Chapter 84 What exactly do you want? He stuffed Bitao's mouth shut...

Bitao was indeed a little scared.

The main concern is that I'm afraid I won't be able to gain any advantage over Mingguang right now.

Mingguang regained his memories and his body was almost fully recovered. With his cultivation level restored and the exquisite techniques of the Immortal Realm, his combat power and aggression were far superior to Wei Danxin's. Bitao Ren, who was focused on cultivation, was easily controlled by him.

Just like during those hundred-plus years in the Heavenly Realm, Mingguang was a Celestial Immortal, while Bitao was merely a Supreme Immortal. Even without Binglun's meddling, if Mingguang hadn't wanted to, Bitao wouldn't have been able to get close to him at all.

Every time she touched it, she risked serious injury. Although she tried to get hit by lightning tribulations everywhere, she didn't know at the time that the five lightning strikes were not punishment but a gift, so she suffered a lot.

Bitao had a sudden idea to infuriate Mingguang, precisely because she disliked this feeling of being suppressed.

If she apologizes to Mingguang and flatters him, Mingguang, being a high-ranking immortal who holds a high-ranking position in the Nine Heavens, is extremely adept at wielding power. If he gets hold of her "weak point," who knows how he will manipulate and control her, making her obediently follow his lead.

The two people have been together since childhood, and in just a few years they have been able to enter each other's hearts and become very important people to each other. The deepest reason for this is that the two people are very similar in many ways.

Their possessiveness and desire to control their belongings are equally intense and frightening.

However, Bitao's possession and control were more overt, and her intentions were out in the open.

Mingguang had always kept it very well hidden because he had never owned anything of his own.

Bitao used every means at her disposal to force Mingguang to accept the change in their relationship.

Although his anger at being deceived and fooled had not subsided, and his raging emotions could not find a reasonable and legitimate "outlet," he still could not control himself and secretly followed "his" little peach branch.

At this moment, he gripped Bitao's nape with his large hand, and the way he looked down at Bitao was exactly the same as the way he looked at his "possession".

"Clang!" The broken sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Mingguang was using this opportunity to tell Bitao—don't be afraid, I won't kill you.

Bitao tilted her head back, forced to meet Mingguang's gaze. The cave, filled with a stench, seemed to shrink infinitely as the two confronted each other.

Shrinking into a narrow space that can't fit two people, forcing them to get closer and closer together.

Mingguang lifted Bitao by the neck, "lifting" her to the edge of a stone wall, using his body to cover the area where she could escape, and slowly released his grip.

Bitao's back tensed, and the instant Mingguang released her grip, she bent down and crawled under his arm, rushing directly towards the cave's exit—

Then he got caught again.

As if anticipating Bitao's movements, Mingguang pinched her chin with his fingers, placed his palm against her neck, scooped up Bitao who was bending over and running forward, and pressed her against the wall.

It was shaped like a chicken beak.

Bitao: "..." Damn it.

But Mingguang is not Wei Danxin who has no memory. He didn't shape Bitao like that for the purpose of kissing her.

He was an extremely rigid and proper gentleman, and he would never do anything impolite in public with anyone.

It would be even more impossible for him to make any intimate moves with Bitao under the watchful eyes of all the immortals in the Nine Heavens Silver Net.

This is precisely the most important reason why he was so angered by Bitao that he suffered a stroke.

They were competing, and she was plotting against him, just like in the first round, stabbing him with her sword. Even if she designed to make Mingguang lose the competition, Mingguang would eventually think that Xiaotaozhi was capable and wouldn't be so angry.

He was furious that Bitao had seduced him into losing his composure in front of others and doing those... utterly shameless and insane acts.

What kind of person would be under the spotlight... Mingguang stared intently at Bitao, and just thinking about those things made the vertical lines between his brows so deep they could turn into a long sword and stab someone to death.

He was so angry that he lost his aim and Bitao cried out in pain. Only then did Mingguang slowly loosen his grip.

However, Bitao's peach blossom eyes widened, staring at Mingguang's eyes with a look of dissatisfaction.

The words weren't spoken, but the meaning was clear—what can you do about it now that I've done it!

How about it!

Although the two did not argue verbally, every gesture and every touch of skin between them was a silent confrontation and standoff.

However, the one who ultimately won was still Bitao. Mingguang couldn't kill his little peach branch, and he didn't have the habit of hitting people, so he could only punish Bitao by spraying tiger blood all over her in a lukewarm and painless way.

Get her dirty.

Then, little by little, I wiped her clean by hand.

Bitao tried to escape several times, but Mingguang caught her and brought her back each time.

So Bitao was forced to lean against the wall with her head tilted back. Mingguang was standing right in front of her. The two were so close that their clothes could even touch when they moved, but there was still a subtle distance between them.

The only thing they touched was a piece of cloth held in Mingguang's hand through the light.

The fabric was torn from Mingguang's previously tattered robes, and he was wiping Bitao's face.

Very serious, very careful, each stroke was firm and forceful.

Bitao has a thick skin, so this amount of force wasn't painful, but it was still a very severe punishment for her.

Because Mingguang's hand, which was holding the fabric, would inadvertently touch her face every now and then.

Mingguang's hand was warm, touching and then immediately pulling away, without any hint of indecency, yet it left people feeling unsettled and uncertain.

Bitao stared at the small red mole on Mingguang's chin as if she had a grudge. When Mingguang changed the fabric in his hand, she suddenly stood on tiptoe to bite Xiaohong.

Mingguang was clearly prepared for her, and with lightning speed, he raised his hand, and Bitao bit the outside of Mingguang's palm.

She didn't let go, biting down hard. Mingguang didn't break free either. His thin lips were slightly pursed, his long eyebrows pressed down on his eyes, and in the dark cave, his brows revealed an almost sinister danger.

Mingguang was incomparably handsome, but among all the celestial maidens in the Nine Heavens, there were actually not many who truly longed to start a love affair with him and wanted to marry him.

Among all the people in the Nine Heavens, Bitao was the only one who dared to confess her feelings to him.

Not only because Mingguang held a prominent position and the marriage was ordained by fate, but also because his handsome appearance was too aggressive.

His features were sharp and fierce, like a gleaming golden weapon with a sharpened edge. He was beautiful, but his aura was too imposing, capable of killing instantly and injuring anyone who touched him.

Only Bitao dared to always charge straight at the "blade".

Even after biting into his hand and tasting the blood, Mingguang remained standing there unmoved. Bitao, not one to bite off a piece of flesh from his hand, let go.

She turned to leave, but Mingguang stepped forward and stopped her again.

Bitao took a deep breath and asked him, "What exactly do you want?"

Mingguang's lips moved but he didn't speak before Bitao quickly interrupted him: "You're not going to make me apologize!"

In the end, Mingguang did not make Bitao apologize; he did not even give Bitao a chance to say another word.

He pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket, rolled it up, pried open Bitao's mouth again, and then used his fingers to push the cloth, layer by layer, into Bitao's mouth.

He stuffed Bitao's mouth shut.

Bitao: "..."

She cursed under her breath again.

Then Mingguang continued to wipe the blood off her face and hair.

The bloodstains had dried and couldn't be wiped off at all; the more I tried to wipe them off, the more painful it became. This was truly torture.

But Bitao bit him, and her mouth was gagged. She wanted to kick him, but she was afraid that he would tie her feet up too.

She simply gave up on herself, biting the rag, leaning against the wall, and letting Mingguang do whatever he wanted.

Actually, I was feeling really happy inside, so sweet it was almost bubbling over.

If Bitao wanted to run away, she would have already done so. As long as she made a desperate move, Mingguang would definitely not stop her.

But why would two people risk their lives for something they don't want to do?

She refused to apologize, but she could also pretend to be powerless to resist, indulging Mingguang's desire for control to make him feel a little better.

And to be honest, Mingguang, who lost his memories, became Wei Danxin. He was simple-minded and easily fooled, which was indeed very cute, but Bitao always felt that something was missing.

She still liked Mingguang the most, like a wild beast that could never be tamed and would always bite back.

She stopped trying to escape, and Mingguang's movements gradually softened.

The two men would occasionally exchange glances, and the atmosphere would freeze when they looked into each other's eyes.

But once they look away, the flow resumes slowly.

Bitao has been roaming the heavens and the earth for so many years, and is so intelligent that she is almost like a demon. She has more tricks up her sleeve than a leopard, and rarely has she been so embarrassed and helpless.

The immortals watching the competition from the Milky Way above the Nine Heavens, upon witnessing this scene, all those who supported Mingguang Xuanxian began to revel.

"The day has finally come! Fairy Bitao, you've finally met your match!"

"I'm following the perspective of the Fairy of the Peach Blossom. Seeing the Fairy of Bright Light from the first-person perspective is really terrifying... it's like being tortured."

"What exactly is going on? Is this some new form of punishment?"

"Isn't this torture? To be honest, this is the first time I've ever seen Fairy Bitao fall into such an inescapable situation during the next competition."

"I don't know why, but I just feel like something's not right. It's not exactly a punishment, is it? But Mingguang Xuanxian's demeanor was definitely very serious..."

"I'm laughing so hard, hahaha! Doesn't the Ancient Immortal Clan ever update the parts of their inheritance that deal with matters between men and women? Hahaha..."

"Oh, I've learned something! Why don't the magistrate of pardons include this in punishment? I promise to be the first to commit a crime... but can the executioner be chosen?"

...

Zhu Ming, who had just "sent off" a group of immortals whose problems had been discovered, saw this scene on the Silver River Net. He was stunned for a moment, and then reached out to rub his forehead.

Then her ears turned red, as if she had seen something dirty, and she quickly turned off the silver screen.

Heaven have mercy, when Bitao was dealing with Wei Danxin, the Silver Han Gu detected the reproduction and stopped releasing the fish on its own, and Zhu Ming didn't think anything of it.

However, when Mingguang stuffed cloth into Bitao's mouth, it stirred up Zhu Ming's very distant memories of his past life.

He was born into royalty, and although he was the son of a dancer, he eventually rose to the position of crown prince after the fall of his country and the destruction of his family.

Although he had never married, it was unlikely that a prince born into the royal family would remain innocent until adulthood, having already witnessed many low-level and sordid tactics.

The celestial beings in the heavens are inherently pure and upright, and their lineage is pure and honest. Even if they make mistakes, it's merely due to greed for power and wealth. Apart from the dragons who roam the mortal realm year-round, indulging in worldly pleasures, there are very few in the heavens who commit adultery or promiscuity.

Mingguang, that little coffin lid... does he even know what his actions mean?

Mingguang didn't know, but Bitao definitely did.

How could she have been so wicked in the two lower realm competitions? She deliberately indulged him and even cooperated by opening her mouth. When Mingguang, that little coffin board, comes to his senses, won't he be so ashamed and indignant that he'll die?

Bitao did know, but she really didn't mean to be bad; she just felt it didn't matter at all.

As for what happens when Mingguang comes to her senses and realizes what will happen to her, what does that have to do with her?

She ran away, but she couldn't run away anymore.

The tiger roars coming from inside the passageway gradually subsided, and the sky outside slowly began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

As the faint light shone down through the holes overhead, voices could be heard coming from inside the passage.

Mingguang paused, pulled the cloth out of Bitao's mouth and threw it on the ground, then quickly took two steps back to create distance.

Bitao rubbed her face to relax her cheeks and silently rolled her eyes.

I wonder how much he was having fun manipulating her just now, did he think she couldn't sense his excitement?

Mingguang was very good at suppressing himself. When he touched Bitao, he didn't tremble like Wei Danxin. He wouldn't reveal his true feelings.

When he was little, he always liked to play with her little peach branch, which was still unable to condense immortal essence and take form. He would break her peach branch back and forth and even change the position of her arms and legs, which was very annoying.

After so many years without anything to play with, he finally found an opportunity. His eyes lit up with joy, as if he could take something out and put it in the sky to be the sun.

hypocrite!

The "hypocrite" went to the door to greet them and quickly began chatting freely with the cultivators who came to finish up.

"Bitao?!" The last two of the group of cultivators who entered were none other than Zhan Kui and Guang Han, who were inseparable.

Zhan Kui's big eyes weren't for nothing; he quickly spotted Bi Tao's figure inside the tiger's acupoint.

After calling out to Bitao, he rushed over quickly, opened his arms to hug her, but stopped abruptly in front of her.

"My goodness! What did you do? Did you crawl into a tiger's belly?!"

"Is this blood yours? Where are you injured?"

Mingguang kept wiping and wiping for a long time, but the dried bloodstains couldn't be wiped off with just a dry cloth. Bitao's head and face were still covered in blood, which looked quite gruesome.

That bastard Mingguang did it on purpose.

Bitao shook her head at Zhan Kui: "I'm not injured, just a little blood."

"Hahaha! I knew your cliff-jumping was planned. You couldn't possibly have died. You scared Bingjing to tears, and Mingguang went crazy with fright."

"So you infiltrated Tiger's Den and were working with us from the inside! You were the one who released the Five Thunderbolts in the den before!"

Bitao: "..." Thank you, sister, thank you for thinking so highly of me.

Bitao was both amused and exasperated, because Zhan Kui bumped her arm and looked in Mingguang's direction, deliberately raising his voice to say, "Back then, Mingguang wanted to jump off the cliff with you, and we couldn't persuade him no matter what we did!"

"He really loves you!"

Bitao hooked her arm around Zhan Kui's neck, covered his mouth, and glanced at Mingguang.

Mingguang frowned subconsciously when he heard Zhan Kui's words, halfway through his conversation with Ren.

The gaze directed at him was cold and menacing.

He has many flaws; he not only doesn't show affection in public, but he also rarely utters frivolous words about love.

Bitao whispered in Zhan Kui's ear, "Don't talk nonsense. Mingguang and Binglun's lightning rune seals have already been broken."

"Weren't they already broken? Back in the Illusionary Realm of the Demon King, you... hiss—"

Zhan Kui gasped, coughing violently from the shock.

After a violent coughing fit, Zhan Kui's face was flushed red, and he almost turned into his true form as a carp on the spot.

She quickly turned her head to glance at Mingguang, then hunched her shoulders, her expression quite interesting.

"How did he regain his memories?" Zhan Kui asked Bi Tao in a low voice. "I told him not to jump off the cliff, and now the lightning seal is gone!"

"What are we going to do? You two aren't even married yet!"

"And Mingguang's memories have been restored, so why are you still perfectly fine?" Zhan Kui scanned Bi Tao from head to toe, then grabbed Bi Tao's wrist to take her pulse.

"You don't just look perfectly fine, but your internal organs are actually smashed to pieces, do you...?"

Bitao: "...You're disappointed that I'm still alive and well, aren't you?"

"How is that possible! You deceived Mingguang so thoroughly, how could he still let you live until dawn?"

"I thought that according to your plan, you would have already achieved your goal and passed away before Mingguang regained his memories. Once you were in heaven, with Zhu Ming and Dong Wanggong protecting you, he would definitely be unable to do anything to you... But how come he regained his memories so quickly?"

Zhan Kui is clearly a fish, but he scratches his ears and cheeks, hunches his shoulders and hooks his neck, and jumps around like a monkey.

Bitao let her jump around, thinking to herself that that was indeed her plan, but plans never keep up with changes.

Moreover, she hadn't told Zhan Kui how Ming Guang regained his memory, otherwise Zhan Kui would have jumped straight to the top of the cave.

The group of cultivators thoroughly inspected the tiger's den again, and then Bitao and the others followed the cultivators out of the tiger's den, which had been completely wiped out.

As dawn broke, the morning light spilled across the mountains and fields, making everything lush and verdant.

After Bitao came out, she first went to the river to wash herself clean, and then met up with Bingjing and the others. Everyone surrounded her and looked her up and down several times.

Even Zhang Yuluan came forward to look at Bitao, and surprisingly, she didn't make any sarcastic remarks. Her eyes were slightly red, and she said quite sincerely, "No matter what, it's good that she's still alive."

The cultivator Tiangou, who was leading the group from Wenxin Pavilion, bowed to Liuxing and said, "Senior Brother Liuxing, I have searched all the tiger caves with my men. All the tigers have been killed. The passageways are narrow, and it is difficult to move the carcasses of adult tigers, but all these cubs are here."

Another cultivator beside the Tengu chimed in: "Unfortunately, some of the cougars seem to still retain human intelligence. The passageway is too narrow for them to transform into tigers, leaving them no choice but to be slaughtered. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, they ran away in droves!"

Meteor spoke up: "Fellow Daoists, fellow villagers."

Meteor bowed slightly, displaying impeccable manners, not only towards the cultivators fighting alongside him, but also towards the civilians who had spontaneously formed teams with them in Tiger Mountain to slay tigers.

The narrator explained, "The 'Changgui' is a slave to the tiger, relying on the tiger for support. When the tiger dies, it loses its source of power and will perish on its own like a rootless duckweed."

"So, everyone's revenge has been achieved, and from now on there's nothing to worry about anymore, right!"

Upon hearing the accent, Bitao looked in that direction and indeed saw "Brother Da Niu" standing at the head of the crowd, his pregnant wife in his arms. He turned to the crowd and loudly reassured them, "We have won!"

The people cheered excitedly, and the cultivators were also swept up in the joyful mood, their faces relaxed with smiles.

Zhan Kui, who was standing next to Bi Tao, turned his head when he heard the voice, and his eyes widened again, almost as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.

She hooked her arm around Bitao's neck and walked to the side, gesturing with her chin towards Yun Chuan: "That...that's Yun Chuan, the one who took the lightning tribulation for me!!"

Bitao nodded: "When you were summoning the Five Thunders up there before, the sound of the Five Thunders inside the Tiger's Cave was actually the breaking of Yun Chuan Tianxian's Thunder Pattern Protective Seal."

"Huh? You didn't attract those five thunderbolts down there?"

Zhan Kui suddenly remembered something and clapped his hands: "Oh right, I forgot to tell you, You Tian's merit immortal position Cang Ling's thunder pattern curse seal was also broken during the battle. We were once in dire straits, and we relied entirely on his thunder pattern curse seal."

"And I think he was completely broken. His shoulder was bitten by a ghost, and it was badly injured. Although he didn't talk to anyone, the way he looked at me was obviously different from before."

"Look, look, he's looking at you. He must have something to say to you?"

Bitao looked towards the group of cultivators and, sure enough, saw Cang Ling looking at her from behind the crowd.

Cang Ling smiled at Bi Tao, and Bi Tao winked at him in return.

However, he did not step out of the crowd, presumably because even if he had something to say, it was not something appropriate to say in front of everyone.

Bitao shifted her gaze from Cangling and subconsciously scanned the ranks of cultivators.

Then, his relaxed and carefree expression suddenly froze for a moment.

She asked Zhan Kui seemingly casually, "Take a look at this group of cultivators, do you notice anything amiss?"

Zhan Kui looked over as instructed, his expression blank, his eyes darting around before finally settling on Yun Chuan, who was mingling with the people.

Then they saw a pretty woman, heavily pregnant, leaning weakly against Yun Chuan.

Zhan Kui slapped his thigh: "Ah!"

Bitao looked at her with a face full of anticipation.

Zhan Kui pointed at Yun Chuan and said, "Yun Chuan, the Celestial Immortal, is finished. He had a child with that mortal woman! How will the karma be accounted for when he passes away?"

Bitao: "...I told you to look at the cultivators' ranks, why are you always glancing at that Celestial Immortal Yunchuan?"

Zhan Kui said matter-of-factly, "He's also a cultivator... oh, he's still a mortal in this world, but he's good-looking."

Bitao was speechless, choked with emotion.

After a moment, he said, "Haven't you noticed that most of the cultivators are immortals in the celestial realm?"

Zhan Kui: "...Huh? Really? No wonder they all have buzz cuts and handsome faces."

"Besides, aren't you asking the impossible? Does everyone have your ability to remember every single face?"

"Even Mingguang couldn't do that, could he?"

Bitao was convinced by Zhan Kui; she truly lived up to the principle of judging people by their appearance.

However, although Zhan Kui was obsessed with "beautiful women," he had been hanging out with Bi Tao for so many years. Being lustful wasn't a flaw, but if he were too stupid, Bi Tao definitely wouldn't have included him in her life.

Zhan Kui was very sensitive to Bi Tao's emotions and quickly realized what Bi Tao's doubts were.

He said, "It's normal that they are all immortals. Didn't they say that more than three thousand immortals came down from the Heavenly Realm in the second round of the competition? Immortals are 'selecting successors' for cultivators, isn't this a good way to accumulate merit?"

Zhan Kui's analysis was reasonable and well-founded: "Moreover, immortals are definitely more powerful than cultivators in this world. It's not surprising that Meteor promised a reward of one hundred earth-grade spirit stones and personally led the team, attracting people here."

"Do you suspect that someone here is a patriarch of the Xuanmen sect? Who is it?"

Bitao shook her head.

But her gaze never left those cultivators, looking at them back and forth for a long time.

Even with a hundred Earth-grade spirit stones, isn't the number of immortal positions for this exorcism too concentrated?

Even the evil spirit that time only had a hundred earth-grade spirit stones, and he didn't get this many immortal positions.

Bitao put her doubts aside for the time being and saw that everyone was starting to gather firewood and build a fire. The cultivators and the common people were working together to burn all the bodies of the tiger cubs.

These tigers are man-eating creatures. Burning them all will at least give peace to those people who perished in their jaws and could not be found.

A cawing sound came from mid-air; carrion crows, having smelled the bloody scent of the corpse, circled in the air for a long time.

Only when the fire was lit and smoke billowed into the sky did the crows finally caw and fly away.

The monks and civilians took turns picking up the bodies of the tiger cubs and throwing them into the fire.

Some people couldn't help but shed tears as they threw the tiger carcass away, calling out the names of their missing relatives as they threw it out, treating it as a form of funeral.

The bodies of the tiger cubs were all brought out of their genitals and lined up in front of them, creating a rather spectacular sight.

A rough estimate suggests there are several hundred.

Bitao's gaze was fixed on the tiger carcasses that were being picked up and thrown into the fire. She muttered to herself, "Life is scarce here. The Bridge of Reincarnation is broken. Few children are born. They have flown away and are on the verge of extinction... Why are these tigers so prolific?"

"Huh? What did you say?" Zhan Kui heard Bi Tao muttering to herself and leaned over to ask her.

Before Bitao could answer, Zhan Kui leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Mingguang has been staring at you, and his eyes are terrifying. He's glared at me several times already. What are you going to do about all those grudges between you and him?"

Zhan Kui's expression was genuinely worried: "We're such good friends, if he kills you, he'll definitely take me down with him."

"I don't want to die! I've never been pregnant before, but Yun Chuan already has a child, so I have to have one too!"

"My child with Guanghan will definitely be very beautiful."

Bitao: "...What's so enviable about that thing?"

She's already verbally suggested over two hundred names, and her head is about to explode from thinking of names.

"And...does Guanghan know that you want to have a child with her?"

Guanghan knows.

I just found out.

He was standing not far behind Bitao and Zhankui, and "inadvertently" focused his hearing for a moment, overhearing their conversation.

Guanghan's expression was indescribable.

Will the child he has with Zhan Kui be beautiful?

If someone is born looking like a mermaid, with a human body and a fish tail, that's fine, but what if they were born with a fish head and a human body?!

No way! He absolutely refuses!

No matter who Zhan Kui hires to beat him, he will not yield.

And so, Guanghan became one more person who genuinely began to worry.

The tiger carcass was burning fiercely, and at first it was alright, mostly emitting black smoke.

Then it started to smell nice.

"What a sin," Bitao sighed, swallowing hard.

Zhan Kui also said, "It smells so good, but it's a pity that these are tiger cubs that grew up eating people. Eating their meat is no different from eating people."

"I haven't eaten anything properly for days. Guanghan is such a waste. He can only find a little bit of fruit every day, and it's sour too."

Bitao: "Be content. I've been eating grass for days. There are no fruits left at the bottom of the cliff."

Bitao and her stomach both groaned, "I want to eat roasted pig's trotters!"

Zhan Kui said, "Once it's finished burning, we'll go down the mountain together and travel day and night back to Wenxin Pavilion. I'll have Liuxing get you some roasted pig's trotters! He can get anything. I even had him get me some bird's nest before!"

Bitao swallowed hard and nodded, watching the fire burn the corpse with longing eyes.

After the tiger carcasses were finally burned, the monks and civilians mingled together, the injured and those with mobility issues helping each other, and set off together towards the edge of the forest.

Although the expressions on everyone's faces weren't exactly jubilant, they did show a sense of relief.

The peach blossoms are filled with nothing but pig's trotters, pig's trotters, pig's trotters; hunger is sometimes more cruel than any punishment.

If there is no hope, one can endure eating grass. Now that Zhan Kui has agreed to let Liu Xing make her pig's trotters, Bi Tao sees Liu Xing as a human-shaped pig's trotter.

Since the tiger's den was far from the nearest Mengxia Village, and the villagers were not as physically strong as the cultivators, some of them were injured, and there was even a pregnant woman among them, they rested on the spot after traveling for a while.

Bitao stared at the shooting star, or rather, swallowed hard in the direction of the shooting star.

She watched the shooting stars and tirelessly went to comfort everyone, not even missing the people who had escaped death.

He asked these people which village and town they came from, and had the people around him record the information, estimating whether there were enough horses in Mengxia Village to distribute.

And which sect's cultivators could offer to take these people home along the way.

No matter how small the matter, it is gentle and soothing like a light drizzle, gently nourishing the heart.

Sometimes, it is in the smallest details that a person's true character is revealed. Meteor genuinely cared about whether these people could return home safely; this was something that could not be faked.

Bitao's feelings towards him were very complicated.

He reorganized all the doubts and questions that had been lingering in his mind, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, suppressed his hunger, and forcibly used a mental storm to squeeze the pig's trotter out of his brain.

When Zhan Kui was resting, he discussed the matter of having a child with Guang Han. Guang Han, who was usually very compliant, was unusually firm in her disagreement this time, which made Zhan Kui so angry that he bit him twice.

Not satisfied with biting himself, Zhan Kui ran back and poked Bi Tao's arm: "Guang Han refuses to have children with me, you help me beat him up!"

Zhan Kui pointed to a grove of low but very dense trees, "He's right there, let's go!"

Bitao glanced in that direction, then quickly closed her eyes and said, "I'm not going."

"Even you won't help me?"

Bitao glanced at her sideways, trying to distract her from her insistence on having a child.

He patted the person next to him and said, "Sit down, and I'll explain why Mingguang and Binglun regained their memories together."

Zhan Kui sat down with great interest.

As soon as I sat down, I heard a tiger's roar that shook the mountains and fields.

"howl--"

It came from the dense grove of low trees where Guanghan was.

Zhan Kui leaped to his feet and charged towards the direction without looking back, shouting, "My child's father!"

Bitao: "..."

Bitao immediately got up and followed Zhan Kui.

Everyone jumped to their feet in a panic. Some civilians were so terrified that their screams were louder than a tiger's roar: "What's going on?! What's going on?! How come there are still tigers?! Weren't they all killed?!"

"Is it the vengeful spirit of a tiger seeking revenge?"

Meteor Gathering Cultivators: "Fellow Daoists, follow me and form ranks—"

"Fellow villagers, don't be afraid. Gather together and don't run around. These aren't tigers, but the evil spirits that ran away earlier!"

When Bitao followed Zhan Kui's figure to that dense forest, she saw Guanghan sitting on the ground behind the bushes, his face full of terror, blood flowing from one of his arms. Zhan Kui immediately squatted down to check on his injury.

Binglun stood with his back to Bitao, clutching a long sword that was still dripping blood in one arm. The figure of the changgui had already turned into yin energy and disappeared.

Before Bitao could catch her breath, a long sword emerged from behind her and slowly moved to rest against her neck.

The chilling aura emanating from the sword blade traveled along the blade to Bitao's neck, specifically the vital point.

She shuddered and dared not move.

Following the longsword, I slowly looked at the swordsman—and met his deep, cold golden eyes.

What? You're still so angry after thinking about it that you're planning to kill her?

But... Bitao turned her gaze back to the sword directly below her neck, where she saw several small but bright red wild berries.

The small red berries are arranged in a row, glistening with moisture, like a line of soldiers awaiting inspection by a general, or a row of beauties waiting to be chosen by a powerful figure.

Bitao, who had forcibly suppressed her restless stomach, began to pound the drums and sing joyfully again.

She swallowed hard.

He struggled for a moment between accepting the "humiliation" and turning away with backbone.

He quickly reached out and took the small fruit off the sword, holding it in his palm.

Then, with great pride, he "endured the humiliation" and turned to leave.