it? Who hasn't heard it!"

"A child prodigy may not necessarily be a great adult."①

"So Dongjun fell in love with Bitao Xuanxian at first sight... No wonder they're brothers, they not only look exactly alike, but they also have the same type of girl."

"I admit the two look alike, but have you all forgotten that Mingguang Xuanxian was taken by trickery and force? Only Dongjun fell in love at first sight, hahaha."

"There's a saying that forced melons are never sweet. Just you wait and see. If Bitao Xuanxian doesn't use all her skills tonight, Mingguang Xuanxian definitely won't let her off easily!"

"It's not a problem. Everyone has experienced Bi Tao Xuan Xian's silver tongue."

"I've already taken out paper and pen, intending to record Bi Tao Xuan Xian's secrets to coaxing people. My husband is just too prone to getting angry."

“Mingguang Xuanxian always needs to be coaxed and flattered like this. It must be exhausting after a while. Only Bitao Xuanxian can stand it.”

...

Mingguang's room is on the second floor of this inn, room number three in the "Tian" section, room A.

As soon as Bitao was pulled inside, Mingguang closed the door, let go of her, and went straight to the inner room.

Oh, this is the beginning.

He didn't cause a scene outside, but he plans to bring her back inside to settle things later.

Thank goodness.

Otherwise, if Mingguang wouldn't let her into the room, she would have to stand at the door and bang on it until midnight. Everything else is fine, Bitao doesn't mind being tired at all, but it's disturbing the neighbors.

It's much better to coax people behind closed doors.

Bitao organized her thoughts for a moment, then walked straight into the inner room, saying as she went, "Don't believe Dongjun's nonsense. I really haven't had any inappropriate interactions with him. I took his immortal pearl with the intention of giving it to you..."

Mingguang came out holding a pure white, thin strip of "handkerchief" and quickly walked to Bitao's side.

As soon as he raised his hand, Bitao raised both of her wrists.

Does the peach heart pattern mean that Guang still likes this kind of play?

The Tribulation of the Five Affinities is indeed thrilling!

Bitao raised her hands excitedly and said, "Tie me up, tie me up, but I must say, no matter how much you torture me to extract a confession, I haven't done anything to wrong you!"

Mingguang walked up to Bitao, raised his hand, and pressed the towel against Bitao's face.

He didn't tie Bitao up. With his slender fingers gripping a towel, he gently wiped away the dust that had somehow gotten on Bitao's forehead and chin.

Bitao: "..."

She held her hands up and forgot to breathe.

He stared blankly at Mingguang.

What kind of approach is this?

Mingguang wiped her neck twice, then unfolded the towel in his hand, folded it over, and used it to wipe Bitao's neck.

Bitao then realized that the towel comb was not a towel comb.

Bitao's voice sounded like it was being strangled, dry and distorted, as she asked fearfully, "This...is this a belt? Your belt?"

Are you suggesting we strangle her instead of binding her hands?

It's not impossible...

However, if the constriction is too strong, it won't be easy to treat. Since spirits are forbidden in the city, the bluish-black marks left behind can be covered up, but I'm afraid my voice will be hoarse when we gather the troops tomorrow.

"Hmm." Mingguang lifted Bitao's chin with one finger, wiped her jaw, and said, "The towels and combs in this room aren't new, they're not clean."

His movements were gentle, his golden eyes lowered, showing no sign of the crimson harbinger of an impending wildfire.

After he finished wiping Bitao's neck, he looked at Bitao and said with some dissatisfaction, "I'll ask the waiter to prepare bathwater for you."

Bath water?

It's about mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Or should we drown her, this "dragon"?

Bitao finally lost her temper and grabbed Mingguang's wrist, saying, "What do you want to do? Hurry up and I promise I won't resist!"

Mingguang looked at her quietly, his face showing confusion, and said something completely unrelated: "I just finished taking a shower..."

The peach blossoms were inexplicable.

Then, in the next moment, he embraced Bitao.

When Bitao was first embraced, she was "as if facing a formidable enemy." Mingguang's attitude was really too strange, making her feel that "a storm was brewing."

But Mingguang held her for a long time, very tightly.

There wasn't a single gap between them; the embrace was so full, it felt like it had filled every crevice of their hearts.

During this time, Mingguang didn't say a word, but kept rubbing his cheek and nose against her face and neck.

A soft, itchy, burning breath, carrying the thrill of something lost and then regained, traveled from Mingguang's chest, which trembled from his racing heart, to Bitao's body.

That sounded like a silent lament.

His thin, slightly cool lips pressed against Bitao's forehead, remaining there for a long time.

He had just wiped that spot with his wet belt.

Bitao's stiff back gradually softened and ached under such an unreserved embrace and heart-pounding emotions.

In the end, she was practically clinging to Mingguang's arms, her eyes moist.

Longing is like the air flowing in the room right now.

Unseen, yet its breath sustains life.

If the precious curve could be seen, it would be the bent back of Mingguang as he embraces Bitao at this moment.

Bitao felt that she had unexpectedly found Mingguang, and the ecstasy in her blood could sustain her for three days and three nights without sleep.

But after being held like that for a while, she realized her own exhaustion. The fear she had felt despite her ease and control seemed like silt floating up after being soaked in a warm spring.

She felt a sense of loss of control as she lost a piece of her memory during her teleportation to the lower realm, the anxiety of not being able to teleport with Mingguang, and the fear that Taiji would be killed in such a cruel world.

They all poured out of their nests, embraced by the bright and warm light.

She closed her eyes, and all the countless ways she had thought of to coax someone vanished without a trace, like raindrops falling into the sea.

Mingguang spoke after a long while, without questioning or misunderstanding.

He forced a sob into his voice and said in a trembling voice, "You scared me to death."

During the teleportation, Mingguang sensed the tearing of the lightning and knew that they could not teleport together.

Mingguang nearly went crazy when he opened his eyes after landing.

In the last competition, Xiao Taozhi was only a Celestial, and no one could have imagined that she would become a Mystic Immortal and that so many people would want to kill her.

After landing, Mingguang discovered that the entire arena had been tampered with, and he couldn't imagine what Xiaotaozhi would have to go through.

The moment he landed, his five yin energies blazed intensely, and he wished he could kill everyone he saw.

But he could only suppress his emotions, gather his men, and search for Bitao's whereabouts day and night.

Tonight, he plans to go out and continue trading with the Immortal Alliance in the city.

No matter how capable Xiao Taozhi is, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. He was terrified that Xiao Taozhi might be harmed by someone he didn't know about.

The moment he saw her in the corridor, he didn't move immediately. It wasn't because he was watching her playing around with someone who looked exactly like him, and he was filled with rage.

He thought he was hallucinating.

He has terrible dreams every day, and this isn't the first time he's experienced hallucinations.

The intense burning of the five aggregates is truly terrifying; it is extremely difficult for Mingguang to control himself.

In the few short moments he saw her, he felt like he had died and come back to life.

When he came back to life and confirmed that everything in front of him was real, and that he didn't see everyone as Xiao Taozhi.

Only then did he have the mind to care about what was going on between the person who looked exactly like him and Xiao Taozhi.

Mingguang only took action after he noticed that the person was blocking Xiaotaozhi from walking towards him.

If that person hadn't been his brother, Mingguang would have killed him, even at the cost of the karma he would have incurred.

It wasn't about jealousy or rivalry, but simply because that person dared to impersonate him to bewitch Xiao Taozhi; he must have some ulterior motive.

If it weren't for the intense heat of the five yin, Mingguang would never have known that his feelings for Xiaotaozhi went beyond mere romantic love; he was already unable to accept the fact that he had lost her.

Competition and competitiveness became irrelevant during the time when she was nowhere to be found and out of sight, and as I gradually came to understand the cruelty of this world.

He lived to be over two hundred years old. Looking back on his life, all he had ever owned was a small peach branch.

Without her, what else does he have in the nine heavens and myriad realms, in heaven and on earth?

Mingguang's voice, trembling with sobs, reached my ears.

Bitao has never been a weak person.

But at this moment, she really couldn't hold back her tears.

Bitao pressed against Mingguang's "broad" chest muscles and cried for a while, then rubbed against them a couple of times and couldn't help but laugh.

It's so soft.

And what is there for the two of them to cry about?

It's not like we're facing life and death.

Bitao has the heart of all living beings. As long as all living beings live, her obsession will not disappear. Like a shooting star, no one can truly kill her.

As for Mingguang, regardless of whether the ancient immortal clan still wants to "win back the emperor's heart," no one dares to touch him because of his parents and brothers.

She turned her face around, pressing her other cheek against Mingguang's chest muscles.

The emotions stirred by the light were quickly overwhelmed by the joy that welled up inside.

Surprisingly, Mingguang didn't question her coldly, nor did he get angry!

Hehehehehe.

Bitao looked up, wanting to see the bright light.

Mingguang wouldn't allow Bitao to raise her head, pressing her head down with his hand.

Once he had calmed himself down, his voice wasn't so strange anymore, and even the moisture around his eyes had dried, he finally spoke, his first words being: "You're so dirty."

Bitao, who was rubbing against the peach tree with great enthusiasm, suddenly froze.

Mingguang rested his chin on her head and said, "It smells earthy."

Bitao: "..."

She traveled day and night to get here, and she certainly didn't stop to cast cleansing spells on herself whenever she had a spare moment, wasting immortal pearls.

She hardly ever combs her hair and spends most of her time sleeping. Who is she trying to impress by dressing up?

Show it to Yin Han Gu?

As soon as they met, Mingguang thought she was dirty!

Bitao reached out and punched Mingguang in the chest: "Can you please not ruin the atmosphere at a time like this!"

Mingguang not only destroyed it, but destroyed it very thoroughly.

"I just took a shower, and now I have to take another one."

"Is it really necessary to take a shower just because you hugged me?!" Bitao was truly embarrassed and annoyed, looking up at Mingguang and saying, "You've gone too far!"

Mingguang asked her, "Have you not changed your dress for several days?"

Bitao: "..."

She has never changed her clothes and doesn't like wearing other people's clothes.

Several sets of women's clothing were found in that immortal's residence, but who knows whose they are or what they were used for?

Her dress was actually tattered, but because it was a flowing tulle dress, the tattered parts didn't look out of place; it was as if it was originally designed that way.

So Bitao kept wearing it and didn't change it.

Mingguang kept looking at her, waiting for her answer.

Bitao whispered, "Five and a half days, I guess. But I have a cleansing spell!"

Mingguang said, "After descending to the mortal realm, it won't be as pristine as the Nine Heavens; there will be foul and filthy air that cleansing spells cannot completely remove..."

"Alright, alright, alright! Daoist, stop reciting! After such a long time apart, is this all you want to say to me?!" Bitao raised her eyebrows high, her eyes filled with provocation.

Mingguang looked at her, his eyes sparkling with a golden light, gentle and beautiful.

Then he said, "I don't like the smell of other people on you."

Bitao: "What difference is there..."

“He hugged you earlier,” Mingguang said.

Upon hearing this, Bitao immediately lost all her arrogance: "I just didn't dodge, you heard it too, he was just being delusional."

Speaking of this, Bitao recalled the time when Dongjun was defeated by Mingguang and cornered.

Luofan City forbids spiritual energy. If Dongjun had spiritual energy, he would have used it long ago. If he hadn't, given his speed, his innate skill must be in his feet.

That's a great escape technique!

Mingguang looked at Bitao and pinched her cheek.

Bitao realized her inappropriate daze, cleared her throat, and quickly changed the subject to Dongjun. She pulled away from Mingguang's hand and said, "How about I go take a bath, get clean, smelly, and feel soft?"

"Hmm." Mingguang didn't seem to intend to let her go.

Bitao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mingguang went to ask the waiter to prepare a bath and some snacks.

Upon hearing this, Bitao rubbed her empty stomach.

I thought to myself, "Okay, it's late today. I'll just have a few snacks to tide me over, and then I'll eat pig's trotters tomorrow."

Hot water was quickly brought over. Before Bitao took off her clothes to wash up, Mingguang told her, "Eat two snacks first, so you won't feel dizzy when you take a bath."

Bitao felt a slight tingling sensation down her back from his gentle touch.

He thought to himself, "She's not an ordinary person. She can bleed two bowls of blood and not necessarily feel dizzy. Why would she need to eat snacks?"

But Bitao was extremely pleased with Mingguang's attitude, and happily stuffed two pieces into her mouth before going to take a bath.

Mingguang rinsed himself off again and cast two cleansing spells to dry himself off.

He and Bitao were not in the same room. His body was covered with a dense network of blue and purple wounds from his refusal to use the Immortal Pearl to circulate his spiritual energy, relying solely on brute force.

Both of their silver nets stopped spinning, and the immortals thought that the night would not be bright.

But in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Mingguang was dressed and sat down at the table to wait for Bitao.

When Bitao finished washing up, she found a brand new woman's dress on the table.

She was surprised, then picked it up and compared it to herself, her mouth practically stretching to her ears in a wide grin.

"When did you buy it?" Bitao twirled around, holding the dress. The pink skirt had very dense pleats, and when she twirled, it looked like a blooming flower.

“It’s right here in this city. I bought it here yesterday.”

It was indeed bought yesterday.

But it wasn't because he knew he would encounter Bitao that he bought it.

Mingguang and his group heard that a wood spirit woman dressed in a pink dress and with an extremely strong temperament had been captured. Because she refused to be used as a human furnace, she cut off half of her neck and was then sold to a brothel in Luofan City.

That's why they rushed here.

Mingguang led his men into the area and rescued the person, only to discover that it wasn't Bitao.

She was a female immortal who was sentenced by the heavens to undergo tribulation in the mortal realm hundreds of years ago.

The dress was bought before the rescue, and Mingguang didn't give it to her.

The woman is also in the inn. Mingguang told her to leave on her own, but she said she had nowhere to go and wanted to go with them.

After Bitao finished dressing, Mingguang briefly explained the matter to her.

Bitao raised an eyebrow, wrapped her arms around his neck, and sat on his lap.

"If she doesn't want to leave, let her come along. I have a group of people in my team too."

Bitao gave Mingguang a kiss on the cheek and said, "Smell it! Do I smell nice? I put in two bars of perfume."

Mingguang's breath hitched. He pressed his straight nose against Bitao's neck, sniffed carefully, then looked up at her and said, "It smells good."

Bitao also looked at Mingguang. The two of them stepped forward at the same time, and their four lips met, creating a dazzling display of passion, like silver flowers and fiery trees.

However, just as Bitao reached her hand into Mingguang's collar, he suddenly stopped, his breathing unsteady.

Holding Bitao's hand, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Are you hungry? Tie your hair up, let's go to the street to get something to eat."

Bitao: "...Huh?"

Shouldn't we be passionately working day and night, relentlessly attacking the enemy's lair and sharing all our knowledge?

Bitao didn't feel hungry at first.

She's restless!

As soon as Mingguang finished speaking, Bitao's belly started beating like a theatrical performance.

We didn't really eat anything decent along the way.

The main reason is that since they have already descended to the mortal realm and know that they can eat pig's trotters, they refuse to eat anything else to make do and would rather go hungry.

When Mingguang led her out of the inn and onto the street, Bitao's head was spinning and she felt dizzy and confused... as if someone had poured water down her throat.

My brain is so muddled I can't think straight, and I can't even walk properly without stumbling.

So this is what it feels like to be loved wholeheartedly.

Bitao had been pursuing Mingguang for so many years, and she had indeed thought that, given his personality, once she pried open his shell, his insides would surely be extremely fresh and tender.

She had already eaten the peaches, and they were indeed as she had predicted.

However, it was only today that Bitao discovered that there was a priceless pearl inside the oyster shell.

She was like a fisherman who worked from dawn till dusk, who had caught a big clam and painstakingly pried it open, thinking only of having a good meal.

But unexpectedly, he became rich overnight.

Bitao felt lightheaded and her soul seemed to fly away until she was led to a small stall selling braised pig's trotters and noodles in braised sauce.

That immortal would definitely not like it. The smell of braised offal mixed with foul odor wafted into her nostrils—Bitao was brought back to her senses by the aroma, and stepped on the ground, but failed to put her foot down.

I sank in again.

I was caught up in this bustling world filled with the warmth and life of humanity.

Mingguang's gentle voice rang out: "I'd like four bowls of braised noodles, large bowls, and six braised pig's trotters."

"Alright, celestial lord! If you had come any later, I would have been closing up shop!"

"But are there any other immortals coming? Should we set out four sets of bowls and chopsticks?"

Mingguang turned his back to Bitao and shook his head at the stall owner.

His long, ink-black hair, freshly washed and exuding fragrance, cascaded down his back.

Unable to control herself, Bitao pressed herself against it and buried herself inside.

His voice vibrated with his chest: "A set of bowls and chopsticks."

Bitao felt as if she had been instantly overwhelmed by the vast and fickle world of mortals, and from that moment on, she could never extricate herself.

She envisioned a long-awaited reunion as first clarifying misunderstandings, a process that might take a lot of time, then pouring out her feelings and longing, and finally engaging in unrestrained and exhilarating intercourse.

But at this moment, Bitao was slurping noodles and gnawing on a pig's trotter.

Hands dripping with oil, mouth tasting delicious.

Mingguang held a brocade handkerchief in his hand and occasionally leaned over to wipe Bitao's mouth.

No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, he couldn't hide the disdain in his eyes.

They disliked the way the peaches were eaten, as well as the smell and years of grease from the stall.

But his eyes shone with golden light, full of tenderness.

When Bitao had a second competition, Wei Danxin lit a lamp of earthly warmth for her and cooked a bowl of brown rice porridge. This made her feel so weak and her bones could barely support her. She thought that she would be content to live with him as an ordinary person for a lifetime, and be his wife for eternity.

From beginning to end, what Bitao longed for was this "human firework" that awaited her return home and shone brightly just for her.

For that glimmer of light, she climbed to the heavens and plucked down a sun.

The sun gently embraces me, and the peach blossoms are about to melt from the heat!