Chapter 159 I Have Something to Say to You While Scrubbing Your Back!

Bitao stared intently at Mingguang, her eyes lingering there for a long time.

Although she appeared outwardly normal, even with a smile on her lips, a fury burned in her eyes that was more vibrant and magnificent than the setting sun over the boundless sea of ​​Juntian Dushuo Mountain.

Those people wanted to kill her golden crow.

Xiao Mingguang wanted to kill her.

They wanted to kill all her friends in this world, and also kill her.

The clearer Bitao realized this, the more uncontrollable her anger became, almost burning through her intact human skin.

When she was angry with Dongjun that day, she confidently and subtly told him that his talk of blood ties was useless, and that Mingguang would only choose her, and only her.

In fact, even if the Heavenly Dao of Myriad Realms, the mother who gave birth to Mingguang, stood in front of Bitao, she would still dare to hold her head high and let Mingguang make a choice.

Because she was certain she would not lose.

But emotions are always two-way. Mingguang's emotional world revolves around her, and so does hers.

From the moment she landed on Mingguang's shoulder from the large peach tree, attempting to devour him, they had already become one.

So for the hundred years that Mingguang forgot about Bitao, Bitao chased after him and watched him, but she was never in a hurry or sad.

Because she knew that, regardless of their relationship, she and Mingguang would always represent the most important people in each other's lives.

Even in the years before they fell in love, in the years when neither of them was even human, they included each other in every step of their plans for the future.

Mingguang was not Bitao's lover, nor her relative, but an inseparable part of her.

Bitao knew that no one could live forever, not even immortals. She was an immortal, existing for the sake of all living beings, and naturally she would perish along with the consciousness of all living beings.

She may die, but she must be completely and utterly annihilated by heaven and earth, along with her radiance.

They cannot be divided.

Bitao has told many people that Mingguang was born to be hers.

But no one believed it; even Zhan Kui once thought it was Bi Tao's wild talk.

But what Bitao said was never arrogant.

No one can separate her from Mingguang.

A storm raged through her mind again, but this storm transformed into reason, extinguishing her useless anger.

She had to come up with a solution as soon as possible.

Mingguang had removed the Immortal Pearl, and his five senses were not sharp enough. He did not notice that on the huge spirit ship standing in the night, someone was staring at his back, wishing they could turn him into a tiny mayfly and incorporate him into their own meridians, bones, and every inch of their skin.

In this way, they can truly live and die together, and no longer have to worry about anyone separating them.

Bitao watched as he repaired the child's toy, a car made of wood.

After the child turned and ran away, Bitao saw Mingguang take out a handkerchief and start wiping his hands.

Then, seemingly realizing that wiping alone wouldn't get him clean, he started looking around, clearly looking for a place to wash his hands, and perhaps also to change the clothes that had been grabbed earlier.

Bitao gritted her teeth; she knew she couldn't follow right now.

Having just seen the Ice Mirror and learned the method of ascension, given her usual cautious and cunning nature, she wouldn't go to Mingguang at this time.

Mingguang is not in danger now. Bitao has only just deduced the truth of this world. If she openly acts strangely, the person behind her will definitely notice something amiss.

Bitao gritted her teeth, her fingers gripping the railing of the spirit boat, her fingertips digging uncontrollably into the wood.

She knew she was being affected by the intense burning of the five aggregates.

She took a deep breath, watched Mingguang walk towards the stream not far away, forced herself to look away, and then smiled.

She chuckled softly.

She thought she was perfectly clear-headed, and that the only thing affected by the intense heat of the five aggregates was a bit of "lust".

It seems that the will of Heaven remains as mighty as ever.

The intense burning of the five yin elements is indeed the most difficult poison for immortals to cure.

This was the first time in her life that Bitao had realized that she could get so angry that she couldn't breathe properly.

Mingguang's figure completely disappeared from her sight, and Bitao did not continue to track him with her five senses.

Instead, he shifted his attention and continued standing there, looking down.

Look at that ordinary child whose toy has been repaired. He goes to play with his friends on the little car. They load some "cargo" onto the car, some leaves, rotten branches and pebbles, and then choose a horse to "pull the cargo" by playing rock-paper-scissors.

All the children wanted to be that horse.

Children...

These mortals are all going to the palace of Elder Qingwen of the Nine Heavens Palace. Even if there is no one at home to take care of the child, it is not safe to bring such a young child to the Immortal Realm, is it?

Bitao's eyes narrowed suddenly; something was wrong.

Is Elder Qingwen of the Nine Heavens Palace really that easy to talk to?

How could a hardworking adult tolerate having to take care of a freeloader who might be running around his palace all the time?

It's normal for one or two adults to bring their children to work when there's no one to take care of them at home, but the number of children is far too many.

Bitao stared at the mortals who were huddled together in the night, their expressions full of joy, and silently spread her five senses to listen to their conversation.

Around a bonfire, several adults were roasting biscuits and gathered together, watching their children play, discussing the task of building a pool in Elder Qingwen's palace.

"This time we'll definitely get a lot of money, enough to get my eldest son a wife and build a house!"

A young man who looked to be in his early thirties said in a weary voice, "That way, when I die, my eldest son and his wife can take care of my second child."

“Yes! It’s really hard to get a job in Elder Qingwen’s palace!” said a woman next to him who had eaten a flatbread and whose lips were black from eating it. “Last time, they came to our city to recruit people to repair the side hall. They offered very generous pay, and it’s said that you don’t have to do much work. You can go back and make a fortune after ten days or so!”

The woman with the black lips that looked like she was poisoned chewed the biscuit loudly and said, "If the people who did the work for Elder Qingwen last time hadn't refused this time, it wouldn't have been our turn."

A young boy, who looked to be only a teenager with a face full of pockmarks, said, "It's strange, isn't Elder Qingwen's palace broken down five or six times a year? And why is it that every time he comes to hire someone to repair his palace, he doesn't want the person who repairs it anymore?"

"What else could it be? Of course, it's because those people did a bad job. As for why those nobles' palaces are always broken, isn't that simple? They're immortals, after all. They'd spar and one of them would lose control and break the house."

The young man who spoke first said, "If we do a good job this time, Elder Qingwen will definitely need us next time he repairs the palace!"

...

Bitao withdrew her five senses and listened to the discussions of several other groups. They were almost all grateful that Elder Qingwen had invited them to repair his palace, and they were all excited about the high reward they would soon receive.

But there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Bitao quickly picked up on some obvious unusual things from their conversation.

For example, some people speculate that Elder Qingwen likes children, and when recruiting people, he would always specifically instruct them to bring children to play in the palace. Elder Qingwen would also provide a lot of snacks and candies, and even toys for children.

But Elder Qingwen himself doesn't even have a furnace, and there are no female relatives in the palace. He really likes children. He has become an elder, so why doesn't he have a child of his own?

Bitao didn't think men would like someone else's child who wasn't related to them by blood.

Many of them don't even like their own children. Bitao was once abandoned in the mountains by her biological father during the first competition.

For example, Elder Qingwen's palace was never seriously damaged, so he didn't need so many people to work, but he still had to send out several large spirit boats and bring a bunch of people into his palace to make a ruckus for more than ten days, and then act like a miserly old god of wealth.

And not long after, the palace, which had just been repaired, broke down again. When they tried to find someone to repair it, they refused to hire anyone who had been there before, unless... a child.

Some of these children came two or three times a year.

Bitao didn't think that a banished immortal who had become an elder of the Nine Heavens Palace would have any good intentions in becoming a god of wealth for ordinary people.

If they truly have such good intentions, why not transform their wealth into life-extending elixirs and distribute them to them? What could be more precious than life?

However, this information is still insufficient to determine what Elder Qingwen intends to do.

At this moment, Mingguang washed his hands and, as expected, returned to the main ship to change his clothes.

As soon as he boarded the spirit boat, he noticed Bitao standing against the railing at the bow, so he began to tiptoe around her.

He himself was not sensitive to his five senses, and having been separated from the Immortal Pearl for a long time, he had become accustomed to the feeling of being a mortal and forgot that Bitao still had cultivation and could discover his existence in an instant.

Bitao noticed him cautiously approaching, but deliberately didn't turn around.

Mingguang stretched his hand, which was icy cold from the stream water, to Bitao's neck.

Bitao pretended to be startled and felt cold, letting out a "whoosh!" before turning around and chasing after Mingguang.

The two were laughing and joking on the mainboat, and before they knew it, they were inside the cabin.

Mingguang grabbed Bitao and forced her feet off the ground, pinning her against the door. Then, their noses touched, rubbed together for a moment, and he naturally kissed her lips.

The two exchanged an extremely tender and lingering kiss, but in each other's eyes, they saw an unbearable urgency and anxiety that went beyond mere lust.

Mingguang said, pressing his cheek against Bitao's, "My clothes got dirty from the kids, so I need to change them. I'll take a bath while I do that, so why don't you help me scrub my back?"

This was the most "outrageous" invitation he could make.

Bitao deliberately let out an "Oh~" and teased him with a drawn-out tone: "Just a back rub?"

Mingguang's face flushed slightly as he gazed intently at Bitao.

Bitao wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and said softly, "Okay, it's just a back rub."

The two entangled together as they entered the washroom. Mingguang kissed Bitao while unbuckling his belt.

In a hurry, passionately, and even accidentally bit off a piece of Bitao's lip.

A drop of blood appeared, and Mingguang leaned forward and sucked it away. At the same time, his robe and belt fell to the ground, and the silver net was cut off and put away.

Everyone watching the game for nine days would assume that they were beginning a sweet night.

But after Mingguang removed all the fabric, the infatuation on his face and the spring-like look on Bitao's face both vanished completely.

The two faced each other, holding hands, and spoke at the same time: "I have something to tell you!"