Chapter 163 Threatens me to fly during the ascension ceremony in two days...
Bitao covered Mingguang's eyes and gave the order. Mingguang's struggle suddenly stopped, and even Taiji was stunned.
With one hand pressing down on Mingguang and the other hand reaching back, Bitao said to Taiji, "Give me the elixir."
Taiji quickly regained his senses, poured out the two pills he had given to Bitao before from the bottle, and handed them to Bitao.
Bitao released Mingguang's eyes, pried open Mingguang's mouth, and, with her fingertips holding the two pills, just like when she fed Mingguang the Golden Spirit Candy, directly stuffed them into Mingguang's throat. She rubbed her fingers on his Adam's apple, forcing him to swallow.
The effects of the elixir weren't immediate. Bitao walked to the bedside, finally mentally prepared herself, and lowered her head to meet Mingguang's gaze.
She expected to meet Mingguang's shocked and angry eyes after his betrayal.
But they discovered that Mingguang had calmed down in such a short time.
He didn't even ask Bitao what she was trying to do.
Because he remembered that they were being watched.
Xiao Taozhi has always been clever and her methods are unpredictable and ever-changing, so it's common for him to not be able to keep up with her train of thought for a while.
Although being controlled like this, like a fish on a chopping board, was difficult for Mingguang to adapt to, his complete trust in Xiaotaozhi forced him to cooperate with her.
He simply couldn't help but want to silently confirm some information from her eyes.
When their eyes met, Mingguang couldn't find any information or a familiar, reassuring gaze.
Bitao stood by his bedside, gently stroking his temples with her hand, her attitude as usual, but her pupils were empty and scattered, like a thick fog.
Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. With Mingguang's life hanging in the balance, Bitao's thoughts never stopped for a moment.
Her spirit was not possessed, so she naturally appeared strange.
Bitao smiled at him, but it wasn't her usual smile.
Mingguang stared intently into Bitao's eyes, but no matter how he looked at her, Xiaotaozhi didn't seem to convey any emotion to him.
Bitao said to Taiji, "Prepare your knives."
Bitao walked out of the small inner room of the cabin and into the slightly more spacious outer room.
She walked to the incense burner that had been prepared beforehand, uncovered a tray covered with a cloth, and put the object she had taken from her own body into the incense burner.
A hissing sound arose, sounding like the agonizing cries of millions of people mingling together.
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable fragrance turned into wisps of smoke and rose gently from the incense burner.
Bitao took a slight breath. The pain-relieving pills she had taken earlier had long since lost their effect, and her face paled even more. She weakly pressed her hand to her chest, where she was sweating profusely.
He then threw two more Wood Spirit Immortal Pearls into his mouth.
He kept changing the direction of the fairy pearl with the tip of his tongue, forcibly ignoring the pain and itching in his heart, and leaned on the table, going over his next plan again and again.
Before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea was over, footsteps and voices could be heard outside the cabin again.
"Where is Bitao? I want to see Bitao."
Upon hearing the voice, Bitao immediately opened her eyes.
At this moment, the fragrance had already permeated the entire cabin. Bitao walked quickly to the cabin door and smiled at Dongjun, who was negotiating with Jichunjun but was being coldly blocked at the door.
"Brother is here, brother has come at just the right time."
Bitao was waiting for him. She nodded to Jichunjun, signaling her to let Dongjun in.
Dongjun flicked his sleeves, frowned slightly, and walked into the cabin.
I was almost driven away by the strong, eerie fragrance inside the house as soon as I entered.
Bitao immediately closed the cabin door and said to Dongjun, "Brother, you've come at the right time. Taiji and I are just about to transfer Mingguang's immortal veins, and we need someone we can absolutely trust to stay here and protect us!"
“Brother, as you know, although the men under my command are somewhat capable, they are all people who came together for personal gain and cannot be fully trusted.”
Bitao poured Dongjun a cup of tea with great enthusiasm and gestured for him to sit down at the table.
On the table sat an incense burner, its flames wafting upwards.
Dongjun had a complete falling out with Bitao that day, and was so angry that he wanted to strangle her whenever he saw her. He hasn't shown up for the past two days.
But his mission was to protect Bitao. He had promised his mother and couldn't leave halfway. Even though he was furious, he stayed hidden and followed her.
Today, it was discovered that Bitao and Mingguang were not on the main ship, but had gone to this spirit ship, which was guarded by many guards. Obviously, something had happened.
Thinking back to how Bitao had meddled in other people's business, intercepting the spirit boat of some immortal force and detaining the mortals on board, he wondered what had happened.
But then they let the leader of that group go. Anyone with a shred of courage would come back for revenge.
Dongjun was somewhat worried and inwardly resented Bitao for causing so much trouble. However, because of the invisible, solid ice shield that Jichunjun had set up all over the spirit boat, he could not secretly approach and spy on her. He could only show himself and come directly to find Bitao.
Let's see what's really going on with them.
When Dongjun heard that Bitao was going to transfer the immortal veins to Mingguang, his expression finally improved.
After sitting down, she demurely accepted the cup but did not drink it.
He glanced at Bitao, his dissatisfaction evident in his words.
He sneered, "Having caused a huge disaster, and realizing he might not be able to protect him, you finally decided to transfer your immortal veins to him?"
Bitao had a rather servile and obsequious look on her face as she smiled ingratiatingly at Dongjun.
He said, "The Ascension Ceremony is just around the corner. A mere elder of the Nine Heavens Palace dares to openly drain the life force of the people. I'm afraid that when Mingguang arrives at the Nine Heavens Palace, he will be drained of his life force again, as he is just a mortal."
"I'm also afraid that I might not be able to protect his safety."
"Many of the things I said to my brother before were not what I truly felt. I was just being impulsive and hurt him. I apologize to him here."
As Bitao spoke, she actually cupped her hands and bowed, standing upright and respectfully, to Dongjun, performing the ancestral and elder-respecting ceremony.
Dongjun's complexion finally improved. He sat there with his back to the pine and bamboo, his long neck as graceful as a crane.
He picked up his cup and took a sip of tea, which was considered a sign that he had forgiven Bitao.
However, after swallowing a sip of tea, Dongjun coughed.
He wasn't choked by water, but by the fumes from the incense burner next to him!
He frowned: "What's that smell? Did you burn something in here and it's choking me to death?!"
"Doesn't it smell good?" Bitao slightly curled her lips, looked at the incense burner, lowered her eyes to hide the gloom in them, and said, "This is the smell of the delusions of countless people."
"What?" Dongjun stuffed his nose.
However, this fragrance is very strange; even if you block your nose, it will still enter your body through other means.
Bitao said, "It is a ten-thousand-year-old flesh spirit mushroom. I can only activate a limited amount of wood spirit, and I am afraid that Mingguang will bleed too much. The aroma of this spirit mushroom after burning has an excellent effect on aiding wound healing. It is burned with fire spirit fire suitable for carving metal spirits to help transfer immortal veins."
"The smell is indeed a bit pungent when you smell it directly, so I didn't put it inside, for fear of smothering the light. It's better if it slowly seeps in."
"Brother, just bear with it for a little while. This fragrance is good for your health. Don't close your orifice, take this opportunity to heal your body as well."
Upon hearing that it was a fleshy Ganoderma lucidum that would benefit his younger brother, Dongjun's brow relaxed.
Although Dongjun said, "These kinds of rare and precious natural treasures are as common in the Shangqing Realm as fish in the sea, what's so special about them?"
Deep down, he was pleased that Bitao cared so much about his younger brother.
Why do you look so pale?
Dongjun even noticed Bitao's condition. Seeing her in such a disheveled state, her clothes soaked with sweat and her swaying precariously, the venomous and sarcastic remarks that were about to well up in his throat were probably too much to bear, and he couldn't squeeze out a single one.
Forget it, why should he bother arguing with a "little brat" who can't think straight?
Besides, she admitted her mistake.
Dongjun pursed his lips, looked at Bitao for a long time, and surprisingly comforted her, "Don't worry too much. I've seen that blind boy's swordsmanship. There won't be any problems."
Dongjun witnessed Taiji continuing the immortal lineage to the immortal position more than once, and each time he watched from the shadows from beginning to end.
He genuinely admired Tai Chi's swordsmanship and medical skills, and his attempt to recruit him to Shangqing Realm that night wasn't purely for his own brother's sake.
Bitao immediately said, "I'm fine. But brother, you look thinner these past few days. The food in the lower realm is coarse and hard to eat. You can use the aroma of this meat spirit mushroom to replenish your strength."
"Brother, take a closer sniff, it actually smells very nice."
Everyone in this world who has unfulfilled desires will find this taste delicious.
The more delusions a person has, the more they will be swept up by the consciousness of others, becoming so immersed in it that they cannot extricate themselves.
During the second competition, the Soul-Guiding Incense produced by Wenxin Pavilion was made from tiny fragments of this "Flesh Lingzhi" and even a tiny bit of blood from a meteorite.
Even a tiny amount of "meat Ganoderma lucidum" diluted hundreds of times can make people lose their souls and have wonderful dreams. Now that it is being burned directly, how could it not smell delicious?
Dongjun snorted, still disdainful, but he eventually removed his hand from his nose and carefully smelled it as Bitao had instructed.
It does smell quite nice.
It smells very good.
Xiang De Dong Jun... without awareness or feeling, lost consciousness; the person was still sitting there, but the soul seemed to have left the body.
Bitao looked at him, and seeing his expression, she softly called out "Brother" again.
Receiving no response, he turned around, quickly moved the Wood Spirit Pearl from his left to his right, and returned to the house.
Heavy restrictions were placed on the door.
Taiji had already prepared all the knives. He stood silently beside Mingguang, not making a move without Bitao's instruction.
Bitao leaned closer and met Mingguang's half-closed gaze.
Bitao raised an eyebrow in surprise. She had waited outside for Dongjun for a while and talked to him for quite some time.
This was to make the two pills that Mingguang ate effective.
She really didn't want to see Mingguang's eyes again. Facing those two melting golden-red eyes, Bitao's heart would be easily melted, and it would be hard to harden.
"Why is he still awake?" Bitao frowned and turned to ask Taiji, "Has the paralysis pill stopped working?"
Should we give him another one?
Tai Chi said, "No."
"We can't feed him anymore. Stripped of his immortal veins, he's as fragile as a mortal. If he eats another one, he might not wake up for several days."
As Taiji spoke, he pointed to the corner of Mingguang's mouth, and Bitao saw that a little blood had seeped out there.
"The medicine has taken effect. He should be unconscious. He's just being incredibly determined and holding on."
When she saw the blood at the corner of Mingguang's mouth, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly reached out to wipe it away.
Then Bitao leaned down and kissed his forehead, saying softly, "Why are you still pretending? Don't be afraid."
"It's just taking out your immortal veins. Aren't you willing to do anything for me? Sleep peacefully."
After Bitao finished speaking, she got up and waited for a while. Mingguang still hadn't completely fallen into a daze, and his eyelashes kept trembling.
Bitao really didn't want him to suffer, but if she just waited like that, it would seem like she wasn't ruthless enough.
Bitao chuckled and turned to look at Taiji, saying, "Do you know what he's looking at?"
Taiji was still arguing with Bitao, but he didn't dare not answer her questions.
It's like when a child argues with an elder and only eats rice but not vegetables, getting incredibly angry. But when their mother asks, "Why aren't you eating vegetables?", they have to quickly pick up some food to hide their anger.
Taiji said sullenly, "I don't know."
Bitao took a hairpin from her hair and held it up in front of Taiji's eyes. Sure enough, Mingguang's eyes followed the hairpin.
Bitao said, "He was waiting for me to share this."
“I made an agreement with him before, that no matter what happens between us, if I turn the hairpin, it means it’s fake.”
As she spoke, Bitao spun around as if demonstrating Tai Chi.
"Turning like this means I'm saying I love him."
"Turning like this twice means I'm saying how much I love him."
“Turning like this three times means I’m saying I only love him.”
"Hahahaha..." Bitao chuckled softly, but her tone was full of sarcasm.
Then she twirled the hairpin several times in front of Mingguang and said, "I love you, I love you so much, I only love you. Sleep peacefully, my darling..."
This was an even more effective spell than any elixir that could induce drowsiness. After Bitao finished speaking, Mingguang indeed slowly closed his eyes.
Then, with a clatter, Bitao casually tossed the hairpin onto Taiji's knife pouch and said to Taiji, "Let's do it."
“Take completely and thoroughly separate his Golden Spirit Immortal Vein.”
Taiji obeyed the order with utmost care and began to remove Mingguang's clothes in preparation for separating him from his immortal veins.
So far, Tai Chi has only stripped the immortal veins from the dead; it has only reconnected them to the living.
To reconnect the immortal veins, one only needs to cut open several major acupoints around the body, transfer the immortal veins to one's own meridians, and then let spiritual energy flow through them.
However, stripping away the immortal veins would almost require dissecting a person's chest cavity and limbs.
As Mingguang's entire body was exposed, the rotation of the Silver Gu was naturally cut off.
Bitao stood by the window with her hands clasped behind her back, and as Tai Chi's knife moved, she smelled the blood in the room.
Her breathing trembled slightly, but a confident smile remained on her lips.
Just as Taiji began to peel away the immortal meridians from Mingguang's shoulders and neck, Bitao suddenly spoke, addressing a deserted place in the void.
"I will ascend to heaven at the ascension ceremony in two days."
"I want that sacrificial array that you prepared for your future emperor."
"I don't know how you monitor us. Whether you've dug up the entire Immortal Realm and laid out arrays, or even refined the entire Star Boundary, I don't care at all."
“But now your future emperor is in my hands. If I cannot attain the position of Taixian in two days, I will completely destroy the golden spiritual veins that have been stripped from him.”
Bitao slowly strolled from the window toward the bed.
Her fingers, clenched tightly behind her back, stood before Mingguang, whose body had been disemboweled. It seemed as if she was silently demonstrating her ruthlessness and methods to those who were monitoring her and Mingguang in some unknown way.
Bitao's eyes twitched involuntarily as she looked at Mingguang's expression.
Her voice was calm: "You have occupied this realm for so many years, you should know that the immortal position caused by the destruction of the immortal vein is more serious than the backlash of karma."
"He will be reduced to a mortal who can never return to heaven. Even if you use some method to force Taiji to reconnect his immortal veins, he can only eke out a living here and will not be able to return to heaven or pass through the lightning formation."
“I know you can’t tolerate me ascending to the highest position in the Nine Heavens, but what are you afraid of? Even if I attain the position of Supreme Immortal, I will still be thousands or tens of thousands of years away from becoming an Emperor.”
Even after Mingguang passed away, he was still a force to be reckoned with.
Bitao narrowed her peach blossom eyes and smiled confidently, saying, "But if you don't obediently pave the way to heaven for me..."
Bitao paused subtly for a moment.
Her eyes twitched twice, and she caught her breath because she saw Mingguang's fingers, which had been hanging quietly, twitch twice at her words.
Tai Chi noticed this too, and his knife-wielding motion paused.
Somewhat astonished, how could Mingguang Xuanxian still be conscious!
Those pills that paralyze people's minds and bodies... could they really not work anymore?
But Mingguang only flicked his fingers twice without any other reaction. Taiji steadied himself and continued to cut.
Bitao was shaken, but she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and refused to look at Mingguang again.
He delivered his final threat to the person behind him: "Before the Ascension Ceremony, send someone who can facilitate the sacrificial array to me, or I will drag Mingguang down to hell with me."
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