Chapter 20: He doesn't remember, he doesn't know. He's even unafraid of death now…
Bitao was indeed wary of wild beasts, but if it were a human, it posed no threat whatsoever.
She said, "She's such a beautiful woman, those people haven't even had a chance to use her yet, how could they bear to lock her up with wild beasts to fight?"
After observing for a while, Bitao discovered that this man was not only incapable of attacking people like a wild beast, but he also lacked the ability to leave the bed.
She put the dried blood-red hairpin back into her hair.
She walked over to the bound man, took down the oil lamp not far from the bed, adjusted the wick to make it brighter, and leaned closer to the man to check on his condition.
Tsk.
That's a bit tragic.
He has multiple cuts on his body, some of which are quite deep, and they seem to have never been treated, with the wounds showing signs of worsening.
There were also multiple bone misalignments in the limbs.
Moreover, this person was probably a real "tough nut to crack," as he struggled violently, with multiple tears and lacerations in his skin. Naturally, the rope binding him was tightened more and more to prevent him from escaping.
My hands and feet started to bruise because of poor blood circulation.
This person should also be a "Heavenly Ruler".
Although his face was covered and his appearance was completely obscured, his body, despite its horrific state, still possessed a strikingly tall and muscular physique.
How can I serve rich men if I'm dressed like this?
Bitao lowered her head and carefully observed the man, deducing that his panting was due to a high fever, which in turn was due to severe injuries.
Little did she know that while she was observing the man before her, others were also observing her from the heavens through the Milky Way.
"How could she be here..." A high-ranking immortal from the ancient immortal clan couldn't help but murmur.
"She sold herself into a cult... So, the Celestial Immortal Mingguang also inadvertently fell into a cult!" A celestial being who had been secretly following her suddenly realized.
They had been wondering who this audacious and ruthless villain was, who had bound and hidden Mingguang Tianxian in the cellar, and what their intentions were.
Now I finally understand that Mingguang Tianxian had fallen into the hands of a cult. Since ancient times, there have been righteous immortals, and naturally there have been evil gods.
Cult members are always brutal and ruthless, and their methods are usually despicable, shameless, and unscrupulous.
No wonder that someone as pure and virtuous as Mingguang Tianxian would accidentally slip and fall.
He must have put up a fierce resistance to end up in such a terrible situation.
From the moment the immortals of the ancient immortal clan discovered that the celestial immortal Mingguang was in trouble, they gathered together to discuss whether or not the immortals who were supervising the competition should intervene.
"To impersonate the Qinghua Emperor and commit lewd acts, even if not during the competition, should be stopped by someone to uphold the name of the Qinghua Emperor!"
"But we are in the middle of a competition! Tens of thousands of immortals have descended to the mortal realm, precisely to claim the title of immortals in the Heavenly Realm!"
"Intervene whenever you see someone in distress, and you still want to compete for a celestial position? Just take them back to their own clans and let them nurse!"
"you!"
"What do you mean, 'you'?! Aren't there enough unworthy 'babies' in the Ancient Immortal Clan?!"
Even a high-ranking immortal from the ancient immortal clan, under the attack of such malicious words, clutched the back of his neck and slumped into a chair.
For a moment, his breathing became even heavier than that of the celestial being on the Silver River.
Yes, the competition was originally started to prove that these celestial beings born in the heavens were capable of fulfilling their celestial duties. What's with the budget being cut off halfway through?
And on what basis?
Why is it that someone is defeated before even emerging from the birth canal, and the high and mighty celestial immortals of the ancient immortal clan are in trouble, so the proctors accompanying the competition have to lend a hand?
What's so great about being the son of an Immortal Emperor?
The title of Immortal Emperor is never hereditary!
If this celestial being Mingguang dies incompetently in the mortal realm, it remains to be seen who will ascend to the top in the future!
He's just relying on having a good father to give him status and a good mother to pave the way for him!
You Tian would never agree to the meritorious immortal position!
Among them, the most vehemently opposed was Zhu Mingxiandu, who wished he could jump up and smash the skulls of this group of ancient immortals to let them breathe.
The debate intensified, and Zhu Ming, without uttering a single curse word, displayed the prowess of a scholar engaging in a verbal battle, leaving the ancient immortals speechless.
It almost made the Eastern King Duke laugh his head off again.
Unable to clap, he banged his head against the table, the thumping sound like war drums, creating quite a spectacle.
The scene above the silver screen freezes on the image of Bitao being thrown into the cellar.
Zhu Ming's eyelids twitched violently a few times, and the "extreme words" he was about to utter to the Ancient Immortal Clan were choked back in his throat.
Even the Eastern King stopped banging on the table.
As soon as the fighting stopped on his side, the ancient immortal clan seized on his weakness and said, "Even if it was for the selection competition to prove one's immortality, even if the Bright Light Celestial Immortal fell into this situation, it was because of his carelessness!"
"But now he has encountered that 'wolf-like woman,' and who doesn't know that she is Zhu Mingxian's attendant, and that she acts recklessly by relying on the power of the Xiandu?"
"For a century, she has coveted and harassed Mingguang Tianxian, and her methods are no less than those of cult members!"
"Even if we don't uphold the name of the Azure Emperor and don't interfere in the affairs of immortals in the mortal realm, are we supposed to sit idly by and watch shameless scoundrels commit lewd acts against their fellow contestants? What does that have to do with proving whether an immortal is capable of fulfilling their immortal duties!"
"If we condone such behavior, how are we any different from cults and evil gods?!"
This angle is really tricky.
Not only did they shift the blame, but they also invoked the banner of "fairness."
Zhu Ming was momentarily speechless.
Bitao's reputation has always been terrible. In order to stir up conflict between the ancient immortal clan and the merit immortal position, Zhu Ming may have played a role in fanning the flames.
He was happy to see those "noble young masters" of the ancient immortal clans being chased around like fluffy rabbits by Bitao.
Bitao never acted like she didn't care, just as Zhu Ming never cared that his petty schemes were despised by others.
The heavens may mock her for her unrealistic ambition to rise to the top, and they may openly sneer at her for her delusional desire to compete for a celestial position.
But this silver-tongued person actually described the peach blossom in such a despicable way!
Zhu Ming raised his hand and summoned the immortal artifact, Jade Bone, which descended from above, its ethereal beauty casting a protective aura.
This time, however, it did not release the life force to heal the immortal essence of Bitao. Instead, the penetrating fragrance transformed into a fierce gale, intending to let this person who dared to speak so recklessly taste what it meant to be slowly tortured!
"Golden Serpent Thunder General! You have misspoke, why don't you apologize to the Immortal Overseer!"
Although the Celestial Attendant is not considered a celestial official, the Little Fairy of Peach Blossoms is in cahoots with You Tian's "Merit Dog".
Now even the Eastern King Duke is on Zhu Ming Xian Du's side. Although this Golden Serpent Thunder General's words of hating evil as if it were true, his words of insulting Xian Du's attendant were indeed excessive.
The position of Immortal Supervisor assists the Eastern King Duke in supervising the male immortals of the Nine Heavens. Even if he were to cripple this minor general of the Thunder Department in a fit of rage, no one would be able to seek justice for him.
Furthermore, if You Tian holds a grudge, one will not only find it difficult to move an inch in the Heavenly Realm, but will also face thorns at every turn.
The immortal masters of the Bing and Lei departments immediately took action, blocking Zhu Ming's immortal weapon and forcing the junior Golden Serpent Thunder General to kneel on the ground.
While seemingly apologizing to Zhu Ming, his true intention to protect his own son was evident in his words.
When Zhu Ming was the crown prince in the mortal realm, he was autocratic and ruthless. Anyone who dared to offend him met their end at the hands of Yama, the King of Hell. Now, he was truly driven mad with anger.
But... he looked at Yin Hangu, watching Bitao stand motionless in front of the bed with her head down for a long time, thinking of how Bitao had been infatuated with Mingguang for a hundred years, but due to the difference in their immortal ranks, they had never been able to get close to her.
He closed his eyes and retrieved the magical artifact.
He swallowed his anger.
I understand that Bitao has been tossing and turning in her sleep, longing for Mingguang. Even if she did something after getting this opportunity to be close to him, it was uncontrollable and understandable.
Zhu Ming has always been like this: he will stop at nothing to get what he likes or wants.
Although the young general from the Thunder Department apologized, the innate arrogance and disdain in his eyes stung Zhu Ming.
Zhu Ming even uncontrollably recalled that he was not yet the crown prince, but merely the son of a dancer who was bullied by the princes and princesses in the palace.
No matter what I did, I was subjected to malicious speculation and humiliation.
It's as if he was born lowly and of inferior blood, so everything he does is wrong.
Even though he understood Bitao, it would be a lie to say he wasn't embarrassed at that moment.
He frowned deeply, closed his eyes, and sat upright, trying to force himself into a meditative state and stop looking at the Milky Way.
The brief turmoil seemed to have subsided, and the scene on the Silver River Fishing Platform once again shifted to the circumstances of the other contestants.
But almost everyone was secretly tracking Mingguang Tianxian and Bitao.
As if to confirm her evil deeds, it cruelly nailed You Tian's position of meritorious immortality to the pillar of shame of "despicable and wicked".
However, the oblivious and unaware Bitao, upon ascending the countless immortal-level silver nets, presented itself in the same frivolous manner as they had anticipated.
She was reaching out to touch the celestial fairy.
Bitao pressed on a rather deep wound on the thigh of the man in front of her.
Blood and pus gushed out, and the pseudo-closed wound was red and swollen, opening up again.
Then Bitao pressed on all the wounds on his body, using a lot of force.
Bitao had been treating her own injuries since she was little, so she was fairly familiar with them. The situation wasn't as bad as Bitao had imagined; only two wounds showed signs of becoming infected.
Fortunately, these were all knife wounds, at least not scratches from wild animals with claws covered in mud and rotting flesh, otherwise they would all be festering by now.
The man was probably in too much pain, and the groans he let out were rather unpleasant to hear.
"How...despicable!" Someone muttered, their ears turning red as they watched Yin Han Gu and listened to Ming Guang Tian Xian's painful groans.
Bitao poked almost every wound on the man's body, roughly estimating that he wouldn't die too quickly.
Her hands were stained with some blood, and she frowned, clicking her tongue in disgust.
Although it's not fatal, the wound still needs to be treated as soon as possible.
She walked to the bedside, put down the oil lamp, and reached out to lift the cloth covering Mingguang Tianxian's head and face.
"Are you really not going to stop them... Immortal Emperor... General Kunyi, are you not going to do anything about it either...?"
"She will definitely... Mingguang Tianxian is so pitiful..."
The murmurs were deafening, and Zhu Ming, annoyed, opened his eyes, summoned the Silver Net, and tracked down Bi Tao.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. What was so shameful about being true to his own desires?!
He only feels comfortable when he sees Bitao humiliating that high and mighty celestial being! Humph!
Bitao lifted the cloth covering Mingguang's face, and as everyone expected, she stared at Mingguang's face in a daze.
Her hand moved uncontrollably to his forehead, slid stickily along his temples toward his cheeks, and finally stopped on his chin.
Bitao lifted Mingguang's chin. Mingguang was delirious with fever, his face as red as a spring peach.
The damp sweat caused his messy hair to stick to the side of his face and neck, and his slightly parted lips made him breathe short and rapid, looking very different from his usual cold and serious appearance!
Her excessively long eyelashes trembled like the wings of a drowning butterfly, it was simply... simply adorable!
And Bitao, who had been holding his chin, now lowered her head to face his unguarded, vibrant lips—
The immortals who witnessed this scene exclaimed: "!"
really!
mean!
Shameless!
debauchery!
Damn it!
That was truly a scene that attracted widespread attention and scorn.
But just when everyone thought that Bitao was finally like a weasel that had stolen a chicken, and would definitely tear open the chicken's neck and drink its blood, she stopped.
It stopped less than a palm's width above Mingguang's head and face.
She tilted her head slightly, as if she was looking at something intently.
Like a wild beast that has caught its prey but doesn't bite, yet insists on playing with it to its heart's content!
At this moment, everyone looking at the immortal throne of Yin Han Gu felt their hearts clench with anxiety.
In fact, Bitao was simply looking at Mingguang.
It has nothing to do with everyone's guesses.
She had no lewd thoughts whatsoever. After checking the man's injuries, she noticed a cloth on his head and wanted to pull it off to wipe the blood and grime off her hands.
Then, Bitao inadvertently noticed a red mark on the man's chin.
Undeniably, as a candidate for "Heavenly Emperor," this man was indeed very good-looking.
Bitao had never seen such a handsome man.
But what attracted Bitao was not his full, straight nose, his bright red, slightly parted lips, or his incomparably superior facial features.
It was a small mole on his chin.
Bitao pinched his jaw, scratched it several times with her thumb, and found that it wasn't a bloodstain, but really a small mole.
A small red mole.
Little Red?
Bitao had no idea where those two words had come from.
She leaned closer because the light was too dim, but once she could see clearly... it was no longer surprising.
She even wondered why she didn't have a beauty mark.
This little mole is so perfectly formed, like the finishing touch on a painting, like adding color to a hazy landscape, instantly bringing his unrealistically handsome features to life.
Bitao straightened up, grabbed the cloth, and vigorously wiped her hands.
The immortals on the Milky Way: "..."
No relatives? Why? Don't you usually pounce on Mingguang the moment you see him, risking your life to gain an advantage?
Then, Bitao scrutinized the man for a moment.
I found his most severely injured thigh and pressed it again.
Although she found it a bit dirty, she still prepared to clean his wound.
Bitao just touched his face; he has a high fever. I hope he doesn't die tonight.
Bitao has been hunting since she was a child, and getting injured is common. When she is scratched by wild animals, the wounds easily become infected. In the absence of medicine, cleaning the wounds usually prevents them from getting worse.
This is the only thing that can be done when there is no treatment available.
But the fabric on the man's trousers was in the way, obscuring the wound.
Bitao inserted her fingers into the tear in the fabric and pulled it forcefully to both sides—
"Sizzle!"
Looking at the immortals in the Silver River Net—the high-ranking immortals should not look at them with disrespect—he turned his fierce gaze to the immortals of merit.
It's almost as if it's saying—See! I knew it!
Some lower-ranking immortals, such as Bitao's friends, stared intently and couldn't help but let out "goose~goose~goose~~" howls.
That's a celestial being from the Bright Light Heaven!
Who in this world could possibly pull down Mingguang Tianxian's pants?!
I told you long ago that anyone who hangs out with Bitao is definitely not a "good person".
Some of them were even happy that Bitao had succeeded!
Why be so serious and old-fashioned with these ancient relics? It's just the lower realm anyway!
No matter what happens, it will not affect the future selection of immortal positions.
Desire and lust are tribulations that even immortals must overcome. Our Tao Tao is helping Mingguang Tianxian overcome his tribulation!
At this moment, Bitao was kneeling on one knee on the bed, looking like she was about to get into bed!
If the footage shown next is indeed related to male-female intercourse, Yinhan Gu will naturally temporarily stop tracking it.
However, to everyone's surprise once again, the investigation into Bitao and Mingguang was not stopped.
None of the embarrassing things I had imagined happened.
Bitao knelt by the bed to exert force.
She pressed her hands on both sides of Mingguang's leg wound and squeezed hard, causing pus and blood to gush out. Mingguang cried out in pain, and his body kept trying to curl up.
But Bitao was extremely cruel. Not only did she ignore his cries, she didn't even loosen the ropes binding his hands and feet, which were bleeding from his violent struggles.
Not only did he squeeze the wound violently, but he also reached in and dug at the infected area where there were scabs and adhesions.
In cases of suppuration, the scab that forms on the wound should not be left.
It continued until the deepest wound on Mingguang's thigh finally started bleeding.
Most of the immortals, covered in silver nets, were dumbfounded, while some remained defiant.
He said, "So she didn't really like Mingguang Tianxian. She's a complete demon who loves to eat pain! She just enjoys seeing people suffer! Hiss!"
The stubborn person was slapped by someone next to him, and he covered his head and fell silent.
Bitao continued, squeezing the wound and then squeezing the wound on Mingguang's waist and abdomen.
The location of this wound is more delicate, and Bitao seems like a ruthless executioner.
He tugged at his belt and first used his fingers to probe the wound to check the depth of the rot.
There was no other way but to use my hands, since conditions were limited and Bitao didn't have a knife.
Once fresh blood comes out, consider it a wash.
As a result, Mingguang, who had been in a coma for a long time due to a high fever, finally opened his eyes with great difficulty amidst intense pain and the horror of his clothes being gradually removed.
Although he opened his eyes, his mind was still clouded due to the high fever.
His pale golden eyes unconsciously turned sharp, but unfortunately, given his current situation, he couldn't intimidate anyone at all.
Especially frightening Bitao, who doesn't even remember or recognize him now.
Bitao glanced at him, somewhat surprised that he had pale gold eyes, and raised an eyebrow.
Could this "Heavenly Emperor" have alien blood?
Bitao grew up in a small mountain village, where she only heard from villagers that people with ethnic ancestry had eyes that were a different color than normal people.
Seeing that he was confused and disoriented, Bitao quickly and indifferently looked away.
Yes, I don't remember, I don't know.
The celestial positions included even Zhu Ming, but all that was remembered was Bi Tao's constant yearning for and harassment of Ming Guang.
But no one knows how Bitao's feelings for him arose.
It is unknown whether the damage to her Heavenly Soul has erased the hundred-year friendship she shared with Mingguang when she was condensing her spirit under the Great Peach Tree.
They didn't believe that Bitao was not someone who was lustful at first sight.
Without the memories of the peach tree, Mingguang was nothing more than an unlucky "young nobleman" who had been abducted into a cult in her eyes.
As for why he was called a "noble young master," it was because although Mingguang's clothes were tattered, they were silky smooth to the touch.
Moreover, it's not as easy to tear as the linen clothes that Bitao wore.
It must be good fabric.
Cultists would never dress their "Heavenly Kings" in such fine clothes, and even if they did, they wouldn't have so many holes in them.
Moreover... Bitao took out a jade pendant from inside Mingguang's waistband, which was suspended by a thin rope and tied to the waistband.
wrong……
"Is this... a seal?"
The translucent white jade carving also carries the heat emanating from the man's body, which is unusually warm.
Bitao held the rope in her hand and looked at it repeatedly.
Upon seeing the seal at the bottom, he pressed it hard against the back of his hand.
Then, looking at the oil lamp, he asked, "Bright...light?"
Bitao clutched the small white jade seal and glanced at Mingguang, whose gaze had shifted from sharp to empty.
Then, with practiced ease, he untied the rope holding the white jade seal from his belt and tied it to his own.
This handsome young man was quite clever; he kept the obviously valuable pendant close to his body, inside his abdomen, which is why it wasn't taken away.
Bitao spoke slowly, regardless of whether the delirious person could hear her.
"This is considered a consultation fee."
Bitao searched everywhere in the small mountain village for doctors to help her mother-in-law. The doctors she met were all mediocre, but they never hesitated to charge her a hefty fee.
Bitao learned everything from those heartless quacks, and before even finishing treating the patient, she took the hefty consultation fee first.
However, having received payment for the treatment of her injuries, Bitao worked even harder to care for them.
Her efforts actually brought Mingguang back to his senses, whose mind had been wandering due to the high fever.
"Ugh..." He straightened up in pain, but Bitao knelt on his waist, pressing against him and forcing him to lie back down.
"Endure it," Bitao said coldly.
This scene made many people feel sorry for Mingguang, even through the silver gorges.
Mingguang's gaze was forced to focus as he looked at the person who was "torturing him".
He thought it was those cultists who wanted to tame him again, and they had found new ways to torture him and force him to submit.
Upon seeing the person on his body, Mingguang's pupils suddenly dilated, and the pale gold in his eyes resembled a sun rapidly obscured by dark clouds, leaving only a pale gold ring.
He opened his parched lips and, in astonishment, managed to squeeze out, "You..."
What are you doing here!
But soon, under Bitao's "serious treatment," the words he uttered were replaced by a distorted "Ugh—".
“Speak,” Bitao said calmly, “speak louder.”
She was just wondering how to lure the people from outside over.
Moreover, Bitao has experience and knows that shouting can indeed relieve pain.
"Don't squeeze your legs together, do you not want your calves anymore?"
Bitao squeezed another wound to draw blood, and as a result, she discovered a deep wound on the back of his calf that she hadn't seen before.
Bitao had no choice but to untie the rope binding his leg, and then, to make it easier to treat the wound, she carried his leg on her shoulder.
She didn't untie all four of his limbs to prevent him from moving around in pain and hindering the wound cleaning.
Even though Bitao was diligently treating her wounds, the scene depicted on the silver net was still somewhat unsightly.
Mingguang trembled all over in pain; this pain was different from the pain of his flesh and bones being separated in the Five Thunder Formation.
As a celestial being, he could bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded under the Five Thunderbolts, but now that he was a mortal, he realized that illness was not just simple pain.
What's even more terrifying is the pain, itching, and weakness caused by the infection, which prevents it from healing on its own.
Even now, no matter how hard he tries to be strong and endure, he can't grit his teeth and bear it.
Especially the person who "tortured" him like this, for some reason, became... her.
Mingguang closed his eyes in despair.
But she went too far, even riding on his waist...
Of course, Bitao chose this position so that she could squeeze out the dirty blood from the wound more effectively.
And part of it is also due to habit.
Bitao was accustomed to using all her strength to subdue a predator after hunting it, to prevent the animal from feigning death and retaliating.
For her, this was the safest position.
Unfortunately, Mingguang, who was being suppressed, could not understand.
Just like the immortals watching the Milky Way at this moment, they cannot understand it either.
For a fleeting moment, Mingguang finally mustered some strength and, disregarding everything, tore his wrists off and broke free of the ropes.
With his three unbroken fingers, he tightly gripped the wrist of the person on top of him who was trying to unbutton his collar.
A soft "snap" sounded.
What he heard was deafening to Mingguang; it was the result of all his strength.
The force applied to Bitao's hand was negligible, because his hot, sweaty palm only touched Bitao's wrist briefly before falling away.
The feeling of the peach blossom was like having your wrist licked by a puppy's tongue.
But she was still shocked.
Bitao: "...Wow!"
Wow, that's amazing!
How did he break free?
No wonder he was tied up and tortured like that; he's a tough nut to crack.
Little did he know that "a scholar can be killed but not humiliated." Mingguang could endure the pain of death, but he could not bear... being completely naked.
Especially in front of her.
His impression of Bitao was more rigid than that of any of the immortals in the Nine Heavens.
Going back to the last time the two of them had contact, it was when she recklessly kissed him.
At this moment, Mingguang was not at the Celestial Immortal level, so he had no power to break through her immortal spirit and was completely powerless to fight back.
At this moment, he was not even afraid of death, but he was terrified of her dying.
Unfortunately, in the end, Mingguang couldn't stop anything, and his wounds were all treated with his arms wide open.
Yinhan Gu blocked the tracking for fifteen minutes.
Whether it was due to being overly stimulated or being unable to face reality, Mingguang fainted again.
Bitao jumped off the bed and casually tossed the used rag onto the man's chest.
He's like a playboy who wipes his mouth and runs away after he's done.
Bitao walked to the broken wooden door of the earthen cellar and looked outside.
They still didn't untie the man's hands and feet on the bed, lest he move around and squeeze the wound, affecting the clotting of the fresh blood.
As for the misplaced hands and feet, Bitao could handle them, but she wasn't in a hurry to put them back in their proper places.
He must have gone without food and water for many days, and with the high fever, his physical strength was completely exhausted, making it unsuitable for him to continue expending energy.
Bitao once fell from a tree and broke her arm. Because it hurt too much, she dared not touch it, so it grew crooked.
Later, during treatment, she learned that the crooked bone needed to be broken and twisted back into its correct position. That time, the pain was so intense that she rolled on the ground in agony.
Cleaning a wound after an injury and infection is not comparable to the level of bone setting.
The man's dislocated bone had been there for some time, and like Bitao before, it had grown back a little. Now that it had been broken and twisted back into place, it was useless without something to fix it.
Moreover, he no longer has the physical strength to withstand that kind of pain.
Most importantly, even in that situation, he risked everything to pull his hand off and break free of the rope.
In Bitao's mind, this person's level of danger was almost equivalent to that of a wild beast.
Bitao was in the same room with him, but to ensure her own absolute safety, she decided to keep him tied up.
Bitao stood at the door for a while, then took the oil lamp and stretched it out through the crack in the broken wooden door to shine outside.
She knew the cellar was big when she was thrown in, but now she realized it was more than just big; it was practically a rabbit's den.
There were many scattered small earthen caves. Although the caves were pitch black inside, Bitao looked closely and could see that there seemed to be human figures in each of them.
Very occasionally, from some unknown direction, one could faintly hear the cries of a child.
And even though Bitao had tormented that man so badly that he was screaming in agony, no guards came in to check or stop it.
Bitao looked up again, gazing at the open space above the small earthen cave.
The only exit is probably the place where she was brought in.
Bitao's expression was not solemn; she did not show the anxiety and fear of those who were imprisoned, and was even very calm.
Meanwhile, the immortals who had been tracking Bitao and Mingguang through the Silver River Net were far from at peace.
They started arguing again.
This time, no one could smear Bitao anymore. Bitao did not take the opportunity to do anything excessive to Mingguang. She even helped Mingguang clean his wounds.
Bitao unintentionally became the "trigger" once again.
It allowed the meritorious immortal who had gone through so much hardship to ascend to the heavens but was looked down upon and grouped with Bitao as a wicked and lewd person to finally have a moment of triumph.
The sarcastic remarks thoroughly provoked those ancient immortals who were convinced that Bitao was about to do something unreasonable.
"Different people have different opinions; only those with filthy hearts can see filth and sludge!"
"Exactly! Only a person filled with lust sees everyone else as a lewd person!"
These words were like a commotion in a chicken coop. Those ancient immortals who thought highly of themselves naturally couldn't stand such veiled insults.
But this time, it was them who were speechless.
Some even tried to argue their point: "She clearly and deliberately humiliated Mingguang Tianxian! Her unrequited love turned to hatred!"
Those who were close to Bitao also joined in, not engaging in arguments, but instead deliberately poking at the heart of this group.
"Oh... Your ancient immortal clan is indeed very knowledgeable. You even know that unrequited love can turn into hatred..."
The scene was quite ugly at one point.
However, those arguing were all low-level immortals; the high-level immortals were all pretending to be in deep meditation with their eyes closed.
They couldn't bring themselves to participate in such a debate.
Moreover, if Mingguang truly perishes in the lower realm, their most important task now is to keep an eye on their own juniors and prepare to secretly recommend the next Immortal Emperor successor after the first competition ends.
In any case, the Immortal Emperor can only come from their ancient Immortal Clan!
However, some of the six high-ranking ancient immortal clans secretly began to track down their own juniors one by one, and soon their expressions became increasingly ugly.
In the past, Zhu Ming would have noticed this change immediately.
And they quickly found out why they were so alarmed.
But at this moment, Zhu Ming did not spare any attention to look at those "old relics".
His expression as he looked at the peach blossoms on the silver net was strange.
Only now did he realize that Bitao Tian's soul was damaged, and she probably didn't even remember who Mingguang was.
Her previous actions towards Mingguang were indeed to save him, but her methods were far too brutal, showing no "tenderness or mercy" whatsoever.
She... doesn't like Mingguang anymore?
What's the point of chasing someone to the death in the Heavenly Realm, even if it means your immortal essence is shattered, just to kiss them?
But Zhu Ming quickly came to a realization.
He was originally a celestial being with merit, and after ascending to the mortal realm with so many merits, his Dao heart collapsed and he perished, even dispersing his spirit to the mortal realm on his own. This was because his circumstances changed his state of mind.
A change in mindset can lead to different choices and even inevitably affect one's temperament.
In this life, or rather after being reincarnated as a human, Bitao had no idea what "liking someone" was.
Zhu Ming couldn't help but laugh.
Whether she joined the cult or "walked into a trap," given Bitao's unpredictable style, Zhu Ming is now genuinely curious about what Bitao is up to.
As Zhu Ming thought, Bitao is not a celestial being who has descended to earth to compete.
She was just a native, self-important country girl.
She didn't want to earn any damn faith power so she could return to the Celestial Realm and compete for a Celestial position.
Her ideas were so simplistic and brutal that they were outrageous.
She just felt that cult members were rich, and that they had acquired their money through illegitimate means.
She can come here without any humanity to make some money and buy some good food.
Pig's trotters are the best.
She wants to eat pig's trotters now.
Stewed until very soft and tender, it's best to fry it again in oil and sprinkle with seasonings, resulting in a crispy, fragrant, and tender texture.
As night deepened, Bitao, filled with the hopeful anticipation of soon enjoying pig's trotters, prepared to sleep and recharge.
There was indeed a bed in the room, but... Bitao thought the man on the bed was dirty, and was afraid he would go crazy in the middle of the night and strangle her.
Even in his state, the hostility in his eyes was intense, like that of the wolf king that Bitao had once provoked.
Before going to sleep, Bitao even reinforced the ropes binding his hands and feet again, then found a place to curl up and went to sleep.
Fortunately, she spent most of her time in the mountains, so sleeping on the ground was a common occurrence for her.
Bitao slept very soundly that night.
The next day, after daybreak, there was still little light in the cave, and later the oil lamp went out. When Bitao woke up, she felt a sense of disorientation, as if she didn't know what day it was.
She was awakened by the clanging of metal objects and the sound of footsteps.
After regaining her senses, Bitao quickly cheered up.
An opportunity to make money has arrived.
Someone has brought the food!
Yesterday, when Bitao killed the matchmaker, the reason she didn't immediately resist the cult members was partly because she wanted to "infiltrate" them to make money.
On the one hand, Bitao is very clear about her own capabilities.
Although she could kill a wild boar with a stick, she couldn't defeat such a strong man by herself.
The most fundamental difference between humans and beasts is that humans are good at using strategies, while beasts only know how to use their claws and teeth.
Since they want her to be a "celestial maiden," there must be other opportunities.
The opportunity has arrived! Only two people brought the food, carrying torches and shoulder poles. As soon as they came in, they lit the oil lamp on the wall.
The light barely diffused in the cellar.
And Bitao was right; there were indeed people in the other earthen caves as well.
The food was delivered, and someone reached out to take it.
Some people wolfed down their food.
Someone was sobbing.
Some people... kicked over the plates, and even kicked open the broken wooden door and rushed out!
He simply swung the stick and knocked the two people delivering the food unconscious.
"Go and bring everyone out, we're going to fight our way out!"
The person who shouted had a beautiful voice; it turned out to be a girl.
Bitao's eyes lit up.
The girl held the wooden stick with a graceful posture. Although the stick seemed to come from a wooden door, she swung it around in mid-air as if she were holding an extremely sharp sword.
Experts see the details.
Bitao prides herself on being an expert. Although she has never had a teacher, she is still very skilled at handling sticks!
This girl clearly knows martial arts; they can fight their way out together!
Then the girl led the group away, which attracted the cultists, and Bitao took the opportunity to steal their silver.
Moreover, the pretty girl had two helpers who had already gone to open those earthen cells and release the people.
It's safe!
So Bitao took a few steps back to get a running start, and with one kick, she knocked the wooden door down with a loud bang.
As she rushed out, she even glanced at the food placed at the door.
Bitao has always been someone who cherishes food, but now she feels that these cultists are simply unforgivable!
They're so rich, yet they feed her pig swill!
Bitao rushed towards the girl.
Bitao watched as she and her men rescued several people who were teetering on the brink of collapse. Instead of rushing to the door immediately, they headed towards Bitao.
Bitao's eyes lit up again.
I thought to myself, these people are really good people, they've come to save her!
As a result, a smile appeared on her lips. The girl with a beautiful voice and a appearance that seemed to shine like the bright moon even in this dusty earthen cave swung a stick at Bitao.
"It was you last night! What did you do to Mingguang?!"
Bitao: "...???"
She bent backward at the extreme, almost folding herself in half, narrowly avoiding the blow that came like a thunderbolt.
Immediately afterward, the beautiful "Bright Moon Maiden," without giving Bitao any chance to explain, struck her again on the back of the head with a stick—
Bitao didn't see the blow, but she heard the wind.
Fortunately, she had lived with wild animals since childhood, and instinct guided her movements. The moment she straightened up, she fell back down to the ground.
However, this time he lost his balance and fell flat on his face.
"You two, hurry and save Mingguang!"
Bitao hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to turn around and explain or run directly towards the door, before getting up and running towards the door.
At that moment, a sound came from outside.
The cult members were alerted.
Bitao ran to the open space, grabbed a bucket filled with "pig feed," and prepared to fight them first.
The real target is the group of people who are trying to run away with their backs!
Once outside the cave, she took advantage of the chaos to find the money, grabbed it, and ran away!
"What's that noise inside..." A series of booming shouts came from the doorway.
Hearing that voice, Bitao's heart sank.
That aura is as strong as a wild boar's.
Soon, her ominous premonition came true. Bitao saw the leader, who looked like a moving tower.
This is a truly upright "wild boar".
Moreover, in the dim light of the cellar passage, you couldn't see the head of these "wild boars" at all...
They were even wearing rattan armor and carrying weapons, looking like a regular army!
Bitao: "..." Damn it, you're sending out an armed army just to deliver pig feed?
And is this cult planning a rebellion? Why are they amassing troops?
In a flash, Bitao knew that no one could escape from this cellar today.
Bitao immediately put down the bucket.
Pointing back—
"Sir! I need to report that some of them are trying to escape!"
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