Chapter 132 Cipher: What are you yelling about when you have nothing better to do?
Bitao felt the heat on the back of her hand and thought to herself, "Oh no!"
Once Mingguang started crying, all the previous acting was basically for nothing.
The tears of the strong are always the most touching.
Mingguang, in particular, looked up at Bitao while crying. His eyes were like the setting sun melting gold, and there was still some unswallowed sugar cake in his mouth, which made his face puff up a little. He looked so pitiful and cute.
Sure enough, on the Silver River, upon seeing Mingguang Xuanxian, a man of immense power and icy composure, crying like this, as if a jade mountain were about to collapse, someone immediately stood up to speak up for Mingguang's previous actions.
“Mingguang Xuanxian was simply unable to control himself; he was also in great pain and felt guilty.”
"He just really likes Bitao Xuanxian."
"Mingguang Xuanxian also got involved in karma because of saving Bitao Xuanxian, and I don't know if he was affected by the backlash."
“Mingguang Xuanxian can only vent his five desires with Bitao Xuanxian... Is this a kind of knowing that the other person will not leave, so he dares to be so unrestrained in his intimacy?”
"Besides, Bitao Xuanxian loves Mingguang Xuanxian so much, and is so gentle and considerate, she may not necessarily be unwilling."
"Bitao Xuanxian was even worse to Mingguang Xuanxian before, but now we're even..."
Such comments are rampant.
Finally, all the blame was placed on the Five Aggregates' blazing, and examples of other contestants' crazy behavior were cited, many of which were several times worse than Mingguang's.
In comparison, Mingguang's actions immediately became forgivable.
Bitao didn't want to remind Mingguang to act right away, so she patiently waited for him to finish crying and didn't ask him anything.
I sat down and ate something with him.
After eating, they washed up and went back to bed to rest. Mingguang took off his shirt, and the silver net was turned on and closed again.
Neither of them was sleepy, and they sat on the bed chatting idly, their clothes cool and comfortable.
Bitao told Mingguang about how Taiji could transplant immortal meridians into people.
Mingguang was shocked upon hearing this, his brows furrowing in serious dismay: "How is this possible? If he can create immortal positions, wouldn't the Heavenly Dao become a mere decoration?"
"Heaven will not recognize this."
Mingguang, shirtless and with his black hair half-down, sat cross-legged opposite Bitao and said with certainty, "Anyone who dares to usurp the immortal position will be struck down and have their soul scattered when they return to heaven."
Bitao agreed, her peach blossom eyes looking at Mingguang's overly serious expression and wanting to laugh.
"A newly created immortal position is naturally unable to withstand the tribulation of lightning."
"But the fact that they can use 'celestial power' in this realm is enough to drive people crazy."
As Bitao spoke, she reached out and hooked Mingguang's hand, which was hanging on her knee, and gently rubbed it.
Mingguang suddenly realized: "You plan to use the power of Tai Chi..."
"Don't..." Mingguang's hand was still sensitive.
He abruptly pulled his hand away and gave Xiao Taozhi a stern look.
Don't get physical when we're talking about serious matters!
Besides, her injuries haven't healed yet, so she can't afford to act recklessly anymore.
Mingguang stood with his hands behind his back, his temples disheveled, yet he exuded an aura of unapproachability.
Bitao smiled and said, "Since the power of Tai Chi has already been spread, why not go with the flow?"
"Moreover, mortals can be created into immortals. Those immortals who suffer the backlash of karma and are unwilling to become mortals have no choice but to follow us wholeheartedly."
Furthermore.
"Tai Chi has this ability. Whether it is really feasible or not, when you 'suddenly' regain your spiritual energy in the future, you will not need to find any other reason."
Mingguang nodded: "This is indeed a powerful opportunity to recruit and gather immortals."
The two looked at each other for a moment.
Open at the same time
"Let's start with the Immortal Alliance."
"The Immortal Alliance".
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Then Bitao said, "Tomorrow, we'll combine our two teams and send one person to contact the Immortal Alliance. We'll search for those who have been driven to desperation by the backlash of karma."
"The Ascension Ceremony of the Nine Heavens Palace is on the second day of the eighth month. Although it is only mid-July now, the journey will not be peaceful."
"We can stay in Luofan City for a maximum of seven more days before we must set off."
Mingguang had no objection to what Bitao said.
He said, "I am now 'suffering the consequences of karma' and have not shown my face for several days. The people who were sent to my side with ill intentions are probably still observing and will only take action after they leave the city and confirm that I have suffered the consequences of karma."
"But those who want to abandon me and make other plans should be unable to hold back any longer."
Mingguang said, "Starting tomorrow, all these people will be in your hands. As time goes by, I will become more and more tyrannical and irritable, and completely lose my reason."
Mingguang didn't know how many true protectors would ultimately remain by his side.
But he hesitated for a moment and said to Bitao, "You don't need to be polite when dealing with these people. You can have Yun Chuan assist you. He's trustworthy this time."
It wasn't that Mingguang thought he had won over Yunchuan with his methods in the last competition.
Before descending to the mortal realm, Yun Chuan had taken the initiative to seek out Ming Guang and made a Heavenly Oath to him.
He dared to betray his master; his soul and spirit will be destroyed.
When Bitao heard Mingguang say that he wanted to be "tyrannical and irritable," she hesitated to speak.
I mean, since you cried before, it's no use for you to pretend to be "fierce" anymore.
However, Bitao liked Mingguang's way of freely expressing his emotions.
After hesitating for a moment, he did not mention that Mingguang had already revealed the "sweetness".
He suggested, "How about this, you don't have to act anymore."
"Hmm?" Mingguang asked, puzzled.
Bitao said, "With the blessing of Taiji and your brother Dongjun stirring things up, the two of us no longer need to proceed step by step."
"It could progress directly to the point where I'm disgusted with you and decide to give up on you."
"You just need to do whatever you want from now on, I'll act it out myself."
After all, what "big bad guy" would be crying with a sugar cake in his mouth?
Mingguang is too upright and honest. Every time he acts, he looks like a good guy who's going all out. Even when he tries to be wicked, his mouth doesn't crooked.
The only scene where he acted convincingly was the one where he killed someone in a fit of rage because she was being tortured.
When Bitao begins to genuinely show "dislike" for Mingguang, Mingguang will become a "victim".
The victim's actions, whatever they may be, are all reasonable.
A blank expression indicates a heart devoid of hope.
The slightest emotion would cause him to feel utterly devastated.
Even silence can be interpreted in a million ways.
"Didn't we agree that you'd only stop disliking me once we reached the Nine Heavens Palace?" Mingguang asked anxiously. "Are you already tired of me so soon?"
Bitao blinked twice, her fair and delicate face full of teasing.
Mingguang realized what he was saying and quickly added, "What I mean is, before I've even been confirmed to be suffering from the karmic backlash, you've already abandoned me. This is so different from how you pursued me for a hundred years... with unwavering devotion."
"Won't that raise questions from others?"
Bitao looked at him and said with a smile, "No way, isn't there a Dongjun who looks just like you and is even more powerful than you by my side? He's always trying to get me to go to Shangqing Realm with him."
"If there is such a person, it is only natural that I would be fickle."
Mingguang's expression went blank for a moment, then his eyelashes blinked rapidly twice, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.
In the end, he simply pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and uttered a soft "hmm," his voice incredibly low.
Looking at him, Bitao sighed.
They went straight past Mingguang and down to the ground.
Mingguang reached out to grab Bitao, wanting to explain that he didn't mind her words.
But Bitao moved too fast, and Mingguang's hands, which had been behind his back for a while, became a little numb and less agile. Bitao was left with only two pieces of clothing, and Mingguang's hands grasped at empty air.
He got up to chase after him, his brow furrowed. He shouldn't be like this when it comes to serious matters.
But Xiao Taozhi allowed him to stop suppressing his five elements, and Tai Chi also healed almost all of his injuries.
Without the pain to suppress him, he could barely control his own movements; otherwise, he wouldn't have broken down in tears earlier.
Not to mention controlling one's own thoughts.
"Little Peach Branch, you don't need to worry about me."
Mingguang got down and said, "I..."
Bitao had returned and pressed down on Mingguang's shoulder to make him sit back on the bed.
Then she knelt down on the bed and pulled him to face her again.
He displayed what he was holding in front of Mingguang.
Do you remember this?
Mingguang glanced at it and said, "A hairpin bought in Luofan City?"
"Yes, it's the peach blossom hairpin you bought for me when you took me to the city that day."
The hairpin wasn't anything valuable; it wasn't even a silver hairpin, but an iron one.
Mingguang bought it because the hairpin had several double-petaled peach blossoms wrapped in light gauze on its head.
The flowers are exactly the same as those on the giant peach tree of Juntian.
Bitao put the hairpin on the top of her head; her hair was loose and some parts couldn't be held in place.
Bitao held the hairpin in her hand, looked at Mingguang, and turned the hairpin on the top of her head.
She said, "I will wear this hairpin starting tomorrow."
"No matter what I do or what I say, nothing I do can make you so heartbroken like just now..."
“I’m not sad,” Mingguang interrupted, “I just…”
He was just a little upset because he could never catch up with Dongjun, but that didn't affect their plans.
Bitao held the hairpin with one hand, and with the other hand, she extended a finger and pressed it against Mingguang's lips.
He said, "Shh."
"Look at me and listen to me."
“In the future, there may be many more things like what I just said.”
"So whenever I spin this hairpin like this, it means I'm not being sincere; I'm just acting."
Bitao still felt it wasn't enough, and Mingguang was inherently suspicious and prone to overthinking. This was the first time his five aggregates had spiraled out of control, making him exceptionally vulnerable.
Bitao added, "Whenever I turn this hairpin, it means I'm saying 'I love you,' 'I love you so much,' and 'I only love you,' okay?"
Mingguang watched as Bitao turned the hairpin once, twice, three times.
A moment later, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed.
The lingering resentment in my heart vanished completely as the peach blossoms turned.
He pursed his lips, his ears burning, and said, "There's no need for this."
“I’m not a child. I can tell the difference between your sincerity and your pretense.”
Bitao thought to herself, "I'm afraid you can't."
Mingguang had never seen even a trace of her heartless nature.
She had just casually said a couple of words with a smile, words that were purely probing and not even indifferent, and Mingguang's voice was so low it was almost ghostly.
If she doesn't establish a secret code between the two of them, like a "proof," their relationship will likely collapse before anyone even believes she's giving up on Mingguang and the person behind it all is revealed.
That night, the two talked a lot about how to react to various situations and how to lead the team into the Immortal Realm.
They fell asleep in each other's arms just as dawn was breaking.
The next morning, Bitao put the hairpin on.
The group assembled in the morning on the open space behind the inn.
Mingguang stood behind Bitao. When Bitao proposed merging the teams, no one objected.
Especially after Bitao had someone distribute spare immortal beads to everyone, the group's expressions became joyful, and the previously slightly separated groups all mingled together.
They exchanged immortal beads with the same spiritual attribute, and at least on the surface, everything appeared harmonious.
A spare immortal pearl is a spare life!
Moreover, in the realm of immortals, the more people gathered together, the less likely they are to be targeted and devoured.
The members of Bitao's team spent a few days in the city, and each of them more or less recruited some of the immortals they had known before.
Bitao had previously instructed the Dharma Protector Master that she intended to recruit other teams and members.
They also gave the Dharma Protector Celestial Master some celestial beads for him to use in recruiting disciples.
The Dharma Protector Master is clearly doing a great job. In just a few days, he has quietly grown his team to over a hundred people.
The number of people in Mingguang's group did not increase, but most of them were immortals from the ancient immortal clan. Some of them had been punished and demoted, but they still admired Mingguang, the "son of the immortal emperor".
Led by Yun Chuan, their morale seemed much better than that of Bi Tao's group, which was disorganized, noisy, and even appeared to have dismembered limbs.
We're still in the city, not yet outside, so there's nothing to explain yet.
After Bitao finished speaking, she stepped back and looked at Mingguang.
Mingguang didn't move, but spoke in the direction of his team, his voice deep and resonant as he said three words: "Listen to her."
Bitao looked at Mingguang with a bright smile in her eyes.
She reached out and turned the hairpin in her hair.
When Mingguang saw the hairpin turn slightly, he immediately recognized the secret code the two of them had practiced the night before—"I love you."
In broad daylight, under the clear sky, this secret code between the two of them immediately made Mingguang lower his head.
His eyelashes drooped, concealing the brilliance of his golden eyes, and he pursed his lips, suppressing the upward curve of his mouth.
The team members got to know each other on their own and were free to do as they pleased. Bitao booked a private room on the second floor of the inn and had someone brew a pot of tea for her.
Bitao personally poured a cup of tea for the Dharma Protector and pushed it towards him.
He instructed the guardian celestial master separately: "Celestial Master, in the next few days, take a few capable people to the city and purchase some more spirit boats, magical artifacts, and the like."
"About five days later, we will set off for the Immortal Realm to participate in the Ascension Ceremony."
"Within the realm of the banished immortals, there is more than one guardian celestial master who has been demoted. You may call me Han Shang directly, which is my name when I held a celestial position in the heavenly realm."
After the Dharma Protector introduced himself, he still did not ask for Bitao's name.
He has recruited quite a few team members in the past few days, but there are many things he needs to explain to Bitao and ask for her consent.
"There are many disabled people in the team, and I have specifically screened the people who were recruited later. However, most of them are friends of the original team members, so it is not good to reject them all."
"After I used some, I said that I had run out of immortal pearls and would wait for the fairy's decision."
Han Shang objectively stated: "The Ascension Ceremony in previous years has always been a massive gathering of people, with various forces converging and conflicts arising one after another. It is not uncommon for them to devour and harm each other."
"If the fairy wishes to safely reach the Nine Heavens Palace, she will need to recruit some stronger individuals whose talents and skills have not been stolen."
Han Shang suggested: "If you, Fairy, have the Immortal Pearl in hand and wish to expand your team, you can directly contact the Immortal Alliance and obtain the strongest team in the fastest time."
Bitao looked at him and said, "I forgot that we haven't exchanged names yet. Han Shang means autumn wind, so you must be of the wind attribute."
Han Shang: "Yes, fairy."
"Don't call me Fairy anymore, my name is Bitao. I am a large peach tree that has been imbued with the spirit of Juntian Dushuo Mountain."
"Yes, Fairy Bitao."
"I was just about to tell you to send someone to contact the Immortal Alliance. If you run out of Immortal Pearls, just ask me for them. Don't be stingy."
"You've done a great job with the recruitment process; you'll continue to be in charge of the screening."
Bitao gazed at the dharma protector Han Shang's face, which was neither humble nor arrogant, but gentle and refined, and then looked at the pair of amber eyes in his sockets.
He said, "Occasionally, there are people with disabilities, as long as it does not affect their normal activities, they can be recruited into the team."
The guardian celestial master's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly raised his head to look at Bitao.
He showed no sign of anything amiss, and gently advised Bitao, "If the team takes in too many disabled people, it may be difficult for them to cope with other teams on the road."
Bitao laughed and said, "It's alright. Don't we have a lot of 'puppets'? We can throw them out when necessary. Who wants to fight them purely by fighting with their cultivation techniques and spiritual energy?"
"You can accept anyone who is introduced by a member of the team without hesitation."
When two armies clash, unless there is a significant difference in strength, the battle usually comes down to tactics.
This peach blossom is extremely confident.
Even if she has some oversights, there's still Mingguang.
Mingguang is also extremely skilled at strategic planning and can help Bitao identify and address any shortcomings.
If the difference in strength between the two sides is too great... there are also many tactics available for a quick getaway.
As for Bitao instructing the Dharma Protector to gather those disabled people who had been deprived of their talents, she naturally had her reasons.
The recommended teammates are mostly people who have fallen on hard times together. They have fought side by side and have some camaraderie. After recruiting them, there is no need for adjustment. They may have a surprising effect in battle by complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses.
Moreover, most disabled people have no way out, so they will be more loyal and will do their best to protect the team.
Most importantly, it's about spending a fortune to buy bones, and using a simple example to inspire further discussion.
If her team can accommodate even these desperate people, why would she worry that other capable individuals with nowhere else to turn wouldn't come to her for help?
Moreover, Bitao also possesses the "ultimate killing" Tai Chi.
Bitao beckoned to the Dharma Protector Master Han Shang with her finger, signaling him to come closer.
In a mysterious yet seemingly grand manner, he told him about Tai Chi's theory of "creating immortality."
Bitao finally saw Han Shang, who remained calm and composed even after his eyes were gouged out and he was imprisoned, and she showed a look of utter astonishment.
"Fairy Bitao...is what you said true?!"
Bitao nodded: "Of course it's true."
"Taiji is my attendant in the heavenly realm, who personally selected me to ascend to heaven."
"He was a pioneering master of knife skills in the mortal realm, capable of opening up the abdomen of the terminally ill, removing the lesions, and bringing people back to life. He could also help women in difficult labor give birth safely."
"He devoted his life to studying the meridians and five internal organs of the human body. After ascending to heaven, he was also received by the Nine Heavens Supervisor and the Medical Department."
"A few days ago, we dissected some immortal positions and completely separated and preserved twenty-one sets of immortal veins."
Bitao clapped her hands at Han Shang, who was completely "terrified," to bring him back to his senses.
He said, "If someone suffers from the backlash of karma, is unwilling to die but cannot live, and is willing to risk their life, they can use this method of transferring immortal veins to regain their immortal body."
Han Shang was speechless.
But he quickly stood up and bowed in the direction of the peach blossoms.
Her voice trembled as she said, "I am willing to die for the Fairy of the Peach Blossom!"
Han Shang is a true gentleman who knows how to repay kindness and stands tall and upright.
But he had wandered in this world for far too long, and it wasn't that he hadn't "met a wise ruler," nor that he hadn't had hope rekindled several times, only to be betrayed at the most crucial moment.
He followed Bitao, grateful for her saving his life, but also remained wary of her and even tested her.
Even though Bitao hadn't shown up before, he took it upon himself to take in dozens of disabled people, which was him quietly testing Bitao's bottom line.
If Bitao cannot tolerate these people, he will still use all his abilities to repay her for saving his life.
But he will not completely surrender to her; he will leave himself a way out at the right time.
If one day I become crippled and destitute again, at least I will have a chance to fall back into the Fallen City and start over.
He was gentle in nature, yet unwavering in his resolve. Having wandered in this world for hundreds of years, he never gave up the opportunity to return to heaven and attain his rightful place.
Therefore, when he tested Bitao and found that she didn't mind him taking in those disabled people, and even encouraged him to recruit them with peace of mind, Han Shang was initially delighted.
But this joy did not spread to his heart and quickly turned into panic.
One of the people Han Shang once followed was someone who specialized in recruiting these disabled people and using them as bargaining chips in battles, making the most of them.
Considering Bitao's previous skillful use of cause and effect to capture and preserve those banished immortals stationed in the mountains, he felt a chill run down his spine.
It wasn't until Bitao revealed that one of her servants could transfer the immortal veins of a deceased immortal to another's body that Han Shang finally understood.
Her willingness to take in these disabled immortals was not because she wanted to make the most of them, nor because she was "desperate."
Rather, she has the ability and the means to ensure that these people, while fighting to the death for her, have a spare immortal pearl to prolong their lives.
Even if someone is unwittingly entangled in karma and suffers a backlash, there is still a way out to choose from.
With these two conditions in place, what kind of immortal position couldn't she recruit?
Why bother taking in these disabled and incompetent people?
It can only be because she is kind and compassionate.
"The fairy's compassion for all beings is truly awe-inspiring!"
Bitao leaned on the table, looking at the excited Dharma Protector Master. Hearing his rising tone, she smiled and said, "So you don't need to test me with words, nor do you need to suppress your desires."
"If I'm on high alert at all times, do you think I'd eat people?"
Han Shang's shoulders suddenly trembled, and his eyes, which were fixed on Bi Tao, trembled violently.
He prided himself on being able to keep his emotions hidden, yet he was so easily seen through?
In fact, Han Shang was very good at hiding his true nature, but unfortunately, Bi Tao had a cute little girl who was the most pretentious person in the world by her side.
She was forced to develop a keen eye so that she could discern his true intentions at all times.
Bitao said, "What's wrong with taking in a few familiar old friends? The most attractive thing about power is that it can be used for personal gain."
"If I give you the power, am I supposed to hold your hand and teach you how to do things? I might as well do it myself and save myself the trouble."
"Even if you take your people to those wealthy and powerful families in Luofan City and snatch all the immortal positions from those who have fallen into a miserable and dying state, I will have no objection."
"You just need to get the people organized and have them follow my orders."
Bitao stood up and said to Han Shang, "Go ahead and do whatever I've told you to do. Don't have any worries."
"Yes, Fairy Bitao!"
Bitao walked towards the door, then turned back to Han Shang as if she had thought of something and said, "No, you should still be a little more considerate. After my husband's team merged with mine, there was a tall and strong man in his team who was carrying a horse-slaying sword, named Yun Chuan."
"If he brings people to do something you don't understand, just report it to me and don't stop him."
"And if my husband asks you to do something, you don't need to report back to me or ask for any reason. He is just like me. You just need to obey his orders."
This time, the guardian angels had clearly calmed down.
He addressed Bitao respectfully and calmly, "Yes, Fairy Bitao."
Bitao finished explaining the situation and then left.
As soon as I stepped out the door, I turned around and pushed open the door to the private room next door.
After entering, they even went out of their way to latch the door.
Seeing Mingguang sitting at the table drinking tea, she wobbled over, sat directly on his lap, put her arms around his neck, and asked, "How did you hear that?"
"Is there anything lacking in my arrangements? Your Highness, please feel free to offer your guidance."
Mingguang originally wanted to pretend to be "fierce and aggressive," but then he remembered that Xiaotaozhi told him he no longer needed to pretend, and that acting from the heart was the best performance.
Mingguang put down his teacup and hugged Xiaotaozhi tightly.
He didn't need to see the Dharma Protector's expression; he could tell from their conversation that the Dharma Protector had been subdued by Little Peach Branch.
His initial suspicion and probing towards her turned into complete devotion.
It may seem like Xiaotaozhi is simply giving out tasks, but if the order of these tasks were changed or the pace of the conversation were slightly off, this situation would not have been easily achieved.
That Dharma Protector has been entrenched in this realm for a long time; his experiences must be too numerous to recount.
He was able to stay true to himself in such circumstances and even tried to help those disabled immortals; he was truly as kind as ever.
Xiao Taozhi is good at recognizing and employing people. The Dharma Protector is a trustworthy person, but he is by no means someone who easily trusts others. Xiao Taozhi's seemingly "compromising" step by step is actually advancing inch by inch, breaking down his defenses.
Finally, after revealing the trump card of Tai Chi to put his mind at ease, he immediately and "lightly" exposed his selfish desires, instantly pulling him from "behind the scenes" into the spotlight.
He had no other choice but to willingly "die for his country."
From then on, they would admire Xiao Taozhi's intelligence, methods, and even her kind heart, and would never again easily harbor any rebellious thoughts.
Mingguang had nothing to add in terms of "advice".
Even from across the room, Mingguang could hear how excited the Dharma Protector was.
From now on, he will do whatever Xiao Taozhi gives him without hesitation.
It seems that there are always people surrounding Xiao Taozhi, willing to do anything for her.
Mingguang didn't say a word. After glancing up at Xiaotaozhi, he began to nuzzle against her neck like a little pig with his prominent nose.
Bitao felt ticklish from being nudged and laughed out loud.
But Mingguang's arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, so she couldn't escape. All she could do was wriggle around in his arms, begging for mercy and asking him to stop.
Mingguang heard her laugh so hard her chest trembled, and he felt like she was a little deer constantly bumping against his chest.
It caused his heart rate to become unbalanced and his breathing to become difficult.
And jealousy arose from within.
Mingguang took a big bite and bit Bitao's shoulder.
Like a springbok whose vital spot had been bitten, Bitao kicked her legs and cried out softly, "Ah! Help! Help me!"
Before Bitao could finish speaking, the door to the private room was suddenly kicked open from the outside with a loud bang.
The door latch was kicked off and fell to the ground...
"Clang clang clang clang!" It bounced several times.
Dongjun charged in, sword in hand, his robes fluttering, his long hair flying, his eyes sharp and fierce.
Dongjun arrived with great force, but quickly realized that there was no second... no, third person in the room, and his expression became extremely complicated.
He looked at the two people "stacked" together, and his blood surged and his anger flared up!
The source god behind him, who was pulling him, had no change in expression, but his whole body was stiff.
The next instant, he vanished in a flash.
As the saying goes, "Better to die a friend than a poor monk."
Dongjun was too impulsive. He didn't even listen to what was going on before assuming that Bitao was in danger and calling for help...
His mission, personally assigned by the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms, was to protect Bi Tao Xuan Xian. No matter how much he argued with his younger brother or with Bi Tao, except for the time when he discovered Bi Tao's identity and went outside the city to search for her using the Silver Han Gu, he never did anything else.
Forced to act like a dutiful assassin, he remained hidden not far from Bitao and Mingguang.
My eyes didn't want to see those two being all lovey-dovey, but my ears were constantly listening.
However, even if he listened carefully, he couldn't understand it. He had slain countless demons and witnessed many erotic scenes, but he never looked closely, for fear of offending his eyes.
They even restrict their sense of smell and require special robes to take action.
He's completely incapable of love!
I don't know how normal young couples playfully fight.
He deserves to embarrass himself!
Shangyuan Shenzhen almost laughed like a braying donkey when no one was around.
As soon as Dongjun burst in, Bitao instinctively hugged Mingguang tightly, speechless with astonishment.
After Mingguang realized it was Dongjun, he was stunned.
However, he soon made a vow and hugged Bitao even tighter.
Seeing two people huddled together in broad daylight, completely oblivious to the meaning of shame...
Dongjun's expression twisted for a moment, then he pointed his sword at Bitao and growled through gritted teeth, "What are you yelling about for no reason!"
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