Chapter 107 The Great Battle of the Immortals turned them into each other's puppets. ...
Bitao tilted her head in utter surprise, looking at Mingguang.
Her little golden crow has always been recognized as a jade pendant, a white crane in the clouds, and someone who swears.
Bitao never uttered a single word of "bastard" from him.
Now he's actually cursing her as a "bastard" in a very clear and distinct voice.
That word "bastard" is really powerful.
How big is it?
It's like you've cornered a ferocious wolf, and its ferocity is fully unleashed as it opens its bloody maw and bites your hand.
You thought your hand was about to be bitten through and broken off.
When the "fierce wolf" finally lets go, you see... there's nothing but saliva and not even a tooth mark.
Bitao couldn't help but laugh.
She wrapped her arms around Mingguang's neck, cradled his head, met his eyes that could no longer hide their grievances, and gently placed a light kiss on each of his damp eyelashes.
Mingguang blushed all over, a surge of passion suddenly arriving, but it didn't subside so quickly; the afterglow lingered, especially now that the two were embracing so intimately... Before the afterglow had faded, another wave of passion arose.
No matter how much the celestial spirits were mobilized, it could not be suppressed.
Mingguang activated his golden spirit, intending to blast Bitao away.
This trick always worked for Mingguang.
After all, he was born a celestial being, and later became a mystical immortal. In addition, he held a prominent position, so almost no one could get close to him unless he wanted to.
Even the old peach blossoms are not allowed.
But this time he failed.
Bitao had been on guard against him for a long time. When his golden spirit exploded out of his body, the wood spirit around Bitao also surged.
Give him no chance to escape or back down.
The two inherently conflicting attributes clashed, and a two-colored whirlwind swept through the entire inner room.
All of Mingguang's emotions were forced out from his heavily concealed body because of this feeling of "helplessness" from being naked.
He grabbed Bitao's shoulders and back with both hands, and the fairy spirit could not shake her off. He tried to tear her off his body with brute force.
At this moment, Bitao whispered in his ear, "Forty years have passed in this world, and I've missed you so much I'm almost going crazy."
Don't you miss me?
Mingguang's initial force of pushing outwards was completely shattered by the casual question, "Don't you miss me?"
His shoulders and neck even trembled slightly.
It's like you're competing with yourself.
How could he not miss her?
Although Mingguang did not stay in the mortal realm for the full forty years, he was more certain than Bitao was that she would see Mingguang again after her death.
For over twenty years, Mingguang spent every night and every day in despair, struggling with the five signs of decay and unable to find her soul with its original consciousness.
That was a fear I dared not forget, dared not relax, every day, every night, every hour and every moment.
The more afraid she was of falling into someone else's hands, the more uncontrollably she would think about outcomes that were simply unacceptable.
His heart was tormented and burned in such flames for more than twenty years.
He missed her so much that he felt like his very soul had turned to stone.
But in the end, it turned out to be a scam.
Even now, Xiao Taozhi refuses to have a proper talk with him, instead seducing him and drawing him into this swamp of infatuation, trying to cloud his judgment.
Let everything remain ambiguous.
How could he not hate her?
He truly hated her.
But as the hands holding her shoulders tightened their grip, the force changed from pushing outwards to pulling inwards forcefully.
With a loud thud, it was the sound of two people's bones and flesh colliding violently.
He held Bitao tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to crush her bones.
But he tore apart the etiquette and rules he had followed since childhood, and followed his heart. The fullness and satisfaction he felt when he held her in his arms was as fleeting as fireworks blooming in the sky.
not enough.
That's not enough.
Ming Guang looked closely at Xiao Taozhi, who still had a frivolous smile on her face, but instead of kissing her, he lowered his head and bit her shoulder and neck with resentment and hatred.
He wished he could devour her flesh and blood, so that perhaps the two of them could never be separated again and could become one.
In this way, he wouldn't have to search frantically, wouldn't have to toss and turn at night, and wouldn't have to experience the helplessness and powerlessness of being out of control and despair alternating.
There's no need to always worry that she'll go looking for someone else when he can't see her!
"Ah!" This time, Bitao was truly caught off guard.
Her shoulder was grabbed by the "fierce wolf," and she instinctively pulled back in pain, tilting her head slightly backward.
His vulnerable neck was thus exposed to Mingguang's furious golden eyes.
He released his grip and then bit Bitao's throat again.
Make her eat anything!
When Bitao encountered a "life-or-death crisis," she instinctively poured out her wood spirit.
The petals, like a raging torrent, engulfed the two in the blink of an eye.
Mingguang, having lost all reason, acted like a child who, unable to win an argument, resorted to verbal abuse to vent his anger. Jinling, completely out of control, swept towards Muling like a whirlwind.
In an instant, the furnishings in the room were almost completely shredded by the two powerful immortal spirits belonging to the Xuanxian realm.
They held each other tightly, embracing each other with a force that seemed to want to strangle the other to death.
Their clothes also vanished completely in the steel blades formed by the fierce immortal spirit.
Then they rolled into the bed together.
Just then, the rampaging spirits filling the room triggered the layers upon layers of formations once again.
The two streams of immortal energy split into three, churning and fighting wildly throughout the house.
Wherever it passed, it was like a steel-bladed chariot, even the white jade stones paved on the ground were lifted up, smashed and shattered, raising a room full of jade dust.
The golden spirit, wrapped in peach blossom petals, suddenly grew stronger as it was filled by the array.
It actually broke free from those ubiquitous petals and transformed into a golden crow, flapping its enormous wings and scattering all the petals in the room with a single flap.
The bed was shrouded in a hazy, chaotic mist of jade-colored dust. Mingguang's back trembled and heaved like the golden crow that his golden spirit had transformed into. Its enormous wings and body were so large that they could almost blot out the sky. Its fierce swooping down made it seem as if it wanted to perish together with the person beneath it!
The sky collapsed and the earth caved in inside the house. If it weren't for the array that held it up and contained the rampage within the bedroom, Xuanhui Palace would have been reduced to ruins.
The golden crow, transformed from Jin Ling, spread its wings angrily and let out a clear cry.
However, this brief "victory" did not last long.
Soon, the wood spirit petals that had been swept to the ground by the gale of the golden crow's wings transformed into a long, scaled serpent on the ground. It hissed and soared up to a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), instantly coiling around the proud golden crow that was stretching its neck out.
The long snake tail twisted and gnawed at the golden crow, which tried to flap its wings, but its wings had already been twisted out of shape.
Soon, the golden crow was twisted to the ground by the giant snake and nearly suffocated.
Like the flower snake transformed from her petals, Bitao clung to and coiled around the "golden crow" she had longed for. Her fingernails dug into his taut back, leaving long, red welts like whip marks. Not to be outdone, she bit down on his throat.
Mingguang and the golden crow on the ground let out a mournful cry, as if they were dying.
The dutiful array sensed the danger to its "master" once again, and golden spirits poured down like rain.
The Golden Crow's power returned once more, and it flapped its wings again, kicking the long snake away with one foot. Then, it soared into the air, creating a vortex of gale-force winds that rushed straight towards the petal-like snake.
The petal snake was overturned, and it had barely rolled over when the golden crow came after it, pressing its sharp claws down on the snake's head, making it unable to roll over.
Bitao's head was buried in the pillow, and the large hand on the back of her neck was like an inescapable lock, holding her in place. She was hunched over like a snake on the ground, and could only frantically twist her long snake body, but could not break free from the sharp claws of the raptor.
However, the petal snake was unwilling to be restrained and "killed" by the golden crow, and it quickly disintegrated and reassembled in the blink of an eye.
This time, she did not transform into a flower snake, but into a huge "clam," like a giant rock, falling from the sky and smashing onto the back of the golden crow.
He was knocked to the ground on the spot.
This time, the one looking down was Bitao. She looked down proudly at the golden crow that was being crushed by her giant clam and could not turn over. It could only kick its weak legs, shake its waist and wings, and try to turn over again.
After a long struggle, the Golden Crow was on the verge of exhaustion, but that damned formation once again replenished its golden spirit, allowing the dying Golden Crow to regain its vitality and life.
It once again used its wings to flip over, knocking the boulder-like clam on its body to the ground, and then grabbed the clam shell with its huge claws.
It held it upright, then lowered its head and pecked fiercely at the edge of the tightly closed clam shell with its sharp beak!
The clanging sound, like metal striking metal, echoed out.
The giant clam was incredibly hard, but there was always a gap where it closed. After being attacked by the bird's beak, it couldn't help but open the gap.
Then the golden crow seized the opportunity, pecked straight at the innermost clam meat, tore it off, and swallowed it whole!
With a loud crash, the giant clam formed from peach blossom petals also collapsed.
Golden Crow wins another game!
It flapped its wings wildly, proudly raised its head, its huge wings beating as it hovered inside the house, like a victorious bird king surveying its territory.
But it didn't notice that the seemingly soft and lifeless petals that had been blown away in the corner were quietly gathering together.
Finally, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the window, the scattered petals gathered together from the ruins.
It transformed into a gigantic beast—a fox spirit clad in peach blossom armor!
As the golden crow landed, convinced of its victory and folded its wings, the lurking fox pounced and ripped off its wing in one bite.
Then, in just a few bites, he swallowed the golden crow whole.
Then it elegantly licked its paws.
The formation had arrived countless times, yet it could not find its "master" who needed to replenish his spiritual power.
They had no choice but to leave dejectedly.
Meanwhile, Mingguang got up from the bed.
Both of their long hairs were wet and tangled together. Bitao laughed and said, "You threw away the little cloth bag that we tied our hair together. Doesn't that count as tying our hair together?"
Mingguang glanced down at it, then knelt up.
He tried to brace himself with his hand, but missed and almost fell off the bed.
Only half of the bed board remained.
Not just the bed frame.
The wooden railings, bed curtains, and even the quilt looked like they'd been chewed by a dog. It was unclear who had torn them apart or who had smashed and burned them in a moment of desperation. Anyway, they complemented the ruins that filled the room.
Bitao quickly helped Mingguang up and looked at him with a lazy smile.
"Look at you, you're the one who crushed all these railings. Crushing the railings is one thing, but why did you dig a hole in the bed?"
Mingguang: "..."
He stood up, his ears red. As he moved, the sweat that had accumulated on his back gathered in the hollow of his spine and slid down like a small river.
Without uttering a sound, he let his long hair, which fell to his calves, rummage through one of his last remaining possessions... and found his robe.
He cast over thirty cleansing spells on himself before finally putting on his robe.
After putting on his coat, he carefully tidied his clothes and appearance in front of a half-mirror.
He rarely looks in that mirror.
But... before he goes out today, he must carefully check if there is anything about him that he shouldn't be seen by others.
A pair of mottled arms, covered with countless "stamps," resembling arms that had been strangled by the suction cups of a Tide-Watching Beast, wrapped around his waist and abdomen.
Mingguang paused.
He turned around, looked down at Bitao, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.
This time it wasn't something I deliberately suppressed; I was genuinely mute.
He was startled by his own voice and his face turned red.
He lowered his voice and whispered, "The Silver River is rushing me too much. I have to go participate in the final interrogation before the Sinful Immortal's judgment."
Bitao knew, of course, that the competition in the mortal realm of Mingguang had already created a backlog of official duties.
But she just wouldn't let go.
She wished she could stay locked up with Mingguang for three years without ever leaving the house.
Mingguang looked down at Bitao for a moment, and it was clear that he lost his self-control as soon as he met her gaze.
He lowered his head and rubbed his nose against her forehead for a moment, then, unable to resist any longer, he pinched her chin and kissed her.
Heavy and fierce, the "fire" between the two, which had never been extinguished, suddenly raged like a whirlwind, tearing the sky apart.
Bitao was held in front of the broken dressing mirror. Mingguang pressed his chin against her shoulder and bit her again, finding the tooth mark from the hardest bite last night.
This time, however, I didn't use much force. Instead, I gently wiped it over with my soft lips, like applying medicine.
"Splash—"
The dressing mirror, which was already barely supported and was on the verge of collapse, finally couldn't bear the humiliation and jumped off its frame to the ground to "commit suicide."
It broke into several pieces.
But each petal reflects a corner of a robe that trembles like a leaf being swept by a gale.
noon.
Mingguang managed to tidy himself up and make himself look presentable amidst the ruins.
He clicked on the Silver Han Gu, and the dense messages of urging and doubt on it made his scalp tingle.
Those arms wrapped around her again.
Mingguang didn't dare to look back.
What exactly is he doing?
His mind, which had been stagnant and collapsing since last night, finally managed to crawl out of the ruins with a sliver of remaining reason.
He closed his eyes.
What exactly did he do?
They shouldn't have ended up like this, at least not without even a proper conversation, without even getting married...
But the arm on his waist and abdomen shook him.
Mingguang spoke up, saying, "It really won't work."
"It's not that I'm incapable..." His mind was still a jumbled mess, and he didn't know what he was trying to achieve by saying that.
Sure enough, he heard laughter coming from behind him, right next to his back.
Mingguang forced himself to say, "It's my responsibility to go... Everyone's waiting for me."
Bitao let go.
She was really full; she was almost stuffed.
He was so full he could stand up, his legs still dripping wet. But humans are strange creatures; sometimes, even when they're full, they're still insatiable.
Mingguang felt a loosening around his waist, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt an indescribable emptiness.
He turned to look at the peach blossoms, as if he were seeing a picture of a storm destroying flowers. The peach blossoms, which had been in full bloom, had suffered a violent storm, and now the petals were scattered, and the trees and the ground were covered in mud.
Mingguang's qi and blood immediately became disordered again.
He closed his eyes; otherwise, it would be difficult for him to leave the house today.
He took off his outer robe and wrapped it tightly around Bitao.
Only her adorable face, as ripe as a spring peach, was visible.
Take a look.
I want to eat it.
It feels like if you suck on it, the thin peach skin will break, and then the endless sweet peach juice will fill your mouth and be sucked out.
Mingguang quickly looked away and instinctively swallowed.
He activated the golden spirit within his body, transforming it into a blade that raged through his meridians three times before he returned to normal. He gripped the collar of his outer robe, which he was holding tightly around Bitao, determined not to allow her to reveal even the slightest hint of spring in her heart.
He frowned slightly, watching her lips move slightly.
But he didn't say anything.
Bitao looked up at Mingguang, whose eyes still showed red marks even after he was dressed. His skin was fair and smooth like jade, but the redness around his eyes didn't look like a normal flush; it looked like the fine blood vessels had burst from overstimulation.
It crawled up to my cheeks like a spider web.
Just looking at those red marks made Bitao's legs feel as weak as noodles.
Thinking of Mingguang's austere and rigid face, and his infatuated and unable-to-extricate expression, she quickly looked away.
No, no, that won't do.
Oh dear. This is going to kill me.
She was not someone who had never tasted the "fruit".
She could handle Wei Danxin, a part of Mingguang, with ease and knowing when to advance and retreat.
But facing the bright light... Bitao also took a deep breath.
She finally understood what it meant to be utterly captivated and insatiable.
The two people were standing face to face, but one was looking to the left and the other to the right.
The invisible air seemed to sprout countless threads, binding them tightly together.
Like lotus root fibers, they cannot be cut or untangled.
Let them be each other's puppets.
After another long while, the stalemate continued until it was almost dark.
If Mingguang were absent from the interrogation, it would be fine for the other subordinates; no one would dare to come to Xuanhui Palace without his orders.
But Bitao remembered that General Kunyi Zuo had been in Jiutian recently.
If the two of them get all lovey-dovey later and are caught by the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms... Bitao is so afraid that Mingguang will be so ashamed that he will commit suicide on the spot.
So they finally managed to tear each other apart.
Bitao gathered her clothes and looked out the window, saying, "Ahem... I have to go back to the Cang Sheng Palace soon, there are a lot of people looking for me on Yin Han Gu."
Mingguang was about to leave when he heard this, so he paused and looked at her with an inscrutable expression.
Bitao knew what he was thinking without even turning her head.
He added, "Don't worry, I'm not going to find Zhu Ming. It was Zhan Kui who sent me a message saying that Bing Jing is looking for me."
Mingguang gave a restrained "hmm".
He walked towards the door.
But they came back very quickly.
Hearing the disordered footsteps, Bitao turned around in surprise.
Then Mingguang charged at them like a bull.
He hugged her with a force that could kill her.
Then he cupped her chin with his large hand, pinched her into a chicken beak shape, and then sucked hard on her "chicken beak".
Then, with a flash, he vanished as a spirit.
Bitao: "..."
She was so overwhelmed with sweetness that she lost her balance and fell to the ground, pursing her lips as she sat amidst the ruins, smiling.
But after she found a set of bright and clean clothes, she managed to tidy herself up.
As soon as I stepped outside, I slapped my forehead.
"broken!"
Mingguang was late by most of the day and finally appeared at the prison palace. As soon as he entered, all was quiet.
It wasn't because he was late. When he arrived late, the ancient immortal clans thought he was deliberately trying to intimidate them, and You Tian was even more pleased to see him promoted to a high-ranking immortal.
However, this trial before the punishment was held not only by the ancient immortal clan and the merit-based immortals, but also by the immortal elders.
The Eastern King Duke, the Western Queen Mother, the Zhu Ming Immortal Supervisor, the Three Officials of Heaven, Earth, and Water, and even the Kunyi of the Myriad Realms Heavenly Dao.
Mingguang made them wait for so long; it's utterly outrageous.
But the reason why everyone was silent was not because of this.
Instead, it was because Mingguang and Bitao had a fierce battle of celestial spirits last night that ended in a draw. They... had both absorbed too much of each other's aura, and their celestial spirits had even become mixed together.
They were so busy covering themselves with whatever they could, tying their collars down to their necks, that they forgot to clean up the mixed-up spirits!
There is no concept of primordial yin and primordial yang in the immortal realm. The higher one's cultivation level, the more one will automatically shield oneself from such impolite prying.
Furthermore, in the celestial realm, there is no rule that one cannot be intimate without being married. Normally, if someone has something going on with someone else, no one would care.
But it was precisely the bright light.
This "future Immortal Emperor," whose virtue and dogma were ingrained in his very bones, arrived half a day late and paraded through the city carrying the lingering aura and immortal spirit of another person.
This is no different from announcing to everyone that he had just finished sleeping with Bitao and had taken time out of his "busy schedule" to come.
General Kunyi's cultivation was so profound that he could see through a person's body and soul at a glance. When he saw the large amount of wood spirit mixed in his son's meridians, his brows immediately furrowed.
The Eastern King's long eyebrows were practically pointing to the sky; if it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, he would have loved to hit a ball with his own head.
The Queen Mother of the West was taken aback at first, then seemed to see something dirty, the vertical lines between her eyebrows were deep, just like the expression of General Kunyi.
Zhu Ming silently covered his face. That damned Bi Tao had definitely fooled that little coffin-board again. How embarrassing!
The three officials of Heaven, Earth, and Water looked at each other and silently lowered their heads. The Heavenly Official's lips twitched uncontrollably.
As for those ancient immortals... their expressions were as colorful as a rainbow bridge.
Mingguang was initially puzzled and was about to bow in apology when, as he raised his hand, the golden spirit from his sleeve, along with the wooden spirit, entered his nasal cavity, and he suddenly realized what was happening!
The next instant, Mingguang vanished on the spot.
It was as if they had never been here.
At this moment, as soon as Bitao returned to the Cangsheng Palace, Zhan Kui rushed up to her, about to ask her where she had gone last night and why she hadn't returned.
Tell her that a group of girlfriends had a small party last night, but she, as the host, missed it.
As soon as she got close to Bitao, she dramatically stepped back.
"It smells so strong, like gold spirits..." she exclaimed in astonishment.
"You and Mingguang are going to go this far?"
"You...you're wearing Mingguang's clothes, and you just swagger back like that?" Zhan Kui cupped his hands and said to Bi Tao, "My apologies for my rudeness..."
Instead of looking smug, Bitao looked rather distressed.
This made Zhan Kui too embarrassed to tease her anymore.
Bitao returned to her room and cleansed herself of the mixed golden spirit.
I thought this might be a bit troublesome.
In Bitao's view, she likes Mingguang, loves Mingguang, and now Mingguang loves her too, so there are no obstacles between them.
Actions speak louder than words. What is the meaning of "body and soul in harmony"? Using everything you have to please the other person and yourself is a more suitable way to express love.
If all the lovelorn men and women in this world could clearly explain their feelings, listing them in detail, comparing and weighing them, and calculating who gave more and who gave less, they would be able to understand each other better.
It's highly unlikely that any couple could possibly grow old together in this world, even if they only live to see each other for a short time.
But she and Mingguang can do whatever they want in private. Whatever she does in front of Mingguang is just fun between the two of them behind closed doors.
The so-called positions that stood between the two of them, the exploitation that Bitao had to admit, were things that Mingguang couldn't understand for a while. Bitao just had to coax him and explain slowly.
But if Mingguang were to make a public appearance at the Prison Palace while he was in the midst of this crisis, Bitao was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear the humiliation and would jump into the Jade Pool in shame and indignation.
What if he gets stuck on this and thinks she did it on purpose? Wouldn't Mingguang's little daring act, which she had just begun to show, have to be pulled back again?!
Moreover, the relationship between the Ancient Immortal Clan and You Tian's merit-based immortal positions is now extremely hostile, and the "grudges" between her and Ming Guang in the competition arena have attracted the attention of the Nine Heavens.
Mingguang's public appearance with her fairy spirit is likely to cause an uproar in the heavens.
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