Chapter 3 How could that be! It wasn't his first time there! ...
A group of people laughed so hard they were doubled over.
Bitao raised an eyebrow and released the laughter she had been holding back in front of Binglun Zhenxian and the others.
She smoothed her hair, feigning innocence, and said with her peach blossom eyes, "I was just staying at home when suddenly a bunch of people came and started wandering around... I almost got blinded."
"I only like Mingguang Tianxian, I haven't even glanced at the others."
"Besides, although I like Mingguang Tianxian, I have always kept my feelings within the bounds of propriety. This time, I was the one who took the initiative to reveal it."
"As you know, all of those were rumors. Mingguang Tianxian and I are completely innocent so far..."
One of the celestial soldiers couldn't stand it anymore and slammed his fist on the table, saying, "You're trying to be a bit more ruthless, but the problem is that with your pitiful celestial power, you can't even get close to becoming a celestial being, let alone a human!"
"Hahahahaha..." The crowd laughed even more wildly.
Bitao was not annoyed at all by the slap in the face. She took a sip of spiritual tea and clicked her tongue, saying, "Alas... it's a pity about Dushuo Mountain. I'm afraid Mingguang Celestial Immortal will never go there again."
The people here were overjoyed, as if it were Chinese New Year.
Contrary to expectations, the Jade Emperor's Celestial Palace, Xuanhui Hall, in the heavens, was eerily silent.
Xuanhui is the sun, and the one who lives there is the Bright Light Celestial Immortal, who is praised by all the immortals and is highly regarded by the Nine Immortal Clan and even the Immortal Emperor.
Xuanhui Palace is magnificent and splendid, with beams and pillars reaching the sky, surrounded by auspicious clouds, golden dragons coiling, and immortal cranes and plants. It is one of the most majestic and magnificent palaces besides the Qingming Palace where the Jade Emperor resides.
Even when it wasn't too noisy, there were always servants coming and going and fairies flying in a line.
But today, at this moment, after the return of the master of Xuanhui Palace, Mingguang Tianxian, a celestial spirit dispersed all living things.
Yes, living things.
He chased away everyone who could still breathe.
Not even a single fairy bird remained.
At this moment, Mingguang Tianxian was alone in the deepest part of Xuanhui Palace—sitting on his bed in his bedroom.
He was covered with a blanket.
There were layers upon layers of robes under the quilt, probably more than twenty layers in total.
I still feel it's not enough.
cold.
It felt like the kind of cold that comes from walking through a bustling city without wearing anything.
He formed a mudra with his hands, seemingly meditating, but in reality, there was not a trace of spiritual energy flowing through his meridians.
The immortal spirit rampaged through his body, several times wilder than the storm that True Immortal Binglun had stirred up in the Boundless Sea.
His nose, so straight it could stand out as a mountain peak even if cut off, was dripping with sweat.
His thick, dark eyebrows were furrowed tightly, forming a vertical line as if carved by a knife.
I'm unhappy.
He was so embarrassed and angry that he wanted to crawl into the bed.
It burrows into the ground.
Transformed into mayflies, drifting to the heavens, or sinking to the seabed to become a fossil.
Or simply jump off the sky, pluck out your immortal bones and scatter your immortal spirit, and be reborn as a mortal who lives only a day!
At least that way, once he goes to the Underworld and drinks the Meng Po soup, he won't remember what happened at Dushuo Mountain and the Boundless Sea.
He can then remain an immortal with a clean conscience.
He was born as the son of an immortal emperor and awakened the position of a celestial immortal, a starting point that others could never reach even if they tried their hardest.
The young immortal was born with knowledge, attracting the attention of all and being highly regarded by the immortals of the Nine Heavens. He was proud to the bone and cautious and self-disciplined.
However, he is still young, and his ability to maintain a calm and composed demeanor is due to his naturally austere nature, but he has not yet cultivated to the point of emptiness of the five aggregates.
Today, the one who seems to be the most furious is Binglun Zhenxian, but in reality, the one who finds it the hardest to accept is Mingguang Tianxian.
The moment he realized someone had seen them was like being struck by lightning.
Later, when he was surrounded by the crowd and had to argue with the little fairy about who was right and wrong, Mingguang did not intentionally hide behind the crowd.
In reality, he was still standing there, but his soul had already wandered off for quite some time.
How could this happen?
How could that be!
They had clearly set up multiple layers of barriers, keeping all intelligent beings outside the barriers within a hundred miles of sea and sky.
The immortals present today possess attributes of wind, rain, thunder, lightning, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, representing all nine clans and six departments.
Even if his own father, the Jade Emperor, were to condescend to bring his heavenly army, it would still take them a short while to break their formation, enough time for them to regroup.
But who would have thought that a formation capable of withstanding thunder, raging waves, and thousands of troops would have a stray "fish" slip through its net?
There are only two possibilities.
The first possibility is that her spiritual power was so weak as to be outrageous, like that of an ant among immortal plants, that she was ignored by the formation.
But this possibility is extremely slim. After all, she is already a Spirit Immortal. Even while roaring under the spiritual pressure of the Ice Wheel, she can still multitask and steadily push those small fish back into the sea.
The second possibility is that the minor fairy spirit and the large peach wood of Mount Dushuo are one and the same.
That was her resting place.
Thinking of the second possibility, the veins on the back of Mingguang's hand, which was forming a hand seal to suppress the raging immortal spirit, bulged inch by inch, like dragons and snakes, climbing all the way up his neck to his collar.
He always felt that Juntian Dushuo Mountain was full of immortal spirits and was a rare, pure and peaceful place where no one ever went.
This wasn't his first time there.
This wasn't his first time there!
"This isn't his first time here."
“He has been going to the big peach tree from time to time for the past hundred years.”
"Hahaha, so that's how it is! I was wondering why, out of so many high-ranking Immortal Lords in the Celestial Capital, you only liked the Celestial Immortal Mingguang, who was the least likely to catch up with you! So that's the reason!"
"What does the Celestial Immortal Mingguang do when he comes to your doorstep? Does he always go swimming?" a celestial soldier asked curiously.
Bitao chuckled softly, but did not reply.
Her peach blossom eyes curved slightly, as if she were recalling something interesting.
There are so many things to do.
After Bitao devoured several red spirit crabs, "Yinhan Gu" continued to send messages from various immortal clans demanding that she be severely punished.
The Milky Way Net is a net used by the celestial beings to transmit their thoughts over thousands of miles.
The net is woven from the spiritual silk of the nine heavenly immortals, each with their own duties on it. It can be used to issue tasks, proclaim decrees, and summon generals, etc.
The celestial decrees issued on it are visible to all immortals, who can search for a specific spiritual thread belonging to a particular palace or immortal position on the Silver River Net for private communication.
The Silver River Net was also used by various immortal clans to ascertain the status of the immortals.
The spirit threads remain unharmed within the net; when the spirit threads dissipate, the immortal's position is lost.
Several immortals amplified the message from the Silver River Net and displayed it in mid-air for Bitao to see.
"Are you really alright?"
Seeing Bitao's fearless demeanor, the steward of the prison palace was more worried than she was.
"You were imprisoned in this palace mainly because of rumors. Even if you did follow him, you were no threat to him because the Celestial Immortal Mingguang was several ranks higher than you. So after the interrogation and reprimand, you were quietly released and no one pursued the matter."
After the steward finished speaking, he paused for a moment, his expression somewhat solemn. He pointed to the dense array of various colored immortal tokens floating in mid-air on the Silver Han Net and said, "Although the Great Peach Wood is your 'origin,' if the various families truly resent you, even if no heinous acts of disregarding human life occur in the Immortal Capital, it is hard to guarantee that they won't seize on some mistake you made and demote you to the lower realm."
Bitao sipped her spiritual tea, glancing at the messages on the Silver River, all of which were intense and forceful.
Even through the silver net, one could feel the oppressive aura emanating from the immortals on all sides.
Some immortals even demanded that she, such an arrogant person, be subjected to the punishment of having her spirit stripped away.
Isn't this like trying to torture someone to death for stealing a cabbage?
Bitao smiled, speechless.
"Jade Peak Immortal Chang'an Heart".
Bitao's tone was always the same, even when she was on fire, she was still slow and leisurely: "When I ascended to the Spirit Immortal position, I had already been registered as an attendant in Youtian. If they want to demote me to the mortal realm, they don't have a convincing enough reason. I'm afraid those acquired immortals in Youtian will not easily agree."
The steward of the prison palace, whom Bitao called Yuzhang, disapproved of what Bitao said: "You... sigh, you should stay away from those 'meritorious immortals'."
In the celestial capital of the heavens, the "Merit Immortal Position" is also known as the "Merit Dog".
It refers to the acquired immortal position in the three thousand worlds below, which is achieved by ascending to the heavenly realm through merit.
Yu Zhang, the steward of the Prison Palace, had known Bi Tao for a hundred years and was genuinely concerned for her: "You can just ride on their tribulations and lightning tribulations in the mortal realm to advance your immortal position. There's no need to really be on the same side as them."
"They now occupy Youtian, and although they seem to be enjoying great prosperity and dominating their own territory, isn't that also the reason why the ancient immortal clans exclude them?"
"If the ancient immortals consider you to be of one mind with the immortals of merit, your future path in the immortal capital will likely be difficult."
"Moreover, most of the acquired immortal positions are obtained through thousands of years of arduous cultivation in the lower realms, and are not innate spiritual bodies. They must solidify their spirit with a Dao heart. However, the Dao heart changes with circumstances, and many merit immortal positions have fallen over the years. Few have entered the Thunder Fighting Army and the Three Departments to serve, and they are truly unworthy of being a support."
"I know what I'm doing." Bitao nodded, indicating that she had listened to Yuzhang's words.
In reality, they didn't take it seriously.
She felt that those immortals who attained high positions through merit later in life, with their diverse personalities and varied backgrounds, were better able to understand the true situation in the lower realm and govern accordingly.
As for the fact that many meritorious immortals have fallen, it is not difficult to understand.
After all, who has been a "living ancestor" in the mortal realm for thousands of years, enduring countless hardships, abandoning the six desires and seven emotions to temper their Dao heart and persevere, only to find upon ascending to the heavenly realm that their life of hardship has not brought them carefree joy, but rather a fresh start? It's hard not to curse them.
No matter how well one cultivates in the lower realms, once they reach the celestial realm, their abilities are basically on par with those of a supreme immortal.
Commanding wind and rain, moving mountains and filling seas—even a newborn child can do this in the celestial realm.
Moreover, becoming an immortal doesn't involve luxurious clothes, fine horses, or sensual pleasures, nor does it involve secluded revelry. What one has is an inescapable immortal position, an unavoidable and inescapable public duty, and an extremely difficult-to-advance immortal rank.
Therefore, some immortals who ascended from the mortal realm to the Celestial Capital, despite their merits, found their Dao hearts unstable from the start. They spent their entire lives discovering that the immortals in the Celestial Capital actually needed to eat, sleep, reproduce, and scheme for power and profit. How were they any different from mortals in the mortal realm who humbled themselves and suffered humiliation for a few taels of silver?
So he bravely faced the tribulation lightning, crushed the newly formed immortal bones, and fled back to where he came from, going away in peace.
Bitao, on the other hand, felt quite carefree.
This ancient immortal clan of the Immortal Capital is so rigid and law-abiding that even a wonderful person like the Bright Light Celestial Immortal has been turned into a little coffin. They should be infused with more fresh immortal energy from the mortal world of the Three Thousand Worlds.
After eating and drinking her fill, Bitao entered the Silver River Net from her brow and spiritual platform, only to find that her own "spiritual threads" were also densely packed with celestial spirits, waiting to be unearthed.
Most of the inquiries came from the fairies she was on good terms with. She glanced at them briefly, replied to only a few of her closest fairies, and then went to her usual cell, where she undressed and fell into a deep sleep.
Those few celestial beings who were swimming naked didn't have time to think about why the barrier couldn't stop the mere ants in their eyes.
However, if they simply go back and use their brains, and send someone from their clan to investigate briefly, they should know that the Boundless Sea covered by the giant peach tree is indeed the "home" of the Green Peach. Although the Three Realms and Nine Heavens do not truly belong to anyone, and the immortals in this eternal celestial realm are merely fleeting visitors.
Even those immortals who have their own celestial palaces cannot claim that the land beneath their feet belongs to them.
However, immortal spirits like Bitao, who attained enlightenment and immortality on their own without being enlightened, do indeed have their own origins and "place of belonging".
Several people broke into her territory, set up traps and played around, disturbed her peaceful cultivation, and even wanted to punish her for offenses. What kind of logic is this?
Bitao continued her usual carefree life in the prison palace, eating and sleeping, soaking in the Silver River Fishing Pool, and closely monitoring the movements of the capital.
Since those immortal clans couldn't find any crime to pin on her, they had no choice but to reveal the "truth."
There was no interrogation or reprimand this time. Bitao received the news that she could be released early in the morning. She even had breakfast in the prison before leisurely walking out of the prison.
During this time, two immortal clans used a spirit array to seal two large portions of pure wood and water elemental spirits on Bitao's body above the Silver River, as an apology for her previous accusations.
The power of the five elements in the celestial realm is as vast as the sea, but one must purify the five elements of one's own celestial spirit.
For a low-ranking immortal like Bitao, the process of absorbing and purifying the essence would naturally require twice the effort.
However, these two pure immortal essences can be used directly, which is a great gift for any minor immortal.
However, Bitao did not accept it.
The other companies remained silent.
They remained as arrogant as ever, believing that Bitao, a fairy maiden without any backing, would not dare to do anything that would damage the reputation of the ancient immortal clan, and therefore had no interest in appeasing her.
Just then, Bitao was too lazy to pay them any attention.
After leaving the prison palace, I first went back to You Tian's place, met up with a friend, and then went to the Water Bamboo Bridge to wait for someone.
As the saying goes, a day apart feels like three autumns. Bitao hadn't seen Mingguang for several days and was very eager to see him.
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