Chapter 167 If a mortal blocks my way, I'll make your brother dance in public. ...
Dongjun's innate skill is teleportation; time is too tight, there's not even enough time for Bitao to get into the brightly lit bed.
As he ran, he pulled a small knife from Tai Chi's knife bag from his sleeve and stood by the bed, pressing it against Mingguang's neck.
Since Bitao dared to touch Dongjun, she must have a way to control him even if he broke free from her control.
However, this method requires that Dongjun be in a rational and calm state.
With his formidable magical power, he has only unleashed less than a hundred or two percent of it so far. In a state of complete irrationality, it is no exaggeration to say that he could reduce the entire Immortal Realm to ashes.
Therefore, Bitao must first seize the person who can bring Dongjun back to his senses—his beloved younger brother, Mingguang.
The moment the dagger was pressed against Mingguang's neck, Mingguang, by some terrible twist of fate, opened his eyes.
The two looked at each other, and Ming Guang's cold and indifferent gaze made Bi Tao's hand holding the knife tremble slightly.
But Bitao didn't move it, because it concerned her life.
Bitao used to think that eyes could convey a great many emotions and were the best bridge for emotions.
If you love someone, you only need to gaze at them, and they will be able to interpret your intense emotions and fall into the swamp of love you have woven for them.
Now Bitao realizes that the reason why people need mouths even though they have eyes is because many complex things cannot be conveyed through eyes without speaking.
Soon, the sound of hurried footsteps approached. When the first person's footsteps appeared at the door, Bitao didn't even turn her head before blurting out, "If you dare touch me, I'll kill him first!"
As he spoke, he pressed the sharp knife firmly against Mingguang's throat.
"Fairy Maiden, come quickly! I don't know what's wrong with that Dongjun... he keeps shouting that he wants to kill you."
Bitao suddenly turned around, but what she saw was not Dongjun's furious, terrifying face that could destroy everything, but Taiji.
Bitao was taken aback.
"You mean... he just yelled that he was going to kill me, and he hasn't moved an inch yet?"
Bitao slowly withdrew the small knife from Mingguang's neck.
“Yes…” Taiji picked at his ear, “His shouts are filled with spiritual pressure, like a braying donkey. Everyone outside is about to be deafened by him. Fairy, you should go and check on him quickly…”
Bitao completely sheathed the dagger in her sleeve, not daring to look back into Mingguang's eyes. She instructed Taiji, "Check his injuries, give him another pill, and find two people to help him out."
As Bitao stepped out of the cabin door, her mind was racing with thoughts.
Even if Dongjun possessed extraordinary abilities, the smoke emanating from the burning heart of all living beings could not be broken off by him so quickly.
Moreover, since Bitao commands such a powerful "puppet" as Dongjun, the instructions she gives him are naturally very comprehensive.
One of the rules was that no strangers or malicious individuals were allowed to approach him. This was to prevent anyone from trying to break Dongjun's bewitched mind.
Bitao stepped out of the cabin, looking down at Dongjun who was squealing and yelling not far away. She stood with her hands behind her back and her neck held high. There was no trace of the cowardly appearance she had shown earlier when she had fled in panic.
Upon seeing Bitao emerge, Dongjun roared in her direction, "Bitao, what have you done to me?! How dare you control me! Untie me now, or you'll die!"
Bitao pretended to be calm and stood still, but her back was ramrod straight. After standing for a while, she realized that Dongjun had only regained his senses. He could curse and speak, but he could not control his body. In fact, apart from being able to release some spiritual energy when shouting, he had no way to activate the spiritual energy in his body to attack others.
When Bitao heard Dongjun cursing, she thought she had underestimated the ancient immortals and wondered if there was some kind of deity among them who could awaken Dongjun's consciousness from afar.
Just like when he first descended to this world and remotely plundered Bitao's consciousness.
It seems that Dongjun has regained his senses at this moment, but has not regained his ability to act... The one who made the move was not the Ancient Immortal Clan, but the Upper Origin God.
After all, the true master of the Upper Source God is the ability to appear and disappear unpredictably.
As for why he didn't completely unleash Dongjun's self-control.
Bitao pursed her lips, recalling how she had repeatedly caused Dongjun to suffer in silence, yet Shangyuan Shenzhen had never intervened. This was also why Bitao hadn't given Dongjun any orders to target Shangyuan Shenzhen.
He was clearly just an observer in this astral realm, not interfering in the development of anything.
There was even an instance where Dongjun, due to a misunderstanding caused by Bitao and Mingguang's playful fight, suddenly barged in. Shangyuan Shenzhen clearly tried to pull Dongjun away but failed...
Various speculations were pieced together in my mind—it is true that the Upper God truly loves Dongjun, but he has probably been suffering from Dongjun's temperament for a long time.
He has now become the second "Dong Wang Gong," enjoying the spectacle and deliberately allowing Dong Jun to regain his senses and be manipulated.
Bitao looked at Dongjun and wondered if Dongjun knew that his master was so happy to "kick him when he was down".
Dongjun, of course, had no idea. He had always believed that his master was always there for him and would answer all his questions. At this moment, he was hoping that his beloved master would come to save him.
But Shangyuan Shenzhen, who was watching Dongjun's incessant chatter from the shadows, was unaware that a "little confidant" had appeared in his life. He possessed eyes that could see through everything, yet he never imagined that his thoughts had been seen through.
He was genuinely enjoying watching the spectacle. The Upper Source God secretly admired Bi Tao. What a ruthless little fairy! She dug out her own heart and burned it. Who could have imagined this, and who could have guarded against it?
The hearts of all beings are indeed powerful; Dongjun has never suffered such a great loss in his entire life!
He was so deceived that he lost even his fig leaf. If he knew that his younger brother's immortal veins were not transferred but instead dug out, and even became the most advantageous bargaining chip for Bitao's return to heaven, I wonder how he would react.
What's the point of such a thrilling scene if Dongjun is completely out of control and loses his rationality throughout?
That's what makes it fun.
Having figured out the key to the matter, Bitao calmly instructed her subordinates, "Find a clean strip of cloth and gag your brother."
Bitao didn't have anyone completely gag Dongjun. Since Shangyuan God really wanted to watch the show, Bitao was grateful that he hadn't completely released Dongjun's control, so she let him watch.
Finding a strip of cloth was difficult, so someone simply lifted the hem of Dongjun's robe, tore off a piece of his own robe, and used it to gag him.
Dongjun was still shouting, his pupils trembling, his face full of shock at being ridden on by a bunch of brats who were defecating and urinating on his head!
"You dare...you dare! I will definitely kill you, I will definitely kill you, I will kill this baby five times..."
Dongjun's voice soon stopped abruptly because he realized that the cloth strip in his mouth was obstructing the movement of his tongue, and the words he spoke were distorted.
It became utterly ridiculous.
Several people around him laughed!
How vicious! How vicious Bitao is!
They even came up with such a humiliating way of doing things!
Shangyuan Shenzhen smiled and lay on the roof of the spirit boat room behind Bitao, silently patting his thigh.
Not only will the cloth strip in his mouth distort his voice, but before long, Dongjun will find himself unable to control his drooling.
He was such a clean person...
Absolutely amazing! Hahaha!
Shangyuan Shenzhen was determined to befriend Bitao, this person despite their age difference, once everything was settled!
As soon as Dongjun shut up, everyone stopped listening and rubbed their ears.
Bitao said to Dongjun, "Brother, come here and stand next to me."
Although Bitao used Dongjun and even strangled him, these were actually just harmless jokes.
When she actually speaks, she always prefixes it with "brother," and when she gives orders, she does so without any sense of humiliation.
Seeing that he was out of control, Dongjun obediently walked to Bitao's side and stood still.
He must kill Bitao, no... kill everyone here who witnessed his ugliness to vent his anger!
He couldn't imagine what Bitao had done to him during the time he was unconscious!
Bitao quickly explained to him, "It's not that I don't like listening to you, brother, it's just that your magic is too strong. When you roar in anger, everyone's eardrums can't take it."
“Brother, if you’re not angry anymore, I’ll untie this for you. If you want to scold me, I’ll make sure to find a time after today so you can scold me to your heart’s content.”
Dongjun was truly furious this time. He had never been controlled by anyone before, never! There was absolutely no way he could be coaxed by Bitao's few words.
Moreover, the more Bitao talked to him, the angrier she got; every "brother" felt like a slap in his face.
In the blink of an eye, he was so angry that his eyes turned blood red, the veins on his neck bulged, and a heat wave emanated from his body, as if he wanted to unleash his spiritual energy.
Bitao said to him again, "Brother, calm down."
Dongjun's anger was forcibly suppressed by orders, almost turning into internal fire that burned his internal organs to charcoal.
Bitao stopped trying to coax Dongjun. At this point, Taiji had already had Mingguang brought out.
Bitao walked to Mingguang's side, reached out and touched Mingguang's face, and withdrew her hand before Mingguang turned his head away.
Then, standing beside Mingguang, she used some spiritual energy to grab Mingguang's hand, preventing him from breaking free—this was the real, silent threat to Dongjun.
Dongjun's indignant emotions were abruptly heightened by Mingguang's appearance, and his eyes, no longer focused on Bitao, quickly checked on his younger brother's condition.
Bitao then said to her subordinates, "We were able to deal with Elder Qingwen today entirely because of my brother's high level of magic. If it weren't for my brother breaking the formation single-handedly, our main ship would have already been split open by Elder Qingwen."
“The mortals we released a day ago have been captured by Elder Qingwen and are now inside the main hall. There are even many children in there.”
"Qingwen, like you and me, was once a Celestial, but he has gone mad by absorbing the life force of mortals to maintain his own cultivation and lifespan. This is a crime against all living beings. Celestials who commit evil deeds deserve to be punished by everyone."
"Gentlemen, follow me into the main hall to save the mortals and slay Qingwen!"
"yes!"
"Your subordinate obeys!"
Everyone agreed, but when they reached the main hall of Qingwen, the group of mortals who had been shaken by Dongjun's roar and had fled into the hall reappeared, crowding together.
They blocked the entrance to the main hall of Qingwen.
Han Shang, who was beside Bi Tao, had recovered considerably. He stepped forward first and spoke gently to the group of mortals holding various weapons: "Fellow countrymen, there is no need to be afraid anymore. Once we kill Qing Wen, no one will be able to capture you and persecute you again."
Han Shang had previously distributed money to these people, and they didn't seem to mind him. Han Shang walked over to a child and touched the child's head, saying, "I will send someone to take you back home later."
However, very soon, Han Shang's hand slapped.
The child knocked Han Shang's hand away and then turned and shrank back into the group of mortals.
Only half of his head was visible, his eyes fierce as he glared at Han Shang, and he shouted, "Grandpa Qingwen is a good man. He gave me candy and money, and even made me new clothes. You can't kill him!"
Just after the child finished shouting, a sword pierced straight out from the crowd and plunged into Han Shang's arm before he could dodge.
Han Shang had previously suffered a complete collapse of his major acupoints while guarding the formation on the ship. Although he was now healing himself with the Immortal Pearl, he was unable to draw upon any spiritual energy.
As his spiritual energy dwindled, his five senses naturally became similar to those of an ordinary person. Furthermore, he had absolutely no sense of caution towards these mortals whom he had personally sent away before.
And that sword was aimed directly at his heart!
A burly man wielded the sword, which, though haphazardly executed, was incredibly powerful. Han Shang dodged, but not completely, and was stabbed in the arm by the sword.
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and those who reacted quickly immediately stepped forward and pulled Han Shang back.
People gradually gathered around.
Bitao, standing among the crowd, frowned slowly after seeing Han Shang's pierced arm.
However, the crowd's gathering did not deter these mortals.
They always knew that the immortal dared not touch them, and that if they worked together, they would be invincible.
The burly man who had stabbed Han Shang with his sword stood before them, the bloodstains on the sword tip making Bi Tao squint.
The man shouted, "We won't let you hurt Elder Qingwen!"
Bitao remembered this man; he was the one among the group who had previously offered to walk home without needing a ride, saying he would buy an oxcart or horse-drawn cart in a nearby town and then walk home on his own.
He had taken the most money from Han Shang, and now he had actually stabbed Han Shang.
Soon, the group around the mortal man echoed, "Yes! If you... if you want to enter the hall, then step over our corpses! Do you dare?!"
"Back off!" A man grabbed a long spear, seemingly about to stab the nearest immortal in the stomach.
The crowd had no choice but to step back.
This retreat gave these people a kind of "reliance" out of nowhere.
They wildly brandished their various weapons, and together they forced the crowd back several steps.
After everyone descended the steps leading into the hall, those people stopped in their tracks, clearly also afraid.
The palace fears the collapse of the broken array.
They were afraid of the corpses of the banished immortals lying all over the ground, and at the same time, they were wary of the power of Bitao and the others.
“Fairy…” Han Shang walked to Bi Tao’s side, a troubled expression on his face.
He leaned close to Bitao's ear and said, "These people are all mortals, it's not good to confront them head-on. We should try to knock them unconscious first..."
Bitao remained silent, but Dongjun, who had somehow managed to bite off the gag in half, scoffed, "You're just being presumptuous, aren't you?"
"Coming to rescue people with such fanfare? Do they even need your help?"
"If you dare to take a step forward, they will dare to stab you to death. If you dare to fight back, you will be burdened with karma after they die."
"If you still want to be a good person, I advise you to respect the fate of others."
“I saw this group of people a long time ago. They took your money and agreed to go home, but then they bought a cart and oxen and horses and rushed towards Elder Qingwen’s palace, hoping to earn a second income.”
"Now that they've received Elder Qingwen's 'heavy reward,' they'd rather die than let you step into the main hall."
Dongjun and Shangyuan Shenzhen had been hiding around the spirit boat. Both of them could see for hundreds of miles, so they naturally saw how this group of people "betrayed their promises".
He had been waiting to see Bitao make a fool of herself.
I never expected to become a "laughing stock" first.
However, it was not too late, because Bitao's pale and cold expression made Dongjun feel extremely happy.
As expected, after Dongjun finished speaking, a hint of guilt flashed across the faces of these people.
He quickly thought of the heavy gold and silver in his pocket, and then of the kind-faced Elder Qingwen, who was known for his "virtuous reputation." On the contrary, these immortals were ruthless killers. It was obvious who was good and who was bad.
Therefore, these people were quickly bolstered by the little gold and silver in their pockets.
The leader even spoke righteously to Bitao's group: "We don't understand the power struggles among immortals, but you have already killed Elder Qingwen's men, destroyed his palace, and severely injured him, turning his hair white. Why are you still being so aggressive?"
"Take whatever you want! But you're not allowed into the main hall!"
"Yes, I'd like to see who dares to take a step forward, I'll take their clothes!"
Two ordinary people wielding spears waved wildly, forcing Bitao's subordinates to retreat another step.
At this point, the scene froze.
Han Shang, with his injured arm, crawled up from behind and quietly showed Bi Tao a packet of medicine.
Han Shang whispered to Bi Tao, "This is from Taiji. The paralysis pills are ground up. If you scatter a little bit and let people in, it will be enough to make these people faint."
Bitao glanced at the medicine packet, but before she could speak, Dongjun beside her spoke up again: "Hmph, as expected, a bunch of despicable and shameless scoundrels who love to use such bewitching methods."
Bitao looked at Dongjun and met his reddened eyes.
Dongjun glared at Bitao and said quickly, "Release me! I want to see my brother!"
He said all this nonsense just to attract Bitao's attention.
He was only two steps away from his brother, but without Bitao's command, he couldn't move an inch.
Seriously... he's going to be so angry!
Moreover, Dongjun felt that Mingguang's condition was not right. He was being supported and stood calmly, but there was a faint smell of blood emanating from his body.
Having seen so much, Dongjun, who was transferring the immortal veins, didn't need to cut open the flesh to such an extreme extent.
He needed to personally use his spiritual energy to investigate before he could feel at ease.
Bitao quickly turned her gaze away, ignoring Dongjun's words.
They did not agree to let Han Shang and his group spread the drug powder that paralyzes people's minds.
She stepped forward from the crowd and asked them, "Weren't you forced to protect Elder Qingwen?"
The group didn't answer, so Guanghan shouted from the crowd, "No!"
“When we were attacked inside, they helped those mortal guards surround us.”
Bitao didn't turn around, but looked at the mortals and scanned them.
They were asked, "Three of you are missing: a woman, a child, and a boy who is about a teenager. Where did they go?"
"Were you detained by Qingwen to threaten you?"
The group of mortals were quite shocked upon hearing this.
They had only seen the leader of this group of celestial beings once before, and that was from a distance across the spirit boat. Yet, this woman remembered all of them.
They even know which one they're missing!
"That's why the three little boys and their family weren't arrested!"
A woman next to the man holding the sword shouted, "They are all inside taking care of Elder Qingwen; it's all voluntary."
"We are all here voluntarily to protect Elder Qingwen. We will never be bought off by you, no matter how much money you offer!"
After saying these words, the woman subconsciously touched her bulging chest.
The shape of that chest wasn't normal; it was clearly stuffed with a large bag of "good stuff."
Bitao glanced at it and thought that if it were gold and silver, this bag, if not deliberately squandered, would be enough for an ordinary family to live on for a lifetime.
Indeed, people die for wealth, and birds die for food.
Han Shang, who was behind Bi Tao, had already sent one of his men over with a packet of medicine powder.
Bitao turned her head and saw Chong'a.
He was the first person to successfully transfer his immortal veins through Tai Chi, and the one who knelt on the ground, willing to give his life for Bi Tao.
He was extremely tall and strong. Even standing several steps below Bitao, his size and imposing presence exerted a great deal of pressure on the sword-wielding man who was the first among the mortals.
The mortal man holding the sword looked at Chong'a, subtly shifted his feet, swallowed hard, but did not retreat.
Chong'a stood beside Bitao, awaiting her instructions.
Bitao then turned her head slowly and said to the mortal man holding the sword, "I remember I had someone tell you that Elder Qingwen was absorbing the life force of mortals, causing them to die young. You all know that, right?"
Everyone obviously knew, because someone quickly retorted: "Nonsense!"
"Elder Qingwen is a highly respected and kind person. He lost his son at a young age, which is why he loves children so much. It's not that he wants children to absorb his life force, as you say! Our children are all fine. Some of them have come several times and are still okay."
"It was you! You wanted to seize Elder Qingwen's position and wealth, so you used this excuse to kill him!"
Bitao scratched her brow as she watched the crowd begin to accuse them of wrongfully killing an innocent person.
Chong'a couldn't help but step forward, about to make a move.
Bitao raised her hand to stop him, and then drew his sword from his waist.
Then, with a flash, he appeared in front of the mortal man holding the sword.
Without uttering another word, he directly channeled his spiritual energy into the longsword and severed his head with a single strike.
The blood, like a gushing spring, shot up to the top of the high gate.
Above it hangs a plaque inscribed with two powerful black and gold characters that complement the magnificent architecture of the Qingwen Palace: "Tian Zhao".
Justice will prevail, and retribution will be swift.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Aaaaaaahh ...
"Murder! Murder!"
When the group of mortals, who were huddled together, were splattered with the hot blood of the sword-wielding mortal man, they finally forgot about the saying "you take money to solve problems" and scattered in all directions.
A little blood was splattered on Bitao's face.
Under the magnificent lights, this splash of bright red made her pale features appear even more eerie and malevolent, exuding a fierce aura.
Aside from the heart-wrenching cries of the mortals crawling on the ground and shouting about killing, all of Bitao's subordinates, including Dongjun, were stunned below the steps.
Only Mingguang looked at Bitao for a moment, then closed his eyes as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.
Bitao threw the sword back to Chong'a, who was still stunned.
I wiped my face.
Turning to the crowd with their varied expressions, he said helplessly, "Why do you all always forget that you are celestial beings from the Nine Heavens?"
She explained to her subordinates: "These mortals who know that the banished immortals are bringing disaster to the world, yet willingly aid and abet the evildoers because of their selfish desire for money, even becoming their accomplices, sow evil seeds first, and killing them will have no effect."
"Tonight will be busy. We'll encounter many mortals blocking our way. If we just use sleeping pills on them, where will we get so many sleeping pills?"
"We are all celestial beings of the Nine Heavens, possessing supernatural powers. Heaven has not abandoned us, and it is our natural duty to judge evildoers. Why should we care about cause and effect?"
As she spoke, Bitao channeled her spiritual energy into her palm, casting a cleansing spell on herself to prove that she had not suffered any karmic repercussions.
Her subordinates were initially silent, but when they saw the light flashing in her palm, their pupils trembled as if they had seen divine light descend upon the world!
It turns out they were never abandoned by the Heavenly Dao; they still have the celestial authority to punish good and eliminate evil!
But they all forgot.
Or perhaps they dare not even think about it or dare not try it.
Then, starting from who knows where, another round of monkey-like cheers and ghostly shouts broke out.
Bitao let them call out for a while, venting the bitterness and embarrassment that had been pent up in her heart for many years, before waving her hand and saying, "Let's go in and meet the real Qingwen."
The crowd surged forward, bypassing Bitao and running inside with their weapons.
Bitao added, "Remember, you must not kill mortals who surrender. And it's best not to touch children either."
"yes!"
"Okay!"
"Understand!"
Bitao went down the steps against the flow of people, and before reaching Mingguang's side, she cast a cleansing spell on herself.
She first said to Dongjun, who looked at her with disdain and arrogance, "Brother, go in and help them. I'm afraid Qingwen has a backup plan."
Dongjun has absolutely no desire to go!
He didn't care about those people's lives or deaths; all he wanted to see was how his brother was doing!
But as soon as Bitao finished speaking, he uncontrollably took long strides and rushed into the main hall.
He also left behind a venomous threat: "Bitao, you'll remember this!"
As soon as Dongjun left, Bitao replaced the person who had been supporting Mingguang and reached out to support Mingguang's arm.
They then released the spiritual energy that had been sealed around his body.
Mingguang looked at her coldly, about to struggle, but Bitao didn't meet his gaze. She grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her neck, saying directly, "You see? Your brother is under my control now. If you don't let me touch him, I'll make your brother dance in public."
Mingguang broke free from Bitao and withdrew his arm.
Bitao continued, "The kind of dance where you take off your clothes while you're dancing..."
Mingguang stretched out his arm again, but instead of wrapping it around Bitao's neck, he grabbed her neck with his large hand.
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