Chapter 17: Selling herself, she said she was a prodigy sent from heaven! ...

The many immortals of the ancient immortal clan found it hard to believe. Although the competition in the lower realm required stripping away the immortal spirit, these celestial immortals themselves also possessed martial arts skills.

Ordinary mortals could hardly get close to him. Even if he was reborn into a lowly position, his heavenly soul and memories would not be damaged. He should never have fallen into such a shameful state.

But how could the immortals, who stand high in the nine heavens with hearts as clear as a mirror, have foreseen that while the abyss has a bottom, the purgatory of human nature is unpredictable?

Even those who hold high positions and transcend worldly concerns cannot escape the envy and hatred of the world, and are subject to verbal attacks and condemnation from thousands of people.

Those who transcend worldly concerns are like children carrying gold in a bustling marketplace.

These celestial beings were all exceptionally handsome and beautiful, and because of their perfect celestial souls, they had necks as tall as cranes, making them seem like celestial beings descended to earth.

What people love to do most is to reform prostitutes and bring down gods from their altars.

One can use martial arts to block open attacks, but cannot dodge hidden arrows.

Just as even a mighty tiger cannot withstand the onslaught of a pack of wolves.

A white ribbon from the heavens falls into the turbid waters of the mortal world; how can it not be stained with mud and sand?

It's perfectly normal to capsize in a ditch.

On the silver screen, two lewd-looking men stared lewdly at the "tiger" struggling to break free on the bed, their words even more unrestrained and rabid.

The one holding the oil lamp spoke first, his voice hoarse: "Is this the 'Heavenly Lord' who will be used to entertain the elders of the sect in a few days?"

"Tsk, I really don't understand. Aren't those 'celestial maidens' beautiful or gentle? Are all the rich and powerful men twisted and perverted?"

"What do you know?"

The other person, whose voice sounded older, feigned a deep voice and said, "People with money and status all crave that feeling of being different from others."

This person, who seemed to be the one in control between the two, reached out and stroked his goatee.

He shook his head and said to the person next to him, "Besides, you probably haven't seen this man's face before. Why don't you go up and take a look?"

The oil lamp on the silver screen quickly approached the man on the bed, and the white cloth was roughly torn off—revealing a face flushed with fever due to severe injuries, yet absolutely stern and unapproachable.

With high, prominent brow bones, a full, straight nose, and eyes as deep as abyss, the flickering light reflected in his eyes seemed to ignite a karmic fire capable of burning everything.

"I...fuck..." The man who lifted the white cloth let out a dirty exclamation in his turbid voice.

"This..." His barren mind couldn't find the words to describe even a fraction of the person before him.

He had never met many "noble people" in his life, but at this moment he couldn't help but think, shouldn't such people be immortals and saints in the clouds, why have they fallen into the mortal world and been trampled and bullied by others?

"This!" The celestial silver net above it, the magnified image was even more powerful.

But the scene quickly changed, and a beautiful fisherwoman with slender shoulders and neck, wearing a blue robe, appeared on the silver net, standing on a swaying small boat, humming a song as she cast her net with the waves.

However, those members of the ancient immortal clan who had seen the face clearly all turned their gazes toward the imposing figure sitting upright on the high platform with his eyes closed.

Immortal Emperor Qingming is the only Upper Immortal in the Taiqing Realm. Having cultivated to this level, he can no longer be considered human or immortal.

He is the embodiment of all things in the world, and his consciousness can reach the ends of all realms in an instant. Without descending from the Six Imperial Platforms of the Heavenly Palace, he can still know all the minute matters of the Nine Heavens.

He has become one with the celestial bodies and the yin-yang sundial; even without opening his eyes, the world is right before his eyes.

However, the Immortal Emperor Qingming remained seated with his eyes closed, completely unmoved.

It was as if that scene, which made the ancient immortals tremble with fear, was just a fleeting moment to him.

As the Nine Heavens Immortal Clan were all shocked, Zhu Ming subconsciously opened the Silver Han Net, instinctively wanting to send a message to Bi Tao.

"Oh no, oh no, your beloved celestial beauty is going to be ruined~~"

However, when Zhu Ming opened the Silver Han Gu, he discovered that he could not send messages to Bi Tao at this moment.

He couldn't convey his schadenfreude; he was practically bursting with suppressed joy and subconsciously tracked down Bitao's whereabouts.

As a result, he saw Bitao, whom he had just missed in the blink of an eye, agree to sell herself for two taels of silver...

"Give me the money first." Bitao looked indifferently at the middle-aged man and woman in front of her who were slightly shorter than her.

They are Bitao's "parents" by blood.

However, the two men were very ordinary-looking, and Bitao scrutinized them carefully more than once.

She was once again convinced that someone with such an ordinary appearance could never have given birth to a daughter as beautiful as her.

Years of farm work and a frugal life have transformed this middle-aged couple into a pair of weathered, greedy, and vicious individuals.

Over the years, they have tried to cause trouble for their mother-in-law quite a bit.

After Bitao grew into a beautiful young woman and even learned to hunt for money, he repeatedly plotted to take her back and "sell" her to raise money for her dowry.

So that they can save up some money for their son, whom they have raised with great difficulty, to get married.

However, they never got any "benefits" from Bitao.

Bitao has a hundred ways to make people like this back down.

However, after learning of the mother-in-law's death, the couple, who had been terrified by Bitao, suddenly became incredibly bold.

Today, they reappeared in their treacherous ways, first feigning concern and care for Bitao.

Then they said that Bitao was pitiful because she was stolen by an old witch when she was a child and had been possessed by her witches for many years, and that the mortal couple could do nothing about it.

They have completely absolved themselves of their heinous act of abandoning their child years ago, and of their years of inaction.

Furthermore, due to the "old witch's" profound magical powers, he has only dared to watch Bitao from afar for many years and has been unable to bring her home to raise her, and so on.

Bitao just ignored the dog's farts.

On their faces, etched with the marks of hardship and poverty, every line deepened by their smiles now betrayed a malicious scheming.

The "younger brother" standing not far behind them, who only dared to peek at Bitao from afar and resembled a "standing boar," was equally disgusting.

But the only reason Bitao was still standing there, willing to listen to their nonsense, was because they said they had introduced her to a wealthy family to be a maid.

If Bitao nods, give her two taels of silver first.

Of course, the story of her being a maid was definitely fake.

The slave trader who came to "look at" her never mentioned the word "maid" or which family wanted to hire her.

Only this couple, who sold their daughter for money, made a grandiose claim about that non-existent family.

Bitao herself is no good. You can tell the intentions of such a lying bastard with your toes.

They're going to sell her to a brothel, aren't they?

Bitao didn't care; she was going to leave anyway.

The slave trader only said from beginning to end that he would take her to the Chongchuan Town area, which was a three-day and three-night journey from here.

When Bitao went to the market to sell animal hides, she heard that Chongchuan was a relatively prosperous town located near the fiefdom of a certain king of a different surname.

Bitao is also leaving here anyway, so it would be best if there was a ride available.

As for being sold?

Just kidding, no one can sell her.

She can now riddle wild boars with holes with a single branch and just find a chance to escape along the way.

But she needs to get two taels of silver first.

She didn't hire a funeral home; she had planned to hunt to save money before burning paper money for her mother-in-law.

An old woman without ghost money to pay for her funerals will surely be bullied in the underworld.

But with the world frozen in ice and snow, and all animals hibernating, it would take Bitao a very long time to save up two taels of silver.

Just when I was about to doze off, someone brought me a pillow.

Therefore, no matter how sweet-talking her "parents" were, she let it go in one ear and out the other, dutifully behaving like a "beautiful and easily manipulated fool."

He only repeated, "Give me the money first. I need to go burn paper money for my mother-in-law."

As soon as she finished speaking, a whirlwind suddenly rose up around them, swirling snowflakes like frost blades that cut into everyone's faces and also ruffled Bitao's long hair.

The human broker was a burly man in his thirties or forties with a thick beard, and he didn't look particularly shrewd.

He squinted in the cool breeze, and in just a few words, he had already figured out the relationship between Bitao and the middle-aged couple.

She was a poor child who was abandoned by her parents and picked up and raised by a kind person. Such things are not uncommon in this world.

Hearing that Bitao was about to be sold and that she still had to burn paper money for her deceased grandmother who had raised her, he felt a pang of pity.

This is a filial child.

But just as all the suffering in this world is similar, so too is poverty.

The slave trader quickly suppressed his sympathy, fumbled around in his sleeve for a while, and pulled out two taels of silver, which he handed to Bitao.

Those beastly parents who sold their daughter secretly received even more benefits, yet they still refused to give up this small sum of money.

Seeing the slave trader readily hand over the money, he even felt he hadn't sold this wild daughter enough!

He immediately tried to grab Bitao's hand to snatch the silver.

"That old hag kidnapped you years ago, and now that she's finally dead, I'm your real mother! You're not filial to your own mother, what kind of paper money did you burn for that old hag!"

"Listen to your mother..."

Just as her outstretched claws were about to grab Bitao, Bitao slightly turned her body to dodge.

Bitao's casual, wandering gaze focused, turning to her with a half-smile.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes pierced through her greedy maternal facade, exposing the scheming and treacherous plots that were seeping into her heart. The smile in her eyes melted away, and a sharp edge appeared like a knife.

Like two steel knives that pierce to the bone, they seemed to nail the woman's soul to the spot in an instant.

The woman's hands missed their mark, and her heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by a pair of large hands, a chilling coldness sweeping over her entire body.

He shrank back, his face turning deathly pale in an instant, and opened his mouth but didn't dare to say another word.

She swayed slightly, but her man beside her caught her in time, preventing her from collapsing to the ground.

She finally caught her breath, then screamed inwardly, "No wonder she's that little witch raised by that old hag! What a menace! I have to get her sold far, far away!"

Little did she know that the reason she felt her heart tighten was because there really was a large hand that passed through her body and gripped her heart.

It almost froze her soul, causing her to perish completely!

Fortunately, the out-of-control Yin energy was quickly isolated by another force, thus preventing the Earthly Fiend King from committing a horrific massacre of living people in broad daylight.

Bitao usually deals with the man of this couple the most. The man has witnessed Bitao's abilities several times and even fell into Bitao's trap and almost starved to death.

Although he is blinded by money today and dares to sell her, he doesn't dare to confront Bitao directly like his wife.

He had long felt that the daughter he had abandoned was too strange.

It survived being abandoned right after birth?

There were countless wolves and birds of prey in that forest, how could she have survived?!

Those I threw away before are all dead!

She must have been born a demon!

But this time... the man felt a sense of relief when he thought about where she would be taken.

That's the Tsinghua Divine Cult; she's full of evil spirits, and even she will be subdued by it.

Although the man didn't believe the slave trader's claim that his daughter, a country girl raised in the wild mountains, could become a "celestial maiden" after going to the Tsinghua cult.

Even if she dies of bad luck, the Tsinghua Divine Cult might be able to help her be reborn into a good family, which would be a meritorious deed for them!

At least she can no longer wreak havoc on the world!

He even felt that he could stand up straighter, and that selling his daughter gave him a sense of righteous indignation.

He dared not covet Bitao's two taels of silver, and Bitao naturally didn't bother arguing with them.

After receiving the silver and burning the paper money, she discussed with the slave trader who bought her the idea of ​​staying overnight in the dilapidated temple under the guise of mourning.

In the middle of the night, Bitao arrived silently at the Li family's door.

The Li family were the "blood relatives" who sold her during the day.

As she expected, the door was tightly shut, and there was not a ray of light inside, but there were frequent, inhuman wails.

Even from this distance, a bone-chilling coldness emanates from the courtyard.

Bitao stood outside the wall, slowly lifting the corners of her mouth to reveal a sweet smile.

After listening for a while, she opened her cherry-red lips and said a sentence, but no sound came out.

However, the ghost king, who was within the realm of underworld rules and was responsible for punishing and tearing apart the infant spirits killed by the couple, heard it.

—Take care, Mother-in-law.

Bai Duo was on the verge of tears again, while Zhuo Xian's own eyes were already moist this time.

He also took the blame for Bai Duo several times and acted as her mother-in-law several times, especially in the early stages when Bai Duo was slacking off and it was he who went to the human world to buy mixed flour cakes.

Zhuo Xian considers himself to be half a mother-in-law... or an uncle, right?

What a clever and good daughter! She's saying goodbye to them!

It's snowing.

The snow fell silently.

Bitao squeaked and clucked as she treaded merrily through the snow, just like the day she carried the fat rabbit back to the dilapidated temple.

She deliberately allowed herself to be sold and harmed by her so-called "biological parents" in order to verify this fact.

The large hand under the peach tree that day was not an illusion.

Just as she expected, her mother-in-law was indeed still alive.

In another form.

Moreover, her mother-in-law was more capable than she had imagined; she seemed to be a kind-hearted guardian angel. She could leave with peace of mind.

She was raised by her guardian angel!

She said she was a prodigy sent from heaven!

So, feeling quite pleased with herself, Bitao got into the donkey cart with the slave trader the next morning and leisurely left the mountain village where she was born and raised.