Chapter 26 Peach Branch Figurines and Thunder Pattern Spells Dissipate
What thing is dying?
...Who's about to die?
Even those two little chicks, Big Eyes and Little Eyes, with their bodies that seem to be on the verge of meeting the "King of Hell" at any moment, have become incredibly active these past few days after taking the antidote. How come Mingguang, whose body can break free even when severely injured and infected, is about to die?
"Say something!"
Seeing that Bitao remained unmoved, Bingjing stamped her feet in frustration, and then she remembered the two of them that night...
Bingjing reached out and punched Bitao on the shoulder with his fist.
"How could you be this kind of person! You and him... you've already gone through that, how come you're not worried at all!"
Bingjing even thought of Youtian's meritorious immortal position. These days, he had been pampered and served with utmost care by Bitao in her golden house. He immediately looked at her with the eyes of someone looking at a bastard.
Her eyes were filled with accusation, as if she were the one who had been betrayed by Bitao.
"Mingguang is not someone you can toy with! If you betray him, the Nine Heavens and Six Departments will not stand for it!"
"I'll be your sworn enemy from the very beginning!"
She admired Mingguang and was raised as his wife and assistant since childhood, but she also truly respected him.
However, on the night she saw Mingguang, she was caught "in the act" while he was still holding Bitao and wrapping her in his clothes. She had already accepted the fact that Mingguang would not be her future husband.
A woman who can command the wrath of the five thunderbolts is never a weak person entangled in selfish desires and love.
There was sadness, but more than anything, there was helplessness in the face of the "predetermined future" being overturned.
Stripped of its superficial romantic veneer, Mingguang remains the monarch she seeks to follow.
As Bingjing spoke, she subconsciously reached to her side, where the sword she had found while catching "rats" these past few days was located.
Although it's far less powerful than her Thunder Sword in the Heavenly Realm, it's enough to kill a faithless person!
This girl is not young, but she has been raised to be extremely innocent. In the ancient immortal clan, the higher the immortal rank, the purer the mind must be. She was personally led by General Kunyi of the Myriad Realms Heavenly Dao, so she is naturally the most perfect "high immortal rank successor".
They have clear likes and dislikes and hate evil as if it were their enemy.
He was about to take action against Bitao, that unfaithful man.
Bitao: "..."
She wasn't indifferent; she just knew how to appear unmoved even when faced with a collapsing mountain.
"Aren't you going to see him one last time?!" Bingjing's brows furrowed like frost and thunder, his gaze fixed on Bitao with oppressive force.
It did indeed display a bit of the overwhelming power of the Thunder Emperor and Thunder King.
But after fighting alongside Bitao for a few days, she had changed her opinion of Bitao and no longer wanted to draw her sword against her. Her eyes were red and about to bleed.
As Bitao sobbed in the ice mirror, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have promised to find a doctor to properly treat Mingguang's epilepsy.
But because I was so excited about catching mice... I completely forgot about it.
Epilepsy seizures can indeed be fatal.
Bitao had witnessed it once before; the man couldn't be saved. He bit off his tongue and choked to death on his own blood.
Yes, he choked on blood!
If Mingguang really had an epileptic seizure and bit off his own tongue, choking on blood, he would indeed die!
Bitao was pulled by Bingjing and "crawled and tumbled" to see Mingguang "one last time".
At that moment, the Milky Way above the heavens once again erupted in cheers.
After all, it was Mingguang that was involved in the accident.
He is a future Immortal Emperor from the Nine Heavens Ancient Immortal Clan, whose position as an Immortal Emperor is even tacitly acknowledged by those with merit.
Regardless of his "noble" origins, Mingguang personally handled almost all the official appointments and dispatches in the Nine Heavens, including the Immortal Emperor Zhen Gui's absence from the world and the Left General Kunyi's travels throughout the myriad realms.
Although he did not hold a celestial position, the burden on his shoulders was by no means light.
Moreover, he traveled through the nine heavens and myriad realms, handling everything in an orderly manner.
He was able to win over the stubborn old folks of the ancient immortal race and ensure that the position of You Tian Merit Immortal had not caused any major disturbances for so many years. His followers were not only numerous in the lower realms, but also in the heavenly realms alone.
According to the standards of the lower realm's royal family, he could practically be considered a "regent prince" who was already handling state affairs and memorials on behalf of the emperor, but had not yet been officially appointed.
This argument was more intense than the previous ones, with even some high-ranking immortals getting involved. Someone even notified General Kunyi, who roams the myriad realms.
After all, the Celestial Emperor Qingming was one with the sundial and didn't care about anything!
The Eastern Qinghua Emperor, whose power and position were equal, had somehow left his body and gone somewhere!
Someone used the Silver Net to track Mingguang and indeed saw him spitting blood. When a mortal body reaches the point of vomiting blood, there is usually no way to save it.
Although Mingguang was a celestial being, even if he had truly perished in the mortal realm, he wouldn't necessarily be unable to return to heaven this time.
But if he can't keep his position as a Celestial Immortal, he will be unable to obtain a high-ranking immortal position for at least a thousand years. How can he then transition into a true "Crown Prince"?
The Celestial Emperor watched as the six desires and five senses merged with the rotation of the stars and the yin and yang of the sun, and he ceased to interfere with or care about anything in the myriad realms, or even the celestial realm.
I don't know when the sundial ceremony will be held.
If the Celestial Emperor holds a ceremony to worship the sundial, and a competition to select immortals takes place, the ancient immortal clan must select another person who can suppress and lead the Nine Heavens before chaos breaks out in the Heavenly Realm.
"I knew this Fairy Bitao was too demonic, causing chaos in the mortal realm and bringing about this bloody storm. In the end, she harmed the Celestial Immortal Mingguang!"
"Heavens! Since Mingguang Tianxian descended to the mortal realm, he has been injured. He was tortured by Bitao in the cellar. How can a mortal body withstand such severe injuries and infection with the plague?"
"If Mingguang truly perishes here, I swear that even if Bitao dies, I will never let her live on!"
"Pah! You still insist on staying together? When Tao Tao really passes away, you'll only have the right to kneel before her!"
"Hmph, I've really seen something. A mere spirit fairy, yet she has quite a few cronies and scoundrels. As for her passing? If she truly stirred up trouble and killed the 'true dragon,' then she's more likely to die!"
"The Milky Way's net can distinguish loyalty from treachery; no matter how much you say, it's useless. Bitao's ranking is normal and is gradually increasing!"
"Don't worry, it's probably just the four duty officers and six case officers who haven't counted the innocent dead yet, and there are also the immortals who accompanied the competition..."
The noise above was giving everyone a headache. Zhu Ming and You Tian, who hadn't participated in the competition for immortal positions, were also watching Bi Tao's ranking with trepidation.
"Mingguang is such a waste! Don't let him delay Taotao from gaining faith power, I think she's gained quite a bit."
"Exactly, he was supposed to be the 'Crown Prince' of Heaven, but he fell ill and died. What does that have to do with our Bitao?"
"This competition is about overcoming the tribulations of birth, aging, sickness and death, and drawing on the power of the people's faith. So what if he was 'disrupted' and died? We are all competitors. We can only blame him for being short-lived."
"Hahahaha... I don't know why I felt a little smug, I just couldn't help it, sorry..."
"I've long disapproved of Tao Tao liking that coffin. There are so many immortal positions in You Tian. If all else fails, I think giving Zhu Ming the Immortal Supervisor would be a hundred times better than Ming Guang."
"At that time, the cunning Tao Tao and the almost demonic Immortal Supervisor will join forces to turn the Nine Heavens upside down!"
Zhu Ming: "...Get lost!"
A bunch of heartless bastards.
But he also felt that if Mingguang really got into trouble, it would just be a case of misfortune, and he deserved it!
If he had just let Bitao kiss him properly in the Heavenly Realm, without shattering her immortal essence, would Bitao have suffered a loss of her heavenly soul and memory?
If Bitao hadn't lost her memory, wouldn't she have tried every means to present the best of everything in the world to Mingguang when she met him in the mortal realm?
If we actually win, we might have to give up the game just to please him.
If that were the case, Zhu Mingcai would be speechless with frustration.
Moreover, Zhu Ming squinted, and the gold and jade pendant hit his cheek, obscuring the shallow dimples on his face.
He managed to conceal his cunning smile, maintaining the dignity of being the Immortal Overseer.
But I still couldn't help slap my thigh under the table!
This amnesia is a good thing!
He felt that even if the immortals accompanying the competition checked it a thousand eight hundred times, they still wouldn't find anything wrong with the peach blossoms.
That scoundrel is a master at finding loopholes.
Even though he lost his memories of the celestial realm, his personality remained unchanged.
Just by looking at the methods she chose, one can tell how cunning and vicious she was.
Did she kill him with her own hands?
From beginning to end, there was only one truly wicked person, and she personally killed the matchmaker, who was considered to be acting on behalf of Heaven.
What does it have to do with her if the remaining cult members get sick or die?
Bitao herself wasn't immune either; she also contracted the disease.
She recovered after taking the medicine, while those others died because of their poor health; they could only be considered to have died from "illness."
What's most ingenious about Bitao's actions, and what Zhu Ming admires most, is that even after capturing those cult members and throwing them into the cellar, she never stopped providing them with the "antidote."
She kept having Doctor Wu brew the medicine, and whether the medicine was effective or not, or whether it had enough effect, was none of her concern.
Even the life-saving cake that Seventh Steward was given to him by Bitao was rolled with medicinal powder.
"Genuine product" saved it, but it didn't save it.
Zhu Ming looked at the silver net, biting his lip as if his teeth were itching.
He was so eager to go down to the mortal realm with Bitao that he couldn't wait to "have some fun." Even through the screen, he could tell that Bitao was having a blast this time.
However... Mingguang has vomited blood, several mouthfuls at that, but it's been half a day, and he doesn't look like he's about to die.
How come her face looks more and more rosy after she vomited blood?
"Either he's vomiting blood or he's going to die..." Bitao was terrified, her body covered in a cold sweat.
Doctor Wu is a genuine itinerant doctor, not a quack with mediocre medical skills.
The imperial palace once offered him the position of Imperial Physician Assistant, but he refused it. He's truly a man of substance!
Of course, that's what he said himself.
But he is truly capable; he has nurtured Bitao's "elder brother" to the point that he can now wield a sword!
After Physician Wu thoroughly examined Mingguang, he gave Bitao a very definite diagnosis.
"He's fine, his constitution is as good as an ox's. The black stuff he vomited is stagnant blood, caused by his previous injury."
Seeing that Bitao still seemed uneasy, the other woman looked on with even greater tension...
Doctor Wu carefully took the pulse for a long time before saying, "The only problem is that your mind is in turmoil and your liver qi is stagnant. It seems that you have encountered some kind of fear, anxiety, confusion and unresolved knot in your heart."
"Once I administer two doses of medicine to soothe his liver, improve circulation, calm his nerves, and I guarantee he'll wake up with boundless energy!"
Doctor Wu somehow "understood" that the person lying on the bed was Bi Tao's lover, and looked at Bi Tao with a bright, knowing look in his eyes.
He said, "It won't affect your future at all, don't worry. This man, like your 'elder brother,' is one of the most vigorous men I've ever met. His yang energy rises, and his pulse is strong and powerful. He's good in every way."
"That's all good!"
Bitao: "..." Her reputation is probably doomed.
That shameless old man.
But she didn't explain anything.
After sending Doctor Wu away, he hurriedly turned to "scold" Bing Jing.
"Can you at least consider the facts when you speak in the future? You scared me so much I almost crippled my leg."
Bingjing looked ashamed.
It was completely red.
Especially after hearing Doctor Wu say that Mingguang's yang energy was rising and his pulse was strong and vigorous.
Thinking back to that night when she saw Bitao and Mingguang embracing, and then thinking of Youtian's immortal position, who spent all his time entangled with Bitao and her brother and sister.
After hesitating for a long time, I finally said, "This won't work. You have to choose one."
"What?" Bitao looked at her, puzzled.
"You must choose one of the two men. We immortals, though we follow the natural cycle of yin and yang to reproduce, are bound by the laws of heaven. We must not allow yin and yang to come together and engage in incestuous relationships, for that would be a crime of adultery."
"Don't follow the example of the Moon God. Although he had interactions with several fairies, he never married any of them, nor did he ever consort with two fairies."
"Moreover, the Moon Goddess is a descendant of the Southern Dipper Star Lord. Because many celestial positions have been merged over the past ten thousand years, he will be in charge of the six stars of the Southern Dipper in the future. His talent is also for prediction and calculation, so he naturally knows how not to violate the heavenly rules."
"No matter what they do, they can successfully avoid it according to the calculation of star orbits, which is why they are so unscrupulous."
Strictly speaking, it's also a case of exploiting loopholes in the rules.
If the goddess of the Moon Palace were here, she would surely sigh and rub her forehead because her talent had been so thoroughly revealed.
Binglun's brain isn't sharp enough, but his sister Bingjing is even worse.
After only a few days with them, he's already like a sieve, spilling out everything from his heart!
Now everyone in the Nine Heavens knows that the Moon Goddess is using her talent for divination and prediction to act recklessly and disregard the heavenly rules!
Unfortunately, Bitao couldn't understand at that moment.
I could hear each word "碧桃" individually, but I couldn't understand them at all when they were put together.
She habitually put on a bright smile, and in a moment of quick thinking, grabbed the hand of the person sleeping soundly beside her, whose hand was exposed to the light shining through the blanket.
He held the ice mirror in his palm, stroking its long, slender knuckles, and looked at Bingjing, who was talking animatedly to himself, and said, "Um, well... I want to get closer to Mingguang, why don't you go out first?"
The ice mirror resembled a crane with its neck being choked; with a "caw," it stopped "persuading" Bitao.
Although she psychologically accepted that Mingguang was no longer "hers".
But years of admiration, even following, will not vanish overnight.
She was so provoked by Bitao that she almost cried. She let out a pitiful "squeak" like a little puppy and ran away.
Bitao breathed a sigh of relief and released Mingguang.
But for some reason, Ice Mirror ran halfway and then came back!
She burst in, trying to cover her eyes, but both eyes peeked out from between her hands.
Seeing nothing offensive, he lowered his hand and said, "I've been wanting to ask you this: what did Binglun say to you on the day we descended to the mortal realm?"
Bitao: "..."
Binglun is... what?
A person who can talk must be a person, right?
But who is Binglun?
Bitao swallowed hard, grabbed Mingguang's hand again, and feeling that it wasn't "exciting" enough for Bingjing, she smoothly slipped her hand under Mingguang's blanket.
I pinched his side waist.
In his drowsy state, Mingguang's breathing changed, and he unconsciously hummed.
"My brother sent me to the mines' platoon ahead of time, saying he had something to tell you privately. What did he say to you..."
Bingjing heard an unusual sound and saw Bitao's hand reaching into Mingguang's bed, still in the same spot...
"!"
"you!"
"snort--"
The ice mirror disappeared in a flash.
Bitao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, just as she was about to pull her hand away, Bitao's wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly.
Mingguang used a great deal of strength.
His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently, as if he were running rather than lying down.
Run as fast as you can.
"Don't……"
He was indeed running.
Running through that hazy, misty dream.
This time, he seemed to have grown a bit taller, but his arms and legs were still pitifully short.
He still runs so slowly.
But this time, the fog that seemed impossible to dispel in the dream dissipated.
He saw a tall, aloof figure walking towards him.
Her eyes were sharp and cold as knives, staring down at Mingguang. A vertical line, like a sword, appeared between her brows, piercing Mingguang's young body.
"From the moment you were born, I knew you were not as intelligent or talented as your brother."
The woman's long hair was tied up high, and between her dark robes and flowing hair, crimson-gold thunder patterns emerged, faintly coalescing into a golden dragon that coiled around her body, fiercely roaring at the bright light.
And it seemed as if it was about to soar into the sky—
Mingguang felt as if her gaze was repeatedly piercing through him.
However, the woman's next words condemned Mingguang to an unforgivable sinner.
"However, I never expected that after just one glance away, you would become lazy in your cultivation, indulge in playthings and lose your ambition, and even become playmates with those chaotic things that are neither pure nor impure and are difficult to condense spiritual energy!"
Mingguang felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The person in front of him was clearly a relative he had longed for for years, a relative he had never seen since birth, yet he couldn't lift his head under the immense pressure and rage.
Lightning crackled and thunder roared.
His lips moved, and he uttered a voice that escaped his throat: Mother... I'm sorry.
But he couldn't say anything in the end, because the woman's next words were: "Since you can't control yourself, then I will help you cut off this desire for pleasure and delusion!"
As she spoke, the golden dragon that had already solidified on her body truly soared into the sky, transforming into a golden light that stretched across the heavens and rushed towards the tree shadows that blotted out the sun.
"No!"
"Mother--"
"No!"
He took a difficult step in his dream, and immediately felt as if his insides were burning with turmoil.
Fresh blood spurted from his mouth; it was the sweet taste he had experienced from his "playmate."
He was incredibly audacious, and in a panic, he grabbed the wrist of the dignified woman, holding it tightly.
That was the first time he had been "close" to his mother since birth.
However, the next moment, he was struck by five thunderbolts.
This kind of soul-crushing, bone-destroying pain is not something a child of a few years old can endure. Even if he were born a celestial being, he would not yet be able to unleash this earth-shattering power.
He was struck by five thunderbolts, and his flesh and blood dissolved.
He thought he was going to die, but he still looked up at the sky.
He saw the golden dragon shrink into a beam of golden light.
It then solidified into a lightning bolt as thin as a hair, which shot straight towards the crown of the large peach tree on Juntian Dushuo Mountain.
"ah……"
He opened his mouth, but did not cry out in pain.
His throat was torn by lightning and could not yet heal and make a sound, but this silent cry of pain was for his "comrade".
Mingguang was born with knowledge, and after birth, he transformed into the appearance of a child and lived on his own in Xuanhui Palace.
However, there were too many celestial maidens and immortal lords in the palace, and he... was incredibly slow and clumsy at learning.
Even the inherited memories in one's mind cannot be properly digested and integrated.
They wouldn't even invoke the power of celestial beings.
He dared not cultivate in Xuanhui Palace, fearing that he would be ridiculed and gossiped about.
They didn't walk far before finding a secluded spot under a large peach tree by the sea, where they began their cultivation.
No matter how "mature and steady" a young boy may be, he is still just a child.
While cultivating by the sea, he picked up a lot of "useless little junk" and took them back to Xuanhui Palace to play with under his pillow.
He then learned that the sound of ocean waves could be heard inside the seashell.
He stole a bite of the red spirit crab, not on purpose. He was trying to summon power while cultivating and accidentally cooked the red spirit crab on the beach.
It smelled so good, he couldn't resist.
From birth, he ate soft, tasteless, yet spiritually rich porridge prepared by celestial maidens and immortals.
He would play with these "useless" things every night before falling asleep, and even felt that he was probably a "useless" thing like these things.
His mother was clearly very dissatisfied with him. She barely looked at him after he was born, and just sighed before leaving.
But he did not neglect his cultivation.
He worked very hard, wanting to catch up with his older brother Dongjun.
Although he had never met his older brother, who was countless times more outstanding than him and whose birth had caused his mother to sigh in disappointment.
He thought that if he lacked natural talent, he could work hard later.
When his mother sees how hard he's working, will she praise him?
The ancient immortal clan's inherited memories also include those of raising children. The fairy maidens would hold their children and speak softly and gently, but they could also be stern and harsh.
Mingguang knew that his mother was the Heavenly Dao of all realms, born cold and ruthless, fair and selfless.
He didn't expect his mother to be as gentle as the fairy maidens in his inherited memories; what he longed for was a word of praise from her.
Even just nodding to him would be enough.
However, my mother is busy with her official duties and her return is far off.
Mingguang could only travel back and forth between Dushuo Mountain and Xuanhui Palace alone.
One day, he saw another "useless" person.
It was a clueless little thing that had just grown a tiny bit of immortal essence and absorbed both pure and yin energy into its body.
Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible for yin energy to appear in the Nine Heavens, especially where the Celestial Emperor Juntian resides.
However, Mingguang knew the history of the Heavenly Realm. This large peach tree on Dushuo Mountain was planted by the ancient immortal "Chengtian Xiaofa Houtu Huangdi Zhi".
It covers the boundless sea of the nine heavens above and takes root in the River of Oblivion in the underworld below.
It receives the blessings of Heaven and Earth, and connects Yin and Yang.
So this lucky yet unlucky "little thing" condensed in the large peach wood, indiscriminately absorbed the two opposing energies, mixed into the immortal essence, and became a chaotic entity.
If things continue like this, even if it lasts another eight hundred years, it will never amount to anything.
Mingguang initially ignored the chaotic entity.
However, the chaotic entity, after absorbing the Yin energy, became greedy and rampant, and actually tried to "eat" him.
He was born a celestial being, his immortal essence like a blazing golden sun, fierce and pure, something that even chaotic things yearn for.
So one day, while Mingguang was cultivating and repeating the same incantation and hand seals, the filth that had been prepared for many days "fell" off the large peach wood and onto his shoulder.
She took a bite out of his neck.
Then, on the spot, the pure and fierce metal spirit almost caused the spiritual consciousness he had so painstakingly acquired to dissipate.
Mingguang: "..."
He had never seen anything dumber than himself.
The celestial realm is rich in pure energy, and the power of the five elements is even more profound. Flowers, plants, and trees can all condense spiritual energy, but anything with a little immortal essence will inevitably possess sentience.
Logically speaking, one should avoid such a celestial being like him; how could one be so foolish?
Seeking death?
Mingguang still ignored him.
He should empty himself of the five aggregates and focus on cultivation.
He didn't care what would become of that chaotic and stupid "thing".
But not long after, "that little thing" started using the same trick again.
They fearlessly devoured his immortal essence. They even attempted to swallow him whole.
"Thud!"
"Sizzle—"
"Thud!"
"Sizzle!"
"Thud!"
"Sizzle sizzle..."
"Thud!"
"Sizzle..."
"Thud!"
"Hahaha!"
When Mingguang heard the strange noise, he opened his eyes and saw a "little person" standing on his shoulder.
He's making an arm out of two peach wood branches, hands on his hips, laughing heartily.
That chaotic and stupid "thing" actually burned away most of its yin energy by eating too much of his immortal spirit.
However, its immortal essence was also burned and "full of holes".
It barely managed to use four peach branches as limbs and a few peach petals as its body; a gust of wind could tear it apart.
After all, metal spirits counter wood spirits, and this "hodgepodge of gadgets" is a wood spirit.
But it stubbornly maintained this half-dead, seemingly doomed state, managing to speak.
"I got to eat it again!"
"Hahaha, delicious, delicious!"
Mingguang: "..."
Mingguang didn't care at all about the little bit of immortal energy that was eaten away; it wasn't even as much as the amount he spent practicing sword strikes.
But he couldn't tolerate "this thing" eating him so arrogantly, and even standing on his shoulder smacking its lips.
With a wave of his hand, he swept it away for thousands of miles.
This time, after about a few months, when Mingguang had forgotten about "that thing," it came back again!
It rode a fish, using its own tattered petals as a sail, and drifted back from the boundless sea.
Upon returning, he immediately sought revenge on Mingguang by carrying a peach branch.
He fought three hundred rounds there, but didn't even touch a hair on Mingguang's head.
However, when Mingguang found it noisy and annoying and got up to leave, it actually ate his overflowing immortal essence again.
"Delicious! Delicious! It's spicy and flavorful!"
"I've been adrift at sea for so long, eating dead fish until I'm sick of it, all I've been craving is this! Hahahaha!"
Little Bright Light: "..."
It actually treated the celestial essence, which was its nemesis, like strong liquor.
Mingguang clenched his short fingers. Although he couldn't yet use his immortal powers, crushing this chaotic little thing would be effortless for him.
But he eventually turned and left without even flicking his sleeve, afraid that he might fan it away for thousands of miles.
From then on, whenever Mingguang cultivated, he would have a "peach branch figure" made of tattered peach branches and peach blossoms by his side.
For a long time, only the little peach branch person chattered and jumped around, vividly performing "swallowing the celestial being" every day with his tattered body.
Sometimes, consuming too much of Mingguang's immortal essence can even cause someone to die for two days.
But it will soon make a comeback.
As time went on, the two of them inevitably ended up talking to each other.
Mingguang's first words were: "You're so noisy."
The little peach branch man jumped for joy three hundred times because he was talking to him.
Then Mingguang discovered that the way it waved the peach branch was exactly the same as his own sword dance moves.
"You copied me?" Mingguang asked it incredulously.
"I didn't steal the technique, I just glanced at it, hahaha, you're so stupid, I can learn it after just one look!"
"Hehehe! Hehehe! See? Isn't that right?"
Mingguang was so angry that he ran away.
What a damned little bastard dares to mock him for being stupid!
But Mingguang would still come to the big peach tree every day when he was cultivating.
And he doesn't care at all that the little peach branch man will imitate him.
Sometimes he would show mercy and say a few words to the little peach branch person, and sometimes he would remain silent all day, like a donkey that only knows how to pull a millstone.
Once, it rained heavily for several days in the Heavenly Realm. It is said that a meritorious immortal ascended to the Upper Realm and suspected that he had been trapped in the "small mountain village barrier" by his enemy, so he frantically tried to "break through the barrier".
He stirred up chaos in the nine heavens, creating a dark and turbulent atmosphere. In the end, he discovered that it really was the heavens. He was so angry that he dispersed his spirit and descended to the mortal realm, abandoning his life as an immortal.
But it still rained for many days.
Mingguang hadn't been to the Great Peach Tree for many days because he had begun to learn how to handle some of the celestial duties.
Because he was busy deciphering official documents, he would stay up all night in the Xuanhui Hall until dawn.
Peach Branch Little Man had long regarded Mingguang as a good friend, and he couldn't resist any longer. On the tenth day, he went through many hardships, climbed over the Water Bamboo Bridge, and evaded the fairy maidens and immortals on duty.
They then took a boat made of "leaves" and traveled under the Water Chun Bridge to the lotus pond inside Xuanhui Palace.
It waits until the night when the fairies change shifts before climbing up and running to the inner hall of Xuanhui Palace to visit its "long-lost" friend.
They even brought gifts.
Because he was unfamiliar with the knowledge of the lower realm, he had to learn everything from scratch, immersing himself in official documents and trying to make his brain explode with knowledge. When he saw "visitors" in the Xuanhui Palace, he even felt that he was hallucinating.
The little peach branch person chirped and climbed onto his trouser leg, saying, "I missed you so much! Why haven't you come for so many days? I've learned all the hand seals you practiced, and I even defeated a powerful red spirit crab in the sea!"
"I was going to bake some for you, but you didn't come, so I ate most of it myself!"
“I was going to bring you crab legs, but…” Peach Blossom wiped the petals off her messy face and said, “The journey to find you was too arduous, and I lost the crab legs.”
Actually, it was while resting halfway under the Shuichun Bridge that I met a big-eyed carp that seemed to have gained sentience and we hit it off immediately.
The big-eyed carp saw it off for a while, and then the little peach branch person took out a crab leg and shared it with it.
"Why do you live so far away?" Peach Branch Little Man jumped onto Mingguang's shoulder and complained.
"Fortunately, although the crab leg is lost, I brought you a piece of candy."
This candy was exchanged between Big-Eyed Carp and Peach Branch Man as a gift.
While several fairies were gossiping by the Water Bamboo Bridge, Big-Eyed Carp stole it from the plate.
A wet, messy piece of candy, whether it had been sucked on or gotten wet when the little peach branch man came on the water, was presented to Mingguang's lips.
Mingguang knew what he had to do: crush this "little thing" that dared to "smuggle" into the Xuanhui Hall of the Immortal Emperor Palace.
This is the Celestial Emperor's Palace! This should be the most heavily guarded place in the Heavenly Realm, yet it was breached by a mere peach branch figurine!
Moreover, because the Peach Branch Doll wasn't even considered a spiritual object, it was mistaken by the Immortal Emperor Palace's array barrier as a flowing Five Elements Immortal Spirit and was easily let in.
This is a vulnerability!
Huge vulnerability!
But in the end, Mingguang did nothing.
He hadn't slept for many days; those official documents from the lower realms seemed like a hypnotic spell, but he dared not close his eyes.
If he doesn't know any of these things, his mother won't praise him when she comes back.
Even now, he still doesn't understand much.
So tired.
He didn't know why, but he opened his mouth and put the piece of candy, which looked dirtier than the pebbles outside the palace gate, into his mouth.
Then, for the first time in his life, he tasted what sweetness was like.
That night, the wind and rain were still fierce outside.
However, the little peach branch man stayed overnight at Xuanhui Palace and slept on the top of Mingguang's head, who was still keeping the lamp lit.
They became cultivation companions.
Mingguang did not even interfere with the flow of Yin energy within the peach branch miniature body, because the Dao follows nature, and if it was truly meant to be born between heaven and earth, it would naturally receive the help of the Heavenly Dao in the end.
They were just companions.
Mingguang didn't deliberately teach it anything, but he was a little jealous that its talent was better than his own.
I always watched it fight the Red Spirit Crab in the sea, and I learned those moves and techniques that Mingxue could not learn even after studying for a long time.
Finally, when it won, the two "people," one big and one small, roasted and ate their spoils together.
Having a "little gadget" to keep you company makes the time less painful and boring.
The passage of time brought them closer together.
Later, Mingguang would even carry the stolen item in his sleeve or pocket when returning to Xuanhui Palace, eating, sleeping, and going in and out with it.
It wasn't until General Kunyi returned that he discovered Mingguang's little "companion".
It was discovered that his progress had been slow over the years, and he had not yet learned many techniques!
How could this be her son?
Her eldest son, Dongjun, is exceptionally intelligent and never causes her any worry.
So Mingguang didn't receive his mother's praise, nor did he hear the gentle words he had dreamed of.
He was struck by the Five Thunderbolts, which meant that for the rest of his life, whenever he wanted to feel close to his mother, he could only enter the Five Thunderbolts Formation to have his bones and flesh shattered.
The maternal love he received was a source of heart-wrenching pain.
The "little thing" that was discovered was naturally chased by the golden dragon into the canopy of the giant peach tree, and finally trembled under the might of the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms.
"Mother, no—"
Even while in his "dream" and under the onslaught of five thunderbolts, Mingguang refused to release General Kunyi's wrist.
It wasn't because he wasn't afraid of pain, but because he hoped his mother wouldn't shatter the little peach branch figure.
It is so innocent, though it still possesses a yin aura, and may even be unable to become a spirit in the future.
But how can it disappear because of itself?
They are...friends.
But the golden lightning quickly returned, raging beneath the large peach wood, like a cold and sharp General Kunyi, showing no mercy as it charged towards the bright light that dared to plead for the chaotic entity—
Less than a palm's width away from Mingguang Lingtai, it transformed into a lightning-patterned talisman, which directly entered his brow and imprinted itself on his Heavenly Soul.
Before losing consciousness, Mingguang reached out from the Five Thunder Formation once more. The flesh of his small hand was shaved clean by the lightning, exposing the veins, which were scarlet like a ghost's claw.
He also tried to capture General Kunyi Zuo.
plead.
But in the end, it didn't work out.
He couldn't hold on and lost consciousness.
It was a lightning-patterned talisman that struck his soul; it was a seal that wouldn't affect anything, but it would make him forget some things.
For example, his past friendship with the Peach Branch Man.
Mingguang should never have remembered this memory in his entire life, after all, the one who imprinted this lightning-patterned seal was the Heavenly Dao Kunyi of the Myriad Realms.
However, when he descended to the mortal realm to compete, he was stripped of his immortal spirit and became a mortal body. The Thunder Pattern Curse could not last long on the weak spiritual platform of a mortal.
The mortal body cannot withstand the seal of the Thunder Pattern Curse and will dissipate sooner or later. When it dissipates, the life force is consumed too much, so it will naturally vomit blood continuously.
But this is not a sealing curse, nor is it the kind of powerful talisman used by General Kunyi to destroy the spiritual platform and heavenly soul when dealing with celestial demons and monsters.
Therefore, it wouldn't necessarily lead to death.
The talisman could have lasted a while, but because Mingguang's health was deteriorating, it couldn't withstand it and dissipated.
As the Thunder Pattern Curse dissipated, it naturally released this memory that had been concealed by the sealed spirit.
In the dream, Mingguang's last outstretched hand should not have grasped General Kunyi.
Because it was never caught in the first place.
He was so young then, and his injuries were so severe. The lightning rune had entered his mind, and when he reached out his hand, he no longer knew what he wanted to do.
But he actually caught it.
He held on tightly.
Then he remembered what he wanted to do.
He also wanted to beg his mother to spare the peach branch figurine and let the creature live or die on its own.
So he spoke up: "Mother...please..."
"Please...don't kill it...it..."
It did nothing, neither hindering my cultivation nor committing any evil deeds.
"What the hell did you call me?"
Bitao's wrist was almost broken from being gripped so tightly. Now she understood why Doctor Wu explained that Guang Guang had a strong and vigorous Yang energy and an inexhaustible amount of ox strength!
"Mother……"
Mingguang couldn't distinguish whether the memories suddenly released from his mind were real or illusory; he was half-dreaming and half-awake, still murmuring to himself.
Bitao: "Whoa~"
There's no need to be so polite.
I got such a grown son for free.
Then, the next moment, she was pulled hard by the still-closed eyes of the bull-like man, and held tightly in his arms!
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