Chapter 71 No... Junior Sister, you're amazing!
Bitao was pleasantly surprised and quickly placed her hand on the vow stone as well, their fingers touching through the stone.
Wei Danxin then continued, "The peach tree is young and tender, a suitable place for a home and family; the red thread is tied early, a testament to a lifelong union..."
Bitao smiled and continued, "My vow to you is as firm as gold and stone, our blood is connected, and I promise to share both joy and sorrow..."
As the vow was fulfilled, a thin, trickling bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and struck the vow stone that the two were holding.
As the lightning struck the Oath Stone, a wisp of spiritual energy flew out from the brows of both individuals, intertwined, and disappeared into the Oath Stone.
From this day forward, the noble and the lowly are united as one, and their good fortune is forever bound—as Heaven bears witness!
The process of making the vows was not grand, but for the two of them, it was the most important and unparalleled event of their lives.
The two held the oath stone and gazed at each other for a long time. Their golden eyes met the peach blossom eyes, and in their intertwined gazes, they exchanged a resolute vow that would never waver, even as the years passed.
Bitao spoke first, uttering two words that resonated deeply with Wei Danxin, filling him with awe and excitement: "Husband?"
After Bitao finished speaking, a hint of mockery appeared in her eyes as she waited for Wei Danxin to call her.
Under the moonlight, Wei Danxin's ears quietly turned red.
His large hand, through the stone, unconsciously scratched Bitao's tiger's mouth, his eyelashes fluttering, as if he couldn't accept such an intimate address for a moment.
Bitao had no intention of forcing him. After all, someone like Mingguang, who could frequently disregard etiquette and rules, was now making a vow of lifelong commitment to her behind her father's back, which was already crossing a dangerous line. Bitao had plenty of patience to wait for him...
"lady."
Bitao's expression suddenly froze.
This is the star realm where the competition takes place. Although the Heavenly Dao is also governed by the Heavenly Realm, these people do not belong to "this realm".
Those who are not from this world are not bound by its rules.
Therefore, in Bitao's view, this vow stone was just a formality.
But Wei Danxin spoke up and called her "Madam".
Once those words were spoken, there was truly no going back.
The light of the heavens emanates the sound of judgment; as the sound fades, the fate of heaven and earth is sealed.
For over a hundred years, Bitao looked up at the golden crow standing on the highest point in the sky, tossing and turning, longing for it day and night.
Now, the golden crow spreads its wings and flies down from the high platform. Bitao has been waiting with open arms for a long time, and finally the golden crow has entered her embrace.
What others considered a foolish obsession for years has finally come true tonight.
For a moment, Bitao was at a loss for how to react.
Her mind was filled with only one word that made her ears ring and her bones feel numb: "Madam".
When Wei Danxin saw Bitao, he was so flustered by her calling him "Madam" that he was completely out of his mind. His originally extremely shy and uneasy mood actually calmed down.
He put away the vow stone, tucked it into his heart, and then took Bitao's arm, gently pulling her into his embrace.
He rested his head on top of hers, looked up at the starry sky, and then slowly tightened his arms around her.
At this moment, he was even more dazed than the bewildered person in his arms. He was actually unsteady on his feet, so he pulled on Bitao to support his body.
He felt that he had not married a woman, but rather that with a few light-hearted vows, he had taken the entire galaxy, the heavens and the earth, into his embrace.
His peach, one person can be worth everything in the world.
The two of them stood outside embracing each other for a long time, their silently surging emotions finally calming down.
Hand in hand, they returned to the house. Wei Danxin took out a small pot of medicinal wine, which was originally used for healing, from his inner room.
After warming it with spiritual energy, the two used this medicinal wine as their nuptial wine, drinking it together as a way to complete the step of reciting their wedding vows earlier.
Meanwhile, Wei Zhen Danxin took out a small knife, cut off a lock of hair from each of them, tied them together with a rope, and sat down at the table with his head down, slowly weaving them into a bundle.
The ever-burning lamp in the room did not flicker, but as Bitao sat at the table and watched Mingguang tie their hair together, she felt dizzy and saw thousands of fireworks, accompanied by rolling thunder and lightning, soaring into the sky.
What made Bitao's heart flutter was never just his unparalleled beauty.
Rather, just like now, Bitao could always foresee that if he were truly moved and accepted, he would take their feelings and everything so seriously.
She watched her little Mingguang quietly as his long, jade-like fingers clumsily but earnestly entwined their hair, afraid of not tying it tight enough, tying it up after each small section.
He would occasionally nudge her lightly with his leg under the table.
Every time he turned his head to meet her gaze, his feelings became undisguised, so intense that Bitao felt suffocated just from her gaze.
"Tao Tao, what do you think?" Wei Danxin finally finished braiding the two of their hair and held it up in front of Bi Tao to show her.
What else could Bitao say? She smiled and nodded, her elbows resting on the table, her forehead pressed against her skin; she was truly drunk at that moment.
I was completely captivated.
It feels like your prey, which you've been chasing for a long time, suddenly stops. Not only is it not afraid of you or fierce towards you, it even willingly walks into the trap you set, blinking its eyes and waiting for you to reel it in.
Bitao chuckled, realizing that she was now completely at a loss for words, having suddenly found herself surrounded by a large group of golden crows...
"So, will you take it or should I?"
"Hmm?" Bitao was a little lost in thought and didn't understand.
Wei Danxin's bright golden eyes revealed a hint of reproach. She coiled her braided hair into a bun, got up, took a brand-new purse, carefully put it inside, and then tied it around her waist.
Wei Danxin's fingers kept stroking the purse on her waist, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but curve upwards. She glanced at Bitao, clearly wanting it, but still made an excuse, saying, "You're too careless, I'll carry it."
Bitao raised an eyebrow. Was she careless?
Okay, she's careless.
Once Mingguang regains his memory, Bitao plans to get it back before he throws it away or destroys it.
It's a bit difficult to carry a pig's trotter into the sky, but carrying a strand of hair shouldn't be too hard.
Wei Danxin returned to the table, thought for a moment, and since he didn't have any red candles, he lit another ever-burning lamp in the room, making a pair.
Bitao couldn't help but chuckle as she watched his tall figure swaying back and forth, seemingly busy with something both inside and outside the house.
Unfortunately, since his clothes and belongings were all light-colored, he couldn't find any brightly colored fabric to replace the "red silk," so he had to give up.
Finally, Wei Danxin circled back to Bitao's side, looking down at her with a face that was inexplicably flushed red.
He even closed his eyes, mustered all the courage he had in his life, and took Bitao's hand.
With Bitao looking puzzled, he led her to his washroom.
Wei Danxin was, after all, the biological son of the leader of the Supreme Sword Sect. In the Supreme Sword Sect, the courtyard where Wei Danxin lived might look the simplest, but it was by no means simple.
Bitao knew that this place was uniquely blessed, gathering the energy of the five elements, from the fact that Wei Danxin had broken the restriction set up by Wei Danxin using the power of the five elements. Mingguang's father in this life, Wei Xiao, truly loved his son.
Now, I see that his washroom is not like the bathtubs in the disciples' washrooms, but a natural stone pit has been dug out. Even the water is a warm spring drawn down from the mountain. Holes have been dug at the bottom of the stone pit, and as long as you open two sieves, there will be running water.
Looking at the pool of steaming hot bathwater, Bitao felt that her mind might not be working properly tonight.
Bitao's brow twitched twice, fearing she might have misunderstood and frightened Wei Danxin again.
She turned her head, looking at Wei Danxin inch by inch, trying to confirm his meaning through his eyes.
Wei Danxin met her gaze, but seemed to be unable to bear Bitao's stare. She turned her eyes away as if burned, pushed her back with her large hand, and shoved her into the washroom.
With a "bang," the stone door to the washroom slammed shut.
Bitao stood there for a moment, then scratched her nose, her face filled with disbelief.
But this didn't stop her from throwing off her clothes and plunging into the warm spring, swimming happily like a fish entering the water, despite her many questions.
Bitao grew increasingly anxious as she "swam," her eyes widening almost as much as Zhan Kui's as she thought about the meaning behind Wei Danxin's actions.
Is this what they mean by "searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly"?
This is the meaning of "the flowers you plant with care may not bloom, while the willows you plant without intention may thrive".
Is this what they mean by "after the clouds disperse, the moon shines bright"?
Bitao quickly washed herself clean. Because of the hot water and her growing excitement, when she came out of the washroom, her hair was flushed and her complexion was as beautiful as a spring peach.
Biantao rushed out of the washroom in a disheveled state, intending to use this appearance to finally confirm Wei Danxin's meaning.
As a result, she was so excited that she didn't notice anyone at the door and rushed out, only to bump into a "wall".
Bitao's cheek collided with Wei Danxin's chest, causing a sharp pain. He stood at the doorway like a guard on high alert, his body tense and his face stern.
Bitao rubbed her face and stood up straight. Looking at his expression, the hot blood in her veins rushed to her head, almost making her feel cold.
Isn't that what you meant?
Wasn't it because we were going to consummate our marriage that I prepared her bathwater?
Bitao felt as if her heart had been first thrown into boiling oil, then sunk into an icy pool. This was no joke! All that joy for nothing!
Just as she was caught in a fierce internal struggle between ice and fire, she noticed that although Wei Danxin was very serious and stiff, even ice-cold all over, his long hair was disheveled and covered in damp moisture.
They had obviously just taken a shower!
Moreover, Bitao never bothered to untie the area around her throat; her collar, which was always perfectly neat, was simply tied loosely.
His outer robe was even more hastily draped than Bitao's.
"Where...did you take a bath?"
Wei Danxin didn't answer. He cupped Bitao's cheeks with his cold hands, his face, which looked as serious as if he were about to arrest a criminal immortal, lowered his head and placed a kiss on Bitao's lips.
Then his golden eyes looked closely at Bitao, as if to confirm her wishes.
Bitao tiptoed and followed his retreating lips, giving them a soft kiss.
Wei Danxin gasped, released Bitao's cheeks, put one arm around her shoulder and back, hooked the other around her knees, and picked Bitao up horizontally, heading towards the inner room.
Their body temperatures touched through the thin fabric of their clothes. Bitao, covered in sweat, shivered from Wei Danxin's damp, cold breath.
She wrapped her arms around Wei Danxin's neck, a surge of indescribable emotion coursing through her body.
Is it true? Is it true? Is it true? Mingguang just agreed like that?
Bitao's mind was a complete mess. She moved her lips, but only managed to utter a meaningless question: "Where did you take a bath..."
Wei Danxin bathed in the cold pool behind his courtyard where he practiced martial arts.
He didn't intend to wash there, but the thought of... the thought of what he was going to do tonight made his blood turn into magma, threatening to burn him to ashes.
All the etiquette, rules, ethics, self-discipline, and restraint he had upheld since childhood were no match for his peach's "desire."
She came to him full of anticipation, carrying such a large jar of ointment, a vow stone, and having even drunk wine.
How could Wei Danxin bear to let her leave disappointed?
But he... he was afraid.
Although he had awakened to the true nature of love, he still harbored deep resentment towards that previous incident, always feeling that he was inherently despicable and that doing that thing... was no different from being a beast.
He was afraid of hurting Tao Tao, so he went to the cold pool to calm himself down, maintain his rationality, and remind himself to restrain himself.
So now all he can think about is "restraint, restraint, restraint".
He still did not answer Bitao. He soaked in the cold pool for a while, and although his whole body was numb from being soaked in the water, he felt as if an inextinguishable fire was burning in his chest.
He is now also a being of both ice and fire. The fire has made his mind chaotic. He knows that Tao Tao is talking to him, but he can't figure out what Tao Tao is saying at all.
It was only a few steps from the washroom to the inner room. The ever-burning light in the room had long been turned off, and the curtains were drawn, blocking out the starlight and moonlight outside. The inner room was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
But since both of them were cultivators, this approach was tantamount to burying one's head in the sand.
When Bitao was carefully placed on the bed like a fragile bird egg, I inexplicably felt like laughing.
In her imagination, shouldn't the moment of uncontrollable passion be a "thud" as she falls onto the bed?
Don't pity her, she's not some delicate flower.
Moreover, at this moment, she could see Wei Danxin's expression clearly. He was obviously out of his mind, and hidden beneath his solemn expression was a blank and ignorant look.
In the pitch-black room, Wei Danxin stood by the bed for a long time, seemingly unsure of what to do next.
Just as Bitao was about to get up and say something, Wei Danxin, who had been stunned for a long time, finally moved and pressed Bitao down onto the bed.
Then, with a long stride, he climbed up and pulled the blanket over both of their heads.
Bitao: "..." She was completely enveloped by Wei Danxin, her head and face buried in his wet, long hair.
Okay, this time she really can't see anything.
But she really couldn't help but laugh.
The word "stupid" is an exaggeration when describing Wei Danxin.
He had no idea what to do, so he just covered the peach without pressing it down properly, as if he were incubating an egg.
After a long while, Bitao felt Wei Danxin's arm, which was supporting her cheek, trembling uncontrollably.
Before Wei Danxin could speak, her voice was low, hoarse, and shy. She then buried her face in Bitao's neck in despair: "...I can't!"
Wei Danxin knew that the clothes would have to be removed next, but what would happen after that?
If it were Mingguang, even if he hadn't eaten pork, he'd at least seen pigs run. Handling official documents across the myriad realms, he'd inevitably witnessed matters of love and union between men and women. Moreover, the ancient immortal clans even had traditions about this.
However, Wei Danxin was a simple-minded person who grew up in the mountains. He inherited Mingguang's strict self-restraint and pride. Before meeting Bitao, he was only interested in cultivation and making his family's sect great.
He went out to gain experience, killing only evil spirits and demons. He was also favored by his father, so he didn't have to face things he didn't want to face. He was truly clueless about love and romance.
It would be normal for him and Bitao to be close, but to this extent... what should he do?
Bitao lay in the pitch black, struggling to hold back her laughter, but finally couldn't help but burst out: "Pfft... Hahahahahaha..."
Finally, a lewd and impolite laugh erupted from him.
Her laughter was so outrageous that Wei Danxin couldn't bear it any longer and covered her mouth, glaring at her and saying, "Stop laughing!"
"I just don't remember."
He had no recollection of what he did after drinking the Heavenly Grade Flowing Elixir.
Bitao: "Mmm...mmm..." Her mouth was covered so she couldn't make a sound, but the quilt rustled as she was shaken.
Wei Danxin: "What exactly are you..."
Wei Danxin sat up, roughly smoothed his disheveled long hair, threw off the covers, his handsome face crumbling as he glared at Bitao: "It was what you wanted, you... I..."
"never mind."
He got up to run, but Bitao grabbed his arm.
Bitao managed to suppress her laughter, but she couldn't let the duck she was about to eat fly away with her laughter.
She said, "The Heavenly Rank Flowing Elixir can make one lose their senses. It's normal that you don't remember, my husband. Come here, I'll teach you."
Wei Danxin was genuinely embarrassed and annoyed; no man could bear being laughed at like that at such a crucial moment.
But Bitao's words, "husband," made him feel hot all over, as if he had a high fever that was hard to break.
He rolled the blanket back up and wrapped it around the two of them again.
He propped himself up on his arms and looked earnestly at Bitao, saying, "Don't be afraid, I won't treat you like I did that time."
Bitao's face and neck turned bright red from holding it in.
With a slightly distorted voice, he nodded and said, "Hmm~ I'm not afraid."
Mingguang is so much fun!
With their clothes finally removed, they faced no further obstacles. Wei Danxin, her head pressed against Bitao's cheek, trembled violently, having never experienced such a shock before.
Who is really afraid of whom?
Hahahahahahahaha!
He lost all feeling. He was already exceptionally sensitive and resistant to skin-to-skin contact, but now it wasn't resistance, but rather a feeling of being lost and unable to control himself.
"I'm sorry, I don't drink..."
Wei Danxin said in a low voice, somewhat desperately, "It might not work."
Bitao: "Hahahaha... Sorry... Let me laugh for a bit first... Hahaha..."
Wei Danxin was so embarrassed and indignant by the laughter that she punched the bed several times.
The scene was somewhat comical for a moment.
The bamboo bed, seemingly curious, joined in the fun, emitting a long, strange "creak, creak—" laugh, as if echoing its owner's inner collapse and helplessness.
Bitao knew she shouldn't laugh, but it was just too funny.
Between heaven and earth, probably no man other than Mingguang would so readily admit that he is incapable.
But he's not incapable, Bitao knows; he just needs some time to accept it.
Bitao hugged Wei Danxin, who was about to run away again, and used her hand to activate the wood spirit to gently and tenderly stroke his back.
Bitao knew him too well. From birth, he was different from other ancient immortals. He longed for family, for touch and embrace, for praise and companionship.
He was like a seedling that was different from others, needing a great deal of love to grow strong.
However, while Kunyi of the Myriad Realms Heavenly Dao loves him, she is not like other fairy maidens who would hold their children in their arms and protect them under their wings as a loving mother.
The Azure Emperor's consciousness is intertwined with the yin-yang sundial of the Milky Way, and he has probably long since transcended the six desires. Whether he even remembers that he has a son is a question.
Mingguang's desires and urgency could not be satisfied, so he could only suppress himself. That's why he regarded a wild fairy spirit that could not condense its spirit as a "close friend" and placed it in a very important place in his heart, a place that no one else could replace.
During the years when he needed and craved emotional reciprocation the most, Bitao was the only person who stayed by his side.
But a tiny peach branch figure, which can be tucked into one's bosom or hidden in one's sleeve, cannot give him a genuine, normal hug.
Now that Bitao is finally available, he is willing to accept it. However, this intimate relationship, which is hundreds of years overdue, has suddenly arrived and is even several times more intimate than those he has silently longed for. Naturally, he feels as if he is in a sea of fire, and resistance is definitely his first feeling.
Bitao gently soothed him, and the wood spirit gently fed his restless metal spirit. After feeding the metal spirit, the growth and tranquility of the wood spirit took over his entire consciousness, and Wei Danxin's overreaction finally subsided little by little.
In fact, those ancient immortal clans all made a mistake. Even if they recommended a perfect ancient immortal bloodline female immortal to marry Mingguang, Mingguang would not be able to have a child with great talent with her.
He simply cannot accept anyone other than Bitao.
Whether you have memories or not, it's the same.
Wei Danxin finally felt better. He stared at Bitao, immersed in the feeling of being so close and intimate. The addiction was instantaneous. He held Bitao tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
Bitao liked him so much that she stroked his broad back, closed her eyes, and felt her head spinning as his body temperature, which had returned from icy to fiery, warmed her as if she were swimming in a warm spring.
But after a while, a new "problem" arose.
Wei Danxin desperately wanted to strangle Bitao, but she couldn't.
Bitao forced a sliver of reason out of her reverie and taught him.
Soon, most of the ointment placed next to the two people's pillows was scooped out.
Wei Danxin emerged from under the covers with a solemn expression, looked at Bitao with a complicated expression, and said, "No..."
"Why not again?" Bitao wanted to laugh again.
"Isn't there anywhere else? There's no way it could fit."
Bitao: "Hahahahahaha—"
Bitao wanted to tease her, saying, "You haven't even figured out where you are, and you're already thinking about other places."
But it's just so funny.
"Sure." Bitao was already sweating, mainly from holding back her laughter.
She preached, but deliberately didn't teach properly, letting him figure it out on his own.
She wasn't a "good teacher"; she just wanted to see her "disciple" go astray.
This memory is so precious that there will never be another moment like it in the millions of years to come.
Bitao lied to him, "It worked last time, why won't it work this time?"
Moreover, he's not incapable, he's incredibly capable; even Bitao is a little afraid that she might not be up to par.
He just didn't dare.
Wei Danxin tried for a few more moments, then sat up wrapped in the blanket, shook her head, her face flushed red, and looked apologetically at Bitao, saying, "It really won't work. It's too narrow."
"Hahahaha..." Mingguang was quite good at praising himself in different ways.
Bitao turned her head to the side, buried her head in the soft pillow and laughed wildly. Strands of hair and vines were wrapped around her wet neck, making her look like a peach blossom in full bloom.
Wei Danxin's temples bulged with veins. Looking at Bitao like this, she felt both ashamed and annoyed, and her nose stung with tears.
How could this happen!
Seeing that he was almost crying, Bitao finally stopped laughing, pulled him down to lie down, and turned the blanket around to switch places with him.
It was past midnight.
As the water clock ticked in the outer chamber, the water droplets fell with a "plop" into the bucket, merging into the water's surface and creating only silent, delicate ripples.
Wei Danxin gripped the bamboo pillar tightly, her beautiful, captivating golden eyes fixed on the peach tree above, her astonishment evident in her expression.
He tilted his long neck back, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly like a landslide, his lips opening and closing, his breath catching in his throat, like a dying fish about to dehydrate.
It took him a while to finally manage to squeeze out, "Junior sister, you're amazing!"
Fine veins bulged on her forehead, and Bitao, who was enduring the pain by forcing herself, was stunned for a moment.
Then came: "Hahahaha...Am I amazing? Hahaha..."
She laughed so hard she leaned on Wei Danxin's shoulder, pounding the pillow: "Good senior brother, I beg you, please don't say anything, hahaha..."
Wei Danxin indeed pursed her lips tightly. But a moment later, she suddenly hugged Bitao and sat up.
After a moment, the two looked at each other in bewilderment.
Bitao wanted to laugh again, but she really couldn't laugh now.
Because she didn't smile, Wei Danxin really cried.
The mist first gathered in her bewildered, golden eyes, then accumulated in her eye sockets, and then rolled down in large drops.
Wei Danxin was so ashamed that she wished she could die.
He held Bitao close, his forehead resting against her shoulder, afraid to look at her. He was terrified of seeing disappointment in Bitao's eyes.
His heart was broken, and he said in a hoarse and desperate voice, "You should marry your fourth junior brother... Let's pretend that nothing happened tonight."
His voice was broken and he forced back sobs: "I really can't, I just can't do it like this!" He pressed his head against Bitao's shoulder, covering his eyes that couldn't stop the tears from flowing, looking as aggrieved as a huge golden crow that had just taken off but crashed to the ground.
He had no memory of the night he drank the Heavenly Flowing Elixir. He didn't understand the concept of male-female harmony, but he wasn't stupid; how could something like that end so easily?
Before Bitao could even get up, she hugged Wei Danxin and reached out to wipe away his tears of despair.
What's there to comfort her about? That's how it should be for a man's first time. This only means that Wei Danxin really likes her, and has never been with anyone else but her.
Bitao leaned close to his ear and whispered this principle to him.
Wei Danxin's golden eyes were filled with tears, her thin, red lips were pursed, and her brows were furrowed in disbelief.
"But didn't we still have the Heavenly Grade Flowing Elixir Wine that night?" This wasn't the first time at all.
Bitao looked at him and thought to herself, "Why are you still so logical at a time like this?"
But Bitao couldn't think of any other way to deceive Wei Danxin, so she simply hugged his head, stroked his "hair," and said, "If you don't believe me, let's try again."
Let's give it a try.
The third watch passed, and the fourth watch arrived.
Wei Danxin's back was like a cheetah poised to pounce, fiercely shaking off the drenched sweat.
He gripped Bitao's slender neck with his large hand, holding her in place. He stared into Bitao's eyes, his gaze equally fierce, all his emotions aroused to the extreme. His possessiveness and desire to control were revealed in an unprecedented way.
Mingguang and Bitao have many similarities at their core. During their childhood, they spent time together and their personalities gradually became similar.
Bitao only recognizes her "Little Mingguang," and Mingguang does the same, only recognizing Bitao who belongs to him completely and utterly.
Throughout his more than two hundred years of ignorance of human affairs, in his plans for the future, every moment, every day, every year, and even his entire life, there were always peach branch figures.
Even though our memories are not synchronized at this moment, our souls are still deeply embraced, belonging to each other, never to be separated again.
Wei Danxin's long hair was still not completely dry, hanging down her shoulders and back, intertwining with Bitao's hair scattered on the soft pillow in an arc like a knot.
"Do you still want me to go and marry my fourth junior brother?" Bitao squinted at him with her peach blossom eyes, her tone flippant.
A red hue, like that of a ripe peach, spread throughout her body and even reached her fingertips.
As she swayed, she raised her hand to wipe away the beads of sweat that had accumulated on Wei Danxin's brow.
Wei Danxin lowered her head and used her lips to silence Bitao's question.
Of course not.
In this lifetime, his junior sister, his Tao Tao, can only be his "wife".
No one can compete with him.
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