Chapter 120 Intimidation and Subjugation Had he seen her before? ...
From a young age, Bitao benefited from Mingguang's mastery of all the world's exquisite martial arts techniques. Mingguang was diligent, and she followed suit, reading extensively and studying countless classic texts.
If we disregard celestial rank and focus solely on cultivation techniques and moves, she might not necessarily lose even against celestial masters.
Given the abundance of spiritual energy, when faced with these misfits who had been sentenced at some unknown time, who had become lazy and focused on harming others after descending to the mortal realm, neglecting their cultivation techniques, Bi Tao's tendons and bones hadn't even been fully developed before the group collapsed.
Seeing this, the Supreme God of Origin finally spoke, saying lightly, "Let's go, disciple."
But Dongjun held his arm tightly.
"Master... wait a moment."
Dongjun watched as the female immortal, whose figure moved like lightning, disemboweled people in a single move, and, after swallowing the immortal pearl, her methods were ruthless yet left with a trace of life. In the blink of an eye, she had already taken down several banished immortals who had arrived later.
A gleam of excited crimson light flashed in his eyes once more.
His voice was somewhat hoarse as he pleaded with his master, "Let's take another look."
The Supreme God did not speak, but stood quietly in place, watching with his disciple.
After knocking the people down, Bitao picked up a knife from the ground and began to cut them open one by one, digging out all the immortal pearls.
However, they did not forget to give these people appropriate treatment to ensure that their lives were not in danger.
The immortals that Bitao had released earlier swarmed forward, looted all the magical artifacts from their bodies, and bound their hands and feet.
The situation turned around in the blink of an eye.
Bitao clutched a few blood-stained beads in her hand, surveyed the inside and outside of the prison for a moment, and then returned to the group.
Although the formations here are more sophisticated than those outside, they don't have any function of recording images or monitoring.
Bitao learned from the people who had been imprisoned there for a long time that this prison was controlled by these few people.
“Although I am blind, I am extremely sensitive to sound,” said the former guardian celestial master. “Besides them and those mortals, there are only the celestial beings who have been harmed coming and going here. No one else has ever been here.”
In other words, after these people were brought under control, this prison cell temporarily became a safe haven.
Instead of rushing out with her people, Bitao slowly approached the fox-eyed girl from whom she had initially dug out her immortal pearl.
The gash on his stomach had actually been almost completely healed by Bitao's wood spirit.
But he knew he had lost the Immortal Pearl. This terrifying feeling of being unable to resist and being reduced to fish on the chopping block made him feel as if all his internal organs had been ripped out.
I can't go on living like this anymore.
He was so scared that he could barely breathe.
There it was, panting like a dying wild dog.
Bitao walked over and half-squatted down next to him. He didn't even dare to glare at her. He regarded Bitao as a tiger or a ferocious beast and moved his body away from her.
But she was so scared of herself that she had no strength left and could only blink rapidly.
Bitao chuckled softly.
“You scared me so badly back then, I thought you had some backbone.”
Bitao reached out, her fingers hovering beside his eyes, and gently brushed against his wildly fluttering eyelashes, like a beast that wasn't hungry at all toying with its prey that was already in its mouth.
"Didn't you ask me before what my innate skills were and remind me to keep them hidden?"
Bitao's eyes were filled with malice as she toyed with the few immortal beads in her hands, making them jingle, but she smiled brightly like spring flowers: "My innate skill is to kill immortals. Countless immortals like you have died directly or indirectly at my hands."
Bitao wasn't lying; she just selectively told the truth.
Indeed, many immortals died indirectly at her hands, primarily because they wanted to harm her.
However, using this to scare fox-eyed people is clearly very effective now.
Bitao squatted there, looking somewhat distressed, and said with one hand supporting her face, "What should I do? I couldn't hide properly and you found out."
Just as the fox-eyed creature was about to take flight with its fluttering eyelashes, Bitao said again, "Oh, don't be afraid, I don't kill mortals."
“You are now a mortal. Killing you will incur karma, and I will be unable to ascend to heaven and attain my position. You were the one who told me this rule.”
Bitao extended a finger and touched the fox's eye.
Suddenly, seemingly out of the blue, she said, "I might have forgotten to tell you, but from the first moment I saw you, I thought your eyes were beautiful."
Bitao traced his eyelids upwards: "Slightly upturned, like a cunning and alluring little fox."
Bitao's peach blossom eyes were fixed intently on those fox eyes, looking down at them with a tender, affectionate gaze.
Dongjun, who was watching this scene from not far away, was about to mistakenly think that she had some kind of romantic interest in the fox-eye when Bitao showed no mercy and inserted her finger directly into the edge of the fox-eye's eye.
"Ah... Ahhhhhh—"
Fox Eyes, who hadn't even screamed when his belly was ripped open, finally couldn't help but scream wildly.
But he couldn't escape at all, because Bitao was controlling him with her wood spirit, making it impossible for him to even close his eyes.
He watched helplessly as one of his eyes was gouged out.
While digging, Bitao also used wood spirit to protect the blood vessels and veins that had been exposed from her eyes.
They dug one out, wrapped it in wood spirit, and suspended it in mid-air. Then they changed their position and dug up another one.
The entire cell was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Those rescued by Bitao looked at her, who was gouging out people's eyeballs without batting an eye, and their faces showed intense, unconcealable fear.
Fortunately, Bitao was quick and efficient, and this "torture" ended quickly.
The fox-eyed man went from covering his abdomen to covering his eyes.
He rolled and thrashed on the ground, in utter despair. He slammed his head against the ground, attempting to kill himself.
So that's where those two hard bones were growing.
Bitao reacted quickly, using her Wood Spirit to restrain him and even stopping the bleeding from his eyes.
Turning to the silent crowd, he said, "Two of you, come and tie him up."
Bitao said, "Don't let him die so easily."
To onlookers, these words were tantamount to saying, "I'm going to make him wish he were dead."
Someone stumbled over and, following Bitao's instructions, tied up the fox-eyed creature that was trying to commit suicide.
Bitao reached out and picked up the two eyeballs wrapped in wood spirit, then walked back among the crowd.
He patted the guardian master on the shoulder, who was unaware of what was happening, and ordered him, "Sit down."
The guardian deity heard screams and knew that the female immortal had been torturing people, but he was not afraid. He felt that those people deserved to die.
He sat down as Bitao instructed, and then Bitao tore off the white cloth covering his eyes, which was already soaked with blood.
Before the Dharma Protector could react, Bitao subdued him and then stuffed one of the eyeballs that she had just dug out of the fox's eye socket into the Dharma Protector's eye socket.
"ah!"
The process is definitely painful.
The flesh and blood that do not belong to oneself are reconnected and grow with the help of the Wood Spirit, and this process is definitely not a comfortable experience.
But Bitao didn't give him a chance to hesitate or resist. She quickly stuffed the other eyeball in as well and infused his brow with wood spirit.
A healing, ethereal green light once enveloped the ever-burning lamp in the room.
When Bitao stopped, the magic pearl that belonged to the fox eye that she had been holding in her mouth had shrunk by a size.
Bitao released the guardian master from his restraints, squatted down in front of him, and watched as his eyeballs rolled rapidly around several times, indicating that he had settled into his new home.
Then the Dharma Protector suddenly opened his eyes—the first thing he saw was Bi Tao's blood-stained body, and her beautiful eyes and eyebrows that could not be hidden even by the mess.
The Dharma Protector had just gotten used to being able to locate things by sound after losing his sight when he suddenly regained his sight with the help of others. Bitao, in order to observe his recovery, got quite close to him—the scene was incredibly impactful.
He instinctively stepped back, half-lying on his back.
Bitao squatted there, watching the Dharma Protector Master along with a group of people.
The fear in his eyes lingered for a long time. It was unclear whether the guardian celestial master was frightened by Bitao, or whether the fox-eyed man's fear of Bitao had been carried into his new body by those eyes.
The Dharma Protector took a while to react, looking around before finally fixing his gaze on Bitao's face. Then, two lines of clear tears mixed with blood streamed down his face.
He stood up, but knelt down on both knees directly in the direction of Bitao.
Before she could even offer her thanks, Bitao didn't want to hear such useless thanks.
She interrupted him and asked, "You said so regretfully that we would never meet, but now you have."
"So, how different am I from what you imagined?"
The Dharma Protector looked up at Bitao, his eyes still wet with blood and tears, his heart overflowing with overwhelming gratitude, but Bitao so lightly choked him up.
He opened his mouth, but the first sound that came out was something like a sob.
He quickly suppressed his emotions, cupped his hands, and said in a trembling voice to Bitao, "Seeing is believing."
He's also a cultured person.
If Binglun had this kind of culture, she wouldn't have been ridiculed so much.
Bitao laughed, and seeing that he looked like he was about to kowtow again, she asked, "Am I beautiful?"
This time, the Dharma Protector Master was completely stunned by the question.
But soon, he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect again, as if racking his brains to praise Bitao.
But after a long while, none of the words of praise that flashed through his mind could describe the female immortal in front of him.
It was as if all those flowery descriptions were too light and airy to describe her, just as clouds and mist could not be used to describe the ruggedness and solidity of mountains; words failed to capture her essence.
In the end, the Dharma Protector only managed to utter one heart-wrenching word: "Beautiful."
Beauty is evident from the inside out, from the soul to the appearance, from character to style.
Bitao laughed: "Get up, even if you kowtow to me, I won't become more beautiful."
She reached out her hand, kept one for herself, and stuffed the remaining beads directly into the hands of the Dharma Protector.
"Find a few people who are still able-bodied and divide them among yourselves. We need some people to recover their strength before we can plan our next move."
The guardian deity, holding those blood-stained beads, was stunned once again.
The onlookers gasped.
This time, it wasn't fear, it was shock.
The celestial pearl is of utmost importance to a banished immortal, something this female immortal, who has only recently been sentenced to descend to the mortal realm, probably has no idea.
She actually wants to distribute these beads to them?
Some of them had bloodshot eyes, from excitement.
Some people were aroused by greed and became restless.
But without exception, no one dared to make a move.
Bitao's abilities and intelligence had completely impressed these people. They knew very well that even if they seized these immortal pearls, they would still be no match for this female immortal.
However, the Dharma Protector did not show any joy at being "entrusted with an important task".
Holding those precious celestial pearls that he could neither obtain nor protect, he said in a trembling voice, "Fairy, you probably don't know that these celestial pearls are the foundation upon which this banished immortal established himself in this world."
"Without the Immortal Pearl, one cannot access spiritual energy. Even if the Immortal Pearl within one's body has not been extracted, the limit is that one can only access two or three tenths of the spiritual energy."
"This realm is unimaginably dangerous, and there are countless organizations like these immortals in the mountains, making a living by killing and selling other immortals. These immortal pearls..."
The guardian celestial master wished he could pour all the importance of these celestial pearls into Bitao's mind in one breath.
He completely ignored the burning gazes directed at him from behind, and to prevent anything from going wrong, he even quickened his pace several times over.
But Bitao interrupted him once again.
He said, "No need to say anything, I know everything."
"Just distribute them as I say."
Bitao knew all this, and she switched the position of the small fairy pearl in her mouth.
She knew that without a Celestial Pearl, one was just a mortal; she knew that even with a Celestial Pearl, without the blessing of other people's Celestial Pearls, one was no better than a mortal.
She knew that having someone else's celestial pearl in her mouth made it much easier to mobilize spiritual energy.
She also understood more clearly that the unspoken rules of this world all pointed to one thing—that is, only by devouring immortals and "eating people" could one truly survive and live well.
But she didn't have the guardian deities distribute these celestial beads because she was poor and generous or naively kind.
In such a dangerous world, no matter how capable she is, how far can she go on her own?
She needs help.
Just like the immortals in the mountains who appear to be united but are actually wary and covetous of each other, they still have to grit their teeth and form a team.
When the sea is raging, small fish are most likely to die; only fish that are closely clustered together have a greater chance of survival.
The Dharma Protector Master didn't understand this principle at first, but he should understand it now.
He stood up, holding the beads, and met the eager, greedy, and smug eyes behind him.
He took a deep breath and quickly pointed out several of them.
Before these few people could even express their elation, the others objected!
"I'm a good fighter too! Why won't you give it to me?!"
"My innate skill is Pathfinding, which allows me to draw a map of the path I see within my spiritual platform. It's a skill they can't take away. If we want to escape, the Immortal Pearl is the most suitable choice for me!"
"Give me!"
The group almost came to blows.
In order to regain her chance to be a banished immortal, it wouldn't be surprising if Bitao actually fought back.
She carried a bloodstained knife but did not go to help the guardian deity.
Instead, he ignored everyone else and began torturing the banished immortals whose celestial pearls had been extracted.
"How many people are there in this mountain?" Bitao asked.
The weasel, limp on the ground, was timid; he was nearly scared to death when Bitao approached with a knife.
He stammered, "Two thousand... no, no, more than three thousand people, including mortals!"
Bitao was satisfied and let him go for the time being. She then pointed her knife at the next person and asked, "How many immortals are there in this mountain, and what are their cultivation levels?"
This person happens to have short legs and an appearance somewhat similar to Guanghan.
The blade was pressed against his gorgeous face, and he quickly said, "Two! Two immortals who guard the mountain, each with many immortal pearls in their hands!"
"But I don't know about his cultivation level..."
"How do you even know his cultivation level?!"
As expected, a serious dispute arose on the side of the Dharma Protector.
Several groups of people began to confront each other. Some pointed their fingers at the Dharma Protector and asked him, "Have you fought with him? You gave him the Immortal Pearl only because he helped you when you weren't looking! This is favoritism!"
Then another person stood up and accused the Dharma Protector Master: "It's completely unfair of you to distribute them! You couldn't even see us before, how did you know who was stronger?!"
The situation reached a stalemate for a moment.
At that moment, Bitao raised her long sword and stomped it hard on the ground with a loud thud.
Bitao chopped off one of the short-legged creature's legs.
"Aa ...
The little short-legged creature let out a shrill, inhuman howl.
Blood spurted out in torrents.
The spray was directed directly at the people arguing.
On their disheveled robes, it seemed as if small flowers were blooming.
The arguing crowd immediately fell silent, each one like a crane with its neck being choked, head held high and body tense.
I dare not make any more noise.
Even Dongjun, who had been observing from the shadows, blinked rapidly at Bitao's sudden move.
His eyes were now completely filled with red, obscuring his golden pupils.
That was a sign of his extreme excitement and happiness.
He was breathing rapidly, but Shangyuan Shenzhen remained expressionless, placing his hand on his eldest disciple's back.
He transmitted his voice secretly: "Don't get too excited."
The Golden Crow clan is prone to revealing their true forms when they become overly excited.
If it's just a fledgling, at most its eyes will become bloodshot when it gets excited.
However, Dongjun's original form had already reached adulthood.
His true form could instantly turn everyone in this room into charcoal and turn the entire mountain into a furnace.
As the divine energy from the Upper Source God flowed in, the red in Dongjun's eyes finally subsided somewhat.
He remained fixed on the direction of the female immortal.
Bitao used the wood spirit to stop the bleeding from the short-legged boy, then held his leg up to his face: "You've never seen your own legs from this angle, have you? To be honest, they're a bit short and don't match your face."
“I know a celestial being who is even more beautiful than you, and has longer legs.”
Bitao sighed, "He's just too good-looking, so he can still make a fortune by living off a woman."
"But you don't need to be afraid. You know I am Mu Ling. I can gouge out the eyes of your fellow Daoist Yunmeng and give them to someone else. I can also reattach the leg that was cut off from you."
"Now answer me, what exactly are the cultivation levels of these two immortals who guard the mountain?"
Everyone in the room fell silent again.
Clearly, Bitao's feint and intimidation tactic had made them all hesitate to advance.
Dongjun excitedly transmitted his voice to his master, saying, "She's intimidating them; she's so clever!"
"She didn't try to move these people with hypocrisy; she knew they couldn't be moved! It's all about the victors and the vanquished; there might be people among them who had harmed others in the past."
"Only absolute force and absolute power can deter and rule them!"
"Moreover...the more indifferent she appears to human life and the more casually she handles life and death, the more obvious the deterrent effect will be."
"Master, please help me identify this celestial maiden from the Nine Heavens, and from which ancient immortal clan? Her original form should be a predator! Is she a cheetah or a tiger?"
"And what crime did she commit? Could it really be murder of an immortal?"
Dongjun was so excited that he was trembling.
However, Uehara Shinjin sighed imperceptibly and did not answer him immediately.
Instead, she said, "Guess what she wanted to ask the banished immortal who guards this mountain?"
Dongjun's attention was indeed diverted, mainly because he was just too happy right now.
His blood was completely ignited, and he even felt that this female immortal might be the one who could truly resonate with his thoughts.
When his master talked to him about reincarnation and star orbits, he mentioned the destined person.
It is said that because his destiny chart was shifted, the person originally destined for him became someone else.
Dongjun has always been disdainful of the ancient immortal clan's practice of arranged marriages to maintain the purity of their bloodline.
The idea of a predestined person is utter nonsense.
If he remained in the Taiqing Realm as the Celestial Emperor, he would naturally marry the female immortal with the best aptitude. Only in that way could he continue to nurture the Golden Crow clan, whose magical power is the strongest.
He did not want to be an emperor, nor did he want to be like his father, abandoning all his personal desires and yearnings, and endlessly imprisoned on the yin-yang sundial where the stars revolve.
He will naturally find his destined one himself!
Dongjun's eyes were fixed on the female immortal's figure as he answered his master's question: "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle."
"She was thinking of understanding her opponent first, so that if she was stopped when she led her people to escape, she would know how to fight back."
Shangyuan Shenzhen didn't speak again, and the two continued to watch quietly.
The purpose of using the peach blossom as a deterrent has been achieved.
The little boy with short legs cried so hard he could barely breathe, saying to Bitao, "I really don't know, I really don't know! Fairy, fairy, I beg you, please let me go! Sell me to the mortal world, I'm willing to be a mortal! Put my legs back on, waaaaaah..."
At this moment, the group of people who had been frightened by Bitao became obedient, like raccoon dogs whose fur had been stroked. Their voices softened and their eyes became clear.
But the Dharma Protector Master came over and said to Bitao, "Fairy, he probably really doesn't know."
"None of us knew either."
"In this world, one cannot discern the cultivation level of an immortal unless one engages in combat."
"This world has no cultivation world, nor do it have cultivators who belong to this world. Unlike the ordinary Xuanxing World, there is no classification of cultivators."
"It is roughly estimated that there are over 100,000 people in this realm of banished immortals, most of whom are banished immortals, and some are mortals hired to do things."
After the Dharma Protector finished explaining, Bitao nodded.
And they actually managed to reattach the short leg.
The Wood Spirit's regenerative abilities were put to full use in this realm thanks to the immortal pearl that someone else had mentioned in Bi Tao's words.
However, Bitao reattached his leg backwards.
"Oh dear," said Bitao, "I'm so sorry, you screamed so loudly that I was in such a hurry that my hand slipped and I caught you crookedly."
"But I don't see anything wrong with it. Aren't you going to the mortal realm to be a mortal?"
“I heard from Fellow Daoist Yunmeng that even if a banished immortal goes to the mortal realm, he will be captured. There is an organization called the Banished Immortal Alliance that will make the most of you.”
"Look, your leg can be used now, right? Plus, Yunmeng's eyes are gone, the two of you together can do some bizarre performances."
Bitao was so serious that the onlookers, including the little guy whose leg had been reattached, didn't react immediately.
The first to laugh was Dongjun, who instantly understood her malice and revenge.
"Pfft... Hahahahahaha!" Dongjun couldn't help but laugh.
He hadn't met someone as interesting as this fairy for many years.
Or perhaps he has never encountered it at all!
He laughed so loudly that he could no longer hide his figure.
The Supreme God of Origin exposed himself alone in the prison cell and then disappeared on the spot.
Attracted by the sudden sound, everyone looked toward Dongjun, who was already doubled over with laughter.
Bitao's eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly.
She clearly saw that Dongjun was missing when she was inspecting the formation.
Now Dongjun has suddenly reappeared, and all his previous disarray has vanished... It's clear that Shangyuan Shenzhen has been here.
Dongjun leaned on the railing and laughed for a long time under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Then he reached out and wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of his eye.
Looking at Bitao raising her hands, she said, "Actually, I was forced into this by them before, and I was just trying to survive."
“I know everything about this mountain, and I also know the true strength of the two people who are in charge of the mountain.”
"Count me in, and I can lead you out of the mountains."
As Dongjun spoke, his eyes were fixed on Bitao.
Bitao did not wish to have too much interaction with Dongjun.
Bitao had no idea what he was up to.
But since he took the initiative to follow... it's better than him secretly spying on us without any ulterior motives.
But before she could speak, Dongjun had already seen the agreement in her eyes and walked towards the crowd.
Although no one came forward to say that they had been chased and captured by Dongjun, which led to their predicament, they all looked at him with great vigilance.
Bitao stood up, carrying her knife, and glanced at Dongjun, whose smile was so radiant that his white teeth were showing, making it impossible to find any trace of Mingguang. She could hardly bear to look at him.
She still preferred Mingguang's restrained manner, wanting to laugh but too embarrassed to laugh out loud, always managing to only slightly raise the corners of his mouth while desperately trying to suppress it.
Every time she saw him smile like that, Bitao felt that he was like a honey jar with a tiny leak.
A little bit of syrup drips down, it's very sweet, but not overly cloying.
If you want to eat more, you have to put your mouth close to the opening and suck hard.
Only when your lips feel numb and sore from sucking can you truly savor the nectar, leaving you with a lingering and unforgettable aftertaste.
Bitao started having images in her mind that she couldn't bear to see.
However, he also skillfully replicates Mingguang's serious demeanor in all situations.
He said, "He got these people drunk beforehand, brought the key, and lured the mortal guards away."
Bitao said, "Otherwise, I would not have been able to remove the magical artifacts from my body, nor would I have been able to leave the prison to rescue you."
She had already established herself as the leader among this group, making the final decision, and everyone, whether forced or genuinely accepting it, relaxed.
As Dongjun said, not all of these people are necessarily good people. Their brief interaction is merely a gathering for mutual benefit. If they can gain a powerful general, there is no need to care about whether this person has previously aided and abetted evil.
However, the guardian celestial master still didn't seem to trust Dongjun very much.
He frowned slightly, looked at Bitao and said, "But fairy, although we have obtained these few fairy pearls, we are still just a weak and ineffective army."
"If he turns against us the moment we step out, wouldn't we be caught in a pincer movement?"
Upon hearing the Dharma Protector's gentle and mild words, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Yes, this person was already very comfortable in this mountain. Compared to the people in the mountain, do we need to choose who is stronger?
This world is as fierce as a pack of tigers chasing a deer; only by having powerful companions can one hunt prey and survive longer.
If given the choice of stronger allies, most of them, not to mention those who were already part of this group of immortals in the mountains, would switch sides without hesitation.
In this way, Dongjun's surrender is completely unbelievable.
Dongjun's smile froze slightly as he met the eyes of the guardian celestial master he had switched places with, and he curled his lips into a smile.
This time, however, his smile was extremely wicked.
He has plenty of ways to convince these people.
In his room, there were many immortal beads that he had robbed from others. He could just take out a few and these people would behave themselves.
If all else fails... he could dig out the "immortal pearl" from his stomach on the spot and hand it over to this female immortal for safekeeping.
But before he could offer any enticement, Bitao stepped forward slightly, blocking him from the group of immortals.
Bitao tapped her forehead with the hilt of her sword and said, "Everyone need not worry. This immortal lord... is an old friend of mine."
“I can vouch for him; he will not betray us.”
She didn't know what task the Heavenly Dao of Myriad Realms had given Dongjun, but Dongjun must have had his reasons for staying in their team.
Bitao Club will fully cooperate.
Besides, he is Mingguang's older brother after all.
Dongjun stared wide-eyed in astonishment at Bitao's "protective" gesture.
Looking at her back, which stood between him and the others, a gleam of intense interest flashed in his eyes.
This was the first time in his life that he had experienced being protected by someone other than his master.
Why did she vouch for him? On what grounds did she vouch for him?
This feeling is truly amazing.
And are they... close old friends?
Had he seen her before?
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