Chapter 151 Solving the Rebellion Yes, yes, yes, that's how you deal with him!

Logically speaking, Bitao shouldn't be outside at this time. She should be sleeping inside with Mingguang.

Bitao did fall asleep, but not long after she did, the Dharma Protector Master Han Shang came to find her, saying that there had been some disturbance when the group was moving the magical artifacts from the Immortal Alliance's storeroom.

A group of people who had previously submitted had gone mad, and because of their unusual reasons, a forceful crackdown might provoke a collective rebellion from the other who had already submitted.

It's rare for Han Shang to have a decision he can't make up for and to need Bi Tao's help, which is why he came at this time.

Then, as soon as Bitao came out, she happened to run into Dongjun trying to lure Taiji away.

Taiji had already run to Bitao's side and quickly repeated to her what Dongjun had just told him.

Not a single word was missed.

Dongjun's expression was simply indescribable.

He has lived for over seven hundred years, and his old face has always maintained a dignified and aloof demeanor.

Not only did they lose all face in this world, but they also repeatedly lost face.

Dongjun took a deep breath, realizing that Bitao was definitely not his destined person, but rather his lifelong enemy!

Bitao looked at Dongjun with a strange expression and said, "Brother, my child is indeed very outstanding, but... hehehe..."

Bitao chuckled a few times in a strange tone. Upon hearing this, Dongjun could no longer maintain his composure, and he wanted to kill Bitao to silence her.

She was imitating the sound he made when he turned into a bird that day!

How could someone be so wicked?

Bitao stopped Dongjun from exploding and suppressed her smile.

He thought to himself: It would be easier for you to abduct Mingguang than to abduct Taiji.

Bitao patted Taiji on the back of the head. The gesture was not contemptuous at all, but rather showed the affection of an elder.

The problem is that Bitao is only over two hundred years old, but in the celestial realm, someone over two hundred years old is considered a "child".

Especially in front of Dongjun, a "grown-up" man who is over seven hundred years old.

Dongjun looked at Bitao with a loving expression, as if he were looking at a waist-length toddler, smoking a pipe and saying that the poor harvest this year was because locusts had eaten the seedlings. It was as strange as that.

Bitao said, "I watched Taiji grow up, so naturally he's a bit more on my side. Brother, please don't blame him."

If Tai Chi could be swayed by a few words, he wouldn't have ruined himself to the point of ascending to immortality.

Dongjun, having been caught "plotting something," stiffened and said to Bitao in a condescending manner, "Come with me, I have some questions for you!"

After Dongjun finished speaking, he turned around and took the lead, certain that Bitao would follow.

No matter what, he was Mingguang's older brother, and even if Bitao mocked him, she still had to call him "brother".

Bitao stood still, not intentionally "disobeying" Dongjun, but said, "Brother... I really don't have much time right now."

"You..." Dongjun was about to explode.

Bitao raised her hand to extinguish the fire for Dongjun.

With a serious expression, he said, "Brother, listen to me, there's been some commotion in the warehouse, I have to go check it out right away."

"In order not to disrupt the daily lives of the people in the city, we must all leave Luofan City before dawn."

Dongjun really couldn't find fault with this reason.

However, he was deeply embarrassed. If Bitao, who was stuck in this limbo, were to leave, he would be too ashamed to appear in the team again.

They have to hide and follow others everywhere, how pathetic.

Having been sent down to protect her, Bitao never underestimated the dangers of this world.

Therefore, she quickly offered Dongjun a way out, feigning weakness, saying, "Brother, I was just looking for you."

"Brother, we can talk about it later. Let's go and quell the riot first."

"To be honest, these people only submit for profit. If they all rebel, even if I had three heads and six arms, I wouldn't be able to resist them."

“I can rest assured if you come with me, brother. After all, no one in Luofan City is your match. Even this spirit-suppressing formation can be broken in the blink of an eye if you want to.”

What Bitao said wasn't just flattery; Dongjun's power had only revealed the tip of the iceberg, yet it was enough to shock and awe Bitao.

Sure enough, Dongjun's expression improved considerably after hearing this.

He walked a few steps toward Bitao with his hands behind his back and said, "Mingguang..."

"Shh..."

Bitao quickly left the doorway, leading the Dharma Protector, Taiji, and Dongjun. Once outside the courtyard, she said, "Mingguang has been dealing with the affairs of the Immortal Alliance these past few days. He's exhausted and just fell asleep. Let's not disturb him."

Several people stepped out of the hanging flower gate in the backyard.

Dongjun couldn't help but say, "If you hadn't acted impulsively and killed that Yaori, taking over this mess, why would Mingguang have to be running around day and night?"

His accusations against Bitao were quite obvious, especially in front of Bitao's subordinates and Taiji, whom he had failed to abduct earlier, as if he were deliberately trying to regain the face he had lost.

But in reality, Dongjun was just used to being arrogant and haughty, and he used to speak to his master in the same tone most of the time.

Only when they can't be ordered around will they stomp their feet, raise their voices, and act cute.

He was like a spoiled "child" who was over seven hundred years old.

Bitao looked at him and Mingguang, who had similar features but revealed a completely different arrogant expression. When Mingguang made such an expression, he was like a paper tiger, mostly to maintain his dignity and the respect he commanded.

However, Dongjun's expression, radiating confidence and self-assurance, clearly indicates that in his mind, everything should revolve around him.

He was born with everything at his fingertips, so even if he felt ashamed or annoyed, he would quickly forget about it and let it go.

Unlike her poor little Mingguang, who, in order to "not lose face," has almost given up sleep since childhood, just to make up for his shortcomings through hard work and to show his superiority anytime and anywhere.

"What, you're still not convinced? If you had spared Yao Ri's half-life, why would you have gone through all this trouble to stabilize the situation? You might have already gathered enough men and set off by now."

Seeing that Bitao seemed dissatisfied, Dongjun added another sentence.

The Supreme God of Origin, who was secretly watching, thought to himself as he saw his disciple’s arrogant manner—Let’s fight! Let’s fight! Let’s fight!

He liked Dongjun, but had long suffered from Dongjun's wicked and unruly nature.

The Supreme God truly wished to see his disciple suffer more setbacks and temper his temper.

However, this time, unlike in the past, Bitao did not utter any unreasonable or argumentative remarks.

Instead, he said as he walked, "Brother is right. I shouldn't have killed Yao Ri and made Ming Guang work so hard for me."

"However, I was so angry after being humiliated by him that I failed to consider the bigger picture."

Dongjun never expected that Bitao would actually "admit her mistake" so easily.

I was stunned for a moment.

Upon hearing Bitao's second sentence, Dongjun recalled how Yaori had "humiliated" Bitao, and his face immediately flushed.

It's anger.

He also wanted to kill Yao Ri at the time.

Thinking about it this way, it seems we can't blame Bitao for losing her temper and making a mistake.

Dongjun wanted to say something in agreement with Bitao's quick killing, but he had just been criticizing her, and she had already admitted her mistake. If he were to go back on his word now, it would seem as if he had lost his mind.

Dongjun could only take a small, suppressed breath and remain silent, following Bitao beside him.

The god of the source in the shadows almost wanted to burst into laughter.

Yes, yes, that's how you treat him!

He needs to learn from this fairy Bitao how to deal with Dongjun.

The Supreme God even began to doubt the true purpose of the Heavenly Dao of Myriad Realms in sending Dongjun down.

Should we protect Bitao, or should we use Bitao, the destined one, to temper Dongjun's temperament?

Bitao argued with him directly, and although Dongjun would get angry, he would never reflect on his mistakes.

On the contrary, Bitao's easy admission of her mistake and her recollection of the situation made Dongjun feel like a petty person who was unforgiving even when he was in the right.

They remained silent the entire way and quickly arrived at the warehouse.

Several hundred people had gathered there, standing in two groups.

The many surround the few, forming an encirclement.

There were at least several dozen people, some of whom looked like trapped beasts and had suffered injuries of varying degrees.

Clearly, they had fought before Bitao arrived.

Among those dozens of people, two were clutching magical artifacts tightly to their chests, looking around as if they regarded anyone who tried to steal them as an enemy.

As soon as Bitao appeared, both sides in the standoff looked at her.

The Dharma Protector had already briefly explained what was going on to Bitao.

Bitao came over and stood in the direction of the crowd, listening to the people at the scene all talking at once, "complaining."

"We were transporting magical artifacts out of the city, and they tried to seize them!"

"Yes, the fairy clearly said that the magical artifacts would be distributed according to the spirit attribute after we left the city. They didn't follow the rules and even attacked us!"

...

A person who is in charge should not make a conclusion about anything based on only one side of the story.

Bitao slightly raised her hand to indicate to everyone that she understood, giving the other party a chance to speak.

Soon, a person clinging to the magical artifact, glaring at the crowd with bloodshot eyes, roared, "This magical artifact was crafted by my own hands!"

"It's my hand!"

Bitao looked and saw that the man was missing an arm.

And that magical artifact was indeed shaped like a human bone. Although the flesh and skin were gone and only bones remained, the size of the bones matched that of the robust man.

Bitao asked the man, "What is your spiritual attribute? What are your innate skills?"

The man was breathing heavily, clutching the skeletal arm tightly, staring at Bitao for a long while before finally replying, "Lei Ling."

"My innate skill is Thunder Fist!"

Bitao spoke again, seemingly questioning, "With this magical artifact in your possession, can you still unleash its full power?"

The veins on the man's neck bulged: "Of course I can! I... after this magical artifact is refined and enhanced, I can unleash ten times my own strength!"

“But the other Lei Ling can unleash the same power! They’re even stronger than you!” Bi Tao said resentfully. One of the people who had been injured while maintaining order spoke up.

So the two sides started arguing again.

After they argued for a while, Bitao said, "Stop arguing, it's no big deal. Since it was made from your arm, you can use the magic weapon."

The man was stunned for a moment, then a surge of joy appeared on his face.

Speechless and incoherent, he exclaimed, "The fairy is wise and righteous! I... I am willing to die for the fairy!"

The person who had been helping to maintain order objected: "Fairy, but..."

Bitao said directly to Han Shang, "Our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents, and the innate skills of immortals are bestowed upon us by all living beings in the myriad worlds, just like being given by our parents."

"All the magical artifacts in the warehouse that were crafted using the innate skills of the team members can be returned to them if they want them."

As soon as Bitao finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

A moment later, the small group of several dozen people were the first to cheer.

Meanwhile, people around Bitao cheered with joy.