Chapter 28 The Debt Collector! Where's my seal?

Bitao never forgot her original intention. Once she found the money, her first priority was to find a way out for herself and the people in the courtyard.

In Chongchuan, the Tsinghua Cult was merely a small branch managed by seven stewards.

Bitao knew that the Seventh Steward had been in contact with people above him.

In the past few days, Bitao has been using the plague to infect cult members and has led people to stuff them all into the cellar.

However, the onset of the plague is a relatively slow process. During this period, Bitao could not be sure whether any other cult members besides the Seven Stewards had sent messages to the higher-ups.

Bitao didn't care what messages the cultists sent to them.

Even if those cultists ask for help from above, it will take time to send people over, and Bitao is exploiting this time difference.

After all, her goal wasn't to occupy this place, but to destroy this branch.

But in two days, in mid-February, it will be the day to hand over the offerings to the Heavenly Maiden and Heavenly Lord.

Even if no news is sent out in the next few days, the headquarters of the Tsinghua Divine Cult will definitely send someone over.

Just to be on the safe side, they ran as fast as possible.

Money makes the world go round. She took the two gold bars to the guard post at the city gate of Chongchuan City and "discussed" the matter with two soldiers.

They agreed to open the city gates a little earlier and not to check the people Bitao was leading as they left the city.

That very evening, Bitao packed all the silver ingots and gold bars into bundles, divided them into many portions, and mixed some of them with a large pile of daily necessities that were being pulled on a cart.

Some were tied directly to the bottom of the cart, near the wheels, and covered with a layer of mud beforehand.

Some are also carried on their backs.

She first took a group of children with her. The adults had changed out of their cult clothes, and the group looked even more disheveled than the group of refugees fleeing famine outside the city.

The city gate guards took the money and opened the gate, but just as Bitao had expected, they did not let them pass easily.

Bitao's cart was carrying several sickly little brats. Their plague had been completely cured. Doctor Wu said that although this disease was highly contagious when it was onset, it was no longer contagious once cured. That's why the cultists didn't give the "poisoned people" enough medicine, leaving them half-dead.

But just in case, they all covered their mouths and noses with cloth, and the items they carried were ones they hadn't used when they fell ill. Moreover, they walked through secluded back alleys at the darkest hour before dawn, trying to avoid contact with people as much as possible.

These kids are indeed still sick, but their constitutions are very poor. They were sick before, and the cultists didn't capture them to help them grow up. They didn't treat their illnesses at all and just kept dragging it out.

Doctor Wu treated them, but they are not fully cured yet.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough cough..."

I don't know if it was the cool breeze or if there was a particularly clever little kid in the car.

At this moment, he started coughing violently, which startled the guards who were searching the car, causing them to take several steps back.

Bitao pleaded in a pleading tone and with a humble posture, begging the guards at the city gate not to take all the money away.

“These children are all orphans…Sir, stay away, their disease is contagious.”

"We are a herbal medicine clinic that shelters orphans, and we have also treated many poor people in the city for free. Guardian, please give us a way to survive..."

It was eventually taken away.

This includes the part that is carried by several people.

Not everyone in this world has a heart of compassion. Real money can make the devil turn the millstone, and it can also make a good person have a sinister heart.

They even threatened Bitao, who was leading the group, and the martial arts doctor carrying a medicine box: "Stop crying and running around! Otherwise, we'll take you all to see the officials in a bit!"

"Taking in orphans? You're so kind? Don't think my people didn't see you. You came out of the back door of the Tsinghua University cult! You're more like orphans traffickers! Humph!"

Fortunately, Bitao never believed in human nature, and this small amount of money was originally intended to appease the troublemakers.

Once the children were successfully led out of the city, it would be easier for the other celestial maidens and celestial rulers to escape.

After the first group of people left the city gate, Bitao quickly led them into the mountains.

"The mountains" is an area that Bitao is relatively familiar with and feels at ease in.

Moreover, the mountains near Chongchuan City are not inhabited by large groups of wild beasts because they are close to the town.

Many refugees fled from the south, entering Chongchuan City during the day to make a living, but were not allowed to wander in the city at night and could only stay temporarily in the mountains and forests outside the city.

Therefore, the mountains are not deserted.

In the freezing cold, the refugees living in the mountains lit fires to keep warm and ward off wild animals.

From a distance, they looked like a group of homeless ghosts, their scattered "ghost lights" appearing particularly lonely and desolate in the barren winter forest.

Bitao led a group of people over and asked Physician Wu to negotiate with them.

The money they took out this time was copper coins that Doctor Wu had earned when he was a traveling doctor, which he had dug out from the bottom of his medicine box.

Moreover, they had enough people. Although most of them were children, there were also a few sturdy adult men, some of the Heavenly Lords who had been in the cellar earlier.

It won't attract the covetousness of these refugees in the short term.

Before long, they managed to borrow a snow shelter built by refugees, which at least provided some shelter from the wind and rain.

The smoldering fire was rekindled, a clay pot was placed on it, and hot soup was cooked for the children. Bitao also had a few sweet potatoes thrown into the fire.

Roasted sweet potatoes taste best when it's cold.

Bitao leaned against a chair made of broken wood, reaching out to warm her hands by the fire.

Speed ​​is of the essence. After finding money in Bitao, packing up their belongings, assigning tasks to the groups of people who were about to leave, and finally bringing the children to settle in the mountains outside Chongchuan City, the whole process took only a little over two hours.

As the fire in front of them burned brighter and brighter, the cellar where the cultists were hiding also began to burn.

Bitao could not see the firelight inside the city from outside, but she was calm and composed. Occasionally, she would raise her eyes to look in the direction of Chongchuan City, her eyebrows and eyes glowing red and beautiful from the fire.

She held the first roasted sweet potato, ignoring the group of children who were staring at her with longing eyes, and slowly peeled and ate it.

She completely forgot, or rather, didn't care at all, about Mingguang, who had been waiting for her because of her vague remark.

The only difference between Mingguang and those celestial maidens and celestial lords in Bitao's case is that he has a way out.

At first, Bitao guessed that he was an unlucky rich young master who had fallen on hard times.

He fell into the clutches of a cult, was left battered and bruised, bound hand and foot, and thrown onto the bed. He looked utterly miserable, but when Bitao cleaned his wounds, she discovered that he still had the strength to struggle.

Later, Bitao set his bones and fixed them. His high fever had subsided, and Bitao thought he would take the opportunity to leave.

He still didn't leave, and waited until the plague spread. He remained in the cellar where, given his abilities, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to escape alone, and obediently continued to act as the "Heavenly Lord".

This shows that he deliberately didn't leave, but Bitao had no interest in finding out why.

Moreover, ever since he asked for peach juice last night, Bitao concluded that he was not just a simple young master in distress, but a noble person from the capital who must have someone to help him.

That's why Bitao arranged for him to leave last, and told Bingjing, who was waiting for him, to leave him the message, "If you have somewhere to go, you may leave on your own. We'll meet again if fate allows."

Little did she know that her self-proclaimed "benevolence and righteousness" would infuriate the usually stoic and unflappable True Heavenly Lord Mingguang!

As Mingguang followed Bingjing and the others away from the cult branch, where the fire was already out of control, he left a mark on the wall outside the courtyard where the fire couldn't reach.

Based on the timeline, the people who were supposed to meet Mingguang should already be nearby. Now that this branch of the Tsinghua Divine Cult has suddenly caught fire, his people will definitely arrive here as quickly as possible.

However, Mingguang did not have any men waiting nearby to meet him.

He sat on the cart with a frosty expression, being pulled by two young officers from Lei's unit towards the city gates.

He can't walk on his own yet; his leg isn't fully healed.

He sat in the car, his inexplicable anger burning even brighter than the courtyard that had been reduced to a mere shell in the morning light.

He was furious and ready to settle scores with the Peach Branch villain!

Along the way, Bingjing, who was coaxed by Bitao to arrange the retreat because of his superior martial arts skills, and who "set fires everywhere" in the courtyard, had a strange expression because of Mingguang's overly exposed emotions.

Bingjing and Mingguang had known each other since childhood, and she had never seen Mingguang so "out of control".

From a young age, Mingguang was a role model for the ancient immortal clan. He was calm, composed, and as steady as Mount Tai. These were all the words Bingjing had heard her elders use to describe Mingguang since she was a child.

But after hearing what Bitao left behind, his expression clearly cracked.

It was as if the once thick ice surface suddenly cracked, and a surging undercurrent mixed with icicles rushed out, revealing the true, bone-chilling cold and fierce danger.

Those beautiful, pale golden eyes, like the sun, shone with a cold light, as if refracted from shattered weapons.

It carries a sternness that could kill with a single glance.

Bingjing still feels lingering fear when she thinks about it now.

Indeed, in matters of love, the resentment of the one who is abandoned can be devastating.

The storybooks were absolutely right!

But did Bitao really listen to her and make a choice? Did she choose the merit-based immortal position in Youtian?

That meritorious immortal position...

Ice Mirror glanced quickly at Bright Light, who was spewing resentment, and silently moved a little further away.

Although she still believed that Mingguang was far superior to Youtian in terms of ability and status, and that he would be the best emperor to lead the Nine Heavens in the future.

But as a partner...

Bingjing had always been afraid of Mingguang, but because everyone told her that she would be Mingguang's wife in the future, she had to feel that such a man was the best.

It was once a source of great pride.

But now that she has broken free from the belief that "the future belongs to someone," she has also shed the illusion about Mingguang.

Mingguang is so fierce, so very fierce.

His imposing figure, broad and straight back, strong chest muscles, and overly muscular arms with intertwined veins made him look intimidating.

Marrying a man of such high status and power in the heavens, one wouldn't even dare to breathe loudly in his presence. What would happen if a dispute arose in the future?

Bingjing recalled hearing that in the Heavenly Realm, Mingguang had shattered Bitao Immortal Essence several times without explanation.

After descending to the mortal realm, he was still a mortal and ill. Yet, he had the energy to swing Bitao directly at anyone who opened his eyes. How could anyone survive a fight with him?

You might get slapped to death!

In comparison, You Tian's merit-based immortal position, although not as handsome and dazzling, was at least as gentle as water, and his body was not as strong, nor was his immortal rank too high.

Unlike Mingguang, who was aloof, arrogant, and disdainful of worldly matters.

Even if he really fought Bitao, he might not be able to beat her...

Bingjing silently agreed with and understood Bitao's choice. If she were to find a partner in the future, she would also want someone of equal strength, like Youtian, who held a high-ranking immortal position.

However, when Bingjing took Mingguang to the outskirts of the city, she did not inform Bitao in advance, clearly indicating that Mingguang wanted to settle scores with her.

After all, Bitao was two-timing, and she deserved this calamity because of her swaying left and right!

Bitao was unaware that Mingguang hadn't left and was coming to "settle scores" with her.

She finished eating a sweet potato and was feeling a bit thirsty when a little boy came over with a bowl.

He was one of the taller children in the group, and probably one of the older ones. He was still recovering from his illness, and he walked unsteadily.

Trying her best to maintain her balance, she placed a bowl of hot soup in front of Bitao.

He was out of breath after walking this short distance, and he didn't say a word. He just handed the soup to Bitao and looked at her with an almost obsessive yet ingratiating gaze.

Bitao was too lazy to get up and fetch water. Seeing Doctor Wu full of energy, busy arranging accommodations for the little ones, she didn't dare to give him any orders.

Just as she was sitting on the stool, about to close her eyes and rest, a steaming bowl of soup was placed in front of her. Bitao lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, recognizing him as the boy who had coughed when they passed through the city gate.

Bitao was able to remember him because he was so easy to recognize; his two eyes were not the same color.

Those kids who get kidnapped by cults must have all the right features and be good-looking, but among them, this kid really stands out.

One of his eyes was as dark as a deep pool or well, while the other eye was a grayish-white.

He has the ability to see ghosts.

Bitao sat up slightly, looking down at him. He looked about seven or eight years old, and his fingers were covered with frostbite and calluses.

Because the cultists didn't give these boys and girls new clothes at all; he was still wearing the old clothes he was wearing when he was arrested.

It wasn't even cotton; it was several layers of tattered fabric stacked together.

It was very dirty; my clothes were dirty, my face was dirty, and my hands were dirty.

He was holding a bowl of hot soup, his fingers red from the heat of the bowl, but he was gripping it tightly.

They were so tight they poked their fingers into the soup.

Perhaps Bitao's gaze made him nervous, for he stumbled, and to steady himself, he stuck his entire thumb into the soup.

Bitao, who was about to take it: "..."

The boy: "..." He quickly pulled his fingers out of the soup bowl.

He awkwardly picked it up again, but didn't know whether he should hand the bowl of hot soup, which he had already contaminated, to the kind person in front of him.

He had been looked at by many adults because he came from a poor family and his parents were separated, so he had always mingled among beggars and vagrants.

The reason those people were sizing him up was undoubtedly to figure out how much meat he had and how many meals he could feed.

Or perhaps it's because he's decent-looking and has unusual eyes, so like cult members, they're arresting him with the intention of doing something bad.

He knows everything, and he wasn't arrested by cult members; he walked right into their trap.

Because there is food here, a warm place to stay, and he is sick and needs treatment.

He never imagined that these cult members had no intention of treating these young boys and girls.

But he still couldn't bear to leave, because if he left there would be no warm place, no food, and he would die soon outside because he was very sick.

Until the "celestial maiden" in front of them betrayed them, captured all the people and threw them into the cellar, and even made the old man treat and give medicine to these children.

His condition has improved, and he can feel that breathing is not as difficult.

He did not immediately thank or rely on the "adults" who saved the children.

He has been living a life of constant wandering since he can remember, and has witnessed too much malice. Many times, "adults" are the real hell for children.

I've experienced being caught between two tigers and one wolf's den many times.

He remained wary of the celestial maiden and never approached her, because although she had rebelled against the cult, she did not allow them, the harmless children, to leave the courtyard.

At first, he even thought that the celestial maiden just wanted to resell them, or that she wanted to become a leader of a cult.

Tonight, she set the courtyard on fire and brought them all out with her.

Instead of waiting for a "next person" to take over their group, she brought them to the mountains to settle down, cooked hot soup and roasted sweet potatoes for them to eat.

He also heard her tell the old man who was treating them that she was leaving.

She's leaving...

The boy with the ability to see ghosts was covered in sharp thorns, guarding against anyone tearing a piece of flesh from him.

Only when he heard that the celestial maiden was leaving did he realize that what he had received this time was goodwill.

She really was saving them, and that was all she did, before she was about to leave.

So he mustered his courage and squeezed out a bit of kindness and gratitude from his small chest, which was filled with the desolation, cruelty and malice of the world, and served the celestial maiden a bowl of soup.

As a result... she probably won't drink it.

The boy with the ability to see ghosts looked down at the bowl of hot soup he held in his palm, so hot it made his palm itch.

Just as he was about to silently take it back, Bitao reached out and took it.

He brought it to his lips and took a sip right in front of him.

He squinted his eyes contentedly.

The saltiness was just right, and it even had lard added. Doctor Wu is not only good at brewing medicine, but also at making soup.

Drinking a bowl of this on such a cold night is simply a heavenly pleasure.

The boy with the ability to see ghosts was stunned. No matter how knowledgeable he was about human relationships, he was still a child. He stared blankly at Bitao, seemingly incredulous, and awkwardly unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

Bitao slurped another mouthful, and seeing that the boy was still standing there, she finally spoke to him: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

The boy with the ability to see ghosts was stunned for a long time, then swayed as if he wanted to run away.

After all, it had been a long time since an adult had looked at him with such normal, even somewhat kind, eyes and spoken to him in such a normal way.

He dared not look at Bitao, his head bowed, his voice hoarse from coughing due to lung disease at such a young age: "One of them is blind."

Bitao didn't press him further or show any concern, but kindly reminded him, "Find a cloth to cover it up; it's too conspicuous like this."

Bitao drank the bowl of soup, which had almost cooled down, in one gulp, then handed the bowl to the boy in front of her: "Go on..."

As she spoke, Bitao yawned, got off the chair, stretched, tidied up the blankets that someone had laid out in the distance by the fire, which were already warm, and then nestled inside.

The boy with the ability to see ghosts held the empty bowl and looked at Bitao for a while longer. Seeing that she was asleep, he slowly left.

In the end, I still didn't say "thank you".

What are you thanking me for?

He has only lived a few short years, yet he already seems like a wise old man who has experienced many hardships, knowing that a simple "thank you" is of no use.

He had never been to a private school, and had forgotten which sanctimonious person had told him that he was deeply indebted to.

He secretly remembered this kind person carefully, just as he remembered his lost parents, and vowed that as long as he lived, he would find a way to repay the kindness.

Before the boy with the ability to see ghosts could even finish making his vow, Bitao had already fallen asleep beside the warm campfire.

After a whole night of commotion, dawn was breaking, and the last batch of celestial maidens and celestial emperors would soon be returning.

She no longer needs to worry about anything.

Bitao had just fallen asleep when the last group of people safely entered the mountains before the dawn completely bathed the earth.

Mingguang is also included in this list.

And as soon as he entered the mountain, he limped along, leaning on the sword given to him by an ice mirror, dragging his not-so-useful leg, and arrogantly charged towards Bitao.

But when he found that Bitao was so tired that she had fallen asleep, the anger he felt for waiting all night because of her words, only to be abandoned by her, vanished silently in the blinding morning light of the winter snow, like the raging waves crashing against the iceberg in the sea.

He saw children sleeping inside the snow shelter, while she huddled by the fire under the open sky.

This humble dwelling was built by her single-handedly for these ordinary people.

The planning began the day they joined the cult.

As an immortal, one should have compassion for all living beings before pursuing one's own goals; she did a very good job.

That's excellent; very few people can do what she does.

He was too busy taking care of himself to look after these ordinary people.

At this moment, the sun is rising, and the light of the sky is all around, leaving only wisps of smoke from the fire.

The inexplicable fire in Mingguang's heart, like the bonfire in front of him, was now only felt by him alone.

It was the sudden release of memories from the past, the frenzied joy of reuniting with close friends that overwhelmed his mind.

Her arrangements were flawless, and everyone was properly accommodated.

As for her abandoning him...

Mingguang was not far from Bitao, where Bitao had sat down slowly yesterday.

How can you talk about abandoning it?

She was incredibly intelligent and must have guessed that he had the ability to get involved in a cult, that his intentions were unclear, and that someone must be there to help him.

The phrase "If you have somewhere to go, go there on your own" is not wrong at all.

Her soul was damaged, and she didn't remember him. In her eyes, their relationship was nothing more than a chance encounter.

When Mingguang thought of how he was sealed by the Thunder Pattern Curse in the Heavenly Realm and how he never treated her with any courtesy when he didn't remember her, the last embers of his heart, along with the gradually dying embers, completely dissipated.

He is good at self-criticism and introspection. He is even questioning himself in his heart now: why is he angry?

Free from the entanglements of love and affection, she acts decisively and wisely, and the mortals she saves are now her followers.

She's doing well, and they're doing well.

The competition to select immortals is still ongoing; the most urgent task is to gain faith and triumph so that one can return to heaven.

The Five Thunderbolts can slay demons and evil spirits, and can also harmonize immortal energy, guiding faith to transform immortal spirits into the body and enhance cultivation.

When they return to the Heavenly Realm, they will be the same as before.

Mingguang's mind cleared instantly, and he let out a soft sigh of relief.

He placed the sword he always leaned on on the side of the stool and sat up slightly straighter.

The morning light shone into her eyes, which were like scattered gold, and fell upon her sleeping face not far from her feet.

He exudes a gentle aura, powerful yet not fierce.

He sat there, serene and imposing, his brilliance subdued, yet he appeared even more dazzling than the morning light reflecting off snow.

Bingjing and the others, who had been quietly active around, doing their own thing while sneakily waiting to "watch the show," all looked confused at Mingguang's appearance.

Shouldn't he have been furious?

On the way here, it looked like a storm was brewing.

Why did the rain and wind suddenly stop as soon as I saw someone?

Mingguang, however, no longer cared about what happened last night, and was no longer bothered by their past.

He began to wonder if Bitao had set the fire last night herself.

If so, how should her merits and demerits be recorded on the Silver River Net?

There is indeed a lot of discussion about it on the Silver River.

The discussion focused on the fact that Mingguang Tianxian had suddenly recovered and was not affected by the plague.

It is also debated whether Bitao's act of burning so many mortals to death violated heavenly rules.

However, upon tracking down Bitao, it was discovered that she had not set the fire.

She didn't start the fire.

However, after discovering that Mingguang was not dead and running to the Seventh Steward's room to find the money, she muttered to herself as soon as she stepped out, supporting her arm, "It's so cold today."

Then, the Heavenly Lords who usually delivered meals to the people in the cellar added ten more braziers to the cellar to keep them warm.

None of these ten braziers contained charcoal; instead, they were filled with kerosene.

She even had the martial arts doctor prepare a prescription that could effectively treat the plague, which was then boiled over these ten braziers.

He also told the group of cultists in the cellar who were on the verge of death but still had a breath left that this medicine was the one that could truly cure their illness.

Tell the cultists that the Heavenly Maidens and Heavenly Kings are preparing to leave and have decided to show mercy and let them go.

Then……

"Then, because of their scramble for the effective medicine, this group of cult members knocked over the brazier full of kerosene."

Having just returned from his official duties and not having had time to investigate what Bitao had done, Zhu Ming, upon hearing his subordinate's words, closed his eyes, leaned back on the couch, and chuckled.

"Let's disperse, there's no need to keep an eye on them anymore. These people are reaping what they sowed."

Moreover, no matter how heavy the karmic consequences or sins, such convoluted methods of doing things cannot be traced back to Bitao.

Even the heavenly rulers who deliver the fire oil basins are not considered to have committed any sins.

After all, they were distributing the real antidote.

Previously, it was a spectacular "mutual destruction".

This is another example of "showing great compassion".

Zhu Ming admired Bi Tao's methods more and more.

Yin Han Gu did not warn Bi Tao about her actions for a long time, and the discussion quickly turned into: "The True Immortal Yun Chuan of the Ministry of War has defeated the enemy country and captured more than 60,000 enemy soldiers. His faith power has increased to more than 49,000!"

He single-handedly suppressed all the discussions about Bitao and Mingguang.

Occasionally, Bitao's friends would come out and excitedly say for her, "Mingguang Tianxian calls Bitao 'Little Peach Branch,' who would understand! It's practically an affectionate nickname! They even hugged tightly, they're about to get married! I even saw Mingguang Tianxian smile!"

Every time, someone would quickly jump out to refute: "Bullshit! Mingguang Tianxian only hugged him because she dreamed of General Kunyi, and she called him 'Mother'!"

"What little peach branch? She clearly just wants to drink peach juice! That's not a smile, that's a twitch at the corner of her mouth! She didn't get any!"

Bitao, who had been soundly asleep all night, was completely unaware of this.

Early in the morning, she felt the fire had gone out and was no longer warm, so she crawled out from under her bedding, yawning with her messy hair.

She turned around and met a sharp gaze fixed on her.

Bitao's yawns all stopped.

She squinted her almond-shaped eyes and saw clearly the person sitting on the stool, staring at her against the light. She probably shivered subconsciously because she had just gotten out of bed.

Quickly wrap the blanket up tighter.

What kind of look is that?

Is it a joint trial by three judges?

Sure enough, the man's first words were interrogation: "Did you set that fire?"

Bitao: "..." As expected, the visitor was not friendly.

This person should have left; the fire last night will surely have attracted the people who came to pick him up.

Why didn't they leave?

Bitao even wanted to retort: ​​What, I'm the one who put it there, and you still want to seek justice for those cultists?

But Bitao just scratched her head and said gently, "What are you saying? How could I do something like murder and arson?"

Mingguang stared at her intently, and by this point he had breathed a sigh of relief.

He said that the little man from the peach branch wouldn't be so stupid as to get involved in karma himself.

Bitao, wrapped in the blanket, looked at him and asked, "Why didn't you leave?"

Mingguang: "..."

He did intend to leave, but was waiting for his backup; they would come when they saw the sign.

He rediscovered his childhood memories, though he could never reciprocate the Peach Blossom Fairy's feelings. He had no intention of acknowledging her in the mortal realm because of that absurd infatuation and pursuit.

But for a fleeting moment, I had the thought of wanting to keep her by my side.

They can gain faith power together and face the tribulation of lightning together.

The things he was planning required the assistance of celestial beings to share his faith.

But Mingguang sat here all morning, watching those mortals come and go, and when they came over here, they would even soften their footsteps and voices.

There was even a little child who took two other children into the woods to chase away the birds that were chirping in the early morning.

They were afraid of disturbing Bitao's rest.

Mingguang understood that he didn't need to worry about Xiaotaozhi at all.

Taking her away would be a disregard for and an insult to her abilities.

She deserves her celestial status more than anyone else.

But as expected, she remembered nothing. When she saw him, she only asked him why he hadn't left.

Bitao was still looking up, waiting for Mingguang's answer.

Mingguang took a slight breath, his expression as sharp and arrogant as ever, and looked down at her, asking, "I will leave, but... what about my personal seal?"

Bitao: "..."

Bitao: "!!!"

She must have gotten up in the wrong way, otherwise why would she see a debt collector as soon as she opened her eyes!

She curled up in the blanket and collapsed again with a thud, mumbling, "I'm going to sleep a little longer, I'm so sleepy..."

It's still impossible to pay it back.

Even five gold bars might not be enough to redeem it.

A few days ago, Bitao and her "elder brother" were talking about how much money the private seal had actually been sold for.

The elder brother said it was about seventy taels of silver in total.

He bought those truckloads of medicinal herbs, but he seemed too eager at the time, and the pharmacies selling the herbs started raising prices on the spot.

In addition, they hired a martial arts doctor at great expense, bought several mules and horses to pull the cart, and paid refugees to pretend to be their accomplices.

Following Bitao's instructions, he took some medicine to heal his wounds over the next few days. He wanted to give the remaining silver to Bitao, but she refused and told her "elder brother" to keep it for himself.

Physician Wu alone charged thirty taels of silver.

He is truly chivalrous, truly passionate, truly skilled in medicine, and truly ruthless!

Bitao even boasted that she would give him five times the return...

Who would have thought that the white jade seal that Mingguang had picked up, which was not much thicker than a thumb, was worth seventy taels!

Just who is he?!

Bitao spoke to him gently and politely, no longer teasing him, and endured humiliation to take care of him at his bedside, all because of this.

I left him a message last night urging him to leave quickly, because I was afraid he would come looking for "debts"!

He actually came after me and asked for it!

Nowadays, one tael of gold is roughly equivalent to ten taels of silver, so the amount of silver and gold she found in the seventh steward's room was not very large.

After using some to appease the passing imps, Bitao was about to leave and needed to share some with these little celestial maidens and celestial lords.

Where would we get the money to redeem his seal?

In a pawnshop, you sell something for seventy taels of silver, and "Brother" is in a hurry, and there's no contract for immediate pawning.

If they don't raise your money to 700 taels after you redeem it, you've met a conscientious boss!

Let's go, let's go quickly...

Bitao silently pleaded in her heart, "Please, Brother Mingguang, let's go!"

No, Lord Mingguang!

Now Bitao acknowledges that he is the true and noble Heavenly Lord.

Heavenly Lord, hurry and go back to the Heavenly Realm!