Chapter 23 "Itch" In a moment of extreme crisis, Bitao had a flash of inspiration! ...
To Bitao, the voice of "Bright Moon Girl" was very pleasant to hear.
But with such a beautiful voice, who would have thought it would be so shrill when it screams?
She was still calling out "Mingguang".
Mingguang himself closed his eyes and remained expressionless.
It seemed like they didn't hear it.
But Bitao is going to go deaf.
Bitao covered one ear, looking at the "high-class young lady" whose clothes were dirty and messy, but whose superior appearance made her seem incomparably noble just by standing there.
Looking at his face, which looked like he felt "good" after being called that, I really wanted to kick his other leg and cripple him too.
Even when he couldn't stand on either foot and could only crawl on the ground, was he still so awe-inspiring and unapproachable?
Given the current situation, Bitao really wants to simply and brutally lock up this noble "young lady" and that "piglet" who seems to squeal wildly if he can't see him.
Who cares whether they are entangled in love and hate, or whether the falling flowers are willing but the flowing water is indifferent.
Even if they all go together, the only one who will be upset is Seventh Steward.
However... Bitao quickly rejected this idea.
Not really.
This "Heavenly Lord" recovers his martial arts skills extremely quickly, and that "Bright Moon Girl" and her accomplices obviously also know a few tricks.
If you lock them up together, things will calm down temporarily, but they might just start a rebellion again.
Bitao admired those who remained steadfast and fought to the death in dire straits, but the number of "wild boars" guarding the entrance to the cellar was not to be underestimated.
They weren't even like the bandits who "robbed" Bitao had encountered on her way to sell leather in the county town.
They moved with the speed of the wind and sat with the composure of a bell; their posture while wielding the blade was clearly that of a well-trained individual.
They never wander off while on guard duty.
It leaves no room for anyone to take advantage.
This group of people is either carefully cultivated by a cult, or the cult has been in contact with some border army leader and obtained regular soldiers through irregular channels.
Even if the Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Maidens in this prison joined forces to rebel, very few of them would actually be able to break out.
Fearless resistance is brave, but pointless resistance is overestimating one's own strength.
Once the "riot" begins, those who are skilled in martial arts will certainly not be the ones to be sacrificed.
It will only be those pitiful people who were sold, abducted, or even forcibly taken here, powerless to resist, and who can only starve themselves to death to prove their innocence.
The beautiful and bright-looking "Bright Moon Girl" was soon promoted to "piglet" in Bitao's eyes because she was too noisy.
If the "piglet" continues to squeal and make a fuss, it will be very detrimental to Bitao's next plans.
It's not that she can't "borrow a knife" to make the other person half-dead, so that she won't have the energy to cause trouble.
As long as she tells the "wild boars" outside that she's going to run away again, someone will beat her so badly that even her own mother wouldn't recognize her.
But Bitao is not some kind of devil.
She always prided herself on being a beautiful, intelligent, and kind girl.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have allowed that wicked couple who abandoned her to live with her in a small mountain village for eighteen years.
She didn't even have any ill feelings towards "Miss Bright Moon".
After all, she was thinking of the other people in the cave when she was running away. The people she brought out that day were all dying celestial maidens and celestial lords, which shows that she was reckless, but not a bad person.
She just had some misunderstandings about Bitao.
Uh... perhaps they had a falling out in some of the "acquaintances" that Bitao doesn't remember.
That night, after hearing Mingguang scream again, he swung the stick at her without asking any questions.
Bitao's mind raced, and she finally attributed the "grudge" to this indifferent "noble young lady".
What misunderstanding could possibly exist between young and beautiful girls?
It can't be that Bitao killed her entire family and they are irreconcilable enemies.
That can only be the kind of thing between men and women.
Bitao was certain that they did "know" her and weren't lying.
As for what exactly happened, it will become clear in the future.
If she continues to lie, she'll easily be exposed.
Moreover, after discovering that "Miss Mingyue" cared a lot about Mingguang, she planned to "use her strength against her."
She thought about the common problem of balancing out both sides when it comes to love triangles, whether in the county town or in the village.
She suddenly slapped Mingguang on the back.
This slap carried a hint of personal grudge.
Mingguang, who was also analyzing the current situation and plans with his eyes closed, was slapped so hard that he stumbled forward a step.
His feet, which had just been put back in place, were not flexible with the splint. If it weren't for his strong waist and the fact that his lean waist twisted to the side in an absurd arc to stabilize himself, he probably would have fallen flat on his face.
After standing up straight, he looked at Bitao with a puzzled expression, not understanding why she had suddenly started making a move without saying a word.
Then Bitao pointed in a direction and asked him, "She likes you, you know that, right? Between me and her, who would you choose?"
Mingguang: "...?"
Whom does he choose... he'll choose a ghost.
Bitao didn't give him a chance to react. She sneered, her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "I can't tolerate any injustice. If you don't speak, I'll take that as your choice, and I'll go kill her right now!"
He then walked outside.
Mingguang's cold and solemn expression cracked once again.
Of course he wouldn't choose anyone, and what kind of question is this anyway?
How did we suddenly end up in a situation where we had to choose between two options?
But she was referring to the ice mirror.
Ice Mirror Fairy is Ice Wheel's younger sister. Can Mingguang really just stand by and watch Bitao kill her?
Mingguang had no doubt that if he didn't speak up, Bitao would kill Bingjing.
Forced into a corner, Mingguang, for the first time in his life, stumbled and staggered after someone, completely disregarding his image.
"You...come back."
He grabbed a tiny bit of Bitao's sleeve at the door of the earthen cell.
Just a tiny bit.
Or was it because he had deliberately touched someone he absolutely did not want to touch that caused the veins on his arm to bulge.
Bitao stopped, looked down at the two fingers gripping her sleeve, and felt inexplicably that the scene was somewhat familiar.
"..."
Mingguang couldn't possibly say, "I choose you."
He's injured, not insane.
He met Bitao's cold, peach-blossom eyes and was slightly taken aback.
Mingguang and Bitao have been entangled for a hundred years. Even if they don't look each other in the eye, as long as she looks at him, Mingguang always feels a burning discomfort.
In the few times they made eye contact, there was always a deep affection in her eyes that Mingguang could never understand.
He often found himself at a loss for what to do under such scrutiny.
She seemed to have never looked at him with such a cold and intimidating gaze before.
But it was only a momentary daze; Mingguang quickly lowered his eyes.
Picking out the facts he could state, he tried to calm Bitao down for the time being: "There is no affair between me and her."
In Mingguang's mind, he would indeed marry a woman of similar talent and status from the ancient immortal clan in order to propagate a race of exceptionally gifted immortals.
However, he is too young in the celestial realm, and his qualifications and strength still need to be honed for a long time. He has not yet received a celestial position, so how can he talk about getting married?
Even if I marry in the future, it will have nothing to do with love.
Selfish desires are an abyss that the ancient immortals must never touch, and are also a taboo for immortals.
He understood this, which is why he always thought that Bitao's constant talk about love was utterly absurd.
He indeed had no personal relationship with the Ice Mirror Immortal.
Ice Mirror saw Mingguang's figure at the entrance of the earthen cave and finally stopped calling out.
Instead, he asked anxiously, "Mingguang, are you... alright?"
However, her next words were cut off by Mingguang's soft but clear statement, "I have no affair with her."
Her eyes welled up with tears instantly.
From a young age, she was told by her elders that she would marry the most noble candidate for the Celestial Emperor in the Nine Heavens—the Celestial Immortal Mingguang.
Mingguang is strong and handsome, unlike Yun Chuan Zhenxian who appears gentle but is actually cold and ruthless.
Unlike the immortal in the Moon Palace, who was a womanizer with a mountain of unresolved debts.
She also lacked the arrogance and haughtiness inherent in the ancient immortal race, like her brother, Ice Wheel True Immortal.
He was born with a divine presence; though not particularly approachable, he was dignified, respectful, and had an imposing air.
He could be said to be the dream lover of most of the celestial maidens in the Nine Heavens.
It's perfectly normal for Bingjing to like him.
Who wouldn't love the celestial beauty Mingguang?
She followed General Kunyi through countless worlds, fulfilling the responsibilities of the Heavenly Dao. General Kunyi said that she was gifted and had a strong control over the Five Thunders. In the future, she would be Mingguang's best subordinate and best wife.
They will give birth to a child with exceptional talent, the successor to the next Celestial Emperor.
Just like the Azure Emperor and General Kunyi!
But Mingguang said, "There is no affair between me and her."
So all these years, was she just indulging in wishful thinking?
The ice mirror hurt even more than yesterday's stick hitting my back; it burned from head to toe.
She stared blankly at Mingguang, her lips opening and closing, but ultimately she couldn't utter a sound.
very good.
Bitao's ears are finally at peace.
She looked at her beautiful peach blossom eyes with satisfaction and gentleness.
In a mocking manner, he deliberately said in front of the now quiet and tearful "Bright Moon Girl," "If you have no private feelings for her, then it means you have feelings for me, right?"
Bitao reached out and pulled Mingguang's hand away from her sleeve.
It was an overly intimate position. Just as Mingguang was about to struggle to break free, Bitao's fingers cleverly got stuck on his knuckles, which had dislocated twice.
If you struggle any longer, I'll break your fingers.
She smiled, her eyes still warm, yet carrying a hidden warning.
Mingguang: "..." He only felt a dryness in his throat.
In the end, I didn't dare to move.
Will his ill-fated finger ever grow back in place after it breaks again?
When he returned to the capital, the things he planned, at the very least, meant that his exposed body and skin must not be damaged in any way.
Never before had he felt such an urgent urgency to return to the Celestial Realm, to win the competition, and to regain his Celestial Power.
He spent eighteen years in the mortal realm, born in a harsh and impoverished border town, wandering from place to place and often going hungry, but he didn't feel anything was wrong.
But now, with his hand being held and unable to break free, he truly understands what it means to be "helpless".
Mingguang had no choice but to close his eyes and take a deep breath.
At this moment, having finally recovered from the shock of those heartless words of complete denial, "Miss Mingyue" spoke again.
With a sob in her voice, she said, "Mingguang, don't believe her! She's joined a cult and become its lackey! When she faces the tribulation of heavenly lightning, she will surely..."
"Ice Mirror, be silent."
Mingguang spoke without warning, without even turning his head to look in her direction.
This is a very serious reprimand.
Although in the lower realm, Mingguang's innate sound did not have any substantial effect.
However, Mingguang would only speak with such a solemn expression and deliver his judgment when he was extremely angry.
Bingjing had only heard Mingguang mention her outspoken brother once before. Even from afar, she felt her spirit tremble and her soul sink.
At the same time, she was secretly pleased. When she was young, she was ignorant and acted even more arrogantly than her brother, but Mingguang had never said that about her.
But now, for... Bitao, that reckless woman who harassed and pestered him regardless of her status, he has so coldly and ruthlessly delivered a judgment upon her!
Bingjing felt as if her heart had been shattered.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
But it was as if a silencing order had been placed on her throat, and she didn't even dare to choke out a sob.
Bitao looked over there and over here, never expecting that "using someone else's strength against them" would be so effective.
Oh dear, she's crying so pitifully.
So "Bright Moon Girl" really is Bright Moon Girl, and her name is Bingjing.
The ice mirror was shaped like the moon, and she was indeed beautiful and charming.
Especially when she cries.
It's just a pity that the person I like is a heartless bastard.
Bitao still hasn't figured out the love triangle in the three-person room, the one she "doesn't remember".
They didn't want to know at all.
But Bitao doesn't think anyone would dislike such a wonderful woman as her.
If she ever truly falls in love with someone in the future, even if he is made of wood or stone, she will still take out his cold, hard heart and carve it into her own image.
If that person dared to yell at her like that, she would rather die than let him be the one she stepped on.
Bitao released Mingguang's hand and spoke to him in a gentle voice, "Yes, that's it. Keep her and her companion in check and don't let them interfere with my work."
“If they cause any more trouble, or incite anyone to disobey, then they will be in trouble.”
Bitao smiled and raised her voice slightly, imitating the Seventh Steward's tactic of killing the chicken to scare the monkey, saying, "I'll have them dragged to the mass grave to be fed alive to the wild dogs."
Mingguang withdrew his hand, regretting that the cuffs of his clothes were too tight, leaving him nowhere to hide the feeling of something biting his knuckles.
It has nothing to do with pain; it's more like an itch.
He put his hands behind his back and rubbed them vigorously against his clothes to relieve the itch.
Seeing that Bitao had just threatened him, she said to him, "You must be hungry, baby. I'll go get you something to eat."
Then, he slowly walked out of the cellar with his hands behind his back, like a beast surveying its territory with satisfaction.
Mingguang's itch, which he couldn't scratch but couldn't shake off, was further amplified by the word "darling," a term comparable to "heart and soul," which seemed to crawl and meander like a snake from behind.
He even stomped his injured foot hard, and the intense pain spread through him. Cold sweat covered his temples before he finally got rid of this indescribable feeling.
He felt that something was off about Bitao.
Something was wrong with him.
Even if she completely stopped pretending in the lower realm, it wouldn't have come to this.
Could this cult be using some kind of bewitching drug?
There were no drugs that could bewitch or manipulate people.
Bitao left for most of the day, then returned with a lot of decent food.
But some people still refused to eat and even made a scene.
This has nothing to do with Bingjing's instigation.
Bitao took turns talking to each person individually.
At first, the man who served the food with Bitao was listening in.
After all, this was a surveillance mission assigned to him by the Seventh Butler.
But he soon stopped listening.
Because Bitao's way of persuading people is too "unique".
"Stop daydreaming. You'll just be going through the motions to make up the numbers. It'll definitely be someone as beautiful as me who will be chosen."
"You bit your own hand? You can't even be a maid anymore. How can anyone have an appetite if your master serves you a 'chicken claw' that you've chewed on?"
"In a few days, pack your bags and go back to where you came from. Go home and get your money back, you hear me? Tsinghua University doesn't support idlers!"
—These words were spoken to a woman who was emaciated and self-harming in her anxiety.
Upon hearing that she could go home, the woman stopped gnawing on her chicken feet and began wolfing down her meal.
"Tsk, you're quite slim."
"I heard that there is a wealthy gentleman in Chongchuan who has a particular fondness for slender waists and also enjoys the crisp 'crack' sound of a waist breaking, which is similar to... oh, the punishment of being cut in half at the waist."
"Being this thin is perfect; one bend and you're good to go."
"I heard that after a back is broken, you become weak and boneless, unable to even commit suicide. You have to be handled by others for eating, drinking, and relieving yourself. You are the easiest to abuse."
"Someone come here, it's fine if she doesn't want to eat, then don't make her eat."
"Tighten her waist even more, and send her to that master as his twenty-seventh concubine ahead of schedule. That master will surely generously donate to the cult!"
This is for a woman who is very thin, but still has a fairly graceful figure.
The woman was so angry when she got back that she wanted to gnaw the pot in half, but then it snapped in two with a "crack," and she couldn't even die!
"Don't tell me you got yourself into this state because you're afraid of attracting the attention of those rich men."
"Please, there's no mirror here, just a chamber pot. Why don't you look at yourself in there? Have these men never eaten shit before and want to taste how salty it is?"
This was addressed to the "Heavenly Ruler" who deliberately made himself dirty.
...
If you talk to one of them individually, you'll find someone who wants to eat with you.
The person in charge of monitoring Bitao was amazed, but realized that if he kept listening, he wouldn't be able to eat dinner that night, so he stopped listening.
But not long after the person who brought the food left, Bitao got into an argument with a "stubborn" "heavenly ruler".
He was still furious after the fight, so he ordered his men to give this "Heavenly Emperor" a severe beating.
Right there in the open space where the food was served, he was whipped on the back with a wooden stick that wasn't wrapped in rags, leaving his flesh a bloody mess, and then dragged into his earthen hole and thrown directly onto the ground.
If you don't give them food or medicine, they won't be able to cope by the second night.
Bitao personally had a cart brought over, which was used to carry Tianjun around the field three times as a deterrent, before being taken to the mass grave and thrown away.
This time it's truly a case of "killing the chicken to scare the monkey."
Within a few days, these celestial maidens and celestial lords, just as she had said, all became respectful.
The seventh steward also heard the report from the man who was monitoring her. Not only did Bitao show no signs of running away, but she was also doing very well in this job.
They even disregarded a human life.
The seven stewards did not care about the life or death of "one" Heavenly Lord, but they still could not tolerate their authority being disregarded.
He summoned Bitao to him and gave her a good stern warning.
He was originally planning to give her a few slaps as a warning, but in the end he couldn't resist Bitao's smiling face and flattery.
Who doesn't like to hear nice things?
Especially a beautiful and radiant woman, who looked at him with admiration and praised him sincerely.
—He was like a schoolteacher.
These "kind words" struck a chord with the person in charge.
When he was a child... those tragic events weren't surprising.
But the only person who ever showed him any kindness in his life was a schoolteacher who had never taught him.
The teacher was thin and frail, and he himself was very poor. He didn't urge the children to pay their tuition even when they were behind. If someone hid in a secret place in the classroom, he never bothered to investigate.
Ignoring everything else, they would read aloud from the book in a soft, gentle voice those obscure and difficult articles that children could not understand at all.
To live a poor but serene life.
That was the most concrete and beautiful epitome of the Seventh Steward's lifelong understanding of the word "elder".
He now unconsciously dresses like that, and some flatter him by saying he looks like a powerful civil official or a renowned Confucian scholar.
Some people say that he was like a top scholar who passed the imperial examination, or a third-place scholar who passed the third-place examination.
Only this village girl from a remote, impoverished area said he looked like a schoolteacher.
He couldn't bring himself to hit her.
Little did they know that Bitao was adept at reading people, whether in the heavens or on earth.
She called him Crown Prince Zhu Ming because she saw his jade ornaments and piles of gold, and couldn't bear to part with her earthly status and wealth.
Look at this cult leader, he has a narrow and petty mind, yet he insists on dressing like a pure and noble person. He also thinks that he has no real contact with any powerful people, so he aligns himself with the schoolteacher.
As expected.
Human nature is complex, and even the deepest abyss cannot adequately describe it.
But sometimes it's also very easy to interpret.
For example, you can hide your cunning and malice and wipe the blood off your hands, but no matter how filthy your soul is, true love and longing can never be hidden.
When you love someone, love something, and can't get it, you'll subconsciously transform yourself into the person you long for.
Bitao excels at everything: changing her stance according to the wind, borrowing the tiger's power, and relying on her master's influence.
The Seventh Steward's doubts about Bitao were completely dispelled, and he was so pleased that he truly gave her the dignity befitting a cult member.
Bitao donned the white robe with blue gauze that only a minor leader of the Tsinghua Divine Cult would wear. With her loose robe and wide belt, she moved with a graceful and carefree air.
Her hair was also styled into a Taoist nun's bun.
A jade hairpin pierced through her tall crown, its auspicious cloud patterns hooking onto the flowing ribbons of her green gauze. With each movement, it seemed as if light clouds were unfurling and swirling around her shoulders, making her look like a celestial maiden descended from the heavens to earth.
The trust placed in her by the Seventh Steward allowed her to expand her scope of activities and power.
Instead of ostracizing or suppressing the "brothers" who delivered meals with her, she treated him with great respect.
Two subordinates were selected from among the Heavenly Maidens and Heavenly Lords to work.
"Wouldn't it be easier to have our own people serving each other?"
Bitao winked at the pockmarked man who was serving the food: "I know you guys were running a small estate last night. Tired, huh? Go find a place to rest. I'll handle Seventh Steward's situation."
Running a small gambling den means gathering a crowd to gamble, on a small scale.
The gamble wasn't on anything else, but on who would take care of the "poisoned person" who was to be sent over in a few days.
The pockmarked man was inactive, the kind of person who just went through the motions, had no sense of right or wrong, and was only trying to make a living.
He lacked qualifications within the organization, was tricked by a group of people working together, and was too stupid to find any evidence.
He had no choice but to take on the difficult task of taking care of the "poisonous person," and he was feeling upset and frustrated, not knowing who to vent his anger on!
Bitao said he was sleepy, and he seemed to have just remembered that he hadn't slept all night, yawning several times in a row.
He wanted to confide in Bitao, but Bitao had acted too ruthlessly before, so he dared not speak too deeply with her, given their casual acquaintance.
But if given the chance to rest, he would definitely be happy to slack off.
"It still has to be you, hehehehehe..."
He scratched the pockmarks on his face, not minding the damp and cold cellar, and found an empty, secluded earthen cave to go to sleep.
Bitao's new subordinates are two slender girls with bright, sparkling eyes.
They were the two that Bitao had promised to take them out of the wolf's den.
Bitao originally wanted to help the two strong girls, but these two little girls treated her like a lifeline. Every time they saw her, their eyes lit up, as if they were looking at a living goddess.
And there was a little girl with particularly big eyes.
For some reason, Bitao couldn't resist the expectant gaze of the big-eyed girl.
Bitao then asked the two little ones to come out and help.
They are not strong and are thin, but that has its advantages.
It is difficult to arouse the vigilance of others.
This time, she had people distribute the food to each cell, and was pleased to see that everyone was eating obediently.
She inspected the area with her hands behind her back.
I stood for a while in front of the earthen cave in the ice mirror.
Since that day, the little girl has been like a puppet whose soul has been taken away, curled up at the very back of the earthen cave, looking as if she had lost half her life after being scolded a couple of times.
Is it really necessary?
Three-legged frogs are hard to find, but three-legged men are plentiful, aren't they?
Besides, that man only has one leg that works now.
Bingjing's two companions looked at Bitao with resentment in their eyes, but they didn't dare to cause trouble and took the food for Bingjing.
Bitao stared at the two of them: "If she doesn't eat properly while watching her eat, I'll have someone force-feed her."
"Don't go too far!"
One of Bingjing's male companions scanned Bitao's new clothes up and down, and sneered, "You can only be glamorous for a short time. When you're struck by lightning, I'll see how arrogant you are then!"
Bitao heard this statement again and didn't bother to make any expression.
Instead, I asked him, "Is the wound on your back infected?"
How can you swear without sitting up straight?
The man who had mocked Bitao was taken aback and instinctively straightened his back.
But in an instant, his face turned pale.
"show me."
Bitao went to open the door, but the man, of course, refused to cooperate.
The way he looked at Bitao was as if he were looking at a pervert.
Bitao didn't waste any words with him and directed the two "wild boars" to drag him out.
Bitao took out a knife and cut open the back of his clothes.
The cold blade pressed against his back, and the man dared not move.
I was indeed infected.
"Tsk."
I reckon that the piece of wood, hastily wrapped in rags, had splinters when they were caught and beaten up a few days ago while trying to escape together.
It scratched his skin.
“You’re still quite delicate…” Bitao chuckled softly.
Then, just as the man was about to turn around and say something unpleasant, she said to the two wild boars, "Hold him down."
He cleaned the wound directly with the dagger in his hand.
The man's howls echoed through the cellar, revealing fresh flesh, before Bitao finally stopped.
Let him lie face down and bleed.
Many people's eyes were uncontrollably drawn to the sound from this side, and even the listless Bingjing got up.
He yelled at Bitao, "If you have a problem, take it out on me! Don't torture my people!"
"Your people?"
Bitao took out a small round bottle from her bosom.
She slowly opened it, scooped out a little blood, and waited for the man's blood to congeal a bit before gently applying it to his wound.
The cool touch instantly relieved the pain, but the ensuing itching made the man, who was forced to hunch over, tense all over.
He was full of foul language, but when he realized that Bitao was treating his injuries, he couldn't utter a single word.
He could only curl up like a shrimp, his face turning red and his veins throbbing.
Seeing that Bingjing seemed more energetic, Bitao teased her again, "Mingguang is yours, and this person is yours too. You have quite a few men, don't you?"
Bingjing's gloom of the past few days was stirred up by this one sentence, and finally, as if coughing, he spat out: "You're talking nonsense!"
Her face immediately regained its normal color.
Seeing that they were alright, Bitao ignored the two of them.
Instead, he brazenly went to Mingguang's earthen cave right in front of Bingjing.
Bitao has been coming every day these past few days, busy "dealing with" those disobedient celestial maidens and celestial lords, but she has hardly met with Mingguang in private.
She didn't even glance in his direction.
It seemed that he was no different from those celestial maidens and celestial lords in her eyes.
This made Mingguang find her even stranger.
After all, he was someone who would risk his life to kiss her, and now he's practically in her hands, yet she ignores him completely.
His behavior is hard not to arouse suspicion.
Nothing else, just suspicion.
At that moment, Bitao came in with a smile, smoothed the ribbons at her temples, observed his complexion for a moment, and said gently, "You look much better."
They were quite obedient, and they also made Bingjing and the others obedient.
Bitao was very satisfied.
Then Bitao stopped talking and went around him to check his injuries. She found a wound on his elbow that had not yet healed, in a place where he often moved.
She took some of the remaining ointment from the man she had just applied and was about to apply it to his body.
Her hands were even stained with other people's blood.
Mingguang: "..."
He didn't know what he was thinking at that moment, and he wasn't even aware of what he was doing before the event occurred.
By the time he came to his senses, he had already swept the bottle of cosmetics that Bitao was holding onto the ground.
Bitao: "..."
Mingguang: "..."
The two of them stared at each other wide-eyed.
Bitao stared in disbelief at the small medicine jar that had crashed into the earthen wall and fallen to the ground, inevitably getting covered in mud.
Thinking about how I had to carry four large cartloads of goods for the old lady in charge of the kitchen just for these few things, I felt a pang of sadness.
There's nothing we can do about it; the person in charge of internal affairs in this cult and the old lady who feeds the cult members are lovers.
When people reach middle age, falling in love can be like a fiery lava process.
If you want to get some good stuff, you have to get past the kitchen lady first.
Bitao went through so much trouble to get this little bit of highly effective medicine, and it's just been wasted like this.
Immediately, my blood and qi began to rush to my head.
Without even glancing at Mingguang, he went straight out of the earthen cell.
He called out to the two little girls who were bringing out their lunch: "Big eyes, small eyes! It's him, it's him!"
"Take tonight's food and feed it to the dogs!"
Mingguang: "..."
Bitao stormed off, but then remembered something and came back to pick up the medicine jar that was covered in dirt.
Mingguang took a deep breath and his lips moved slightly.
He wanted to ask: What exactly are your plans?
You can tell him something; his people are arriving soon. Although he can't tell you his plans, he might be able to help her when the time comes.
But Bitao didn't give him a chance to speak at all.
Everyone in the cellar feared Bitao's ruthless and callous treatment of human life.
But only Mingguang could see that the "Heavenly Lord" who was "beaten to death and dragged away" that day was not an ordinary mortal man.
Mingguang remembered that it was a position for virtuous immortals.
He was under the command of You Tian Zhu Mingxian.
—His name is Cangling.
Although celestial beings who are reborn as mortals have no choice in their circumstances and are stripped of their celestial spirit, their bodies are better than those of ordinary mortals because their innate three souls and seven spirits are stable.
The Cang Ling looked badly injured, but it was beyond killing.
He should be sent away.
As for Bitao's plans, Mingguang made many guesses.
The most likely scenario is that Cang Ling went to gather other Netherworld Immortals and tried to break through from the outside.
In any case, Mingguang knew that Bitao wanted to save people.
They can cooperate.
But... he angered Bitao and drove her away.
This was an extremely "novel and exciting" experience for Mingguang.
As an Immortal Emperor and the Son of Heaven's Dao of Myriad Realms, and a born Celestial Immortal, he would at least be given a respectable high-ranking immortal position in the Nine Heavens.
No one would give him a hard time to his face, and no one would turn away when he was about to speak.
To this day, Mingguang has no idea how many times Bitao has been a first for him.
He watched helplessly as Bitao disappeared from the cellar in the blink of an eye.
She didn't even turn her head once.
And so he remained helpless and restless, starving all night.
His dinner was indeed fed to the dog.
Inside the high walls at the four corners of this cult compound, there are dogs, big dogs, kept in every direction.
"Big Eyes and Little Eyes" bring food to the southwest corner to feed the dogs every day.
It seems to favor this one.
Big Eyes and Small Eyes were nicknames that Bitao gave to the two girls who looked like little girls.
They wanted to say their names, but Bitao refused.
"Why taint the name of such a place? And now that you've 'left' your homes, you should think about your real names."
"Use a substitute name first."
The two people were also referred to as being very enthusiastic.
Feeding the dogs every day was not only a punishment for those disobedient celestial maidens and celestial lords, but also a way to starve them as a warning to others.
The more important thing is actually feeding the dog.
This was the task that Bitao gave them.
They were afraid of dogs, but they had to get to know this dog as quickly as possible.
Even the guards, the "wild boars," knew that their arrival was because someone in the cellar had offended the newly appointed Fairy of Peach Blossoms.
They're not giving us food again.
"Why are the dogs being fed so well today? Damn, I didn't even get to eat those meat buns last night, those bastards snatched them up too fast!" One of the guards was really envious of the delicious food.
“Well, you could say that…” Big Eyes, being a bit bolder, chimed in softly, “They were just taken out of the food bucket, they haven’t been touched…”
Little Eyes, looking frightened, pulled her toward the dog.
The dog looked very majestic, but it didn't have a name.
It has two black bean-shaped eyes with two round white spots above them, so it's a four-eyed person.
When Four-Eyes saw these two "feeders," he let out excited squeaking sounds.
It looks like a calf, but its bellow is very weak.
Its tail slammed against the brick wall behind it, and its claws scratched anxiously at the base of the wall.
The ground in front of it was uneven, clearly indicating that it was a skilled digger.
Just as the two were about to go over, they heard two guards, who could no longer resist the temptation, shout: "Hey, hey, this dog has already eaten quite a bit tonight, it probably can't eat anymore."
They take turns eating while on guard duty, but for some reason, there were no meat buns for them today!
It's really tempting to let them watch the steamed buns being fed to the dogs.
Anyway, the security here isn't that strict...
"We're going to have to stand here all night, guys! Why don't you give us some food?"
Big Eyes looked back timidly, while Little Eyes urged her to hurry up and leave.
Then the guards snatched all the meat buns and shared them, and the remaining vegetables were fed to the dogs.
Four-Eyes grumbled, clearly not satisfied.
As night fell, the guard in the southwest corner, who was initially so excited that even the dogs looked handsome, became unbearably hot and ran to the outhouse several times.
Later, it felt like my eyelids were glued shut, and I couldn't open them no matter what I did.
I slept during my daytime shift, but today I'm so sleepy I feel like I could just die.
With her big and small eyes, Bitao, like a night owl, bypassed the dozing guards and walked to the southwest corner.
The two girls, one holding the dog and the other covering its mouth, were very familiar with the two and naturally affectionate. Once the dog was held, it didn't care about biting Bitao.
Bitao squatted by the wall where the dog was tied up, took off the crown on her head, knelt on the ground, stuck her butt out, fumbled around for a few moments, and then crawled out through the dog hole that the dog usually made.
Tonight's meat buns didn't have any fancy ingredients, just some "all-around nourishing powder".
It's for men who aren't very good in bed.
It's been said that middle-aged people are having a blast with lava. This stuff was stolen by Bitao from the steward in the inner courtyard. Its initial effect is to enhance the fun, but the side effect is extreme exhaustion.
I don't know how effective it was in creating excitement, but I heard about the exhaustion from the old lady.
She and Bitao became close friends, and the two shared everything despite their age difference.
In this courtyard, apart from the old woman in the kitchen, Bitao is the only woman who can move around freely and is a member of the cult.
Bitao wasn't shy or coy, and the old lady loved to tell her everything.
He complained about the steward in charge of the inner courtyard: "After it was all over, he was like a dead dog. Damn it, even splashing water on him wouldn't wake him up!"
So tonight, Bitao "replenished" the guards in the southwest corner who didn't like to slip away.
Bitao climbed out and headed straight for the main street.
By this time, the shops on the main street had already closed down.
Based on the description given by the local girl in the dungeon, and by smelling the aroma, Bitao found the shop selling pig's trotters.
I saw a person wearing a black cloak at the door.
When he was still, he blended completely into the night.
Once he stood up, he was quite tall—the very same "Heavenly Lord" that Bitao had killed and thrown into the mass grave a few days ago.
That person never expected that Bitao would actually come out!
He has been waiting here for several days.
Upon seeing Bitao, he said, "Taotao, I've found out... cough cough cough cough... the Poison Man. I can disguise myself as the Poison Man and go back to the courtyard to help you."
"They're still on their way, coughing and coughing... It's estimated they'll arrive in Chongchuan City in about three more days."
"Is the seal you gave me Mingguang Tianxian's? Is he also involved in our plan?"
Bitao didn't reply immediately.
Actually, she called this Heavenly Lord alone that day, but he called her "Tao Tao" as if they were old friends, which made Bi Tao feel a little disgusted.
Bitao couldn't understand many of the things he said.
What Mingguang Tianxian?
Isn't it "Heavenly Ruler"?
These people have been poisoned by cults and think they are gods in distress?
However, this did not prevent him from proposing that he would cooperate with all of Bitao's plans and voluntarily be "killed," in which case Bitao could use him.
If he backs down and rebels, Bitao will make him really die.
However, he seemed very loyal and obedient.
Things were handled very well.
But at this moment, Bitao saw him frowning: "Didn't you get the money for that jade seal? Why don't you treat your illness first?"
"I got it. It was clearly the finest white jade, but I had just crawled out of a mass grave and looked disheveled... The boss tried to drive down the price."
"Not enough medicine?"
He shook his head: "I took medicine, but I'm still coughing... My body isn't recovering as quickly as it did in the Heavenly Realm..."
“Your injuries haven’t healed yet. If you contract the plague and pretend to be a ‘poison person,’ you’ll probably die. Cancel your plan. I’ll find someone more suitable… Take the rest of the money and leave.”
"No, no, no..." The man grabbed Bitao's wrist, "Taotao, cough cough cough, let me do it... I'm not that easy to die."
"Zhu Mingxuan said that after descending to the mortal realm, as long as I encounter you, I will obey your every command..."
Bitao looked at him, but couldn't understand what he was saying.
But that didn't stop her from hearing a new name: "Zhu Ming".
Are they brothers, Ming and Mingguang, because their names both contain the character "Ming"?
Because the man confidently assured her that he could complete the task, Bitao did not hesitate any longer.
Instead, she told him to make sure he took his medicine properly over the next two days.
"Don't be stingy, this little bit of money is not important. The Tsinghua Cult has plenty of money. Take the most expensive and best medicine these two days."
"Mmm." Cang Ling felt a warmth in her heart.
He was handsome and refined, not with the striking and cold beauty of Mingguang, but with gentle and warm features.
You Tian and Bi Tao have a very good relationship, which makes his position as a deity somewhat precarious.
He took care of Bitao like an older brother, took her to the mortal realm, and the two of them went around getting hit by their fellow tribulations.
After the two finished discussing business, Cang Ling suddenly stepped forward and patted Bi Tao's head: "You always have so many tricks up your sleeve, and this time I'll listen to you too, cough cough cough... but you also need to be careful."
"After all, we are all just mortals nowadays."
Bitao squinted as she was touched, as if her body was used to it.
But a high wall of vigilance was erected in my heart.
strangeness.
Didn't Bingjing say she liked Mingguang?
The man and she are so natural and intimate, could it be... that she's the one with more men?
Because Bitao is known for her cunning and deceitful nature, she is extremely cautious due to the many things she doesn't understand. Every word she utters can be interpreted in several ways.
They will not act rashly no matter what happens.
Cang Ling was completely unaware that she had no memory of him at all.
The main thing is that when he touched Bitao's head, Bitao didn't dodge and even smiled at him just like she did back in Youtian.
Who could possibly notice something was wrong?
Bitao then gave the man some more instructions and affectionately called him "Big Brother".
If you don't know his name, "Big Brother" is the only word that comes to mind.
"Brother, I'll be entrusting this to you in a few days. Kill all the cultists and throw them into the deep mountains. Remember, don't leave any survivors."
Cang Ling, however, grasped the "key point".
Overjoyed, he could barely contain his smile: "Cough cough cough... You're finally willing to call me big brother? You've become obedient since you came down to the mortal realm."
"Don't worry, none of those from You Tian are soft-hearted."
Bitao: "..." Oh no, she said the wrong thing.
He quickly finished touching up his makeup, then adopted a haughty demeanor, saying, "Enjoy this while you can, just this once. Considering you were beaten half to death!"
"Hahahaha...cough cough cough..." Cang Ling laughed heartily.
Bitao ran back as if fleeing, and crawled back into the dog hole.
As soon as they crawled back inside, both Big Eyes and Little Eyes showed extremely terrified expressions.
Bitao listened intently and realized that one of the guards in the southwest corner had come to his senses.
"Oh no! How did I fall asleep? Something's wrong! Quick! Notify the brothers in other areas to sweep the entire compound!"
Without even brushing the mud off Bitao, she dragged the two little girls along and ran close to the wall.
She had taken off her headdress to crawl through the dog hole, and now her hair was disheveled; if she were discovered, she would have no way to explain herself!
Just then, the dog in the southwest corner, whose mouth had been covered for a long time and hadn't been given a single bite of food, got angry.
"Woof woof woof!!!" Three woofs almost sent the souls of Bitao and the other two to heaven.
In a split second, taking advantage of the gathering of those "wild boars," Bitao grabbed the two little ones and ran into the cellar.
As soon as they entered, one of the "wild boars" holding a torch shouted, "Let's see the Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Maidens first!"
Bitao shoved the two little girls toward a mud-brick cell: "Pretend to be asleep!"
Then it rushed straight inside.
She can't be caught like this.
She has now been accepted as a cult member and has been assigned her own place to live. It simply doesn't make sense that she's in a cave at this time and at this critical juncture!
In the most critical moment, Bitao had a flash of inspiration.
Before the group of "wild boars" with torches rushed in, she darted into Mingguang's earthen cave.
Then, without saying a word, she began to tear at her own clothes, doing so with great ferocity.
In no time, the front of his robe was wide open, the gauze robe hanging loosely on his arms, and his trousers dangling over his knees.
Then, the instant Mingguang opened his eyes and saw who it was, the person lunged at him in utter terror—
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