Chapter 36 A Surge in Faith Power – It's been a long time since we've seen the Celestial Immortal Mingguang. ...
Three years on Earth is but one night in Heaven.
When the letter was sent, Bitao was indeed already on her way.
It's definitely time to meet.
The eldest prince has now completely fallen from grace and is imprisoned in the prince's residence, with little chance of ever rising again.
The Buddhism that the Second Prince relied on had been suppressed and marginalized by the Eastern Qinghua Divine Sect after Bitao rectified the chaos in recent years. It was like a tree with its roots cut off, with only the trunk in the imperial city supporting it. It could be uprooted if a strong wind shook it again.
The two most powerful forces vying for the throne have become defunct in name only.
Over the years, Prince Danxi has grown into a fierce tiger, beginning to show signs of his power and ferocity.
The other princes cowered in fear under his claws; who else would dare to covet that position of supreme honor, second only to the emperor?
Prince Danxi is only a step away from the position of being second only to the emperor.
According to information relayed by Bitao's informants in the capital, the Imperial Observatory and the Ministry of Rites had begun preparations for the investiture of the Crown Prince two months prior.
The edict, seal, ceremonial robes, offerings, musical instruments, and ceremonial guards for the investiture of the Crown Prince have all been prepared.
Once the observatory selects an auspicious day, the investiture ceremony can be held.
Although the weather is still warm, it is already the end of September. In October, the observatory will choose an auspicious day to observe the autumn harvest and winter storage season.
Originally, the time for offering sacrifices to Heaven was the winter solstice, which is an auspicious day for the birth of Yang energy and has the good meaning of the revival of all things.
Choosing such an auspicious day as the day for bestowing the title of Crown Prince was naturally the most appropriate.
However, the old emperor, who is now in the capital, is probably "not in control of his own destiny" and has already ordered the winter sacrifice to be changed to the autumn sacrifice.
It is said that this autumn is a sign of abundant harvests, and there are no cities in the country suffering from famine. The people of Qingliao Kingdom can have a warm winter with plenty of food and drink, so they offer sacrifices to Heaven in gratitude.
In reality, it is likely that the Crown Prince is already impatient to wait until the winter solstice and wants to take that position second only to the emperor.
He was in a hurry to offer sacrifices to Heaven and proclaim to the people that he would become the king of all people, so as to draw the faith of all people to him.
Over the course of more than three years, Prince Danxi, through Bitao, gathered information on the weaknesses and vulnerabilities of his political enemies throughout the Qingliao Kingdom.
This gave him an advantage, making him invincible among various forces, which enabled him to ascend the ladder to the position of crown prince in such a short time.
Of course, with Prince Danxi backing her in the court, Bitao not only completely annihilated the Qinghua Divine Cult within three years, but also destroyed it under the temples of the Qinghua Divine Cult in the Eastern Pole.
It also caused the followers of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor to spread throughout the Qingliao Kingdom.
They worked hand in hand, and although they had never met, they were in complete harmony, a truly perfect match.
Now that he is about to ascend to the position of crown prince, Bitao is his "ally" who works together with him.
How could I not offer my congratulations in person?
However, before going to the capital, she needed to take care of some things.
Big Eyes, who has taken on the title of "Peach Fairy," has already met with the bishop of the Tsinghua Catholic Church several times on behalf of Peach.
He flattered and concealed his incompetence time and time again, turning the bishop of the Tsinghua Theocracy into a complete idiot.
Today, all the Qinghua religions throughout the Qingliao Kingdom have been transformed into temples and shrines dedicated to the Eastern Qinghua Emperor.
This fool was still quite pleased with himself, believing that although he no longer had the Crown Prince as his backer, a remarkable woman had emerged within his sect.
This has allowed Tsinghua University's "Cult of God" to not only shed its cult reputation but also surpass Buddhism, giving it the potential to become the state religion!
He considered himself wise and powerful, believing he could ascend to heaven in one step by lying on the raised hands of countless believers.
He even overestimated himself and secretly accepted a secret imperial edict sent from the capital.
They planned to send someone to the capital to act according to the secret decree, so that the Qinghua Divine Cult could replace Buddhism and become the state religion of the Qingliao Kingdom.
Bitao was preparing to meet this arrogant and disrespectful bishop.
Let's see how many noses and eyes this person, who colluded with mountain bandits and used plague and the corpses of tens of thousands of people as stepping stones to establish the evil cult, really has.
At this moment, Bitao sat upright in the lobby of the inn. The entire inn had been booked by them, and even the innkeeper and the staff had taken money to rest in the backyard. The lobby was filled with the core members of the Eastern Qinghua Divine Sect.
Bitao sat at the table, holding a crispy and tender pig's trotter in her hand, munching on it with relish.
I've been eating this for years, and I really can't get enough of it.
"Ancestor, you are now a real bishop, and you are about to meet the Tsinghua Catholic Church bishop you have been fighting for so many years. The person is about to be arrested. Can't you be a little more mindful of your image?"
"At least leave us immortals with some dignity."
There were so many people in the room, all familiar faces, but apart from Zhan Kui, no one else spoke up to stop Bi Tao from eating the pig's trotter.
Bitao glanced at Zhan Kui: "Didn't you say there are no pig's trotters in the Heavenly Realm? If I don't eat them now, I won't be able to get any..."
Not only will there be no roasted pig's trotters in the Heavenly Realm, but the delicacies from the mountains and wild game prepared by the chef in Rong'an Prince's Mansion, as well as the fragrant seafood, will probably never be available again.
It makes me feel melancholy just thinking about it.
This is the only worldly desire that Bitao, having come to the human world, is "indulged" in and unable to extricate herself from.
As Bitao ate slowly and deliberately, she said in a casual tone, "Besides, what need do I have for decorum when I see a stray dog?"
That's what she said, but when the person actually brought it, Bitao still didn't show up with a pig's trotter.
She sat upright in the armchair that had been moved from behind the shopkeeper's counter.
He merely glanced at the person being brought in, barely seeing them clearly, remaining completely unmoved, displaying the dignified composure of an immortal.
The bishop was forced to sit at Bitao's feet, and Bitao, looking down from above, finally got a clear look at him.
After a moment, unable to hide her surprise, she stood on tiptoe, lifted the man's chin, and examined him carefully for a while.
Unable to resist asking, "So, is the statue of the Tsinghua Emperor from the Tsinghua Divine Cult modeled after you?"
Bitao believed that the bishop who founded the Qinghua Divine Cult sculpted the statue in that way because the image of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor had been distorted by the passing down of his former followers in the mortal world.
This is perfectly normal, just as things passed down by word of mouth often become unrecognizable.
Things passed down from generation to generation can be completely transformed by adding people's own imagination.
Ultimately, the divine positions that people believe in are often those that people are willing to believe in, or even those that they created.
Bitao never expected that this bastard would actually sculpt a statue in his own likeness...
Fortunately, this realm is not like the one Zhan Kui and the others described, a mysterious star realm teeming with ghosts and gods.
Otherwise, this bastard has been worshipped for so many years, he might really become an evil god!
Bitao even laughed out loud; people can really laugh when they're speechless.
She also assumed that the bishop who manipulated villains to harm the common people must at least be a cunning and steadfast old dog.
Unexpectedly, he not only didn't have the "three noses and four eyes" that Bitao had imagined, but was also an incredibly stupid...fat ball.
Fatty was still trembling at Bitao's feet, sweating profusely, and looked like he was about to pee.
He looked even more spineless than the fat steward that Bitao had once captured in Chongchuan City.
He was clearly terrified and kept pleading in a low voice, "It has nothing to do with my family... It has nothing to do with my family... They don't know anything... They don't know anything..."
She's been walking on eggshells and biding her time for so long, only to find out her opponent is this scoundrel?
"Are you sure you didn't arrest the wrong person?" Bitao couldn't help but wonder.
At this moment, Da Yan'er stepped forward and said to Bi Tao, "That's right, he is the bishop of the Tsinghua Divine Sect, Liu Yimin."
"What the hell is his name? Yimin?" Bitao thought this was the funniest joke she had ever heard in the world.
The villain who harmed countless people, the cult bishop, was named Yimin.
“That’s really his name.” After all these years of studying and working alongside Bitao, Da Yan’er’s learning has paid off. Standing there, he appears even more refined and elegant, with a restrained sharpness.
“I sent people to his hometown to investigate. His family has been practicing medicine for generations. Although they are all village doctors who travel in the countryside, his parents are both kind people who are honest and have even helped many refugees.”
"And he is still alive and well, and has no idea what his son is doing outside."
“He would go home every year, but he never revealed anything about founding the Tsinghua Church to his family. He always told his family that he was a traveling doctor outside.”
"Moreover, he was renowned for his filial piety in his hometown and surrounding areas. In order to provide a better life for his parents and siblings, he began practicing medicine at a very young age, and every year or even every month, he would send small amounts of money home to supplement the family income."
“I’ve been sending them all these years, but the amount is very small, just what a traveling doctor could earn.”
“His family has been working hard away from home for many years, so this year they found him a girl to settle down, and he has already agreed to that.”
"He promised to go back this winter to get married, and then settle down in his hometown to have children."
After Da Yan'er finished speaking, everyone's expressions were very strange.
Bitao kicked Pangqiu in the face, sending him tumbling over.
I had prepared a whole host of words to confront him, but I felt that uttering even one would be an insult to myself.
The few people around who had never seen a bishop before were also stunned.
Cang Ling watched as the fat ball bowed and kowtowed to Bi Tao and the crowd, trembling like a leaf, looking as if it were terrified of death or had gone mad.
But all he said was, "I know nothing about my family... Please don't tell them... Kill me... You can kill me however you want, by slow slicing, by being cut in half at the waist, by being torn apart by five horses, or even by chopping me up and feeding me to the dogs!"
"Please don't contact my family... they really don't know anything..."
From the moment he realized he had been captured, he showed absolutely no sign of resistance or attempt to escape.
He knew this day would come.
He knew from the beginning that doing unjust things would inevitably be punished.
He had long been prepared for this day.
When his brothers were getting married, they needed to build houses for the weddings. As the eldest brother, he couldn't afford to contribute any money and had no other choice.
Back then, he himself contracted the plague and, in despair, robbed the doctors sent by the court to the plague-stricken city and seized their medicine.
He didn't initially intend to kill anyone; he just wanted to save himself.
Later... he found that the medicine was really effective, and he also received a letter from home urging him to find a way to borrow some money to pay for his younger brother's wedding.
After days of torrential rain, the sun came out after he recovered. Perhaps the rainbows in the sky dazzled his eyes and confused his mind.
Only then would he recall a dilapidated temple he had once stayed in in the countryside, where a statue of a deity was enshrined.
His name seems to be... something like "Tsinghua Emperor".
They are dedicated to relieving human suffering.
The bandits he joined forces with to create a cult using the prescription were actually refugees with nowhere else to go.
He had traveled to the mountains as a healer and provided free medical assistance to people there, which is why they trusted him so much.
Who could have imagined this?
Before that plague, a vicious cult bishop was even a cowardly and honest old man.
But if it's wrong, it's wrong.
He was born into a kind family and grew up among compassionate villagers, and he knew from the beginning that what he had done was utterly heinous.
My mother and father always said that if you do something wrong, you should be brave enough to take responsibility.
However, he was so wrong that even if his enormous body were chopped into mincemeat, it would not be enough to atone for the lives of those he had killed.
But all of this really has nothing to do with his family!
Liu Yimin probably realized that Bitao was the one with real power among this group, and kept kowtowing to her.
"Clang clang clang..."
It was extremely heavy and extremely loud, even louder than the clapping of the celestial maidens and celestial lords who saved Chongchuan City back then.
He didn't ask how Bitao had annihilated his Tsinghua Divine Cult, nor how they had secretly deceived him; he also didn't mention that he was someone who had received a secret imperial decree and was now acting on an imperial mission.
He didn't even ask how these people intended to deal with him.
He just kept begging for mercy from his family and even the villagers who lived in peace in his village.
Bitao rested her hands on the armrests of the armchair, her knuckles touching her temples, feeling increasingly irritated by his kowtowing and incessant chatter.
However, they were unmoved by the fact that he still possessed a shred of humanity, and felt that torturing this person to death would not be enough to vent their anger.
But now, even if he were to be killed, those innocent people he killed would not be able to be brought back to life.
There's no need to get entangled in karma because of him.
“Contact the Buddhist side, take him with you, shave his head, put on the ordination scars, and send someone to take him to Ci’en Temple.”
Those Buddhists have been forced to cut their losses and survive by the Dongji Qinghua Divine Cult in recent years.
To this day, they don't even know that this Qinghua is not the same as that Tsinghua University.
After all, even members within the Tsinghua University cult eventually couldn't tell who was who.
But if this bishop were to fall into the hands of those Buddhists, he would be in a situation where he could neither live nor die.
"Please, please, just to do good deeds, please don't go after my family..."
He actually knows about the concept of "yin virtue"?
Liu Yimin had already kowtowed until his head was bleeding, but as he was being dragged away, he was still dazed and confused, saying not to go to his family.
Bitao would never cause trouble for truly good people.
But as Liu Yimin was being dragged to the door, Bitao stood up from the armchair and said to his back, "Your parents are both kind people, so naturally I won't cause them any trouble because of you."
"They have the right to know what kind of son they raised."
"Your neighbors and relatives should know what kind of demons the places you've lived in have bred."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yimin was stunned for a moment, and then finally began to struggle frantically.
A scream, as sharp as a pig being slaughtered, escaped its throat: "No...no! No—"
You mustn't tell his parents or neighbors! You absolutely mustn't!
He can die however he wants, however horribly he wants, but he can't tell his parents!
His struggling body resembled an ugly lump of flesh, his face streaked with tears and snot, mixed with blood and despair, finally allowing the people inside the room to breathe a sigh of relief.
Liu Yimin was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his hometown would find out about the evil deeds he had committed after he died.
How ridiculous! A person who has committed countless evil deeds is not afraid of a miserable death or retribution, but is afraid of disappointing his own parents.
He feared that his brothers and sisters would be ashamed of him, because he had been humiliated.
Liu Yimin's mouth was quickly gagged and he was dragged away.
Bitao looked at Da Yan'er, whose expression remained unchanged.
She was originally very sentimental, especially in the past, whenever her parents were mentioned, she would show a sad expression.
Now, when she talks about Liu Yimin's parents and sees how he defends them, she should be moved by the scene, but her expression remains unchanged.
Bitao said to her, "You've met him the most over the years and know the Tsinghua Cult the best. It's up to you to lead a team to tell Liu Yimin's parents what he's done."
Once this matter is resolved in Da Yan'er's hands, the shadow cast by her parents will be completely dispelled from her heart.
After all, even the most kind and gentle parents can raise a devil.
Even devilish parents can raise virtuous people.
Big Eyes crossed his hands in front of him, his back straight and slender like a tender bamboo shoot.
Her dress flowed gracefully, and her long hair was as black as ink.
In the blink of an eye, she has become a gentle and elegant beauty.
It's just a bit inelegant for such a beautiful woman to still be called "Big Eyes" these days.
Bitao had actually urged her many times to give herself a new name.
But perhaps because she felt that "Big Eyes" was a name given to her by her savior, Bitao, she would always introduce herself as "Big Eyes" with great care, even if it was just a nickname.
He also emphasized the retroflex ending that Bitao used every time.
Bitao had witnessed that kind of scene twice, and she felt like she wanted to disappear into the ground.
Now that Big Eyes has been ordered to leave, it seems that we may never see each other again.
Bitao summoned her over and said to her, "You're all grown up now, and you've been quite adept at handling matters within the sect all these years. You're practically a 'fairy nun,' so it's no longer appropriate to call you Big Eyes."
"Since you won't agree even when I urge you, how about I give you another name?"
Big Eyes' eyes, as clear as autumn water, immediately shone with a bright light.
Even Zhan Kui, who was standing next to Bi Tao, felt a little jealous.
With her big eyes, what are other big eyes compared to hers?
Hmph! She's actually quite good-looking!
"What do you think of the name Cuiwei? You are naturally calm and meticulous, but you lack a little confidence and pride. May you be as majestic and steadfast as a mountain, unmoved by worldly affairs, and as proud as a cliff reaching into the clouds, unyielding to wind and frost."
"Great!" Big Eyes was so excited that she couldn't think of any other words to describe how good the name was, after all, she had only studied culture for three years.
But she knew that Cuiwei was a mountain, and she preferred the comment Bitao gave her.
But as soon as Bitao finished saying the name, while the others were fine, Zhan Kui almost poked a hole in Bitao's waist.
Bitao turned to look at her, and Zhan Kui whispered in her ear, "Cuiwei won't do, Cuiwei won't do... There's a fairy in the heavens named Cuiwei!"
Bitao: "...It's alright. How could the Celestial Fairy Cuiwei in the Heavenly Realm possibly control the Celestial Fairy Cuiwei on Earth?"
With her new name settled, Cuiwei, along with a few others, parted ways with Bitao and her group and headed to Liu Yimin's hometown.
Bitao dealt with the "biggest threat"—the Tsinghua Theological Seminary.
We prepared to continue our journey to the capital.
Zhan Kui insisted on coming along, and Bi Tao would not normally refuse Zhan Kui, but this time she was very firm in not allowing her to follow her to the capital.
"Why won't you let me go? Why won't you let me go? My father has already let me come out with you without worry. He trusts you like he's his own daughter. Why are you excluding me?"
"Oh, I see. You and Mingguang have been entangled for so many years, sometimes even writing a letter every month, exchanging fruits and gifts, and sending local specialties from all over the country. Have you been having an affair behind my back?"
Bitao had completely gotten used to Zhan Kui's nonsense, so she simply went along with her and said, "...If you say so, then so be it."
"Finally admitting it! You just want to be all lovey-dovey with Mingguang and you think I'm in your way!"
"I won't get in your way. I'm just going for a stroll in the capital. It's been quite a while since I've seen my little sweetheart, Guanghan. We might even be more passionate than you two. I won't bother you!"
Bitao shook her head: "You are not allowed to come this time."
"What if I really insist on going!"
Zhan Kui puffed out his chest, his big eyes widened even more, and his eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, almost making Bi Tao catch a cold.
The two stared at each other for a long time, and in the end, Bitao was defeated.
He sighed and pulled her aside, whispering, "You know I might not come back. It might be dangerous for you to come with me."
"Your faith is probably already more than half gone. Just stay in Dayuan Prefecture and wait for your death."
"What do I know? Why didn't you come back?"
Zhan Kui grabbed Bi Tao's hand and shook it back and forth: "What danger could I be in? Besides, have you forgotten that I'm a carp?"
"All the immortals in the Nine Heavens have tragic pasts, but I am the only daughter of Prince Rong'an!"
"Do you know what it means to be an only child? He still has a lot of mistresses, but he can't even produce a single bean. No one can shake my position."
Zhan Kui used Bi Tao's words to describe her to shut Bi Tao up.
Bitao remained silent, rubbing her forehead.
She spent three years with Zhan Kui, and often felt out of place with her because of her overbearing attitude.
But after spending more than three years together, Bitao grew to like Zhankui more and more, and became increasingly indulgent towards him.
Sometimes even Prince Rong'an couldn't stand it anymore.
Bitao even thought that Zhan Kui, who was so ignorant and incompetent, was just relying on luck to get by, and that making a living by cockfighting, dog racing, and teasing cats and dogs was not bad.
Once she attains a high position in the heavens, surely she can protect a mere koi fairy?
Bitao could manipulate even her older brothers indirectly, but she never dared to be harsh on Zhan Kui.
Finally, he relented and said, "You can come with me, but you can't come into the imperial city with me."
"You can bring your lovers along, or find a few along the way... buy a few as a good deed, you don't necessarily have to see the Moon Palace, do you?"
Zhan Kui snorted: "If I don't go to the capital, where am I supposed to go?"
"Just stay in any city or prefecture around the capital. Just wait for me."
If you don't see them, just go home.
But Bitao didn't say the last sentence.
"Alright..." Zhan Kui saw that Bi Tao was really serious, so she stopped pestering her. Actually, she was a little afraid of Bi Tao.
Bitao didn't actually spoil her like this in the Heavenly Realm; she treated her even better after descending to the mortal realm.
"So what do you mean by saying you're not coming back?"
“I am about to pass away,” Bitao said. “It is time.”
Zhan Kui: "...Pfft."
Zhan Kui couldn't help but ask Bi Tao, "But how can you go to heaven if you don't have any believers? Weren't you already sending away the three hundred refugees you initially brought to Dayuan Prefecture?"
Bitao smiled without saying a word, appearing confident and composed.
Meanwhile, those on the Silver River Net, looking at Bitao, were all puzzled.
Is she going to die?
On what grounds?
Based on her low ranking on the Silver River Net and her meager faith of just over a thousand?
One night in the celestial realm is equivalent to more than three years in the mortal realm, and the rankings on the Silver River Net change in real time.
Many who started with zero immortal rank have accumulated strength over the years and risen to the middle ranks.
There are countless immortals with a few thousand points of faith, like carp swimming across a river, but the most prominent among them are the ancient immortals.
They occupied almost the entire front row of the Silver River, led by the Ministry of War's True Immortal Yun Chuan, whose faith power had now reached 88,745.
A year ago, he was sent to the border of the town by the Heavenly Immortal Mingguang. He was incredibly brave on the battlefield, and his current faith was earned through real battles.
Truly a model soldier for the Ministry of War!
And the person with the highest faith under him was Mingguang.
There are already 73,315.
Below Mingguang were the Thunder Department generals, including Binglun Zhenxian.
The Guanghan Immortal, who entered the Qingliao Kingdom's Observatory two years ago, has gained the people's approval in the past year by controlling their speech and participating in several winter, spring, and summer sacrifices.
Because of his ability to predict the future, he was highly sought after by the powerful and wealthy.
In just one year, his faith power surged to over 30,000.
Over the years, under the command of the Celestial Immortal Mingguang, the ancient immortal clan has all gained extraordinary faith power.
It's only the morning of the third day of the competition, and if things continue like this, the ancient immortal clan's collective demise is just around the corner.
In contrast, those ranked in the Merit Immortals position, although a few had a faith power exceeding 30,000, were in the middle to upper ranks.
However, these individuals were already deities in the Netherworld when they were in the Heavenly Realm.
Currently, the ranking is neither high nor low, and the merit points are meager; in the end, one might only be able to obtain some immortal spirits.
After receiving their celestial duties, the immortals themselves receive a considerable amount of divine gifts.
The amount of immortal spirits obtained by exchanging 100,000 faith points is not much for a deity.
They are not the new generation of the celestial realm, and they may not be able to ascend to the immortal ranks when they return to heaven. Wouldn't it be a waste of time to descend to the mortal realm and end up with nothing?
After witnessing the Silver River Net today, the ancient immortals were all extremely proud and elated.
The immortals of merit always say things like, "They came from the human realm through arduous cultivation," and they have a deeper understanding of the suffering of the human world and the mortal realm.
And what was the result?
His performance in the mortal realm this time was mediocre.
All that so-called "experience" I had in the astral plane is now completely useless.
They know too many things but lack expertise, resulting in weaknesses in many areas.
How can they compare to the ancient immortals, who are all experts in their fields, each with their own responsibilities, working together with one heart and one mind, and fighting side by side!
There was no arguing on the Silver River today, but because of Bitao's "outrageous words" just now, some people couldn't help but chuckle.
"Does she think that building more temples over the years equates to having faith?"
"Her merits are quite substantial... probably around 200,000, but her faith power is only 1,000. Could she have confused the two?"
"That's hilarious... He's going to die too, hahaha..."
“I really don’t care at all whether this Fairy Bitao can return to heaven. I just want to know what she went to see Fairy Mingguang for.”
Last night I went to sleep. Could someone tell me if they really corresponded for three years?
"Yes, it really has been three years, but I'm afraid it was a case of unrequited love. Mingguang Tianxian only regarded her as a business partner. In the three years of correspondence, he never replied with a single ambiguous word, completely ignoring them."
"She even disliked the sealing wax she personally burned onto the letters, refusing to touch it at all..."
"If it's really just wishful thinking on your part, then it would be a huge joke."
"But if someone like Mingguang Tianxian isn't interested, would anyone dare to presume to be romantically involved with him?"
"Which eye of yours saw Mingguang Tianxian's interest? Didn't you all notice that after opening each letter, Mingguang Tianxian's eyes never lingered on those impudent words? She only looked at the important parts..."
"Stop joking, okay? I've been chasing Mingguang Tianxian in the Heavenly Realm for a hundred years and he still hasn't agreed. Coming down to the mortal realm is just about cooperation and mutual benefit. If Mingguang Tianxian is even tempted, I'll cut off my head!"
"Exactly, didn't you see him planning for the Ice Mirror Immortal for years, establishing a girls' school in her name, and helping her increase her faith power, which has already reached 20,000?"
"Since ancient times, the channels for women to study and learn literature have been almost cut off. Now that girls' schools have been established, they are being promoted and followed in various places. This is not only an increase in faith and merit, but also a merit that will benefit future generations!"
"That's right... I still think Ice Mirror Fairy and Bright Light Fairy are the best match."
"However, I do admire Fairy Bitao for her abilities. In three years, she built thousands of temples throughout the Qingliao Kingdom."
She brought down countless corrupt and incompetent officials, and countless people in various states lived in peace because of her; this is a merit that will last for generations.
"But... she used the wrong force."
"The competition to choose immortals is about faith, not merit. If it were simply a contest of merit, there would be no need for followers; one could simply start doing good deeds as soon as they are able to..."
"Those who dare not give up their immortal status and suffer the consequences are just making sarcastic remarks without caring about their own words."
"Let me say something... It's still uncertain whether Fairy Bitao can return to heaven, so isn't anyone jealous of that Lucky Koi Fairy?"
In the celestial realm, she spent her days indulging in pleasure, drinking, and having fun, neglecting all cultivation, and spending all the spiritual energy of the Fairy of the Peach Blossom.
Now that she's descended to the mortal realm, her reincarnation is incredibly auspicious, and she hasn't done anything yet, relying entirely on the Peach Blossom Fairy's schemes for her. This crimson 65,800 units of faith power is practically blinding me!
"I don't want to raise koi anymore. When Fairy Bitao passes away, I'll go and flirt with her. With a friend like that by my side, how can I not ascend to immortality while lying down?"
...
The discussion on the Silver River Fishing Platform was heated, but Zhu Ming, who was looking at the platform, was somewhat worried.
"Are you worried that the Peach Blossom Fairy has really misunderstood merit and faith, and is unable to return to heaven?"
The Eastern King's head, floating like a male ghost, approached Zhu Ming and said, "Don't worry, isn't she very confident?"
Zhu Ming dodged his head and frowned, saying, "But all these years she's been busy helping Mingguang achieve great things, and those idiots from the Ancient Immortal Clan have all benefited from it, with their faith reaching tens of thousands. How glorious they are!"
"But how could some local generals easily gain merit and faith without Bi Tao's Eastern Qinghua Divine Sect manipulating public opinion?"
“I’m not afraid that she has misunderstood merit and faith. I’m only afraid that she is still obsessed and will not even care about herself in order to help Mingguang ascend to heaven.”
"But... why does this Fairy Bitao not seem like someone who would be preoccupied with love?"
"How do you know? Have you ever been in a romantic relationship with anyone?"
Dongwanggong: "..."
There's no need for two bachelors who've been single for millions of years to belittle each other.
"A woman's affections are hard to describe, and how could Mingguang have fallen in love with her just because of her help?" Zhu Ming was extremely worried.
He didn't even care much about those meritorious immortals being with Bitao, as they all possessed great merit but little faith.
They've all lived in the lower realms; they'll all be back sooner or later.
But peach blossoms, oh peach blossoms...
Bitao has no memories of the celestial realm and has poured her heart out to Mingguang for three years. If she is rejected when she goes to the capital to express her love, she will surely be heartbroken.
What if I'm not interested in competing?
The Eastern King was provoked, but he didn't hold a grudge at all.
"You don't need to be so worried, do you? You've neglected your duties these past two days, leaving everything to me. You've been guarding the Silver River all day. Aren't you being a little unfair to me?"
Zhu Mingquan pretended not to hear, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the silver net, afraid of missing even the slightest change in Bitao.
"If I didn't know your temperament, I would have suspected that you were deeply in love with this fairy Bitao."
"Go back to work without worry. I don't think Mingguang is as cold and heartless as you all say. Isn't he very moved every time he receives a letter from Little Fairy Bitao?"
She was trembling and her ears were red, but nobody noticed?
The Eastern King Duke's cultivation level allowed him to see through the yin and yang of the star realm; the dim, warm light emanating from the Silver River Net could not overshadow the impact of the bright light.
However, it is not something that other fairies can see.
However, Zhu Ming has always been a reliable "donkey," and now that he's not pulling the millstone, Dongwanggong is practically in despair.
"Hey, stop looking! I'll tell you straight: people who are in love often have their five yin energies burning brightly. That little fairy soul of Bitao is no different in appearance, so it's obvious that she is not in love!"
She's fine. I think she's smarter than you. Hurry up and deal with the pile of paperwork!
As he spoke, he bumped his head against Zhu Ming's back with a loud thud.
Having no other choice, Zhu Ming had to temporarily shut down the Silver Han Gu and plunge into the pile of official documents.
At this moment, the Eastern King Duke drove the "donkey" to pull the millstone, while he himself opened the Silver Han Net and began to look at the peach blossoms with great interest.
Bitao was on her way to the imperial city, escorted by Youtian's meritorious immortal position.
Two other people also came to see her off and accompanied her for a while.
According to Physician Wu, his apprentice was exceptionally gifted. After studying for just over three years, he could recite all the medical books fluently and had already surpassed his master.
This trip with Bitao, followed by a medical journey back to Dayuan Prefecture, will be a good opportunity for me to gain experience.
After all, the real difficult and complicated diseases are found among the people, and what is learned from books is ultimately superficial.
Bitao felt sorry for Doctor Wu and his young apprentice, who were both old and young, so she called them into the carriage to travel together.
During this time, Bitao carefully observed Doctor Wu and found that he was still energetic and had no signs of fatigue.
With such energy and the ability to take care of one's body, there's no need to worry about dying within the next eight to ten years.
"I instructed Physician Wu about this matter a few days ago. I would like to ask Physician Wu to return to Dayuan Prefecture and begin to handle it after he has trained with your young apprentice."
Doctor Wu stroked his goatee, which he had grown over the years, and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. Now that I have money and power, it's just a matter of setting up a herbal medicine shop for orphans. It's very simple."
"However, you asked me to run a herbal medicine hall that takes in orphans under the name of Xuanjia, but who exactly is this Xuanjia? Why have I never seen him all these years?"
Bitao said, "I've never met her either. She's supposedly a good friend of mine."
"Huh?" Doctor Wu didn't understand.
Bitao said, "Just think of her as Princess Mingzhu's good friend. She is currently in the imperial palace and cannot get away for the time being."
"Let's keep the herbal medicine shop running for now. Whether you lack funds or manpower, just contact Princess Mingzhu."
Bitao hesitated for a moment and then said, "If Princess Mingzhu is no longer around, then go to Prince Rong'an for her."
After learning about what Bitao had done over the past few years, Prince Rong'an, who had been full of hostility towards her when she first arrived in Dayuan Prefecture, has completely become her supporter.
He actually had a subtle feeling that he considered Bitao as another daughter of his.
However, Bitao, as the "fairy maiden" who was in charge of the Qinghua Emperor Temple in the easternmost part of the country, was gentle and indulgent towards her daughter. Although she never showed her true colors when facing others, she made people dare not offend her easily.
Moreover, after Rong'an Prince learned that Bitao's methods were unpredictable and varied, and that she was even exchanging letters with Danxi Prince, who was now a powerful figure in the capital, he could no longer treat Bitao as a junior.
However, because other princes of different surnames have been dealt with in recent years, and Bitao has repeatedly removed him from the storm, Prince Rong'an has become completely obedient to Bitao.
Simply put, it means giving money when needed and providing manpower when required.
Besides refusing to dismiss his harem, he also did not take any other concubines.
"I'm not short of money," said Dr. Wu. "I've saved quite a bit over the years, and my wallet is bulging."
Bitao laughed and said, "Keep your meager savings for your retirement."
"No need for that. My disciple is as filial as a son. He will take care of me in my old age, won't he? My good disciple!"
The martial arts doctor called to his young apprentice, but the boy was engrossed in reading a book, his heterochromatic eyes seemingly glued to the pages.
"You little rascal!" Doctor Wu patted his little apprentice on the back and asked the same question again.
The young apprentice knelt down, put down the book, and then answered respectfully and formally: "A teacher for a day is a father for life. My master is my father."
My master has shown me great kindness, and I, your disciple, shall naturally care for you in your old age and see you off in your final days, even if it means breaking a basin or carrying a banner.
"Hahahaha..." Doctor Wu happily stroked his goatee again.
Bitao frowned slightly: "Dog Boy? How come you're still called Dog Boy after all these years?"
He's...twelve years old now, I think. I remember you examined his bones just two years ago.
Gouwazi glanced cautiously in Bitao's direction and sat up even straighter.
"Hey, isn't it true that a humble name makes a child easier to raise?" Doctor Wu said. "When I was a kid, my name was Iron Egg..."
"What kind of twelve-year-old child has such a name?"
"If you take him with you to practice medicine and help people in the future, and people want to remember his name as a blessing, what will you say to them? Will you say his name is Gouwazi (Dog Boy)?"
"There are probably at least 80,000, if not 100,000, of these bastards in the world..."
"Hahaha, I was already trying to name him, but this kid is very stubborn. He doesn't like any of the names I picked out for him, such as Xiande, Huian, Yongping, etc., and he even argues with me."
"Why don't you, Fairy Bitao, give him a name? This boy has absolute respect for you. I can tell he wants you to name him, but he doesn't dare to ask."
"Please do me this old man a favor and bestow a name upon my little apprentice."
Bitao just gave Dayan a name, Cuiwei, which she had been thinking about for a long time.
Bitao isn't good at naming things either.
She herself didn't actually have a proper name; because she resided in the peach tree and condensed her spirit, she was called Bitao (碧桃).
Why can't these people even pick a proper name...?
She had intended to tease the boy a little, asking what was wrong with the names Doctor Wu had chosen, since each one seemed to carry the wish for his safety and that he would become a highly respected person.
But when she met Gouwazi's expectant gaze and saw his face burning red as if he were about to spontaneously combust, she was overwhelmed with desire.
Ultimately, no one had the heart to tease an eleven or twelve-year-old kid with such a narrow-minded personality.
After staring at his distinct black and white heterochromatic eyes for a moment, he suddenly spoke up as if inspired: "When you were little, you were treated like fish and ants. I told you to cover up your blind eye so that you wouldn't be harmed because your heterochromatic eyes were too conspicuous."
"Now that you have the skills to support yourself, you no longer need to cover your eyes."
"Actually, your blind eye isn't ugly at all; in fact, it's quite distinctive. And this eye hasn't affected your intelligence either."
"Now... I see that your black and white pupils have a certain mystique."
"How about you call yourself Tai Chi from now on?"
"The Book of Changes states that from the Supreme Ultimate (Taiji) comes the Two Forms (Yin and Yang), from the Two Forms come the Four Symbols (Sixiang), and from the Four Symbols come the Eight Trigrams..."①
"You are still young and have infinite possibilities. The two elements give rise to each other, and yin and yang also restrain each other."
"May you, in the future, find solace and understanding in times of confusion and uncertainty, and may you, even amidst immeasurable wealth and honor, remain true to your principles and never forget your origins."
"I will heed the words of the Fairy of the Peach Blossom and take Tai Chi as my guiding principle. From now on, I will always ask myself what I am doing."
"You little kid, how come you're more old-fashioned than an old man? I still hope you can live a happy life, and not follow the rules too rigidly. What's the fun in that?"
"Yes." Tai Chi remained kneeling upright, and upon closer inspection, his body was even trembling slightly.
No matter how much he tried to suppress his excitement, it was still evident due to his young age. If he hadn't been pinching his thigh with his fingers, he probably would have already lost his composure.
"Alright, stop kneeling and go read your book."
"Don't just read all the time, have some snacks... You're a kid, don't you like sweets?"
He... is not a child anymore.
From the moment he got separated from his parents, he was no longer one.
However, Taiji did not refute what Bitao said.
He had actually... actually found news of his parents who had gone missing.
His parents are both deceased.
Moreover, he was not separated from his parents among the refugees.
He was abandoned.
The person who found him told him that his parents had switched him with another couple.
During famine years, exchanging children for food was commonplace.
He was lucky to escape disaster because he was frantically chasing after his parents after waking up, and he ran too fast for the couple who had been hungry for so long.
After years of wandering and hardship, he was truly treated like a child only after meeting the Fairy of the Peach Blossom.
He not only took her words as gospel, but also revered her as a deity in his heart long ago.
He knew that she had built thousands of temples and spread her teachings to a deity named the Great Emperor of the Eastern Pole of Azure Flower.
But Tai Chi felt that if there were truly immortals in this world, they should look just like her.
It can only be her appearance.
Bitao had no idea what children were thinking.
He chatted with Physician Wu for a while about establishing a herbal medicine hall to take in orphans, and told him that he could invite Cuiwei to join them.
Cuiwei is meticulous and well-educated; she can teach children to read and write.
Bitao fell asleep soon after.
That night they found an inn to stay at. They were soon to reach the capital. Zhan Kui actually listened to Bi Tao's advice and did not plan to enter the capital. Instead, he searched for beauties in the towns around the capital.
With his own shrine bustling with activity, Zhan Kui felt that if he didn't make the most of it, he wouldn't be able to play anymore!
At the dock dozens of miles from the imperial city, Doctor Wu and Tai Chi bid farewell to Bi Tao.
He took a few others with him and went off to practice medicine and help people.
Standing on the dock, Bitao saw Taiji, who had just boarded the ship, suddenly seem to sense something, run to the bow of the ship crying, kneel down in Bitao's direction, and kowtow repeatedly.
He wanted to say goodbye, but something blocked his throat.
He sensed that this parting might be the last time they ever met.
Tears streamed down his face from only one eye as he rubbed it vigorously, fearing he wouldn't be able to see Bitao clearly. His already blind eye, however, bleeds from the force of his rubbing, and blood-tinged fluid flows from it.
"Go back." Bitao waved to him.
As the boat sailed away, Bitao turned around and found an inn to stay at at the dock.
Twenty miles from the capital, she wrote a letter to Mingguang, saying she would arrive the next day.
That very night, they bought a huge pile of paper money and, with the help of others, burned a mountain of gold and a mountain of silver for their mother-in-law.
The two Earthly Fiend Kings received the tribute and rushed over without stopping, only to be buried under mountains of gold and silver.
Their dear daughter said, "Good mother-in-law, please be careful with your money down here. This is probably the only time I can burn this offering for you in my lifetime."
Although the two Earthly Fiend Kings were extremely busy at the "current peak" of the competition, they still kept track of Yin Han Gu and watched their beloved daughter's progress in the competition.
Upon learning that she had rectified the wrongs and built countless temples, he felt even more honored and praised her to every ghost he met.
Although the Peach Blossom Man has never died, he has already become famous throughout the underworld thanks to the tireless promotion by the two Ghost Kings.
However, yin and yang cannot be mixed, just as clear and turbid qi cannot be combined.
Unable to meet Bitao in the non-Xuanxing Realm, the two ghost kings could only create a whirlwind around the fire and circle their daughter a few times to let her know they had been there.
I have received everything.
Bitao ate a big meal that night.
The next day, she boarded a boat and headed straight for the capital.
On the first day of the ninth lunar month, the sun blazed fiercely.
Today is the grandest temple fair in all twenty-seven prefectures of the Qingliao Kingdom, a spectacle never before seen in the human world.
People lined up to offer incense at the temple of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor, and the queue stretched as far as the eye could see, whether in the countryside or in the town.
It's harvest season now, and farmers, who are busy with their work, rarely get a day off at the temple fair. They talk about their own harvest this year.
Or perhaps their children will get engaged or married after the autumn harvest.
The reason why these believers are queuing up to offer incense at the temple today is because the temple is giving away many good things today.
Money is distributed directly in towns and cities.
In rural areas, at the very least, eggs are distributed.
Eggs are a valuable commodity; they can be used as a form of hard currency, similar to silver.
The two elderly women each carried a basket, their fingernails still covered in mud, and they wore tattered clothes that they only wore when working in the fields.
But each one of them was more radiant than the last.
"Oh no, I forgot again. What were we supposed to say when we offered incense later?"
"It is said that the Great Emperor of the Eastern Azure Flower, the Savior of Suffering, mercifully delivers all beings from suffering...suffering..."
A man behind the two said, "It is to relieve the suffering of all living beings and to mercifully guide all souls back to the underworld!"
"Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li, you two didn't even remember this? Hurry up and remember it, or we won't give you eggs later!"
“But I seem to remember it was about compassionately guiding all souls to heaven?” another man chimed in.
"Oh dear, it's been changed a long time ago! Even if you don't study literature, you should still remember these two teachings!"
"Now is the time to relieve the suffering of all people and compassionately guide all souls back to the underworld!"
"And remember this well: the Qinghua Emperor is now called the Eastern Qinghua Emperor, with the addition of the characters 'Eastern Extreme.' And the 'Qing' in 'Qinghua' no longer has the water radical!"
This person usually has some influence in the village, can find some work at the temple, and has a certain status in the village. He knows all about these things.
They raised their voices to spread the word, fearing that the villagers wouldn't be able to get the eggs.
One person gets one! If a family has ten people, then that's ten!
"Okay, okay..."
"Oh oh oh... to save all living beings from suffering, to mercifully guide all souls to ascension... Bah! Return to the underworld! Return to the underworld!"
"I knew it! People go to the underworld after they die. That previous one was clearly wrong, saying they went to heaven, hahaha..."
"Stop laughing and be serious!"
"Read it after me..."
"Didn't you see that the statues have all been changed? Why does this statue look thinner than the previous one?"
"How can you tell the statue is thin when it's covered by a red cloth? Besides, this statue has been replaced three months ago, why won't they let us remove the red cloth?"
"When you got married, couldn't you tell if the bride was thin or not when she was covered by a red cloth?"
"You two actually compared a deity statue to a bride! Be careful not to offend the gods!"
"Hahahaha..." Everyone couldn't help but laugh.
"Quiet down, everyone."
It was the man of some standing who spoke up, saying, "They say that with the new statue of the deity in place, the Eastern Emperor must go to the underworld and return to the mortal realm on the first day of the ninth month before he can see the light of day again!"
"Oh oh oh..."
"Oh, I see... Oh! Someone inside the temple has taken the red cloth down!"
"Wow... this Emperor Qinghua of the Eastern Pole... is indeed different from before, isn't he?"
"He's more than just different!" one woman exclaimed, utterly dumbfounded. "This...this man is even more handsome than the schoolteacher from the next village!"
The man standing on the altar had a solemn expression and lowered eyes. He had an air of otherworldly grace and was clad in golden armor. He carried the sun and moon wheels on his shoulders and was awe-inspiring, unmatched in the world.
This is worlds apart from the previous statue of the Tsinghua Emperor.
"Hahahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter again.
Soon someone else said, "But who is this woman standing so close to the Eastern Azure Emperor? Are they husband and wife? I've never heard of them before."
"What nonsense! That's the attendant of the Eastern Azure Emperor, Fairy Bitao!"
"Ah! I know that Fairy Bitao, I've seen her before! I bumped into her on the street when I was trading in Dayuan Prefecture! She looks just like this..."
"But this Fairy Bitao is a living person. Can a living person receive incense offerings?"
"Oh my, what are these living people? They're all servants of the Great Emperor of the Eastern Azure Flower Realm! They must be fairies descended from heaven!"
"The incense offering is starting. Everyone line up..."
While the temple fairs on earth were in full swing, the Milky Way in the celestial realm was also like boiling oil being poured into water, causing sudden ripples.
"My God! Am I blind? Look at the Silver Gu!"
"Fuck!"
The one who uttered the curse was Zhu Mingxian, who simply couldn't hold back.
The ranking of Bitao, which had been suppressed by thousands of immortals, suddenly rose rapidly upwards as if it had gone mad.
The faith power surged to tens of thousands in the blink of an eye, and the crimson faith power notifications almost blinded everyone.
And soon, it wasn't just Bitao who was growing.
Those immortals with merits who followed Bitao, and those "brothers" who were teased by Yinhan Gu for not being as good as working alone, all had their faith spread like wildfire.
Because the statues and attendants of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor are different in different places, even though some people don't recognize them at all, it doesn't stop them from paying their respects to these attendants while offering incense to the Eastern Qinghua Emperor.
Thus, the Milky Way's net was covered in a trail of crimson.
In the short time that everyone was discussing, Bitao had already stepped over tens of thousands of Thunder Generals with faith power from the Ancient Immortal Clan, and even surpassed Mingguang Celestial Immortal, standing shoulder to shoulder with Yunchuan True Immortal.
The other meritorious immortal positions also reached 70,000 faith points.
In an instant, the Milky Way turned "heaven and earth upside down," and Bitao, with her own strength, led these meritorious immortals to reverse the tide and stand proudly among the heroes.
The Silver River Gullies exploded once again.
"She...she actually had her own statue placed next to the Eastern Azure Emperor! What kind of servant is she? What kind of servants are those people? The Eastern Azure Emperor doesn't have any servants at all!"
"Isn't this just exploiting faith power?! Isn't this cheating?!"
"Quickly inform the immortals who are supervising the competition!"
...
Bitao had no idea how the silver net was blown up.
She was drifting downstream, leisurely brewing tea and drinking wine on the boat... and roasting pig's trotters.
The ships did not arrive in the capital until nightfall.
The capital city was brightly lit at night.
The entire street was like a silver river fallen to earth, with colorful lanterns hanging high and dazzling the eye, and restaurants and shops on both sides of the street were bustling with activity.
Right at the dock where Bitao disembarked, painted boats dotted the river, moving slowly along, accompanied by the melodious sounds of silk and bamboo instruments, and beautiful women singing and dancing gracefully on board.
Street vendors hawked their wares incessantly, and crowds thronged the streets.
As expected of the imperial capital, it presents a scene of peace and prosperity.
Instead of finding a place to stay, Bitao led her men directly to the outside of Prince Danxi's residence.
She had already informed Mingguang in advance, so she figured that even if he didn't intend to entertain her, he would at least come out to see her.
Previously, Bitao only knew that the residence of Prince Danxi was a summer palace within the capital.
Now that I've actually seen it, I realize it's practically no different from a second palace.
The carriage stopped at the gate of Prince Danxi's mansion, and Bitao got out and looked up.
The vermilion gate was heavy and solemn, with a total of eighty-one copper nails arranged in nine rows. Nine is the extreme number, symbolizing the supreme imperial power.
Living in such a place, it would be a sin not to aspire to be above all others.
The stone lions in front of the gate all resemble their owner, standing majestically and solemnly with bright eyes, truly an imposing sight.
Bitao sent someone to announce their arrival, and the people inside, seemingly having been instructed, respectfully led a large group of people out to greet them.
However, there was clearly no light among them.
"Our distinguished guest has come from afar. Our Prince has specifically instructed us that if the guest arrives before he returns to his residence, we must respectfully welcome him into the mansion."
"The mansion has prepared 'Azure Snow' for this autumn's offerings, which is made from the rootless snow that fell on the eaves last year."
"Honored guest, please have a cup of tea with this old servant and rest your feet. Before dusk, when the palace gates are locked, Prince Danxi will surely return."
Bitao did not enter the door, but stood at the door with her hands behind her back, and said to the polite and courteous old man, "There is no need to go to trouble, it will be dark soon."
"I'll wait here for a while."
Meanwhile, Mingguang, who was already on his way out of the palace, received news that Bitao had arrived at his residence and sat up abruptly.
There was no one else in the carriage, but his back was ramrod straight as if a steel spear had been thrust into it.
He was restless all day.
Or rather, ever since he received that letter a few days ago, learning that Xiao Taozhi was coming to see him, Mingguang has been unable to eat or drink and has been awake until dawn.
He had no idea why he was like this.
He could only attribute it to the fact that he and Xiao Taozhi hadn't seen each other for too long, and he was afraid that they would become estranged.
He was also afraid that if they met, Xiao Taozhi would say those...those love words that left him feeling awkward and confused.
In short... he has slept very little these past few days, and he only eats a bite or two at a time.
This caused great distress to the servants in the mansion.
No matter how handsome a person is, he is still just a mortal being, and a bluish ring has clearly appeared under Mingguang's eyes.
His subordinates even thought he was worried about the upcoming ceremony of bestowing the title of Crown Prince and the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven.
They also advised him to rest more, saying that now no one in the court or among the people can stand against him or disrupt his important affairs.
Only Mingguang knew that he was probably feeling apprehensive about returning home.
He was afraid that if he met Xiao Taozi again, they wouldn't be able to rekindle their close friendship.
He prepared many fine things at home, most of which were tributes bestowed by the emperor.
They also specially hired a famous chef from a restaurant in the city, all to cater to Xiao Taozhi's taste.
He even prepared a gift.
It is extremely valuable to him now, and he doesn't even dare to tell his subordinates about it.
I hope that after rejecting her romantic advances, I can make her happy.
It would be even better if she could stay here for a while and attend his investiture ceremony.
Bring her anything good or new that comes along.
When Mingguang returned home, his mind was in a complete mess, with thoughts of this and that constantly shifting.
When they arrived at the gate of the Prince's Mansion, the carriage stopped, and someone lifted the curtain to remind him that he could get out. Only then did Mingguang move.
He found that his entire body was numb the moment he moved.
It felt like ants were crawling all over my skin.
And he was caught off guard when he saw the figure standing at the door waiting for him.
For a fleeting moment...
No, for a very long time, his vision was blurry and his ears were ringing.
I can't see or hear anything.
The only thing I could clearly hear was my own heartbeat, pounding wildly like a war drum.
Bitao was admiring the night view when she saw him get out of the car. She turned around and smiled at him.
Seeing him standing motionless by the car, his face covered in frost and snow, as if he didn't welcome this uninvited guest at all.
Unperturbed by his coldness, she took the initiative to speak, "It's been a long time, Celestial Immortal Mingguang."
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