Chapter 148 Don't even think about it! "My good husband... I was wrong..."

"Although I have seen your Dharma form and I like your golden crow very much, my people reported to me that they saw your brother turn into a small bird and fly away."

"It makes a 'cawing' sound, and it can even make noise."

"I've never heard the golden crow call before. Is it like a crow?"

Mingguang pursed his lips and remained silent.

Inside the cabin, multiple layers of restrictions were placed on all sides.

Bitao, holding onto Mingguang's shoulder, was like a frog soaking in warm water. No matter how hard she tried to jump out of the "hot pot," she would eventually slide down hard and fall back to the bottom of the pot.

The two faced each other, nose to nose, both sweating profusely from the intense heat of each other's touch.

Bitao touched Mingguang's damp eyebrows, rubbed the corners of his rosy eyes, and said, "When will you turn into a little crow for me to see, to caw, and to play with?"

Mingguang's long, slender arms, with their prominent veins, wrapped around Bitao's shoulders and gripped her other shoulder tightly, his expression almost fierce with suppressed anger.

There were too many people on the ship, and despite the numerous restrictions placed on it, he didn't dare to act too recklessly.

These restrictions are useful for concealing the senses of those with low cultivation levels, but for Upper Origin Gods and even the Eastern Lord, they are like burying one's head in the sand.

If it weren't for Bitao's seduction, he would never have acted so recklessly.

They kept forbidding Bitao from saying anything lewd, making it seem like she was having an affair.

Hearing Bitao say that, Mingguang gritted his teeth and covered her mouth, saying, "Don't even think about it!"

"Stop talking, or I'll gag you."

He can indulge Xiao Taozhi in many things, but he also has a strong desire for control. Although Mingguang was not angry about Bitao using him before, he did not like the feeling of being controlled by spiritual energy.

Bitao used her spiritual energy to control him and feed him golden spirit candy beans. She also checked his teeth with her fingers. Mingguang had already found them in another way.

As for Bitao's actions of silencing him and imprisoning him with spiritual energy... just look at the wet gag on Bitao's neck and the red marks on her wrists and ankles that have not yet faded. It is clear that Mingguang is not as "generous" as he appears in front of his brother.

Even on Bitao's shoulder, there were several teeth marks as interest.

Now Bitao wants Mingguang to turn into a flying, cawing "little crow" for her to play with?

Dream on!

Bitao was unable to speak because her mouth was covered, but she was still unwilling to give up. She stared into Mingguang's eyes, her gaze filled with a clear and persistent seductive intent.

Mingguang wouldn't let her speak, and she had to be extremely secretive and restrained, but that didn't stop him from being so strong that he wanted to shove his scrotum inside as well.

Bitao pushed his arm away and asked him again, "It's okay if you don't become a bird, you can become a cat or a dog... Iron-eating beasts are also good-looking, black and white with fluffy fur."

Mingguang chuckled instinctively, his voice low and magnetic.

The thought of that scene is absurd.

He always boasted that he was "bigger" than Xiao Taozhi.

Regardless of age, physique, or even mindset, he places himself in the position of a "mature elder."

He was as hard-hearted as iron and resolutely disagreed.

It will never become anyone's "plaything".

Bitao wrapped her arms around Mingguang's neck and swayed him to his rhythm, shaking him vigorously as if she wanted to shake his brains into a daze, and he agreed.

"Even if you don't turn into some small animal, can you at least turn back into the way you were when you were a child?"

"Just like when we first met when we were five or six years old."

Just thinking about that scene made Bitao blush with happiness.

"I've never held you in my arms since then... okay?"

"Good husband."

"My darling, please."

"Just change it, just change it..."

Mingguang's heart pounded as she called him "good husband" and "my darling," as if a million little deer were running rampant and trampling inside him.

He held the troublemaker tightly in his arms, pressing her head against his shoulder with his large hands on the back of her neck.

Bitao was forced to lower her eyes and looked at the belt on the back of the chair that Mingguang was leaning against. It couldn't withstand the rapid shaking and fell off. With a "clink", the jade buckle hit the ground and shattered, and white jade fragments flew everywhere. Only then did Mingguang lose his temper and bite Bitao's lips to stop her "bastard" remarks.

Their lips lingered tenderly for a long time.

It was already bright outside.

The ever-burning lamp inside the house lost its luster, the sun rose, and a warm hue poured freely into the world, seeping into the room through the cracks in the window and climbing over the two people.

Mingguang held onto Bitao tightly, refusing to let her get up.

Until we can regroup and make a comeback.

Bitao never gave up on verbally tormenting her.

Mingguang couldn't imagine what Xiaotaozhi, with her temperament, would do if she turned into a cat, dog, or bird. What would she do with her?

Mingguang pressed his nose against Bitao's wet nose and asked her, "When will you turn into a little peach branch person again, like when you were little, so I can play with you?"

"I remember back then you could still switch back and forth between the peach branches, and your voice was high-pitched and delicate, like a sparrow that kept chirping."

“Anytime is fine,” Bitao said. “However, the spiritual energy in this world is insufficient. I do not have the power of Dongjun and it is not advisable for me to use transformation techniques. After I return to heaven, you can tell me what to become, and I will become that.”

"You can look at it, play with it, do whatever you want with it..."

"Don't you love playing with 'little junk' the most? I've been nurturing those little junks you buried under the big peach wood with my spiritual energy, so I'll dig them up for you to play with too."

Bitao rested her head on Mingguang's shoulder, her body mingling with his damp sweat.

"Just promise me you'll change once."

The temptation is undeniable.

However, Mingguang managed to hold back and did not agree.

"Give up," Mingguang said.

He turned into a child?

Absolutely not.

Mingguang simply couldn't accept that sense of dislocation.

He will always be bigger than Xiaotaozhi.

Bitao was rejected, but she was not discouraged.

As the saying goes, fortune changes like a wheel – where there's a will, there's a way!

Wait until the sun is overhead.

The two, having had their fill, sat cross-legged on the bed in the cabin, discussing their next plan.

Bitao told Mingguang everything in detail that she hadn't had a chance to discuss with him before.

Mingguang's long hair cascaded down his shoulders like an inky waterfall, partially obscuring the two unsightly bite marks on his chest.

That was Bitao's "revenge" after being rejected.

One on each side, perfectly symmetrical.

Bitao also had long, silky hair, a peach-blossom pink face, and a loose, light green bodice around her neck. She looked down and pointed her finger at the map between the two of them.

Nothing that should be covered can be covered up.

"Look here, I've already shown it to Guanghan."

Mingguang tried his best to focus on the map, but Yu Guang wouldn't listen no matter what.

He inevitably despises himself; how did he become like this?

When we're talking about serious matters, he's looking at and thinking about whatever he's doing!

The intense burning of the five aggregates is truly terrifying.

Mingguang cleared his throat, bit his tongue, and focused his thoughts.

He reached out and traced a concave line on the map.

After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Do you think there's something wrong with these barrier formations between the mortal realm and the immortal realm?"

Looking at Mingguang, Bitao's eyes were filled with admiration, in addition to deep emotions.

"right!"

"As expected of my husband, even Guanghan, who is skilled in divination and fortune-telling, didn't think of this!"

Bitao leaned over and kissed Mingguang.

Caught off guard, Mingguang's eyes were met with a view of towering mountains.

After a moment of dizziness, he could no longer restrain himself and grabbed Xiao Taozhi, who was deliberately teasing him and then trying to run away, pulling her tightly into his arms.

After a long moment of surprise, she whispered, "You did it on purpose."

"If we don't get out of here soon, what will people think of us?"

Bitao raised her neck and raised her voice: "We are the witnesses of heaven and earth, we have made a vow to each other, it is legal and compliant, let others think what they want."

"Furthermore, I have instructed Taiji to claim that you suffered severe internal injuries and were poisoned after being kidnapped, and that I am treating your injuries and removing the poison."

Mingguang grabbed Bitao and rolled over, pulling her onto himself, his chest heaving as he laughed loudly, "Hahahaha..."

"Then you didn't do a good job of detoxifying and healing me. How come I'm still not cured of the poison and my injuries haven't healed? You're making me look at the map and analyze the formation for you."

"Aren't you exploiting the wounded?"

Bitao also chuckled.

She rested her head on Mingguang's shoulder, still holding the map in her hand, nuzzled Mingguang's chin, and tilted her head back to kiss his little red mole.

I love spending time with Mingguang like this, day and night.

However, she was also aware that after taking control of the Sunrise, she could simply leave the rest to the Dharma Protectors and others who were skilled in communication and management.

With capable subordinates, why should she do everything herself?

The two of them sat on top of each other, leaning against each other, and whispered to each other for a while longer.

Bitao said, "Guanghan has determined that this hexagram is Xun, but it is still impossible to determine which side of the wind is dominant and which side is submissive within Xun, and who submits to whom."

"He said it needs to be calculated based on the terrain. So we might have to take a detour to get to Jiuxiao Palace."

Mingguang asked Bitao, "Do you suspect that the immortals in the realm of banished immortals extract the life force of the mortal world and use it for their own purposes through the spirit-gathering and blocking array?"

“Yes,” Bitao said. “You should have also noticed that the immortals in this world are simply unable to cultivate and advance.”

Mingguang embraced Bitao, his hand stroking her shoulders and back as she lay on top of him.

"A banished immortal who falls into this realm cannot draw upon the spiritual energy here without the help of the Immortal Pearl."

"It's like when a celestial being descends to the mortal realm to perform official duties, their cultivation will be suppressed by the Heavenly Dao. Similarly, a celestial power in the mortal star realm will be greatly reduced due to the lack of spiritual energy in the star realm."

Mingguang was certain: "If nothing unexpected happens, this star realm will be a mortal star realm."

The two then discussed their journey ahead. Bitao wanted to lead several thousand people to the Nine Heavens Palace, but with only one guardian celestial master, Han Shang, managing them, it was far from enough.

Bitao was also a little troubled by this. She knew how to use people well, but the first thing to do when using people well is to know them well.

With so many people in the Immortal Alliance, no matter how good Bitao's memory or how intelligent she is, it's impossible for her to understand each and every one of them thoroughly in a short period of time.

Moreover, she had no desire to understand those people at all.

Suppressing them with force can only be done temporarily; if they turn against you before the battle, it will always be troublesome to deal with.

Mingguang touched Bitao's troubled little face, kissed her, and suggested, "There will be too many people traveling together, so we'll need to split into dozens of spirit boats."

"You can appoint some people in the team who are not worthy of their positions."

"This person needs to be a little clever; those who are only interested in profit are the easiest to control. Once he takes a leadership position, he will inevitably use his authority for personal gain."

"At this point, the others in the team will develop a rebellious and subservient mentality, and they will unite to point out his shortcomings and try to elect a truly capable and fair person."

"Don't directly appoint the person who was recommended. Instead, meet with him privately a few times and give him some hope."

"In this way, he will use his 'popular support' to help you manage and unite that small team, allowing you to see his strength and ability. Meanwhile, the people you appoint, though mediocre, have power and tangible benefits. Knowing that you intend to change leaders, they will spare no expense to protect their own positions."

"In this way, the two of them will be in a small team, creating a situation of resistance against supervision. The other members of the team will also benefit."

Mingguang smiled and kissed Bitao's face, saying, "When the time comes, you'll be able to handle any group of people with ease."

Bitao listened attentively, her eyes growing brighter with each word.

He slapped Mingguang on the chest: "Not bad!"

"That move was brilliant! No wonder he's the future emperor who holds the reins of public office across all realms!"

Mingguang raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly pleased by the compliment.

He said, "But this is only a means of controlling these people in the short term. Once there are internal conflicts, if outsiders want to disrupt things, they need to choose one of them. And these two groups are in a state of mutual supervision and confrontation. As long as one of them wavers even slightly, the other group will quickly report to you."

"This way you can keep track of everyone's movements at any time."

"Sometimes, conflicts are more solid and reliable than true friendships forged in battle."

"But if you really want to win everyone over, it won't be done in a day."

Bitao, resting her head on the bright light, said, "I never intended to subdue them; I was just using them."

"You take charge of the procession; you're better at that than I am..."

Mingguang has been handling public affairs in the myriad realms for many years, demonstrating masterful strategic planning and meticulous execution.

Let alone a few thousand people, even tens of thousands would become obedient pawns in his hands.

Bitao excels at using unorthodox tactics and achieving victory through surprise. However, she has absolutely no desire to deal with these trivial matters of intrigue and backstabbing.

Mingguang didn't agree immediately, but said seriously, "Haven't I become a piece of trash that anyone can take away?"

Bitao: "..." So Mingguang still resented her for silencing him and suppressing him with spiritual energy.

Mingguang seemed so "righteous" at the time that Bitao was quite moved, but she never expected that Mingguang planned to settle scores with her "behind the scenes"...

I've already done one round of calculations, and I'm still doing it now.

Bitao whimpered and rolled around on Mingguang, kicking her legs.

"My dear husband...I was wrong..."

As they rolled, Mingguang raised the battle flag.

But Bitao's belly emitted a sound like a gong or drum.

Therefore, who "eats" first became a serious internal "conflict" that urgently needed to be resolved.