Chapter 5 Waiting for you to become a Mystic Immortal, oh my, the Immortal Capital has hundreds of thousands of Immortal Positions...

The first time, he didn't react. Now that his sleeve was being tugged again, Mingguang finally felt a growing annoyance.

He couldn't even understand how a mere immortal could be so reckless as to cling to an immortal who was several ranks higher than him!

He suddenly raised his hand and waved it, and the metal-elemental immortal spirit transformed into a gale-force blade that rushed towards Bitao. Bitao hurriedly activated the spirit-shifting array. It was impossible to resist, but at least she could keep her life.

Today's opportunity is rare, and she won't let go until she's rendered powerless by Mingguang's Golden Spirit Blade!

However, the next moment, the fierce Jinling did not cut Bitao's head and make her bleed. Instead, it stopped in front of Bitao and turned to slash the sleeve that Bitao was holding with its tail.

Most of the wide-sleeved fairy robe fluttered down like a falling leaf onto the ground between the two.

Mingguang's chest heaved, his eyes were cold, and his aura was chilling.

Bitao was shaken by Jinling and let go of his grip. He looked down at the ground and his eyebrows twitched.

Good grief, he actually cut ties with her just to get rid of her?

What a fit of anger!

Bitao thought she was going to be beaten.

Does the Celestial Emperor know that he's so easy to bully?

Do his servants know this?

If he had any sense of shame, he would surely show mercy and gratitude to Mingguang's men right now, and would look up to him with great reverence and worship him as a god in the future.

But Bitao has never known shame, and she will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

With Mingguang like this, how could she possibly tolerate it... she couldn't let him push his luck any further.

Therefore, although she failed to grab Mingguang's sleeve, she fearlessly began to form hand seals in front of Mingguang. Gentle, light green fairy energy enveloped the entire Water Bamboo Bridge, blocking Mingguang's path.

This is practically a vivid illustration of an ant trying to shake a tree.

She had some reservations before, thinking that if she angered Mingguang, the best outcome would be to survive with only half her life.

Now she's gambling with her own life, betting that Mingguang won't actually strangle her.

As expected, Mingguang's eyes darkened when he saw that she still dared to block his way.

The immortal spirit, which was usually restrained, was now unleashed in anger, its power spreading outwards invisibly. Even the railings of the Water Bamboo Bridge developed fine cracks, and the water flowing beneath the bridge churned and boiled under the spiritual pressure.

After regaining his senses, Zhan Kui, who was only peeking at Bi Tao for her treasonous act, barely managed to get boiled alive.

Quietly transforming into a fish, it leaped onto the shore, its dead fish eyes darting around rapidly, presumably trying to persuade Bitao to stop while she was ahead.

Bitao wasn't much better; when the fairy spirit trampled over her, her fairy robe nearly turned to dust on the spot.

Fortunately, the palace attire was borrowed from a nearby palace, and thanks to the divine power of the palace's owner, it remained intact.

But apart from that, all her other accessories turned to ashes in an instant. Her long hair, now free of restraint, scattered and flew wildly under the rampaging spirits, making her look like a freshly made little madwoman.

Under such a crushing, avalanche-like crushing force, she half-knelt on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, blood began to flow from her seven orifices, and her body became congested with blood.

But instead of removing the obstructing spirits, she forcibly drained her own meridians and reinforced them once more.

"Get out of the way."

Mingguang was finally forced to speak, his voice carrying immense weight, like a resounding bell.

Bitao's back bent even more, blood gushed from the corners of her mouth and ears, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were bloodshot as if she had been stabbed twice.

But she still wouldn't allow it.

He even twitched his lips, swallowed the blood in his mouth, wiped the blood from his nose, and said in his usual gentle voice, "Don't be angry, I was just teasing you..."

Under immense pressure, her hands trembled as she pulled the roster from her bosom.

He handed it to Mingguang with trembling hands.

"Here you go, the roster is yours."

The rampaging spirits ceased as if the wind had stopped, and the oppressive force suddenly eased.

Bitao felt a wave of relief wash over her, no longer needing to hold on, and immediately knelt and sprawled on the ground, her hands supporting her weight, looking utterly disheveled.

Mingguang stared at her coldly, his brows furrowing even more, not understanding what she was trying to do.

Mingguang neither understood nor cared about her expressed affection; he found it all absurd.

After catching her breath, Bitao used the railing to get up, and also picked up the half of her sleeve from the ground.

Then he leaned against the railing, holding the roster in one hand and wiping the blood flowing from his seven orifices with the torn sleeve in the other.

"Ah, I've already touched this. Since you don't want it anymore, I'll use it. You don't mind, do you?"

She wiped herself while smiling faintly, her breathing erratic and her chest heaving, but her bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the light.

She didn't throw away the blood-stained sleeves, but slowly tucked them into her clothes, placed them close to her chest, and patted them twice.

The veins on the back of Mingguang's hand, which was not covered by his robe sleeve, bulged once again.

He quickly put his hands behind his back.

Bitao smiled and waved the roster in her hand at him.

"I would like to trouble you, Celestial Immortal, to come and fetch this. Your divine power is immense, and your talent for judging sins and punishing evil is so strong that it can break bones and muscles. I can't walk any further."

There was nothing wrong with what she said, and flattery is not unusual, but because of her slow tone and ambiguous pronunciation, the words "celestial beauty" almost seemed to be tied into a bow on her tongue, making it sound like she was teasing her.

Since Mingguang unleashed his spiritual pressure, the commotion here has attracted many people to come and investigate quietly. The onlookers are all immortals, who can clearly see everything on the Water Bamboo Bridge without even getting close.

Everyone was astonished. Was this little fairy really so reckless?

Even though he's already injured, he's still flirting with Mingguang Tianxian.

With that kind of perseverance, what can't you achieve? Why do you have to be so shameless as to try and get yourself into a celestial position?

Mingguang also felt that Bitao's words were like an itchy insect in his ear. It was a pity that although he was incredibly talented and had a powerful immortal spirit, he had not yet awakened his romantic feelings.

He had never encountered anyone who dared to flirt with him so frivolously.

Having absolutely no experience, I couldn't find any fault with this little fairy.

“Come here~” Bitao called to him again.

She leaned there, not looking like she was struggling to stay upright, but rather like a courtesan leaning against the door soliciting customers.

The number of people secretly watching was increasing, and their whispers reached Mingguang's ears.

Unwilling to linger any longer, he walked towards Bitao, intending to retrieve the register and leave quickly.

He walked a few steps to the railing where Bitao was leaning, and Bitao "obediently" handed him the roster.

But unexpectedly, the "lecher" who was already leaning against the wall and panting with blood in his eyes still had the courage and strength to grab the wrist of the man who was holding the book.

This time, the grip landed squarely on his wrist bone, because he had cut off his own sleeve!

"You!" Mingguang looked at Bitao in disbelief.

Using the force of his pulling away, Bitao took two steps toward him, leaned forward, and almost fell into his arms.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

"Oh oh oh~"

The gasps and gasps of amazement around them were barely concealed.

This spectacular display of affection is not to be missed!

Mingguang took a few steps back, and Bitao followed his force and took a few steps forward.

He couldn't unleash his divine power again; if he attacked from this distance, she would surely die.

Mingguang has always been disciplined and self-restrained, a model for the younger generation of immortal lords in the ancient immortal clan, and has never had the habit of indiscriminately killing innocent people by taking advantage of his status and abilities.

Even though Bitao offended him repeatedly, he had no intention of killing her.

Hesitant to act rashly, he was instead firmly grasped by Bitao.

His arms were long, thick, and lean, with intertwined veins.

Bitao's slender fingers clasped around his wrist, barely wide enough to encircle his arm, and her fingertips couldn't even wrap around his wrist to close, yet they made his veins bulge and his muscles tense.

Mingguang frowned and lowered his eyes, meeting Bitao's smiling peach blossom eyes from below. He was stunned for a moment, so much so that he forgot to struggle.

Because she had just endured the pressure of a celestial being, Bitao had bled to varying degrees from all seven orifices. At least the blood in other places had been wiped away, but her eyes were still bloodshot and flowing out, making her look even more pitiful, as if she were crying tears of blood.

His beautiful peach blossom eyes now held a wild, scarlet glint and aggression.

Mingguang felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast when he was being looked at by those eyes.

The beast-like greed, plunder, and lust sent a chill down his spine.

Bitao then spoke again, still unhurried and gentle, asking, "Mingguang Tianxian, I have long admired you, tossing and turning in my sleep, yearning for you day and night. What will it take for you to be with me?"

"Wow wow wow..." The exclamations around them almost turned into screams.

After all, not everyone dares to confess their love so openly to a high-ranking immortal, and insists on getting an answer.

That's the son of the Celestial Emperor!

Mingguang really wanted to say: There is absolutely no possibility between us!

This is perfectly natural. The ancient immortals were born for the sake of all living beings. Even if they reproduced, it was to produce powerful immortal offspring to continue to serve the people.

Personal desires are a sin, and personal feelings should be punished. As the son of the Immortal Emperor, even if he has a wife in the future, she will be a descendant of the ancient immortal clan, carefully chosen by his parents to be able to give birth to a better successor.

There is absolutely no possibility between them.

But he was stared at by those beast-like eyes, and remembering how Xiao Xian had been so desperate to keep him, he knew that if he said that, she would probably keep pestering him.

Mingguang was eager to get away, but Bitao urged him impatiently, "Hmm?"

In desperation, Mingguang proposed a condition that was even more unbreakable than "absolutely impossible".

"...until you become a Xuanxian (a type of immortal)."

His words carried immense weight and resounded with authority.

"Oh..." Upon hearing this, the onlookers booed again.

Unexpectedly, after a moment's thought, Bitao nodded seriously and said, "...Alright."

The onlookers, who had already shown their faces without any reservations, were speechless and burst into laughter when they heard her agree.

There are hundreds of thousands of divine positions in the Celestial Capital, but fewer than a hundred of them are Mysterious Immortals.

She was just a wild fairy spirit formed from the dew of a small peach tree; for her to aspire to become a Xuanxian was nothing but a pipe dream.

Just how arrogant and ignorant she must be to think that with her wild fairy powers she could ascend to the Xuanxian realm and win the heart of a "beauty"?

But no matter what others thought, or how they looked down on her, Bitao never cared.

After getting the answer, he truly released Mingguang Tianxian's wrist.

Make way for him.

Mingguang breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly grabbed the roster, strode across the bridge, and in a flash transformed into a golden spirit, rushing straight to the Celestial Emperor's Palace in the heavens.

With the departure of the "unapproachable" Celestial Immortal Mingguang, the onlookers began to discuss the matter enthusiastically.

Those who knew Bitao ran straight towards her, shouting as they ran, "Bitao, hang in there!"

Bitao couldn't hold on any longer.

I took the picture straight up towards the Shuichun Bridge.

With the departure of the Celestial Immortal Mingguang, the oppressive force of the immortal spirit vanished. Zhan Kui, who had been waiting for an opportunity to act, leaped directly onto the Water Bamboo Bridge.

She caught Bitao just in time so she wouldn't land face-first.

At least she wasn't turned into a pancake fairy.

As soon as he hugged the person, Zhan Kui wailed, "Oh dear, there are hundreds of thousands of immortal positions in the capital, if this one doesn't work, we'll just exchange it! You, you, you... you were just being a hooligan, why did you have to risk your life like this!"