Chapter 165 Their hearts are separated; he will be extremely, extremely...
The vibrations from the ritual implements were extremely loud, and Bitao was afraid of waking Mingguang, so she set up another layer of sound-blocking barriers around the bed.
Soon the Dharma Protector sent people.
He whispered outside the door, "As you expected, it was Elder Qingwen from the Nine Heavens Palace who sent them."
"They think the fairy is on the main ship and are attacking it. The main ship is heavily fortified with arrays, and the enemy's numbers are not many. Our people can handle it easily. The fairy can stay on this spirit ship for now. Lord Jichun has already set up a solid ice shield."
Bitao responded and said to the outside, "Tell Hanshang to do as I instructed. Don't kill all of their men; leave them a way out so they can run back and report."
"yes!"
No matter how powerful Elder Qingwen is, he can't possibly send too many people to fight them to the death.
The people they sent were just testing the strength of Bitao and the others; if they weren't strong enough, they would be dealt with directly.
If she were strong enough, even if Bitao chased him all the way to Elder Qingwen's palace, the other party would try to negotiate a settlement.
This approach isn't hard to guess; it's simply the law of survival in a dog-eat-dog world.
As expected, those who came made a lot of noise but accomplished little.
After only three rounds of rituals, the array on Bitao's spirit boat remained unmoved, so they began to fight and retreat, even uttering filthy and arrogant words.
The opposing team was repeatedly intercepted by Bitao's side, suffering heavy casualties.
They relentlessly fueled their pursuit. How utterly despicable.
Han Shang saw through the other party's "scheme" and ordered the immortal in the group to return to the main ship to await further instructions.
The crowd was stirred to their core, like hounds with their necks strangled, veins bulging, faces red and necks thick, clearly extremely frustrated. Yet they had no choice but to obey Han Shang's orders.
As the sounds of the magical artifacts clashing gradually subsided, Bitao left Dongjun to protect Mingguang and leisurely led Jichunjun to the bow of the spirit boat where she was to take a look.
Seeing this, he went straight to the main ship with Jichun-kun, riding his sword.
As soon as he landed, he said, "They've already insulted our own parents and ancestors for eighteen generations. What are we going to do to tolerate this now?"
"Which of you wasn't born of parents? If you trace your ancestry back eighteen generations, you'll find ancient gods. How dare they utter such foul language and insults?"
Bitao ordered, "Activate the spirit boat and give chase!"
"It's a good opportunity to send Elder Qingwen's spirit boats back to him."
"yes!"
"The fairy is mighty!"
"Go and curse their ancestors for eighteen generations!"
The crowd, who were already furious and hadn't had their fill of fighting, immediately joined in loudly.
Some people crossed the cold border and began to form formations to urge their spirit boats, which were moored in the mountains and forests.
Han Shang walked to Bi Tao's side and whispered, "Fairy, we are strong and well-equipped, and we are indeed not afraid to fight against any of the banished immortal teams."
"But Elder Qingwen only sent a few people to harass us, and they spoke such rude words, which angered us and made us chase after them. I'm afraid they have set up an ambush on the way, or even in Elder Qingwen's palace."
Han Shang said, "We can simply wait until their plan fails, then strike suddenly tomorrow to catch them off guard. Why knowingly walk into a tiger's den?"
Han Shang's method is indeed excellent; it's the best way to reduce team casualties, decrease the consumption of magical artifacts, and also avenge oneself.
If it were before tonight, Bitao would have agreed with Hanshang's approach.
But now that she has "drawn the bow," she doesn't have much time to waste.
She had to quickly show those behind the scenes how this "clown" could make a mess of everything.
They forced those people to come out and appease her.
Therefore, Bitao looked at Hanshang and said, "Don't worry, tonight no matter who we face, whether it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, we can crush them."
Bitao smiled and said, "We have a foolproof plan."
Han Shang had assessed the combat strength of everyone and was also very familiar with the formations on all the spirit ships.
They are just a group with average combat strength, relying on their large numbers and sophisticated formations... On the other hand, any elder from the Nine Heavens Palace has a team of thousands or even tens of thousands of immortals and mortals under their command.
If you confront them head-on, especially if you run into a trap they've set, you really won't gain any advantage.
But when Han Shang looked into Bi Tao's eyes, he remembered that after his eyes were gouged out, Bi Tao had replaced them with someone else's eyes.
Through those eyes, Han Shang saw the world once again, and what he saw was Bi Tao's bright and determined eyes, like stars burning brightly.
With her slender shoulders, she "pried open" the cage that imprisoned them all, leading them to Luofan City, where she recruited talented people, knew how to appoint them to their positions, and thus built the city to its current size.
These eyes, just as they were before, possess the most convincing power in the world.
Han Shang couldn't help but believe Bi Tao, and he couldn't help but be impressed by her determination.
He bowed deeply, offering a respectful gesture of submission, then turned and stood upright like a pine tree, his robes billowing, the gentle breeze transforming into a fierce gale capable of sweeping everything away.
He loudly commanded everyone: "The spirit boat is heading northwest, full speed ahead."
“Catch up with the fleeing people and shoot them down. I know the way to Elder Qingwen’s palace, so I don’t need them to lead the way!”
Several enormous spirit ships, like dark clouds blotting out the sky, quickly drifted northwest.
On the main ship, Bitao and the leaders of the team, including Zhan Kui who was watching the excitement and Guang Han who was in charge of divination, quickly devised several formations to counter the traps.
"No matter how varied and magical artifacts and formations may be in this world, they can never escape the five elements."
"The so-called traps set in advance are nothing more than a confinement formation of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth," said Bitao. "We can simply change the formation according to the elements that counteract each other."
When the Dharma Protector Celestial Master Han Shang led his men to quickly practice the formation change technique in advance, Bi Tao said to Guang Han, "Elder Qing Wen gathered so many mortals before in order to absorb their life force. There must be a corresponding formation in his palace. I will send a few people to protect you later. After you arrive at the palace, your only task is to check the formation."
"Yes." Guanghan, like Bitao's subordinates, responded to Bitao with a brief and forceful reply.
After explaining everything, Bitao prepared to return to the secondary boat to see Mingguang.
At that moment, Zhan Kui grabbed her.
She blinked her unusually large eyes, which were unusually large due to her thinness, and pointed to her small, pointed face, saying, "What can I do?"
Bitao raised an eyebrow at her in surprise and asked, "What can you do?"
Zhan Kui: "...Hey! Even Guanghan is useful, so surely I'm useful too?"
Bitao reached out and touched Zhan Kui's head: "Are you sick? Do you have a fever?"
Bitao: "Have you forgotten your former ideals? Wasn't it just to reap without sowing and die peacefully?"
Bitao chuckled and pinched Zhan Kui's cheek, saying, "You're not needed in the battle. Just stay here in the spirit boat's protective formation and watch those people for a while. Then go out and use your magic weapons to blast them. Just watch it like fireworks."
Bitao helped Zhankui in every competition by having him do things that were potentially crucial but not particularly dangerous.
For Bitao, a trustworthy and obedient person is always a thousand times better than someone who is more capable but cannot be trusted.
Zhan Kui always followed orders without a second thought and never offered to do anything on his own initiative.
What can she do? She's a lucky koi fairy, her luck is off the charts, she can die just by lying down!
But this time... Zhan Kui watched as Guang Han handled things with such ease and joy when she was doing what she was good at.
She also wanted to "do something".
She also wants to be "useful" and rise to prominence!
Moreover, Zhan Kui always felt that her luck had been exhausted. After transforming into Zhu Jiuyin, she was no longer the lucky koi fairy with heaven-defying luck.
If we don't do something... she might not make it to the afterlife this time.
Bitao understood Zhan Kui's meaning; after all, it was really too difficult for her big eyes to hide anything.
It really was raining red blood from the sky.
Bitao wanted to say, "What, are you worried that a thousand banished immortals on this spirit boat aren't enough for you?"
But then she remembered that Zhan Kui and Guang Han were getting serious, and Guang Han was keeping a close eye on Zhan Kui.
They stick to Zhan Kui like rice cakes every day.
They're only focusing on one person; look how bored Zhan Kui is, he even has to put in the effort.
Bitao wanted to say a few words of comfort to her, but she estimated that Mingguang's medicinal effects should have dissipated, and she needed to go and check on him as soon as possible.
He simply flicked Zhan Kui's forehead and said, "Stop thinking nonsense and just lie down."
Bitao said, "If you're bored, have the small kitchen on the spirit boat send you some wine and food. You haven't gained back that much weight yet, and you'll poke a hole in your chest with your chin while you sleep..."
Zhan Kui chuckled again.
Bitao and Jichun-jun, whose shield was always by her side, returned to the spirit boat they had been on before.
As soon as Bitao left, Guanghan appeared immediately. With a long arm, she grabbed Zhankui like a bundle and slipped into the cabin.
Zhan Kui kicked her legs in mid-air. She didn't like being held like this, as it made her look like a piglet caught and sold at the market!
As soon as the door closed, Guanghan pinned Zhankui against it, pinched her chin, and kissed her rosy lips.
They can't get enough of kissing, they're always sucking and licking.
He's not like Mingguang, who has no experience and can only do one thing at a time when taught.
With his lips and tongue, he could tie a person's soul into a knot inside their body and then pull it out with the tip of his tongue.
After kissing for a while, Zhan Kui started sliding down the door towards the ground. Guang Han caught her before stopping her supernatural powers.
Previously, he had been living off Zhan Kui's money and served him diligently. However, once he developed genuine feelings for him, he immediately went from being skilled in various methods to having unparalleled mastery of techniques.
Even someone as reckless as Zhan Kui sometimes can't handle him.
Guanghan lowered her head, her nose touching Zhankui's, and tilted her head to look at her, saying, "Tell Bitao what you're going to do? You'd better stay obediently inside the formation, understand?"
Guanghan, with her captivating beauty and striking features, stared intently at Zhan Kui and said, "Don't run around. It'll be very dangerous later."
Zhan Kui leaned against the door, panting heavily. He reached up and touched the water stains on his chin that he hadn't managed to swallow, a bittersweet feeling mixed with helplessness.
A love that shakes the heavens and earth is indeed very sweet.
But Guanghan is really clingy...
Guanghan said, "I'm going down the spirit boat in a little while, and it's very dangerous. You might not see me again..."
Zhan Kui: "...Are you going to die down there?"
Guanghan: "Pah!" Guanghan tapped Zhankui's nose with her own.
Zhan Kui's head throbbed with pain.
"I mean, aren't you going to kiss me more? We'll have to separate for at least a quarter of an hour later... um, maybe fifteen minutes." His eyes were seductive, and his collar was so loose that it looked like he was just wearing two pieces of cloth on his shoulders.
Zhan Kui: "It's only been a quarter of an hour. If I had blinked any slower, you would have come back before I even finished blinking... Kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses every day, my lips are all swollen."
As she spoke, she plunged her head into Guanghan's loose neckline.
Bitao is wrong.
No matter how sharp her chin is, it won't pierce her own chest.
If there's going to be a leak, it'll be the leak in the Moon Palace, hahaha!
Bitao returned to the spirit boat she had been on, just as Mingguang woke up.
He was talking to the Eastern Lord who was guarding him.
His wounds had not fully healed, and the effects of the numbing pills had not completely worn off, yet he sat down to pull Dongjun, who was standing not far from his bedside.
The clothes he wore underneath were stained with blood.
"Brother! What...what happened to you?"
Mingguang's voice was urgent: "Untie me quickly!"
Bitao entered the room, walked straight past Dongjun, and went to the bedside. Muling covered her face, and Mingguang obediently lay back on the bed.
He was completely unable to move, just like a wooden doll.
However, while others cannot move, their eyes remain unaffected.
He turned his beautiful, golden eyes, which were now burning like fire, to look at Bitao.
The two stared at each other for a moment, then he asked Bitao, "What did you do to my brother?"
Bitao paused, her brow furrowing. "Shouldn't you be asking me what I did to you?"
Mingguang closed his eyes.
He doesn't need to ask.
He could feel that Xiao Taozhi was always by his side when Taiji was stripping away his immortal meridians.
“You heard me,” Bitao said firmly.
She sat on the edge of the bed, took Mingguang's hand, and brought it to her lips, kissing the back of his hand.
He laughed and said, "The Golden Crow Clan's bloodline of breaking through illusions and awakening the spirit is truly powerful. You don't even have a Celestial Pearl, so pills that paralyze the mind will have limited effect on you."
"Did it hurt a lot during the process?"
Bitao followed Mingguang's arm and touched his face: "Why didn't you tell me? I could have given you another one."
Mingguang involuntarily turned his head slightly away, avoiding Bitao's hand that was stroking his lips. Bitao's hand, however, persistently pursued Mingguang's face, covering it.
This time, Mingguang had no way to avoid it, so he finally opened his eyes and looked at Bitao again.
Their eyes met again, and in the bright, golden eyes, Bitao's heartache was something she dared not look directly at.
Bitao knew that Mingguang was willing to risk his life to coerce the ancient immortal clan for her sake, and she also knew that Mingguang was waiting for the ascension ceremony. At that time, he would definitely go all out and send her back to heaven to prove her status.
From Mingguang's perspective, as long as the Ancient Immortal Clan cares about him, then surveillance becomes useless. The two of them can discuss what they want to do. As long as he is willing to threaten with his life, the Ancient Immortal Clan will definitely compromise.
He didn't tell Xiao Taozhi the reason why he planned to do everything he could to help her ascend during the ascension ceremony, because he was afraid that Xiao Taozhi wouldn't be willing to allow him to take the risk.
But he had miscalculated.
He hadn't expected that before they even left the mountains, Little Peach Branch would already be so eager to control him, digging out his immortal veins without hesitation, splitting him apart, and selling him to the ancient immortals as a threat. It was truly a decisive and efficient tactic.
Mingguang, such a proud and strong-willed person, was plundered, controlled, and trampled upon in this way. Even if he still had doubts about her actions, he couldn't help but be heartbroken.
If Bitao were in a different place and treated like that by the person she loved, no matter the reason, she would stop at nothing to kill that person first...
Bitao avoided Mingguang's gaze, leaned over and hugged his immobile body, buried her face in the pillow, and for a moment even thought of disregarding everything and pouring everything out to Mingguang.
What kind of bullshit competition is this? What does it have to do with her whether the heavens are overturned or not?
She just wanted to hold this one person in her arms and not let him be sad or upset.
But Bitao heard her heart pounding in her chest, the will of all living beings gathered within it. As a celestial being of the Nine Heavens, now that she knew of such a shocking conspiracy that could cause the destruction of all living beings, how could she disregard everything for her own selfish reasons?
Then how is she any different from those bastards?
How could she possibly be worthy of such a wonderful man like Mingguang?
Bitao spoke, whispering in Mingguang's ear, "Don't be angry."
Like a greedy venomous snake, Bitao bit Mingguang's neck, wrapped her arms around him, and coiled him between her bodies.
Then he tightened his grip inch by inch: "You're the one who told me that even if I were to pass away and attain the position of the True Immortal, and take over the position of the Great Emperor of Luofeng Mountain, it would still take thousands, even tens of thousands of years to reach the position of Immortal Emperor."
“You have countless supporters in the Nine Heavens. You are a born member of an ancient immortal clan. You are the rightful regent of the Heavenly Realm. How can I, a mere wild immortal, possibly compete with you if I let such a good opportunity slip by?”
Mingguang's eyelashes fluttered slowly, as if trembling.
First came the dark clouds that spread out, obscuring even the brilliant gold, and then shimmering ripples appeared.
Before the water vapor could condense, Mingguang closed his eyes again.
Bitao was still kissing his cheek, but the words she said made him feel a chill to the bone.
"Don't you love me? Just give in to me this once... please?"
After calming down for a long time, Mingguang finally spoke, not dwelling on the previous topic. He was now... now just a complete mortal, with no way to use his extraordinary skills.
He couldn't even turn his neck much to avoid Bitao's cold lips.
Mingguang feigned composure, turned his head slightly away, and asked in a cold voice, "What happened to my brother? What did you do to him?"
Since the two of them confirmed their feelings for each other, Mingguang had never resisted her like this before.
Bitao took a slight breath, wanting to hug Mingguang even tighter.
But I'm also worried about the injuries caused by the tight straps.
She could only rub the top of her hair against his cheek and say, "He's fine."
"As you know, the ancient immortal clan has tried to kill me many times, using all sorts of methods."
"The strength my brother displayed when he protected me outside Luofan City last time was truly admirable."
"But he always has so many misunderstandings about me..."
"Stop talking nonsense, what exactly happened to my brother?" Mingguang didn't want to hear Bitao's excuses.
He interrupted her angrily, his voice not loud, but cold as an icy blade, scraping against Bitao's ear.
Mingguang's chest heaved violently.
Even the wood spirit that was trying to struggle against his bindings began to bleed from several wounds on its body that had not yet fully healed.
Startled, Bitao immediately stood up and quickly activated the Wood Spirit to heal Mingguang's injuries.
Several more restrictions were added to restrain him properly: "Don't move around. You're bleeding again."
Bitao quickly said, "I didn't do anything to him, I just let him smell a little bit of bewitching incense."
"What fragrance?" Mingguang stared at Bitao with lightning speed, the veins on his neck bulging as he pressed her, "My brother couldn't possibly be bewitched by this incense."
The Golden Crow clan's bloodline awakens the spirit and dispels illusions; even the illusions of the ancient demon Dongjun, which can be created over thousands of years, can be broken in the blink of an eye. Ordinary bewitching lands could never deceive Dongjun.
Under Mingguang's persistent stare and struggle.
Bitao stepped forward and grabbed Mingguang by the neck, pressing him back onto the pillow.
He was also forced to his temper: "I told you not to move! What kind of incense could there be? It's all for the sake of sentient beings."
"We discovered together that Elder Qingwen was absorbing the life force of mortals. I detained a mortal and provoked him. Just now, while you were asleep, he sent people to seek revenge."
"Now we're chasing after those people to Elder Qingwen's palace to find out what's going on."
"I don't know how powerful Elder Qingwen really is. I can't possibly fill all the immortal positions that follow me into Elder Qingwen's palace and use them as mud for his lotus pond, can I?"
“If there are other mortals in Elder Qingwen’s palace, we will also need to find a way to rescue them. Of course, I need someone with enough power to cover for me.”
"But my brother had a fight with me before, so he definitely wouldn't help me. That's why I resorted to this tactic."
Mingguang stopped struggling.
He first looked in astonishment at Bitao's chest.
He belatedly realized that Bitao's face was ashen white. His lips trembled a few times, then he pressed them tightly together.
He tilted his head and looked at Bitao with an expression that suggested he didn't recognize her at all.
After a long pause, he chuckled lightly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
With a slightly hoarse voice, he said, "My brother's misunderstanding of you was only because you refused to reconnect my immortal veins, and he suspected you of having ulterior motives. Now it seems he was right. But even so, my brother once saved you outside Luofan City."
"But you actually let him smell the Soul-Guiding Incense, just like how the Xuanmen Patriarch Meteor controlled those immortals in the cultivation world during the second competition, treating him like a puppet..."
"How ruthless! What a brilliant tactic."
Mingguang even hated himself for knowing Xiaotaozhi too well, and for being completely unable to be deceived by her so-called explanations.
He directly exposed her: "Bitao, do you want to use my brother's power to cover for you and save people, or do you want to use his power to show off and force the ancient immortal clan to compromise in fear of your destructive power?"
Bitao was originally standing by the bed, and even though she and Mingguang had a disagreement, neither of them spoke very loudly.
Bitao's plan did not include deliberately distancing herself from Mingguang, because by assisting Taiji in his attack, she was essentially cutting off Mingguang's path to immortality. Now, the closer she got to Mingguang and the more sweet words she used, the more hypocritical and despicable she would appear.
As for Mingguang, who was her "bargaining chip for her death," it seemed perfectly natural for Bitao to hold him in her arms and hang him on her waistband all the time.
It would be unreasonable to distance myself from him.
Young couples often quarrel, but they make up before they get out of bed. Some things can't be said, but they can be done.
Bitao thought that she should spend the next two days getting closer to Mingguang. Her body could completely convey her feelings, and her body's reactions wouldn't lie.
But Mingguang actually called her "Bitao".
The seemingly mild-mannered words "Bitao" struck Bitao's heart like two heavy hammer blows.
Bitao slightly opened her mouth and looked at Mingguang with an incredulous expression, asking him, "What did you call me...?"
Mingguang did not answer her question, but said coldly and profoundly, "Since you want to win so badly, you are willing to use any means necessary, even taking out your own heart to burn as incense to manipulate others."
Why don't you just kill me?
"If you kill me, no one among the younger generation of immortals in the entire Nine Heavens will be able to compete with you for that ultimate position."
Bitao subconsciously pressed her chest, thinking that this was what it felt like to be "heart to heart" and "verbal attrition" with the one she loved.
This is truly an incredibly "novel" feeling.
Bitao took a deep breath and felt her heartbeat, which had just recovered, suddenly stop beating again.
This situation—where there's a misunderstanding, but the explanation just won't go through—is just too exciting...
Oh dear, oh dear.
Bitao took a deep breath, feeling her five yin energies being aroused again, making her so angry that she could hardly breathe.
And it's all over.
Mingguang has really become popular this time.
I'm furious.
When he passes away, he will be extremely, extremely difficult to appease.
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