Chapter 52 He actually cried during the high fever.
Because Wei Danxin was so eager to admit his mistake, Bitao didn't even have time to say nice things to him.
He believed himself to be of wicked character and guilty of unforgivable sins, and every word he spoke was meant to incite anger.
Even though Wei Xiao wanted to protect him, he still beat him up severely in order to quell the anger of the Daoist Master Yue Junya.
Then he was imprisoned in the Gale Cliff behind the mountain to reflect on his mistakes.
Since Bitao and he had already "consumed their marriage," Wei Xiao, the leader of the Supreme Sword Sect, promised to arrange a marriage for the two of them once Wei Danxin recovered.
He even comforted Bitao, saying, "If you still like Lin Xuantu, your marriage with him will be difficult to achieve, but you can continue to associate with him. I guarantee that Danxin will never stop you."
This means not only giving the eldest son to Bitao as her "official wife," but also giving the fourth apprentice to Bitao as her "concubine."
Even Bitao felt that Wei Xiao was far too gentle and mild-mannered.
How did the Supreme Sword Sect end up like this, losing both its wife and its army?
Wei Xiao didn't dare to pursue the matter of his and Le Junya's marriage stone being smashed last night.
After all, as a father, he couldn't imagine that Bu Er Dao Ren, a mother, would use her own daughter as bait to set up a scheme to deceive both him and his son.
That price is far too high.
Moreover, seeing Bi Tao's disheveled appearance and bruises all over her body, Wei Xiao felt that his son had probably been suppressed for too long, which was why he had lost his bestial nature after drinking a sip of the Heavenly Grade Flowing Elixir and committed such a despicable act.
It is the father's fault if he does not teach his son.
Although Wei Xiao was somewhat annoyed by Wei Danxin's excessive actions, he felt deep down that it might be because he had never had a mother since childhood... and he himself had not paid enough attention to his son, who had always been well-behaved and excellent.
That's what led him to make such a big mistake.
Overwhelmed with guilt, the elderly father took all the blame upon himself and emptied his entire savings bank account to atone for his sins.
As for Wei Danxin's original engagement, Wei Xiao also said that he would definitely break it off as soon as possible.
The Daoist Bu Er, Yue Junya, received countless magical artifacts and treasures, as well as hundreds of top-grade spirit stones as compensation. Bi Tao even received top-grade healing pills and top-grade advancement pills treasured by Wei Xiao.
After taking the pill, Yue Junya personally protected Bitao, and Bitao's cultivation advanced from the middle stage of the Human Realm to the upper stage of the Human Realm.
It was three days later when Bitao finally stabilized her advanced realm.
Wei Danxin has not been released yet.
"How long will they be locked up?"
"Hmph, he committed such a grave mistake, he should kneel in Gangfeng Cliff for at least two or three months, otherwise, wouldn't everyone know that I, the Daoist of Incomparability, am bullied by everyone?"
Bitao: "...Three months is too long."
"My senior brother was already so angry that his cultivation level plummeted, and he almost suffered a complete loss of his soul that day, and then he was tortured..."
Bitao said, "Mother, please think of something! I don't like a corpse..."
"Haven't you gotten what you wanted? Aren't you tired of it yet?"
Bitao: "...Hmm? Can you get tired of it after just one time?"
"Is he really that good?"
Le Junya rested her elbows on the table, her knuckles against her head, her peach blossom eyes narrowed, a hint of disappointment in her expression. "I think he's unfit to be a good husband. He only drank one sip of the Heavenly Grade Flowing Elixir, and he's already behaving so recklessly. I'm afraid he'll beat you up in the future."
The pose that the Taoist was in at this moment was the pose that Bitao liked to do the most.
Bitao had the illusion of looking in a mirror, seeing that the Daoist was not only identical to her in appearance, but also in his manner of speaking and temperament. She rubbed her face and forced herself to say, "He didn't hit me... those injuries were because we lacked experience..."
Nothing happened between her and Mingguang at all.
If it were another Xuanxing Realm, it probably wouldn't be so easy to hide it.
In the true world of cultivation, cultivators emphasize preserving their essence and strengthening their foundation. Some cultivators need to preserve their original Yang and Yin essence, because if the body is destroyed, their cultivation will be destroyed.
However, there is no such thing as primordial yang and primordial yin in this world. Even cultivators who reach the extreme level of Earthly Realm, such as Yue Junya, cannot preserve their youth.
The cultivators in this world are only slightly stronger than ordinary people. Their true strength is about the same as that of high-level martial artists in normal star realms.
Among martial arts practitioners, those who practice martial arts possess "internal strength," which is actually the pure energy stored within the body.
While they may not be able to summon wind and rain or ride the clouds, they can still scale walls and rooftops, using their skills and techniques to generate immense power.
It's similar to how cultivators in the Xuanxing Realm can use talismans or formations to borrow the power of the five elements.
That's why Bitao dared to use this method to deceive Mingguang, and even Wei Xiao, the leader of the Supreme Sword Sect.
After all, Mingguang, being such a naive and inexperienced young man, had no idea whether a man had ejaculated or not.
Wei Xiao understood, but he didn't want to ask his son for details.
However, Bitao never expected that she had made herself suffer so badly that even Bu Er Dao Ren thought they had succeeded.
She also felt that Mingguang was too rough with her and was unfit to be a good husband.
Bitao felt that the way Le Junya discussed things with the two of them these past few days was different, and she was genuinely a little angry.
They never gave an inch to Wei Xiao, and would resort to violence at the slightest disagreement.
So that's why...
Bitao started coaxing her mother, and after much persuasion, Le Junya finally agreed to let Bitao go see Wei Danxin.
Bitao carried a food box and some healing pills, climbed up the Gale Cliff on the back mountain, and found Wei Danxin in a dark, cold, and howling stone cave.
There are no people monitoring this place, since the Supreme Sword Sect doesn't have many disciples, and it's impossible for them to send someone specifically to guard this barren cliff.
But Wei Danxin knelt upright in the darkness, his back straight, letting the raging wind assault his body. His head was drooping and his face was pale. He didn't look like a living person; he looked more like a corpse.
Wei Xiao probably brought the man here because it's the furthest place from Le Junya's Tianshui Courtyard, in case Le Junya suddenly has another urge to kill his son.
Because no one was watching over him, he thought his son would have time to heal.
However, Wei Xiao still didn't understand Ming Guang. Ming Guang was upright and insightful, and he was truly strict with others, even more so with himself.
He would never secretly make himself comfortable in a secluded place; he would only wallow in endless self-pity because of the mistakes he made.
Just like when he entered the Five Thunder Formation from childhood to adulthood, even though he didn't understand that the Five Thunder Formation had no intention of discipline or punishment, he would always punish himself.
He would never harbor any resentment towards General Kunyi. He respected the heavens above and his parents and elders below. He only ever hated himself for his poor cultivation and lack of talent, which prevented him from satisfying his mother.
Bitao walked to Mingguang's side, squatted down and put down the food box, and took out two knee pads from her bulging bosom.
He bent down and tried to pull Mingguang's knee down.
For the past three days, Bitao is certain that he hasn't gotten up for a single moment. If this continues, even if he were a cultivator, he would definitely end up crippled from kneeling.
Wei Danxin was originally in a state of delirium when the cold wind entered her body. Although she was fine for a short time, such a condition, day and night, would eventually break down even the strongest body.
He didn't even sense that someone had come from Gangfeng Cliff.
It wasn't until he was moved that he regained his scattered consciousness and could see the person in front of him clearly.
But the moment I saw it clearly, it felt as if the guillotine above my head had fallen heavily.
Wei Danxin instinctively tried to avoid Bitao, but he had been in one position for so long that his limbs were numb, so it looked like he only swayed slightly.
Then something as soft as clouds was placed under one knee.
Wei Danxin frowned slightly. He had been unable to feel his knees before, but now that something soft had been placed on them, the pain, as if wood was being embedded in his bones, spread from his knees again.
“No need…” His voice was extremely hoarse.
He hadn't spoken or eaten for three whole days, not even a sip of water. If he hadn't been a cultivator, he might have starved and died of thirst there.
When Bitao heard his voice, she felt a pain in her throat.
Mingguang's voice has always been pleasant to the ear, and his voice of judgment is even more solemn and clear. What exactly is he trying to do by making it like this?
Ignoring his objections, she forcibly placed pads under both of his knees.
She knew she couldn't persuade him to rest, so she had no choice but to leave it at that for the time being.
Unable to refuse, and lacking the strength to fight back, Wei Danxin simply closed her eyes again and knelt properly, thinking only of taking the things out after the woman left.
Knowing his stubbornness and conventional thinking, Bitao simply sat cross-legged opposite him and refused to leave.
Wei Danxin felt the gaze of the person opposite him, a gaze so intense it seemed to set his numb limbs, which had been chilled for three whole days, a spark.
The heat was so intense it burned his whole body, and he couldn't ignore it, so he had no choice but to open his eyes and look at her.
He urged her to leave quickly with a cold, icy gaze.
What is there to pity about someone as inhuman as him?
Bitao smiled brightly at him. She was already beautiful, and she was like a lamp that burned eternally in the dim cave.
Wei Danxin had never looked closely at his step-sister before.
Now, seeing her so clearly at such close range, it was as if someone who had been in the shadows for a long time was suddenly staring directly at the blazing sun, and he found it somewhat dazzling.
The stinging sensation made his eyes sting and caused him unbearable pain.
She was already... why was she still smiling at him?
“You don’t need to come here…” Wei Dan thought that she was probably afraid that she would die here and incur her father’s resentment.
His voice was very hoarse, "Go quickly, I have nothing to do with you no matter what."
He meant that even if he died here, his father wouldn't pursue the "fault" of a victim. In fact, his voice was cold and gloomy, sounding as if he was still trying to distance himself from the situation now that things had come to this.
He's a complete bastard.
After Wei Danxin finished speaking, his brows furrowed. He also felt that his words might have been ambiguous.
He simply didn't explain, didn't know how to explain, and was powerless to explain.
Wouldn't it be better if the two of them had no relationship? Does she really want to marry someone who violated her?
If it were someone else, they would definitely misunderstand.
Only those who have wronged you truly know how wronged you feel.
Moreover, Bitao knows Mingguang so well, how could she not see through the self-loathing and self-destruction in his words?
She didn't try to comfort him; comforting someone like him would be useless.
Bitao simply sat opposite him, smiling as she asked, "So you want to kneel here and die?"
"What will I do after you die... I've already lost my virginity, and maybe I'm already carrying your child."
“My mother raised me all by herself, but she was incredibly skilled, while I didn’t have that ability.”
"Senior brother... I can't raise the child by myself."
As Bitao spoke, she touched her lower abdomen.
Wei Danxin's eyes widened, and she subconsciously looked at Bitao's little belly.
His expression was indescribable. His handsome, cold face cracked inch by inch because of the possibility of "a child." In the blink of an eye, the ice sculpture and the resistance that kept people at a distance were shattered.
He looked as if he had been stabbed twice in the eye sockets, his pale gold eyes slowly becoming bloodshot.
A gentleman who adheres to traditional principles can be bound by not only justice but also responsibility.
Whether it was the woman he had violated, or the resulting consequence—the "baby."
These are all mountains weighing down on his back, mountains that can never be moved.
He looked at Bitao's expression again, and it was one of helplessness.
Bitao touched her slightly bulging belly, which contained two pig trotters, and said, "Maybe they're two little babies."
Wei Danxin visibly swayed, almost collapsing from her knees.
Bitao seized the opportunity and said, "Senior Brother, you haven't eaten for several days. The children can't be without their father. Why don't you eat something?"
Bitao opened the food box and took out the easy-to-digest congee and side dishes she had brought.
Wei Danxin was completely stunned. Bitao picked up the bowl, scooped up some porridge with a wooden spoon, and brought it to his lips.
His eyes were red as he looked at Bitao.
He pushed his Adam's apple dryly, and it took him a long time to open his mouth.
With a mouthful of coarse sand in his throat, as if he were about to vomit blood, he said, "I'm sorry..."
Bitao gently shook her head and then stuffed the rice porridge into his mouth.
Wei Danxin ate slowly.
It's like swallowing a bitter pill you've brewed yourself.
He was so shocked by what Bitao said that he was completely stunned.
He had forgotten that he had hands and could hold the rice porridge and eat it himself.
Instead, it knelt there obediently, waiting for Bitao to feed it, swallowing slowly, bite by bite.
The bloodshot color in his pale golden eyes gradually faded, as if he had helplessly accepted the fact.
It wasn't until Bitao had fed Wei Danxin the entire bowl of porridge that her stomach, which had long since lost all feeling, regained sensation.
Moreover, they belatedly began to "beat the drum to appeal for justice."
Her stomach was growling so loudly that Wei Danxin pursed her lips in embarrassment.
Bitao took a handkerchief and wiped the rice porridge residue from the corner of his mouth.
She said gently, "You haven't eaten for several days. You can't eat too much at once. I'll bring you something to stave off hunger later."
Wei Danxin subconsciously wanted to say no, but before she could speak, she couldn't help but look at Bitao's lower abdomen.
Bitao followed his gaze to her stomach.
He stuck out his finger and poked it.
After coaxing them to finish their meal, he changed his tune again, saying, "Of course... this is our first time, so we might not have a baby right away."
Bitao looked at Wei Danxin and said, "If you want a baby, we can come more often and go deeper. We'll have one eventually."
Wei Danxin had just accepted the possibility of having a baby when it was overturned in the blink of an eye, and her shock was evident on her face.
How could this be?
Moreover, when Bitao said "do it a few more times" and "push it deeper," it was like cold water being poured into boiling oil, instantly burning him to the bone, leaving him feeling utterly scorched.
His first instinct was to turn and run away. How could such lewd and obscene words exist in this world?
How could she say that so easily?!
But he only swayed slightly, remembering that he was reflecting on his mistakes, and ultimately did not get up from the ground. He kept his eyes tightly closed, his back as stiff as a pine or bamboo pole.
However, the blood-red color that spread from his ears to his limbs betrayed his anxious and helpless state of mind.
Seeing that his blood, which had been frozen by the cold and the strong wind, was beginning to flow again, and that his limbs would not become stiff and necrotic, Bitao was secretly relieved, her goal achieved.
You can't tease someone too much at once; know when to stop.
Bitao quickly and quietly said goodbye to Wei Danxin, arranged a time to meet again, and then left.
Wei Danxin finally breathed a sigh of relief after she left.
The moment he exhaled, he realized that the chilling sensation around him had vanished, his stomach was warm and full, his blood was flowing smoothly, and even his knees... no longer felt like they were being split open and having their bones gouged out. Instead, they felt a tingling, needle-like sensation as they gradually regained feeling.
Most importantly, the breath he was holding onto was a pent-up feeling of frustration.
Now, as he exhaled, he felt his internal organs were at peace, his sluggish and torn meridians were slowly repaired, and his mind was clear, no longer entangled by demonic obstacles.
Wei Danxin looked in the direction where the graceful figure disappeared, and after a while, she suddenly came back to her senses and turned her head.
He twisted his neck so hard it snapped.
What is he looking at?
Bitao came again on the second night.
A cultivator can eat three meals a day, but it's okay if they don't eat three meals.
She gave Wei Danxin enough time to process her emotions.
When she reappeared, he was no longer so flustered. He opened his eyes and saw that she was there again, and took a deep breath.
When he spoke again, his voice had recovered considerably, and he said righteously, "Don't come again. I am currently being punished and reflecting on my mistakes. It's not appropriate for you to keep coming like this."
“But you were punished because of me, so isn’t it normal for me to come see you?” Bitao sat down cross-legged in front of him and reached out to touch below his knees.
Sure enough, he had already removed the cushion.
That's really rigid; no wonder Zhu Ming always described him as a coffin board.
Bitao looked at him and said, "I already said that I was willing that night, but my mother and your father don't believe me, and you don't believe me either?"
Wei Danxin did not answer such questions. He had never experienced love between men and women, but had he never seen how others showed affection?
No one really wanted or wanted things to turn out the way they did that day.
She was now wearing a dress with a cross-collar that covered her throat, but it still couldn't completely conceal the dark circles under her eyes.
Those were his fingerprints, and also his irrefutable evidence of guilt.
Bitao was just saying it casually, and she deliberately didn't treat the marks on her body, just to solidify the intimate relationship between the two of them and make him unable to resist her closeness.
His complexion looked pretty good today, somewhat rosy, so it seemed he had been healing himself with his internal energy.
"Let's eat. Today's dish is flatbread," Bitao said. "I've rolled some vegetables and meat inside for you, and I've also added chili peppers."
"These are all your favorites, eat up."
Bitao brought the cake to Wei Danxin's lips.
He didn't speak, but looked at her and said, "How can one be considered to have repented if one doesn't experience hunger or suffering?"
"You can think about it after you finish eating," Bitao said, touching his lips with a piece of flatbread.
Mingguang really likes to eat this, but few people know his taste.
Back in the celestial realm, he always ate whatever the fairies brought him and never made any demands.
But Bitao knew that he liked spicy food.
Just like her.
Bitao even enjoys the spicy, burning sensation, like the feeling of her meridians and stomach being corroded when she devoured the Bright Light Immortal.
Mingguang wasn't that outrageous.
But whenever there's food with a slightly pungent taste, he'll eat a couple more bites.
Although it was only two bites, it wasn't hard to glean his preferences from them.
When her lips were touched, Wei Danxin had no choice but to open her mouth.
He didn't forget he had hands today, and quickly took the flatbread, kneeling there obediently eating it bite by bite.
It was exactly to his liking, perfectly seasoned and just the right amount of spiciness.
He couldn't help but steal glances at the person in front of him with his bright, golden eyes, and every time his gaze swept over her, he would meet her smiling eyes.
It was as if those heinous things had never happened between the two of them.
The two of them have never grown apart; they have always been so familiar and intimate...like best friends.
But how is that possible?
In Wei Danxin's memory, the two of them, even if they weren't antagonistic, were at least mutually disgusted and distant.
He didn't finish it all; he put it down after eating only half.
The flatbread wasn't big; based on Bitao's understanding of Mingguang, this flatbread would only fill him up to about five-tenths full.
Seeing that he put it down, she thought he was deliberately torturing himself again, and frowned slightly, about to say something.
But when he leaned over to place the dough, he swayed slightly. Although he quickly regained his balance, his breathing became rapid for a few breaths.
Something's not right.
Bitao reached out and grabbed his wrist; it was burning hot.
Wei Danxin was caught and instinctively tried to break free.
Bitao suddenly knelt up and pulled him towards her.
As expected, Wei Danxin lost her balance and fell straight into Bitao.
His waist strength is definitely not so great that he can't even withstand this little bit of pulling.
The moment he fell, Bitao caught a faint whiff of blood on him.
She suddenly remembered that Wei Danxin had been tortured by Wei Xiao in order to appease Le Junya.
She had seen him before, and he was still hopping around like a little rabbit. She never expected him to be so badly injured.
Wei Xiao is really going to fight, isn't he just putting on a show?
Just as Bitao was about to wrap her arms around his shoulders, he pushed her away.
He couldn't accept the position of embracing her; the moment his skin touched her, a strange tingling sensation followed.
Wei Danxin frowned at this: "What are you doing?"
"You can leave now," Wei Danxin said. "You don't need to come back tomorrow either."
Bitao ignored him and simply squatted down to look him in the eye.
She didn't mention his injuries, knowing he was stubborn to the core and wouldn't accept her kindness no matter what she wanted.
She just looked at him and said, "Can't I even have a hug, Senior Brother?"
"Wh...what?"
Bitao leaned closer to him and said seductively, "I miss you. Can't I hug you? You held me so tightly that night. I want you to hug me again."
Wei Danxin was completely dumbfounded.
Redwood Chicken.
Bitao pulled his wrist and placed it on her shoulder, looking aggrieved: "I'll be your wife soon. That night, I agreed to everything you asked for, and you even tied me up. Why won't you hug me now?"
"I...Junior Sister! Please don't..."
Wei Danxin dodged backward, her arms, which were resting on Bitao's shoulders, stiff and straight as if they were not human arms, but two pieces of wood.
But he was kneeling there stubbornly "reflecting on his mistakes," so where could he possibly hide?
Bitao snuggled into his arms, but felt that his whole body was burning hot.
He had a high fever.
"Senior brother... hug me, kiss me, why are you standing there like a block of wood!"
Wei Danxin stared in disbelief, her body stiffening, completely becoming a wooden figure.
Bitao nuzzled his head, her hair brushing against his neck, and suddenly he broke out in a dense rash of tiny goosebumps, feeling as if ants were crawling and biting all over his body.
Bitao grabbed his collar with her hands and pulled it to both sides, quickly burying her head inside his collar.
He was terrified and tried to push it away, but because of the torture and external injuries that had caused a high fever, he was already dizzy and had no strength left.
He gritted his teeth and tried to push, but ended up falling to the ground.
Bitao fell right onto his chest, her burning lips pressing against his heart.
He leaned back slightly, managing to support himself with his elbows, but the clothes around his chest seemed to melt away under the breath of the person on top of him.
For a moment, he even hallucinated that a long sword had pierced his chest.
The fear, accompanied by an inescapable feeling of exhaustion and impending death, made his whole body tremble violently.
He was shaking so badly that he looked like he was about to collapse.
His legs kicked weakly at the ground twice, but he couldn't move an inch.
That's the right reaction.
What does it mean to be drunk and unaware of anything?
Bitao's hands passed through his waist, her head buried in his heart, feeling his trembling, gently arching her back, her hands actually hovering behind him, protecting him from actually falling and pressing on his wounds.
His injuries were all on his back, and Bitao smelled them.
He wouldn't get up from kneeling unless we did it this way.
"Senior brother...don't you like me?"
Bitao's voice muffled against Wei Danxin's chest, her breath pressed against his bulging pectoral muscles, "You clearly like..."
It looks so plump, I really want to eat it.
Unfortunately, it's not working yet.
Bitao steeled herself and pressed all her weight onto it.
As expected, Wei Danxin couldn't hold on any longer and fell straight backward to the ground.
He was already dizzy from the high fever, and the fact that he could barely kneel upright was entirely due to his superhuman willpower.
Now, "overwhelmed" and lying on the ground, the wound on his back was being squeezed, and he finally couldn't hold back and cried out in pain with a "uh..."
Bitao climbed up his limp, curled-up body, whispering, "Senior brother, kiss me..."
Then, after giving him enough time to react, she lowered her head and pressed her rosy, peach-petal-like lips to his.
Upon seeing this, Wei Danxin was utterly terrified. In the nick of time, instead of continuing to push away the person who wouldn't let go of him, he inexplicably tilted his head upwards to avoid them.
Bitao's lips landed on the small hill of veins protruding from his throat, even she was shocked.
How could you possibly avoid a kiss while in this position?
This is clearly a crane offering its neck for slaughter.
It was the golden crow that walked right into the trap.
If she were truly a lustful fiend, devouring him would be effortless for her!
Bitao chuckled softly. It would be a shame not to turn down this "little mountain" that had been delivered to her door.
Bitao's lips followed the curve of his trembling, swallowing saliva, chasing upwards, her fine, soft lips slightly parted, covering his trembling Adam's apple.
Wei Danxin had never experienced such stimulation before. She shuddered violently and let out a faint cry like a dying crane.
On the Milky Way above, the immortals who witnessed this scene went mad.
"Aaaaaah... That pervert finally made his move! Someone save our Mingguang Xuanxian! Aaaaaahhhhhh—"
"Aaaaaah, no! No! You bastard! You liar! Let him go—"
"Slurp..."
"So that's what they were waiting for. Now, Mingguang Xuanxian really can't even refuse them..."
"The Fairy of the Peach Blossom has amazing skills..."
"Hmph, despicable and shameless scoundrel! Once Mingguang Xuanxian remembers everything, he will definitely kill her! He will kill them all!"
"Ah! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! How could you lie to people like this..."
...
Bitao was unaware of the commotion and breakdown on the Silver River Net, but when she heard Mingguang's voice, she couldn't hold back any longer and bit his throat.
Like a ferocious beast that has seized its prey by the throat, the next step is to tear open the throat and break the neck to drink the blood.
Wei Danxin trembled like a leaf, but soon, both of them froze.
Bitao slowly loosened her grip, and with lightning speed, she grabbed Wei Danxin's hand, which was swinging towards her forehead and spiritual altar.
He lay there, utterly terrified, his expression one of utter despair.
He really is a complete beast.
After drinking the Heavenly Fine Wine, he went mad and lost his mind, but he could still blame it on the effects of the alcohol.
But now... he didn't drink alcohol, and he was even seriously injured and in pain, with a high fever and delirium.
But he still couldn't control his wicked desires.
He's utterly unworthy of being human! Bitao never expected that even with such a high fever, he would still be so sensitive.
Her intention was to disrupt his thinking, make him unable to bear being close to her, and force him to accept treatment as a second choice.
Did they overdo it again?
Just take one bite.
Great!
Bitao narrowed her eyes and simply sat firmly on his waist.
Wei Danxin, like a shrimp, suddenly bent over and sat up, her pair of bright gold eyes filled with a deep, anxious helplessness.
She took Wei Danxin's hand, placed his palm on her face, and rubbed it against her cheek.
Feeling his slight tremor, she said, "I like you, senior brother, can't you feel it?"
"We like each other, which is perfectly normal."
Bitao leaned forward, using the tip of her nose to touch his high, straight nose, which was covered in beads of sweat, and said, "Senior brother, you're so hot. Is it because you're injured and have a high fever, or is it because you like me? Do you want me?"
"I...I, I'm injured, injured..."
Wei Danxin stammered, "I need treatment, my injuries are too severe, no, no... no, I need treatment!"
Bitao laughed and said, "Alright then, I'll go inform Sect Leader Wei Xiao that there's no way to treat him here, so let's go down the mountain."
"We... um."
Wei Danxin and Bitao faced each other, their breaths almost touching.
But his head was twisted so hard it almost fell off his shoulder.
"Let's go down the mountain..." He had no idea what he was saying.
Bitao successfully tricked Wei Danxin into leaving the mountain, and the matter of reflecting on his mistakes at Gangfeng Cliff was thus left unresolved.
Wei Xiao was initially worried that Bu Er Dao Ren would continue to cause trouble, but seeing that his son had returned to Yanlan Courtyard and that there was no movement from Bu Er Dao Ren's Tianshui Courtyard, he almost wanted to burn incense and pray to Buddha.
There were no physicians in the mountains of the Supreme Sword Sect. Wei Xiao had actually given his son a lot of pills, but Wei Danxin refused to take them because he was suffering from the pain.
Now, exhausted and further provoked by Bitao, he finally managed to faint.
Bitao took care of him, then handed him the medicine and assured Wei Xiao, "I'll feed Senior Brother the medicine, Master, don't worry."
"Good boy...good boy..."
"I'm so sorry to have put you through this."
Wei Xiao smiled so much that the wrinkles around his eyes gathered together, but his gentle and refined demeanor remained undiminished.
He seemed to be born without any temper; when he apologized to Bitao, he showed no trace of the deference or perfunctory manner expected of an elder.
A pair of eyes somewhat similar to Mingguang's, except that the outer rim of the pupil had a touch of gold.
That little bit of gold was full of apology; it was genuine heartache for her suffering because of what her son had done.
Looking into those eyes, Bitao felt a misplaced tenderness, like looking into an aging ray of light.
"These are all for you, keep them for yourself." Wei Xiao took out another storage bag, which contained a large number of magical artifacts and spirit stones.
He's truly broke this time; all his savings from years of retirement are gone.
But he still felt that he couldn't make amends to the child in front of him even if it were a minor incident. If the child were the Daoist of No Two, he probably wouldn't be able to vent his anger without killing him.
But he was, after all, Wei Danxin's father, and couldn't help but speak up for his child: "Don't worry, I watched Danxin grow up. Although he went astray for a time... he's not a bad person at heart."
"I guess it's because he really likes you... and he's been suppressing it too much, that's why..."
"It was my mistake, it was my failure to discipline them properly."
"Qingyao, don't worry. If Danxin ever bullies you again, I will personally beat him to death."
Bitao accepted Wei Xiao's kindness without reservation, thinking to herself that the Heavenly Dao was mighty, and that Wei Xiao was probably the kind of father Mingguang truly desired.
Mingguang was a highly respected and followed figure among the Nine Heavens Immortals, but the more he dared not make even the slightest mistake, the more fearful he became.
What if he fails to do everything well, what if he cannot maintain an excellent image, what if one day he is disqualified from his celestial position?
He would surely long for an elder who, even if he committed heinous acts, would still speak up for him and stand by his side despite the blame.
Choose him firmly and make everything right for him.
The Celestial Emperor Qingming had merged with the celestial bodies and the yin-yang sundial, becoming one with all realms and all knowledge, vast and boundless. Yet, he had never spoken a word to Mingguang.
This Wei Xiao must be a "love separated from loved ones, desire unfulfilled" situation set up by Heaven for Mingguang.
After Wei Xiao left, Bi Tao, with the help of wood spirit, gave Wei Danxin a healing pill.
After he regained consciousness, I fed him a cup of tea before offering to treat his injuries.
“I can do it myself,” Wei Danxin said stubbornly, lying on the bamboo bed. “Just put the ointment on the table for me.”
"Are you trying to get rid of me again?" Bitao stared at the back of his head. "How are you going to treat the injury on your back?"
"I can call you junior brother..."
"What are you hiding from?" Bitao sat on the edge of the bamboo bed and reached out to pull his face back from where it was turned to the side.
Sure enough, his face was flushed, his eyes were tightly closed, but his eyelashes were trembling violently.
Bitao reached out and brushed his eyelashes aside: "You're not afraid I'll look at you, are you?"
Having her thoughts exposed, Wei Danxin's face and the corners of her eyes turned bright red with shame, and the fine veins on her forehead throbbed.
He is by no means a weak or cowardly person.
The immortals above the nine heavens all described him as having a deep pool and a towering peak, with a lofty and austere character.
He just... just didn't know how to deal with his own desires.
"Senior brother... In this world, besides me, is there anyone else who can rightfully look at you?"
Without saying a word, Bitao reached her hand through his waist where he was lying down, found the belt buckle, and with a few quick flicks of her finger, untied the belt.
He pulled out his belt and began to remove his outer garment from his shoulders.
Wei Danxin did not stop her, but simply turned her head, lay down on the bamboo bed, and tried her best to suppress the trembling in her body.
Bitao moved nimbly, without any deliberate lingering or ambiguous contact.
Only after completely removing Wei Danxin's outer clothing did they discover that the injury on his back was indeed very serious; the skin and flesh appeared intact, but the subcutaneous tissue was ripped apart.
"Hiss..." She pursed her lips, feeling a pang of heartache.
I had no idea he was so badly injured; I didn't rub him on purpose.
"Are you trying to die by stubbornly resisting like this?"
Wei Dan remained silent, burying her face in her arms.
However, the exposed scars on his back arched, forming a smooth curve like that of a cheetah.
"What kind of injury is this?" Bitao looked at Wei Danxin's back, which looked like a whip wound, but also like a blunt instrument injury.
She first wrung out a clean towel and then gently wiped away the dirt from his skin.
She did it very meticulously, and Wei Danxin remained tense the whole time. Her body was tense for too long, and she couldn't help but tremble.
The cool bamboo mat beneath him was warmed by his body heat.
The heat wasn't from a high fever or pain, but from an indescribable itch and shame.
After cleaning the edges of the wound, Bitao opened the box of ointment for treating external injuries that Wei Xiao had given her.
Wash your hands thoroughly, then use your softest fingertips to apply the paste, starting from Wei Danxin's shoulder, little by little, inch by inch, line by line, over the wounds.
She truly had no evil intentions when she did these things.
She loves Mingguang so much, and he's injured like this. If she were to deliberately torment him, wouldn't she be a devil?
As she treated his injuries, she felt that these wounds on his body... these four-sided marks that looked like whips but weren't whips, looked somewhat familiar.
Finally, she applied the cream to her lower back. Her fingers were covered in cream, and she scooped out the last large piece to fill in any remaining areas.
As her fingers, coated with cool ointment, slowly glided over a dull, bluish-purple wound on Wei Danxin's waist, a sudden inspiration flashed in Bitao's mind.
She remembered where she had seen it before!
But because of this sudden inspiration, her fingers slipped on Wei Danxin's side.
Wei Danxin suddenly turned around and grabbed Bitao's wrist.
He used a lot of strength, and Bitao looked at him in confusion.
The person lying on their side had a pair of eyes filled with tears amidst their disheveled hair.
The look in his eyes seemed to be hatred, resentment, and disgust, but it was all directed at himself.
The golden light was shattered, turning into a mass of blood-red fragments of gold, utterly devastated and helpless.
Bitao thought he was in a lot of pain, so she quickly got up and went over to ask him, "What's wrong? Is this ointment very painful?"
"My darling, say something, what's wrong?"
Bitao squatted down beside the bed, because he was extremely anxious.
When she asked, Wei Danxin seemed to finally be unable to hold back and let out a sound like a sob.
He slammed his fist hard against the bamboo bed, causing it to emit a mournful groan just like his own.
He broke down, gritting his teeth, his voice hoarse: "Why did this happen to me!"
Why……
He never knew the seven emotions and six desires in his life, and he considered himself to be upright and self-disciplined. Why did he suddenly become such a greedy and lewd person?
"What? Why..."
Bitao was anxious to find out the reason, but found that tears were welling up in the corners of his red eyes.
He actually cried.
Does it hurt?
Bitao was somewhat bewildered.
But soon, based on his trembling back and the slightly hunched posture of his prone body, Bitao understood the reason why he had broken down and burst into tears.
Heaven bears witness, she was really just applying medicine and didn't deliberately provoke anyone.
Her little Mingguang is really capable.
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