Chapter 130 Embracing "He's talking nonsense!"
Sometimes, the ancient immortals have a destined person.
Most of the destined couples are ancient divine couples. After countless generations of inheritance, in order to strengthen the power of the ancient immortal clan and produce offspring with stronger bloodlines and divine power, they are destined by heaven to be born as a pair.
If destined individuals are born together, some unusual phenomena will occur.
For example, if the celestial weather was unusual at the time of their birth, or if both individuals had the mark of an ancient divine agreement to be bound together for eternity.
Even more so, when the destined person is born, the heavens will be filled with colorful lights and all kinds of beasts will roar.
Most of the time, even if destined people meet after they have grown up, it will still be a meeting of kindred spirits, just like the saying goes, "A single encounter in the golden autumn breeze and jade dew surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world."
Some people may have had a lover before meeting their destined one, and may even rebel for love.
But fate cannot be defied. No matter how many twists and turns or unexpected events occur, those destined to be together will eventually come together.
Just like the sun setting and the moon rising, and the changing of the seasons, it is irreversible.
Master Dongjun is a supreme deity, and his Eye of All Laws can indeed trace the origins of people, things, and events.
Dongjun would never deceive Mingguang with such a thing.
Dongjun even felt that the reason he was so instantly smitten with Bitao was because of the destiny of the destined one.
After tracing back to Yin Han Gu, he saw Bi Tao's various actions. Although he felt that she had climbed from a wild fairy to her current position because of her great ability and cunning methods.
If Dongjun had not met Bitao under these circumstances, he would have followed her to see how far she could go.
They might even be pleased to see her trample on those outdated and rigid rules, and perhaps even give her a helping hand, allowing her to break through the "sky net" that no one has dared to touch for generations.
But she climbed to her position by stepping on her own brother.
She was so wicked towards Mingguang, using his status and position to promote herself, coveting his looks, taking advantage of his kind nature, stubbornness, and lack of understanding of love, forcing him, deceiving him, and not only getting her hands on him, but also trying to disrupt his competition results. This was truly despicable.
Dongjun looked serious, genuinely trying to persuade his younger brother not to stray further down the wrong path.
Mingguang's expression went blank for a moment upon hearing the phrase "the destined one," before suddenly turning gloomy.
This wasn't a pretense directed at Yin Hangu; rather, his entire internal organs, liver, and intestines were all tangled together.
He spoke, his voice chilling as he repeated, "The destined one..."
“She is a wild fairy spirit formed from the peach wood of Juntian Dushuo Mountain. She has been with me since the moment she was formed and landed. You have always been living your carefree life as a True Lord in Shangqing Realm. You have never come back even once. Before this star realm, you had never even met.”
"How could Little Peach Branch be your destined one?"
How would I know?
Dongjun said, "Perhaps she is not some wild fairy, but simply an incarnation of a deity who has not awakened the power of ancient inheritance."
"impossible!"
Mingguang became uncontrollably excited.
"Little Peach Branch is not the incarnation of any god. She was born with both purity and impurity in her body. She is just... just an ordinary wild fairy."
"And you are the eldest son of the Immortal Emperor, the Golden Crow with the purest bloodline, symbolizing the ruler of the Nine Heavens. If you hadn't gone to the Upper Clarity Realm, you should have been the next Emperor of the Nine Heavens!"
"Your destined person will never be a wild fairy."
Mingguang said firmly, "There is no ill fate between me and Xiaotaozhi. We love each other deeply and our love is stronger than gold."
Dongjun frowned as he looked at the stubborn Mingguang. After a moment of thought, he said, "Perhaps it is because I went to Shangqing Realm that Heaven, as punishment, assigned me such a destined person."
Mingguang opened his mouth to refute, but he could only tremble his lips in vain.
A thousand turbulent waves surged within him, instantly shattering all his self-defending fortresses.
He even felt a buzzing sound in his ears.
That's impossible.
Xiao Taozhi could not possibly be the one destined for Dongjun.
They were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little.
They did it for their beloved… no, for their dearest love!
"You're lying to me," Mingguang said through gritted teeth. "You're only saying these things to break me up with Xiaotaozhi, aren't you?"
Why did you do that?!
Mingguang's emotions began to collapse under the invisible turmoil. The extreme emotions he had suppressed began to pour out like a burst dam. He swayed and tried to find a foothold for himself.
“You were born to be the emperor, the best candidate to be the emperor, but you gave up the responsibility and ran away to Shangqing Realm, leaving everything on my shoulders.”
“I have been compared to you since I was a child, and I am inferior to you in every way.”
“The so-called guards and attendants all over the place will discipline, bind, betray, and criticize me if I make the slightest mistake or have the slightest selfish desire.”
“You’ve seen the competition. Once I stop scheming for those people, I have nothing left. After the storm passes, the only thing willing to shield me from the wind and rain is the wild fairy spirit formed from a large peach wood.”
"She told me that I could entrust everything I was unwilling to face, didn't want to face, or dared not face to her."
"She's all I have left."
"Brother, are you going to take even this now?"
"You want me to break up with her, and then what?"
"So you can be with her, with your destined one, legitimately now, right?"
“Then what am I…” Mingguang’s eyes were filled with tears, making his golden pupils shimmer with a light like scattered gold.
Dong Jun was speechless for a moment.
He did indeed abandon his responsibilities as the Emperor of Taiqing Realm and ran away from home to Shangqing Realm.
But at that time, he had just been born and was still a "little child".
He had no idea he would have a younger brother.
A younger brother born to shoulder this responsibility.
When Dongjun first saw that Mingguang looked exactly like him, he was even horrified and wondered if Mingguang was a child whose parents had specially copied him.
The ancient immortal clan of the Nine Heavens has many methods for replicating the successors.
But Dongjun didn't dare to mention it at all.
But it was precisely because of this slight feeling of guilt and remorse that he couldn't bear to watch Mingguang continue making mistakes.
Before seeking out Mingguang, Dongjun had carefully inquired with his master about whether his destined partner and Mingguang had a future together.
The Upper God can trace back to the past, but cannot see into the future.
They just said they couldn't see it clearly.
Mingguang has already been so deceived. If he loses all his usefulness and is then abandoned by that cunning Bitao, how can he bear it?
Dongjun explained to Mingguang, "What are you thinking? I did have some feelings for her, but those feelings only existed when she was a little carp."
"After I found out she was Bitao, I had absolutely no feelings for her anymore. She and you... and you... how could I possibly be with her?"
Dongjun's expression also turned cold. His expression, when he didn't smile, was exactly the same as Mingguang's, but with an even stronger, more uncontrollable ferocity.
In Dongjun's view, Mingguang was completely irrational.
He was so badly deceived by that peach blossom that he lost himself and his dignity.
Although Dongjun is unrestrained and unconventional in nature, he has completely inherited the power and thought of the ancient immortal clan.
His pride runs deep in his soul, even though he has recently lost face because of the peach blossom incident.
The most embarrassing situation I've ever experienced in my life.
However, after tracing the origins of Yin Han Gu, his fleeting, accidental affection for Bi Tao vanished amidst his arrogance.
Mingguang actually thought he wanted to steal a woman from his younger brother?
For Dongjun, this was an even greater humiliation than being slapped in the face in front of all the immortals in the Nine Heavens.
He looked at Mingguang as if he were looking at a fool who had been bewitched by a seductive ghost and was willingly offering himself as a sacrifice.
Dongjun raised his hand and pointed to the sky, swearing, "I have absolutely no intention of competing with you. We are connected by blood, how can we turn against each other because of a woman?"
Wouldn't that make us a laughing stock in both regions?
Mingguang's expression did not improve at all because of Dongjun's oath; instead, he looked at him with extreme gloom and vigilance.
Dongjun frowned slightly, looking at Mingguang with a solemn expression and a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.
“Little Peach Branch has been chasing me for a hundred years, and her feelings for me are genuine. I can tell what is being played, so you don’t need to worry about it.”
Mingguang clenched his fists tightly inside his sleeves and said resolutely, "I will never be separated from her."
"What is Little Peach Juice? Did she tell you her name was Little Peach Juice?"
"She also told me her name is Little Carp."
"And what do you mean by saying she chased you for a hundred years and that her feelings for you were genuine?"
"What kind of mindset does she have, and what kind do you have? You can't outsmart her at all."
"She chased you for a hundred years just to climb over your head and get ahead, and you actually think she genuinely likes you?"
“I don’t know how you got along when you were in the Nine Heavens, but I watched as she used you as a stepping stone in the competition.”
Mingguang opened his mouth to defend Bitao.
Dongjun raised his hand to stop Mingguang.
His tone was no longer agitated, but rather calm: "Mingguang, I know what you want to say. But even if fighting in the arena is normal, have you ever thought about why, if she really cared about you, she wouldn't have revealed even a trace of her plans to you? If she had just said one word, you wouldn't have struggled for decades in the mortal world to find her and to reshape her soul, only to end up with nothing to show for it."
"She couldn't tell me at the time because... there were always people trying to harm her!" During the competition, Eun Han-gu would be monitoring her at all times, so how could she reveal her plans?
Mingguang's chest heaved violently, his clenched arms inside his sleeves, veins bulging, the veins spreading down his arms, out of his collar, and up to the side of his neck.
He looked at Dongjun and said, "What do you know if you haven't experienced it firsthand!"
"Okay, okay, I don't understand."
Dongjun nodded in agreement: "Even if she likes you, I'm certain she only likes your face."
"I have never been attracted to anyone in my life. I have seen all kinds of beauties, from immortals and demons to ghosts and mortals. I admit that she is somewhat clever, which makes me curious about what she is up to."
"But if that's all there is to it, am I the kind of person who's just being delusional? It's only because of the intense and affectionate look in her eyes that I misunderstood."
Dongjun recalled Bitao's comment to him: "I see that look in the eyes of all the dogs on the street."
He said to Mingguang, "Even if a dog on the street had your face, she would take a second look at it."
Mingguang took a small step back, his face flushed red with anger.
He glared at Dongjun like an enemy, his teeth grinding together.
Only by forcibly suppressing myself could I avoid fighting with him on the spot.
Even when he suddenly encountered the struggle between Dongjun and Xiaotaozhi, he was able to recognize Dongjun's aura and stop in his anger and intense Yin energy.
How much he longed to cherish those kinship ties he had never received!
He was unwilling to clash with his own brother again unless it was absolutely necessary.
He forced himself to suppress his anger.
Then he said, "Anyway, I will never let go. Even if the Heavenly Dao comes in person, Little Peach Branch will still be mine."
Dongjun's heartfelt words were treated like dog farts.
He was so angry that his mind was buzzing and he was completely dazed.
He glared at his younger brother, his suppressed anger turning into a sharp sneer: "Give me back my people?"
"I think you're her dog! Loyal and devoted, you wouldn't betray your master even if you were punched and kicked, right?"
"How could I have such a stupid younger brother? And you call yourself a member of the Golden Crow clan?"
"I think you're one of those idiots!"
Dongjun was so angry that he looked up at the sky, thinking that the appearance of such a fool among his people was probably the most terrible punishment from Heaven.
Dongjun asked Mingguang, "You're so stupid, do your father and mother completely ignore you?!"
Mingguang was able to suppress his anger, remembering that Dongjun was his own brother.
But Dongjun just keeps bringing up the very things he doesn't want to talk about.
One sentence directly hit Mingguang's most hidden and least willing-to-admit pain.
If heartbreak had a sound, it would be as crisp as cracking ice and shattering jade.
Just like the strange sound that Mingguang heard at that moment.
Before him stood his older brother, whom he had suppressed his feelings, harbored doubts for years, and endured longing for for many years.
The anxiety I felt when I went to Shangqingjing with my mother to see Dongjun last time was still deeply etched in my heart.
But now, all of this has been shattered by Dongjun himself.
Anyone can ask that question, but he can't!
He alone, like a shadow, has loomed over Mingguang for hundreds of years. He received everything that Mingguang eagerly hoped for, and then lightly abandoned it. He should not say such things to Mingguang!
Mingguang suddenly loosened his fist. The tension he felt only with his closest relatives, the resistance that prevented him from communicating, and the anger at his beloved being belittled—all of these shattered like a statue collapsing with Dongjun's question.
He looked at Dongjun for a moment, chuckled softly, but his eyes were filled with indifference.
He doesn't plan to have any older brothers.
Anyway, he never did.
Once he gives up, Dongjun means nothing to him.
The shame and indignation on his face were gone, replaced by an eerie calm.
Or it could be called deathly stillness.
He looked at Dongjun and nodded, saying, "Yes, didn't you know?"
“My mother never cared about me, never hugged me, never praised me. All she ever said to me was that I was not as talented as her and urged me to cultivate properly.”
"I can count the number of times I've said something over the years on my fingers."
"As for my father... I don't know him at all."
"He has never said a word to me from childhood to adulthood."
“I competed in three rounds, and stood with him on the Six Imperial Platforms of Chongxiao twice, but he never even made eye contact with me.”
“In his eyes, I’m probably not even as good as a dog on the street.”
When people are in despair and heartbroken, they often say things that are so extreme that even they themselves are terrified.
Over the years, Mingguang has been so filial and obedient, doing his best in everything. In order to make up for his shortcomings through diligence, he even gave up his sleep, let alone his personal desires.
He said these words calmly, and by this point, at least he no longer had any resentment that he was forcibly suppressing.
There is only endless emptiness.
Mingguang looked at Dongjun and said, "You are the only good son in Father and Mother's hearts. No one can replace you. Even if I look exactly like you, it won't be enough. Are you satisfied now?"
Mingguang continued, "You're right, I am Bitao's dog."
"I'm willing."
"At least she won't be like my parents, always having so many complaints about me."
"Unlike my own brother, who hadn't seen me for hundreds of years, he completely denied everything about me the moment we met."
Dongjun looked astonished, his lips trembled, but he only managed to swallow a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.
He wanted to say: My mother didn't care about me much either. I've been gone for so many years. Back then, it was all the elders of the ancient immortal clans who tried to bring me back to Shangqing Realm. This was the first time she went to Shangqing Realm to find me, and it was so that I could protect Bitao, who had tricked both of us.
Dongjun simply couldn't understand what that woman, so wicked, so domineering, so cunning, had to protect.
But Dongjun realized that this was a secret mission, and he couldn't tell Mingguang about it, or he would be exposed to Yinhan Gu.
Therefore, Dongjun racked his brains for a long time but couldn't come up with any words to refute or comfort his younger brother, who seemed to be silently collapsing at the moment.
Dongjun did receive hugs and praise from his mother; although he didn't remember many, they weren't nonexistent.
The Azure Emperor, who was a gnomon for many years, also had the heart of a loving father and told him a story, though only once.
Dongjun's silence seemed to be his tacit agreement with everything Mingguang had said.
Mingguang felt there was nothing more to say and turned to leave.
Dongjun stepped forward, opened his arms, and suddenly embraced Mingguang.
The two men were the same height and looked exactly alike, both handsome and dashing.
They embraced each other, like a pair of jade statues.
Mingguang was taken aback.
Dongjun patted his back awkwardly twice, feeling a surge of guilt in his heart.
He truly had no idea that his younger brother, under his influence and in places unknown to him, was living a miserable life, like a little bitter gourd that had fallen from grace.
Over the years, all Dongjun had heard about Mingguang was how many supporters he had and how well he had managed the Taiqing Realm. Although some people said he lacked talent, Dongjun had personally tested him and found him to be quite capable.
Mingguang is not good at expressing himself and doesn't know how to ask for candy, so he only said these words when he was pushed to the limit...
That's why someone would willingly become a stepping stone for another person just because of a so-called "love" imposed on them.
Dongjun is not good at coaxing people. He is naturally eccentric and will never bow down to anyone.
But holding Mingguang in his arms, he struggled to find the words to comfort his wronged younger brother, just like a true older brother.
He said, "Father and Mother must have had their reasons. They are immortals of the Taiqing Realm..."
Before Dongjun could finish speaking, Mingguang suddenly reached out and shoved him away violently.
Caught off guard, Dongjun staggered back two steps.
Mingguang had already turned and run away.
They fled in panic.
He had longed for his family for so many years, yearning for their warmth and comfort.
But once they actually get it, they're like Lord Ye who loved dragons but was terrified of them; they have no idea how to handle it.
They were even frightened.
He would rather Dongjun continue arguing with him or even fight.
Mingguang ran back to his room, still shaken.
He had only ever hugged Xiao Taozhi, who was much smaller than him, in his entire life; he had never been hugged by someone of equal strength and the same height as him.
I felt extremely awkward all over.
Even after being back for so long, I still feel the sensation on my shoulders and back.
Then, unable to bear it any longer, he didn't even eat... and went to take a shower.
However, this behavior of needing to take a bath after being hugged by her brother was completely interpreted by Yin Hangu as Mingguang disliking Dongjun.
Even Dongjun felt that his younger brother was extremely resistant to him.
The force with which he was pushed was enormous.
He was also a little sad.
In truth, what Mingguang longed for, how could he not long for?
When he first arrived in Shangqing, he may well have had a rebellious streak, perhaps even a tendency to be persuaded.
He was only a few days old then, a time when he craved his parents' attention.
However, his father and mother spent very little time with him.
If his mother or father had come to Shangqingjing to pick him up a few times and coaxed him a little, he would have gone back long ago.
Dongjun never returned, and he refused to see Mingguang for so many years because he heard that his parents had given birth to a younger brother who could replace him.
Dongjun was secretly pleased when he heard that Mingguang's talent was inferior to his own, and he even felt that he was irreplaceable.
But compared to his younger brother, he seems to have received far too much.
He at least had a master who loved and indulged him, and who had been by his side for many years.
It's as if he dared to express his desires openly, like the famous line, "Why not eat meat porridge?"
Hearing Mingguang say that he was irreplaceable made Dongjun feel quite uncomfortable.
They were ultimately connected by blood; he only had a slight liking for that peach blossom.
He felt an instant connection and closeness with his blood brother, who looked exactly like him.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have rushed back so hastily after seeing Bitao bullying and using her younger brother, forcing Mingguang to separate from her.
"Master...did I do something wrong?"
Dongjun stood still, while Yuan Shenzhen appeared and disappeared beside him, his hand on Dongjun's shoulder, subtly observing his expression.
I thought to myself, "How strange!"
No wonder we're related by blood.
Dongjun has actually learned to care about someone!
While provoking and setting fires everywhere, he offended all his old friends, yet Dongjun didn't seem to care about his master, who had such difficulty making friends.
Dongjun looked at the spot where Mingguang had just stood, and actually wanted to ask, "Why does my younger brother look exactly like me? Did my mother and the others use some kind of magic?"
But Dongjun ultimately didn't dare to ask.
If that were the case, how would he face this "tragedy," or even this "shadow figure," that exists because of his willfulness?
Dongjun thought about it for a long time and decided not to force his younger brother any further.
They quietly left the inn with their master.
Bitao and Taiji chatted for a while, and when they heard that Mingguang had returned, they quickly continued their act.
Put those shackles on, then go find Mingguang.
They found Mingguang taking a bath.
This is a good opportunity to speak.
Bitao went straight in.
As soon as she entered, the silver gills stopped rotating.
Bitao asked in surprise, "You just got up and your injuries haven't been treated yet, how did you go into the water?"
"You haven't eaten either; the food on the table is all cold."
Mingguang sat back in the bathtub, neither turning around nor responding.
Bitao walked up to him, propped her elbows on the side of the bathtub, and the clanging of chains hit the edge of the tub as she peered into the bright light.
He met bright, red eyes.
It's not the kind of ferocious red that comes from when someone goes crazy.
It was a fragile, aggrieved red, like someone about to cry.
"Hey, hey, hey! What's going on?"
"Didn't you go talk to Dongjun? What did he say that made my darling so heartbroken?"
Mingguang looked at Bitao for a moment, then stretched out his wet arms and hugged Bitao's neck.
It was buried in her neck for a long time.
Bitao felt a gentle warm current flowing down her neck, different from the bathwater.
Bitao remained in that position for quite a while without daring to move.
Thinking to himself, "That bald grandson Dongjun is really no good!"
It would have been better not to let the brothers see each other at all, since Mingguang is so heartbroken.
She should have driven Dongjun away the moment she first met him.
We shouldn't have been so greedy for those few immortal pearls and let him follow us all the way here!
Seriously.
Bitao embraced the slippery, wet, and steaming light.
I feel sorry for him, but at the same time I think it's really cute that he relies on me like this.
I even took the opportunity to look into the clear water a few more times while holding him.
Tsk.
That's great.
Big birds are great.
The big, whining bird tastes even better.
Bitao, her mind wandering, touched Mingguang's head and, feeling the warmth disappear from his shoulder, softly asked him, "What's wrong?"
Mingguang, if not made of iron, is at least made of stone.
She doesn't easily shed golden tears.
Mingguang let go of her and splashed water on his face.
My eyes are even redder, mainly because of the redness around my eyes.
But in front of Bitao, he no longer concealed his emotions.
After he released Bitao, water flowed down his handsome face, and his damp, clinging hair cascaded down.
Bitao stared at the bright light, unable to look away. Her mind was filled with all sorts of praise: the misty heat, the warm soup seeping into her bones, her rosy cheeks, her jade-like skin glowing like pearls...
Bitao also felt herself flowing freely.
Bitao knelt on the ground, supporting herself on one knee, leaning over the edge of the wooden tub, looking at Mingguang, mainly because... her legs were a little weak.
After waiting a while, Mingguang finally spoke, his voice muffled and broken, saying, "He said that you and I are bound by a tragic fate, that you are his destined one!"
As he spoke, Mingguang slapped the water in the bathtub hard.
The spring waters splashed the peach blossoms all over her face and head.
She almost drowned on the spot.
But Bitao heard what Mingguang said clearly and immediately followed suit, slapping the water hard with her own hand.
He shouted in Mingguang's tone, "He's talking complete nonsense!"
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