Chapter 213 Bitao and Mingguang's Grand Wedding - Part Two
"What can be done about how hateful it is..."
Looking at the sky and sea tinged with twilight, Dongjun said, "Bitao has never loved me... We are not destined to be together, but only destined to be a bitter couple."
"If I had been in a prominent position since childhood, I would have spared no effort to protect the interests of the ancient immortal clan."
"I inherit the legacy of the ancient immortal clan and will not change my mind because of a wild immortal spirit. I will not compromise step by step like Mingguang, nor will I achieve complete enlightenment."
“Master, I have thought about it carefully. If Father and Mother had not softened their hearts, Mingguang would not have been chosen by Bitao, who represents the consciousness of all living beings, in the Yin-Yang Sundial of the Starry Sky that day…”
"If Bitao had grown up in the Heavenly Realm as a wild fairy, she would be the person I would most want to get rid of."
"Then the three competitions will no longer be about the common people choosing gods, but about the common people slaughtering gods."
"Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. If the common people cannot shake the will of the immortals, and if the immortals continue to only care about their own desires and ignore the wishes of the common people, they will choose to slaughter the gods, just as they used the hands of the immortals to slaughter the Southern Deity of Good Life and Salvation."
"That was the real catastrophe."
Shangyuan Shenzhen looked at Dongjun's serious profile, and he deliberately asked these questions again and again.
Without destruction, there can be no construction; he feared that Dongjun might develop inner demons due to certain obsessions. Therefore, he subtly and constantly reminded him.
Of course, he did indeed "hate" Dongjun, hating that the common people simply didn't like his pure-hearted disciple.
However... although the people rejected him at first, they eventually accepted him.
It was only after the matter of the Southern Good Life Salvation Heavenly Venerable was completely exposed that Shangyuan Shenzhen understood that Kunyi's special trip to Shangqing Realm to find Dongjun for the third competition was to protect him and to bring him back to the "common people".
Kunyi is to give Dongjun a second chance to be chosen by the people.
Let all living beings see that although her eldest son is simple-minded, he is also excellent and capable. That's why Dongjun grew the Heaven and Earth Feather.
That's why he had smooth sailing from then on, and rose all the way to his current position as a True Person in the Upper Clarity Realm.
Even the Supreme God couldn't help but sigh, Dongjun has gone through so much, and now he has finally grown up...
Dongjun's next words were: "Master, I've always wanted to go to the mortal realm of Taiqing Realm and have some fun, without holding any official position. Now that all realms are at peace, how about we hide our immortal veins and go to the mortal realm of Taiqing Realm to experience the 'Eight Sufferings and Nine Poisons'?"
"You be my father! I'll be my master's son, and we'll live a carefree and unrestrained life in this mortal world!"
The source god's sigh abruptly ended.
"True Lords of the Upper Clarity Realm are not allowed to descend to the Supreme Clarity Realm without permission..."
Shangyuan Shenzhen turned and left.
He ascended to heaven from a mortal thousands of years ago, in a realm overrun by demons and monsters. He had truly suffered enough as a human.
He doesn't want to experience any of the eight sufferings and nine poisons; being human isn't really that fun.
But he was grabbed by the back of the collar by Dongjun, who was now more powerful and of a higher rank than him.
"Insolence!" The Supreme God of Origin couldn't help but roar in anger.
"I am your master! What kind of behavior is this!"
"Master! Go, go! Anyway, my brother is now the Thunder Emperor and often travels through the myriad realms. He will protect us."
"If Master finds it troublesome to take care of me as I grow up... how about I become your father? I'll definitely be a good father!"
Dongjun, in his habitual coquettishness, stomped his foot, and a piece of the eaves of the Cangsheng Palace was knocked off.
Shangyuan Shenzhen laughed in anger, his handsome features contorted as he pointed at his own face: "You think I'm your father? Ha, you really think that just because you've advanced to the Immortal Rank, I can't do anything to you?!"
The two fought each other, chasing and fleeing, while rushing towards the teleportation arrays of Taiqing Realm and Shangqing Realm.
The eaves of the Cang Sheng Palace fell down with a "thud" and crashed onto the open ground. The beast head on the roof ridge broke in two, causing the little immortals below to gasp in surprise.
"Thump!" The auspicious beast incense burner in the room fell off the bed, causing the beast on it to bar its teeth and wiggle its four legs as it quickly fled.
The immortal spirits inside the hall were in turmoil, all extremely fierce. Bitao's Thousand Cuts and Slices clashed with Mingguang's new ultimate technique, Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage. The metal and wood spirits almost shredded everything in the room into a mess.
“No.” Mingguang’s voice was cold and stern.
Bitao's voice sounded like she was coaxing me, but it carried a hint of coercion: "What's wrong? It's our wedding night, and you're determined to hit me?"
"I said no, and that means no."
The two people, disheveled and with lipstick on their faces, knelt facing each other on a bed draped with bright red curtains, staring at each other.
The previous infatuation and confusion vanished, leaving only confrontation and competition.
"It's so bright and fun, I promise."
Mingguang frowned, a rage building between his brows, staring at Bitao... or rather, at a seemingly ordinary bamboo stalk in Bitao's hand, about the length of her forearm.
The thought of that thing sticking out of his body made his expression fierce: "Don't even think about it!"
His face was still red.
But the redness at this moment was due to shame and anger, even humiliation.
Last time, he promised Bitao that he would become a middle-aged man... but when they got married, he heard Bitao call the two Earthly Fiend Kings "fathers". Mingguang froze, wishing he could crawl into the ground and bite his tongue to keep from losing his composure.
He was upright and honest, and what he could not accept most in his life was "violating human ethics," even if it was just an act!
Although he is much better than before, he is still rigid, conservative, and still a proper and upright gentleman.
He simply couldn't understand or accept Xiao Taozhi's many outrageous demands.
Today was supposed to be an extremely romantic and unforgettable wedding night for the two of them.
Until Bitao pulled out this piece of bamboo from the sleeve of her wedding dress.
Bitao looked at Mingguang, squinted slightly, and looked eager to try.
Mingguang watched her warily, lightning gathering in his hand, crackling and crackling, ready to pounce on Bitao at any moment.
Bitao coaxed him, "I promise I won't do anything reckless. We're just using it to add a little fun."
"What's in there? What kind of live creature did you catch and put in there?" Mingguang's brows furrowed so deeply they resembled sword lines.
His hands crackled with lightning, making him look less like he was about to enter the bridal chamber and more like he was about to go to the battlefield to fight Bitao to the death.
“Of course not!” said Bitao. “Why would I play tricks on living beings? These are just two Swift Wind Talismans.”
As Bitao spoke, she used her spiritual power to activate the bamboo in her hand.
The bamboo joint was hollow, and two Swift Wind Talismans were placed inside. Activating the talismans would have caused the bamboo to fly away instinctively, but since it was held by Bitao, it could not fly away and could only tremble violently.
It made a "buzzing" sound, as if some living thing was bumping around inside.
When Mingguang heard that it was a Swift Wind Talisman, his expression improved slightly.
But it's only a little bit.
He glared at Bitao and said, "Little Peach Branch, stop making a fuss, okay? Today is our wedding day."
How could such a solemn and auspicious day... how could it leave behind such an unpleasant memory?
Bitao: "It's really fun, really, you have to believe me..."
She leaned closer, and Mingguang's hand crackled with lightning, forming a ball: "Don't come any closer!"
The peach blossoms have faded away.
Who told her to be more powerful than Mingguang now?
Moreover, she has never been afraid of being struck by lightning.
Mingguang was so angry and ashamed that he was as red as burning coals.
Lightning bolts lashed wildly within the fiery red bed curtains, but the buzzing sound of the Gale Talisman striking the bamboo tube never ceased.
Midway through, with a loud "boom," the peach blossoms, which were not afraid of lightning, were struck in half by the thunder.
Thick, burnt smoke filled the air, and the blankets caught fire.
Mingguang, dressed in a fiery red wedding gown, got out of bed and ran barefoot to the door, looking flustered, like a phoenix afraid of being burned by flames and wanting to fly out of the fire.
However, before he could "fly" to the door, he was intercepted by Bitao.
Bitao destroyed the bamboo stick, which was covered in unknown water stains, right in front of him, and then used her spiritual energy to extinguish the thunder and fire on the bed.
Leaning against the door, her long hair flowing freely, she asked Mingguang, completely naked, "My husband, where are you going on our wedding night?"
Mingguang looked at her expression as if he were looking at a... demon.
Bitao stepped forward, while Mingguang stepped back.
Soon, Mingguang had nowhere left to retreat, and his lower back slammed against the table in the room.
Bitao took the opportunity to step forward, slipped under his magnificent wedding robes that covered her, pressed herself against him, and tilted her head back to kiss the small red mole on his chin.
"Alright... stop fooling around. Now that the bed is gone, shall we go to the Palace of All Living Beings?"
Mingguang was about to say "No!"
The banquet at the Palace of the Common People isn't over yet; how are they going to go back like this?!
As a result, Bitao had already embraced him and activated the barrier without saying a word.
In the blink of an eye, the two arrived at their bridal chamber in the Palace of All Living Beings.
The outside world was still noisy. The cultivators were so perceptive that Mingguang could even hear the little immortals toasting each other and showing off the gifts they had received.
His eyes were bloodshot and golden-red as he stared at Bitao, who had suddenly grabbed him from beneath his robes, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
A muffled groan rose in her throat, and unable to bear it any longer, Mingguang bit her shoulder.
Bitao took the opportunity to cling to his sweaty shoulders and back.
"Don't be afraid. There are no high-ranking immortals at the banquet now, only minor immortals. Their cultivation is all below yours and mine. They absolutely cannot hear the formation we set up."
After Bitao formed the hand seals and set up the formation, the noise around her did not stop.
Mingguang glared at her again, and Bitao tilted her head back, her nose touching his, and said, "They can't hear us, but we can hear them... Isn't that exciting?"
His bright, golden eyes churned with a sinister turmoil; he squeezed them shut, unable to bear the sight.
Bitao leaned close to his ear, her long, wet hair wrapped around his fair shoulders and back, like a mountain spirit running out of the mountains during a downpour to cry for help, but actually a soul-reaping demon. She cupped his face, stroked his tightly closed eyebrows and eyes, and coaxed him, "Shall we go to the window?"
"I want to look at the stars in the sky..."
"Shut up!" Mingguang suddenly opened his eyes, his golden pupils burning fiercely, his voice sharp and stern like a Vajra's angry glare.
He covered her mouth hard with his large hand.
In the end, he did not agree to Bitao's nonsense.
He carried Bitao to the bedside, set up hundreds of restrictions, and pressed her hard into the wedding quilt, not allowing her to make a sound.
He was as ferocious as a predatory beast, tearing at the flesh of her shoulders and neck, as if he wanted to crush her bones and devour her alive, this bastard.
Unable to control himself from the muffled chuckle in her throat, he became so engrossed that his light seemed to split in two.
One half sits high on the altar, chanting scriptures to protect oneself and suppress demons; the other half has fallen into the realm of demons, drowning in the raging waves of love and desire.
This was a wedding night that Mingguang would never forget.
It was really...exciting.
The shock caused Mingguang to stop being able to hear people call him "father" and to avoid bamboo groves whenever he saw them.
But for Bitao, it was all just a game.
She is the essence of all living beings, a condensed spirit of immortality. She understands the most beautiful emotions in the world, and is also proficient in the most defiled desires.
Mingguang is so funny.
His flustered, incredulous, yet forced to endure and ultimately succumb to his oblivious infatuation was, to Bitao, the strongest liquor and the most delicious pig's trotter in the world.
The sweetest nectar and delicacies.
It's addictive, it's maddening.
Unable to extricate oneself.
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