Chapter 4 is about her! But she's good-looking!
It's not so easy to see people on ordinary days.
As the youngest son of the Immortal Emperor, Mingguang had never been formally appointed to a position, but the Immortal Capital did not tolerate idlers, so Mingguang often took on official duties and traveled around.
At its worst, we wouldn't see each other for eight or ten years at a time; the pain of longing was heart-wrenching!
However, Bitao knew that, at least for the time being, Mingguang Tianxian would be busy in Xianjing.
The rift between the ancient immortal clans of the Celestial Immortal Rank and the acquired immortal Rank is becoming increasingly difficult to bridge. Among the descendants of these innate immortal Ranks, apart from a few immortal lords like Mingguang Binglun who are still decent, the rest of them show a trend of becoming worse and worse with each generation.
Because these innate immortal positions and qualities are questionable, the inheritance of one's father's position by one's son has become less of a given as the number of acquired immortal positions has increased.
The filling of many vacant positions in the celestial realm has been a subject of controversy.
Therefore, the Heavenly Realm and the Underworld jointly held a competition to select immortals.
He ordered both the innate and acquired immortals to descend to the mortal realm to undergo the eight tribulations of suffering, to compete in faith and merit, and to correct their immortal status.
The vacant immortal positions were announced one by one on the Silver River Net. The competition would officially begin two months later, and all immortals could participate. The immortal positions would be awarded to those whose attributes matched and who were the strongest.
Mingguang Tianxian has been busy in the Nine Heavens lately, recording vacancies in the Six Departments, drafting candidates for the competition to supervise and accompany the participants in the tribulation in the lower realms, and selecting people to balance the operation of the small worlds, among other trivial matters.
Before leaving the prison palace today, Bitao received news on the Silver River Net that all the servants who followed Mingguang had been sent out to do things, and he would be traveling to and from the Rainbow Bridge by himself today!
This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
At least during the more than one hundred years that Bitao pursued him, he was never alone.
I just found out that he is in Youtian. When he returns to Juntian, he must take the Shuichun Bridge.
When Bitao arrived at the Water Bamboo Bridge, she first changed into the attire of a palace maid from the Huangyan Palace near the Water Bamboo Bridge, then took a broom and pretended to sweep the floor.
Immortals came and went on the Water Bamboo Bridge, each one in a hurry. Even after Bitao swept the bridge twice, the Celestial Immortal Mingguang still hadn't appeared.
She walked to the water's edge and tapped the surface of the water with the head of a broom.
Before long, a wet human face emerged from the water.
This person's eyes occupy a considerable area on his small face, and his chin is so sharp that it seems he could pierce his chest if he lowers his head.
But that doesn't stop her from being a charming and lovely little beauty.
The young beauty spoke, her voice rough like a crow's: "Don't worry, Bitao, I've already blessed everything around this bridge!"
This beautiful young lady is one of Bitao's closest fairy maidens, and her name is Zhan Kui.
Zhan Kui is a koi fish that ascended to immortality. His immortal power is not strong, only at the mid-level to immortal position, but his luck is extremely good.
My close girlfriends always like to bring Zhan Kui along no matter what they do; with her around, they can achieve twice the results with half the effort.
Bitao brought her to the Water Bamboo Bridge today specifically to borrow her blessing and luck, so that she could successfully block Mingguang Tianxian.
"Quickly, Zhan Kui, give me a few more blessings on my head, and a few more on my hands too!"
Bitao approached the water's edge, her peach blossom eyes reflected in the water's surface, rippling even more beautifully than the water itself. Her face, like a lotus blossom, was filled with excitement, like a weasel about to steal a chicken.
Zhan Kui is probably not a good person to be friends with Bi Tao.
While blowing colorful bubbles that landed on Bitao, she offered a terrible idea: "It's rare to see Mingguang Tianxian traveling alone. Why don't we tie him up and take him to Dushuo Mountain so you can have a good talk with him and cultivate your relationship..."
If Bitao was audacious and lewd, then Zhankui was lawless and unruly.
Unfortunately, her talent lies in luck, and she always manages to succeed in many ideas that sound outrageous and ruthless.
This emboldened her to the point that she became so utterly disregardful of all laws.
Bitao: "..." Mingguang Tianxian simply doesn't bother with lower-ranking immortals and won't deliberately use his immortal power to exert pressure in order to show off his status. He's not so weak that he can only be slaughtered by others.
If Bitao had the ability to kidnap a celestial being, she would have taken Mingguang Celestial Being home a hundred years ago, and the two would already have a child.
Zhan Kui looked quite regretful.
Bitao couldn't help but laugh. She tapped the silly Zhan Kui's forehead with the broom head, signaling her to dive underwater and continue bestowing blessings. Then she went back to sweeping the floor.
As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. This time, after sweeping halfway through, the Celestial Immortal Mingguang appeared!
Alone and unaware of the terrible lecherous men he was about to encounter.
He descended from the Netherworld as a spirit and stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge.
He wore a blue robe that flowed like clouds as he moved, seemingly surrounded by a spiritual breeze. His long hair was half-tied up, and the radiant patterns symbolizing supreme authority resembled two golden crows rising from the ashes, flapping their wings on the shoulders of his robe.
His demeanor was as graceful as jade, and his aura as powerful as a rainbow.
He held a jade-patterned leather scroll in his hand, used to record the candidates for the You Tian competition. He walked hurriedly like the immortals coming and going, without glancing sideways or even noticing Bi Tao.
It was all for nothing.
If it weren't for the fact that the rainbow bridge spanning nine consecutive days couldn't be crossed by spirits and that one could only stand on solid ground, he would have already transformed into a spirit and returned to Juntian.
Just as he strode to the center of the Water Bamboo Bridge, the little palace maid who had stopped and bowed her head to greet him suddenly "made trouble"—Mingguang's wide sleeve hanging at his side was pulled!
In his life, Mingguang rarely encountered anyone who dared to touch him without his permission. The few times that happened were truly unforgettable.
Startled, he suddenly released his spiritual pressure, and the immortal spirit of the Heavenly Immortal level was swept away for hundreds of feet.
Zhan Kui, who was secretly causing trouble in the water, was knocked unconscious by this fairy spirit.
It exhaled a string of bubbles, then transformed back into its original form as a koi carp in the water, turning belly up and becoming a "staring dead fish" floating downstream.
Bitao, who was next to Mingguang and was the most affected, coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, but she managed to withstand the blow because she had just set up a spirit transfer array.
However, the spirit immortal's resistance to the celestial immortal's spiritual pressure was truly a case of fighting to the death.
Even though she was slumped on the ground, she still wouldn't let go!
Fortunately, Mingguang Tianxian quickly regained his senses and restrained his immortal spirit. He frowned slightly and looked down at the person who had suddenly grabbed him. A moment later, his eyebrows twitched and his deep, abyss-like eyes showed surprise.
It almost crushed me with its divine power once again.
It's her.
It's her!
Before Mingguang Tianxian could react, Bitao quickly pried open his fingers, snatched the jade phoenix-patterned leather book from his hand, and stuffed it into her own clothes.
Bitao inhaled a mouthful of sweet and pungent aroma, but then smiled brightly.
Hehehehehe.
Let's see how you get around without the roster!
Mingguang's hand suddenly went empty, and his fingers quickly curled up inside his sleeve, clenching tightly until his knuckles cracked.
The veins on the back of his hand bulged once again, and the slender knuckles seemed to still retain the indescribable sensation of being suddenly pried open.
If he were a furry creature, all the hair on his body would probably be standing on end by now.
However, his face remained impassive and cold, his piercing eyes glaring at Bitao, silently intimidating her, attempting to scare her away with his "majesty" and make her obediently hand over the roster.
This move of his was actually very effective in the Heavenly Realm. As the son of the Immortal Emperor, he was always given the upper hand by the other immortals.
He is often accompanied by spokespeople, who are all like mind readers. Whenever he wants to do something, someone will speak up for him and do it for him. He only needs to put on a stern face. Why does he need to do anything himself?
However, he underestimated the shamelessness and audacity of the pervert.
Since Bitao dared to "rob" him halfway with her immortal body, dared to let the whole capital know that she had designs on him, and deliberately allowed the rumors between the two to spread, would she be afraid of his cold face?
Bitao pressed down the roster she had tucked into her bosom, straightened up by leaning against the railing of the Water Bamboo Bridge, and even took the time to scatter wood spirits down the bridge to feed the creatures that had just been affected, as well as her good sister Zhan Kui.
At the same time, he raised his other hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were practically glowing with a ghostly green light as he looked at Mingguang!
“It’s been a long time since you’ve looked at me like this,” Bitao said softly.
Mingguang: "..."
He didn't respond, looked away, and seemed eager to transform into a spirit and escape immediately.
However, he thought that the Netherworld Register would be difficult to obtain, as the Netherworld Immortals were all acquired immortals, and they had always been at odds with their ancient immortal clan.
Those who ascend to heaven through merit come from diverse backgrounds, including people from all walks of life, often harboring hatred of evil and displaying an outward temperament, with their five afflictions burning fiercely and difficult to tame.
Previously, when Binglun and his group came to retrieve You Tian's roster, they not only failed to get it, but almost got into a fight before the competition.
If he weren't the son of an Immortal Emperor and one of the organizers of this Immortal Selection Competition, he wouldn't have any influence. It would have been too embarrassing for him to ask an incumbent immortal to intervene.
Mingguang was caught in a dilemma; he had almost never encountered such a situation before.
Looking down at the koi fairy under the Water Camellia Bridge, who had absorbed the wood spirit and transformed back into human form, he spit out a string of bubbles and sank to the bottom of the water. He pursed his lips, unsure of how to react.
I even had the urge to jump off the bridge and dive into the water.
"Mingguang, why aren't you looking at me again?"
Bitao smiled like a fox that had cornered a chicken in its coop, about to succeed. She slowly approached, coaxing him gently, her tone soft: "Talk to me, we've known each other for so long, I like you, do you know that?"
Mingguang felt a little short of breath.
Is there anyone in the Nine Heavens who doesn't know this?
Mingguang found those rumors so absurd that he thought they were ridiculous.
Bitao's voice was soft and melodious, almost seductive, as she asked, "I heard the Immortal Selection Competition is in two months. You must be very busy lately, right? Are you tired?"
Mingguang held his breath and remained silent, afraid that he would choke to death by the "huge wave" stirred up by this little fairy all by himself.
They just kept staring at the surface of the water.
It would have been far too easy for him to snatch the list back; the gap between the two of them was like an insurmountable chasm.
But then he remembered where she had put the roster. To retrieve it, he would have to either shatter her clothes to retrieve it from a distance, or knock her unconscious to take it out.
Nothing is feasible.
His eyes were nearly blinded by the ripples under the Shuichun Bridge.
She briefly forced herself to be deaf, hoping that once she had said enough, she would return the items to him.
However, how could a lecherous man ever stop harassing respectable women and men?
Bitao didn't mind that Mingguang didn't answer or even look at her. She knew best that he was inflexible and unyielding, practically a living coffin.
But he's good-looking!
Bitao had quietly moved to his vicinity.
He had a straight nose, thin lips, thick black eyebrows, a narrow space between his eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and pale gold pupils—a face that suggested an extremely cold and indifferent nature.
You can look up at his prominent nose, his well-defined jawline, and even his slightly downturned lips up close, and they're all kind of cute.
Bitao gazed at the red mole on his chin, her heart pounding.
Her height and the angle meant she could lean in and kiss that little red dot perfectly.
If it weren't for Mingguang's extraordinary immortal power, and the fact that she couldn't touch the "tiger's backside," she would have really wanted to reach out and stroke his neck, measuring the peak of his nose and the bottom of his jaw.
Perhaps it was because Bitao's gaze became increasingly audacious, so audacious that even Mingguang sensed a sense of aggression.
He glanced at her again, but her infatuated expression made him tense all over.
Although Mingguang has only been here for a short time, and Bitao hasn't done anything particularly outrageous in the brief exchange of a few words, she has simply been looking at him.
But under her scorching gaze, Mingguang felt as if he were standing in molten lava, and time seemed to drag on forever.
Never mind, let Binglun and the others come to her to pick up the roster later!
Mingguang strode towards the other side of the Shuichun Bridge, forming hand seals as he walked, ready to flee as soon as he left the bridge!
However, Bitao was always watching him and naturally discovered his intention to run away. Taking advantage of the fact that the Water Bamboo Bridge could not directly transform into a spirit, Bitao used the same trick again and grabbed his wide sleeve.
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