Chapter 8: Even altering the sleeves doesn't work; should we cut them off...?
Bitao was so angry that Binglun Zhenxian was about to crow. Naturally, the few people who were hiding in the dense forest could no longer sit idly by.
"I've observed this little fairy for a long time, and she's quite capable. She's crossed paths with many palaces in the Nine Heavens, and her methods are rather unconventional, somewhat similar to Guanghan's temperament. Binglun is no match for her."
Among them, Yun Chuan Zhen Xian was the only one whose expression remained unchanged from beginning to end. His features were like a still landscape, and although he had a naturally smiling face, his eyes were never turbulent.
He is the successor of the True Martial Spirit Response Saint True Lord of the Ministry of War. He appears to be a gentleman of bamboo and orchid, but in reality, he is a martial god who can hold up the sea and support the sky.
Moreover, she has always been taciturn and has a very low profile. She didn't say a word when she was seen swimming naked in the Wuji Sea that day. Today, she rarely spoke. She opened her folding fan and looked at Bitao, who made Binglun stomp her feet in anger.
"Quick-witted and shrewd, he could certainly be brought into the palace for training."
"You want to take her in?" The Goddess of the Moon Palace turned her head and looked at the True Immortal of the Cloud River with some surprise.
Yun Chuan always seemed gentle, but his body was always shrouded in a thin mist like spring water. In reality, behind the mist and haze in his eyes was only the indifference and coldness of a cold pool and an empty mountain.
His palace had few attendants and a small number of fairy maidens, all of whom were left behind by the True Martial Spiritual Response Saint True Lord when he went to the Upper Pure Heaven.
It was rare to see him treat a little fairy with such special regard.
Yun Chuan Zhenxian shook his head, a stingy smile curving his lips. He was extremely refined and handsome, and every little emotion he showed was like the finishing touch on a painting.
"She might not care."
For decades, she was unjustly suppressed by Binglun and imprisoned hundreds of times. Not only did she become close friends with the guards of the Prison Palace, but she also endured until now. She colluded with Youtian to launch an attack, forcing high-ranking immortals to bow down and beg for peace. How could such a person be content to remain subservient to others?
When the Moon Goddess saw Yun Chuan start posing as if he were enigmatic again with riddles, she rolled her eyes.
He despised Yun Chuan the most, who was even more tense than Ming Guang. Yun Chuan relied on his plain looks to act like an innocent white lotus all day long. If he could beat Yun Chuan, he would have challenged him to a duel in private long ago.
"Fine, since she's just like me, I'll go talk to her."
The Moon Goddess grabbed his long hair from his shoulder and flicked it with a dashing air. Just as he was about to appear, the Bright Light Celestial in front of him vanished from the spot first.
The next instant, Mingguang Tianxian appeared beside Bitao, raising his arm to block the violent silver spirit that Binglun, enraged and berserk, was unleashing upon Bitao.
With a soft hum, the golden and silver celestial spirits collided, transforming into a gentle, drizzling breeze in mid-air, which flowed and stirred Bi Tao's long, ink-black hair and flowing dress.
“Mingguang! She…”
"Step back." Mingguang stopped Binglun from speaking any further, as it was clear that saying more would only make things worse.
He didn't want to run away, but he could argue and resolve disputes with high-ranking immortals over official duties, yet he didn't know how to face this little immortal who always left him at a loss.
With a single sentence from Mingguang, Binglun's anger and dissatisfaction were completely suppressed.
Once the Celestial Immortal Mingguang appeared, the others naturally followed suit.
Just as the Moon Goddess was about to say something gentle, as he was good at, to smooth things over, she flicked her sleeves, a fragrant breeze wafted around her, and gave Bitao a knowing smile.
He was strikingly handsome, with captivating, narrow eyes. His ability to smile before speaking was always effective against the fairies.
But his smile quickly faded, and he stood still, raising an eyebrow.
The exposed chest beneath the robes heaved as a soft "Hmm?" escaped the lips.
Because he discovered that the fairy Bitao wasn't even looking at him.
Ever since Mingguang Tianxian appeared, Bitao's beautiful peach blossom eyes have been glued to him.
Even though he was not "interesting" at all compared to the goddess of the moon, his collar was tied over his long neck and reached his chin. If it weren't strange that his face was covered, he would probably wear a mask to cover his face as well.
Rigid, boring, serious, and dignified—these eight words perfectly describe him.
But Bitao stared at him from head to toe as if she couldn't get enough of him.
If eyes had warmth, Mingguang would probably have been refined by now.
The Moon God couldn't help but curl his lips. He had seen countless infatuated women, crying and sobbing, clinging and lingering, whining and whining. When they fell in love, they would give everything, but when they stopped loving, they would refuse to break up, even threatening to kill themselves.
I've never seen anyone so blatantly domineering. Despite his low status and cultivation level, his gaze towards Mingguang was full of aggression, as if he were looking at his own possession.
Mingguang clearly couldn't get used to Bitao's gaze no matter how many times he tried.
He turned slightly to the side, his face sharp and cold, his brows furrowed as he looked up to meet her eyes, and spoke firmly: "What do you intend to do?"
Then, Immortal Yunchuan closed his folding fan and tapped it lightly in his palm.
Asking about the other party's intentions right away might be considered straightforward and intimidating when dealing with high-ranking immortals or gentlemen who value their reputation, but it puts you at a disadvantage when dealing with such a cunning person.
Binglun was silenced, her eyes bulging as she couldn't speak, anxiously looking at the crowd behind her.
Yun Chuan looked away. He was always cautious and didn't think outside the box, so he had no interest in being Mingguang's spokesperson.
Guanghan watched the spectacle with great interest, clearly understanding the principle that one should not meddle in matters outside one's jurisdiction.
Only Binglun was truly worried about Mingguang, fearing that his close friend might be taken advantage of by a lecherous man.
However, aside from Binglun True Immortal from the Thunder Department, Yunchuan True Immortal from the War Department, and Guanghan Divine Immortal from the Fighting Department, the other ones they played with included Lingze Divine Immortal from the Medicine Department and Baizang True Immortal from the Supervision Department. One of them only knew how to treat illnesses with acupuncture and was a medical fanatic who never put down his medical records; the other was a student of the Supervision Department, specializing in delivering children...
In Binglun Zhenxian's view, bringing them along was purely out of consideration for the immortal clan behind them; it was simply not a good idea!
This made him very anxious. He couldn't speak, but he could still move, so he simply crashed into the direction of Bitao.
Mingguang has already appeared and intends to resolve this himself. These future servants can help, but they cannot go against Mingguang's wishes and cause trouble. Binglun is always too inconsiderate.
Even if they grow up together, Mingguang is destined to be the ruler in the future, while they are the subjects. It is unacceptable for them to overstep their bounds.
The scene was tense for a moment. After scanning Mingguang's entire body, Bitao finally spoke with a smile, but instead of answering Mingguang's request, she asked, "Is the robe you are wearing today newly made?"
Bitao remembered that Mingguang always wore a wide-sleeved robe, and as he walked, the breeze would caress the moon, and the clouds would rise majestically.
Today he suddenly changed into a well-fitting martial arts robe and sleeves that combined civil and military styles. The arm sleeves tightly bound his strong forearms, and the black deerskin boots clung to his slender calves, making him appear tall and imposing with his wasp waist and ape-like back.
"It's so beautiful," Bitao exclaimed sincerely.
"Ahem..." The Goddess of the Moon Palace coughed and looked at Mingguang, whose expression had become even more frozen and who had even closed his eyes for a moment.
Although Bitao didn't say anything excessive or do anything excessive, some people just have the ability to make things awkward and undignified with their words.
Even the goddess of the Moon Palace, who prides herself on her romantic and unrestrained lifestyle, would be ashamed of herself compared to her!
Mingguang's robes were indeed newly made.
Moreover... it was because Bitao had tugged at his sleeve several times and even cut off a piece of his sleeve himself. After returning to Xuanhui Palace, he couldn't sleep and sat up in the middle of the night, ordering the servants in his palace to change their system overnight.
Everything has been changed.
All the wide-sleeved robes were changed into fitted martial robes, with no extra fabric added except for the hem, so that no one could easily reach out and grab his clothes.
But he didn't want to discuss this with the fairy, so he took a deep breath and asked again, "What exactly do you want?"
This time, a slight pressure was added, because his voice had the effect of awakening the spirit and dispelling illusions. Everyone was instantly clear-headed and solemn, and there was no longer any ambiguity.
Bitao looked at his handsome, sculpted face, sighed, and said slowly with a helpless and indulgent expression, "What can I do?"
She appeared lost in thought, but her eyes, clear and bright like autumn water, were actually brimming with affection.
“How about this,” Bitao said, “the sunset over Juntian Dushuo Mountain and the Wuji Sea is extremely beautiful, with clouds and sea merging together, and the flowing rosy clouds resembling a mirage dragon soaring into the sky.” She reached out to Mingguang and invited, “If you come with me to watch the clouds rise and fall, I will do whatever you want, okay?”
This wasn't the first time Bitao had invited Mingguang to see the sea of clouds and rosy clouds, but on previous occasions, Mingguang hadn't even given her a second glance, let alone accepted her invitation.
Bitao's words, "Do whatever you want," were ambiguous and difficult to express, and an invisible, sticky atmosphere permeated the air because of her words.
Even the Moon Goddess couldn't stop the Ice Wheel Immortal. The Ice Wheel Immortal's silence time had expired, and she roared, "Mingguang, don't believe her! She's a shameless lecher!"
"She just said she'd make the rumors true, kiss you, touch you, and have sex with you in bed. If you go to the Boundless Sea with her... she'll definitely force you to submit! We, the ancient immortals, will not tolerate this humiliation. We'd rather fight those merit-doting dogs to the death, mmm..."
This time, the Goddess of the Moon Palace and Yun Chuan together subdued Bing Lun. Yun Chuan placed a fan on the back of Bing Lun's neck, and Bing Lun was unable to lift his head or move.
Guanghan covered his mouth with her long, slender hand, signaling to the quiet Lingze Immortal behind her to give him a few needle pricks to knock him unconscious.
Bitao ignored Binglun and the others' antics, only tilting her head slightly to look at Mingguang Tianxian, waiting for his reaction.
The next instant, Jin Lingwen enveloped Bitao's figure. She curved her lips and eyes, and before disappearing from the spot with Mingguang Tianxian, she even stuck out her tongue at the frantically struggling Binglun Zhenxian.
He fainted from anger without needing any injections.
In the blink of an eye, the two arrived at the seaside of Juntian Dushuo Mountain.
A warm, golden hue filled the sky, bathing the coastline in its gentle glow.
Bitao sat down on the ground, then turned to the side and tilted her head back, spreading her skirt out on the beach beside her.
She patted her skirt and said, "Come on, sit here, it's not dirty."
Her pretty face was bathed in warm light, and her downy fur seemed to dance in the twilight, radiating happiness and joy.
Now that Mingguang has arrived, there's no need for him to be hesitant to resolve the issue.
He is a Celestial Immortal; it would be a joke to be afraid of a Spirit Immortal.
However, he did not sit on Bitao's skirt, but chose to sit on the beach some distance away from her.
His shoulders and back were as straight as if they were made of steel, and he was in a meditative posture, looking down at the setting sun.
Bitao clicked her tongue inwardly, knowing he would rather get dirty than sit on her skirt, but seeing him sit down, the corners of her mouth curled up.
So good.
Bitao didn't rush to say anything. Instead, she squinted and looked intently at the distant horizon where the sky met the sea. The evening breeze ruffled her long hair, and she smiled as she enjoyed the peaceful and beautiful moment.
Mingguang, on the other hand, waited for her to speak, watching her every move with caution. When he saw that she was really looking at the sunset, he was a little stunned.
It's very quiet here; Mingguang already knew that.
As for why he only found out sooner, he didn't want to think about it in detail.
Perhaps it was Bitao's magical ability to easily draw anyone into her rhythm, and Mingguang, who was not an impatient or impulsive person, followed Bitao's gaze into the distance and gradually became truly immersed in the magnificent sunset.
He hadn't felt this relaxed and at ease with the passing of time in a long time.
However, before he could completely relax, he suddenly heard the rustling of sand.
He turned his head, his pale golden pupils narrowing. Bitao, without him noticing, had silently leaned towards him and lay down on the sand beside him, propping her chin on her elbow and looking up at him with a smile.
He instinctively tried to get up and move away, which was beyond the scope of normal communication. However, Bitao reached out and grabbed the arm she had been eyeing and coveting for so long. It was cold and hard, rigid and stubborn, yet beautiful, noble, and exquisite, just like Mingguang himself.
Mingguang frowned, his thoughts suddenly shifting to, "Even altering the sleeves won't work; do they want to cut off my arm?"
Before he could struggle, Bitao had already released his grip, pushing him to his limit.
She propped herself up on her elbows on the beach, cradling her beautiful face like a seductive enchantress, and began to tempt her: "I have suffered so many injustices, my reputation is ruined, and even the heavens see me as frivolous. Now I have no other demands. Pick one rumor from the rumors and make it true for me, and I will willingly be your pawn and weapon, at your mercy. What do you say?"
She said in an extremely ambiguous and flirtatious tone, "I'm very tight-lipped, you can try."
"What I mean is... you can set up an array first, and I guarantee that no one else will know what happens between us here today, okay?"
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