Chapter 9 Hello Little Red, Goodbye Little Red!
Bitao chuckled playfully, while Mingguang remained silent with a solemn expression, his brow furrowing more and more tightly.
Golden and red light filled the sky and the sea. He sat upright on the beach, like an unfeeling Buddha sitting on a lotus throne, bathed in divine light.
He refused to be seduced by the demon before him. The vertical line between his brows, like a sharp dagger to slay evil, pierced into Bitao's eyes, intending to slay and exorcise her evil spirit.
Bitao sensed his anger, but her expression remained unchanged, though she had to suppress the aggression in her eyes.
"Okay, okay, I was just teasing you... Don't be angry, do you think I could really force you with my limited abilities?"
“I want you to kiss me and hug me, but you definitely won’t agree right now, so I’m not in a hurry.” Bitao propped herself up on her arms and sat up next to Mingguang.
She smiled and chatted, holding the sand loosely in her hand, not gripping it tightly, yet not a single grain fell.
Looking into those pale golden eyes, more beautiful than the horizon where the sea meets the sky, she said matter-of-factly, "It's only beautiful if you're willing..."
Mingguang turned his gaze back, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, and closed his eyes.
Although he didn't show much reluctance, Bitao knew that if she hadn't "coerced" him, he would never have stayed here with her for even a second.
She was determined to have him. She had watched him for so many years and never felt that he belonged to anyone but her.
People naturally wouldn't want to use force or coercion against their own people; if they were to become angry and resentful, that would be counterproductive.
Therefore, Bitao restrained her teasing manner, sat up straight, and spoke in a light and melodious voice, no longer lazy: "There is a deep rift between the Immortal of Merit and the Ancient Immortal Clan. Over time, a confrontation is inevitable."
Upon hearing this, Mingguang opened his eyes.
Bitao said, "The ancient immortal clans consider this selection of immortals as a piece of cake, but the immortals of Youtian have all prayed to heaven and earth, cultivated themselves for thousands of years to ascend to immortality, and are unruly and defiant against fate. How could they allow the ancient immortal clans to decide the candidates for immortal positions?"
Mingguang turned his head to the side.
Bitao smiled at him, her peach blossom eyes shimmering with a gentle, warm glow.
"This confrontation caused by the sex scandal is actually the easiest to quell."
Firecrackers with fuses can be extinguished by crushing the fuse, but if there is no fuse, the firecracker will explode inside. How can this be dealt with?
After a long pause, Mingguang finally spoke and asked, "So you did this on purpose?"
Bitao: "...No."
Seeing his bewildered expression, Bitao sensed something was wrong and quickly explained.
"No, no, no, I pursued you for a hundred years purely because I liked you and wanted you. It wasn't because I wanted to be the 'trigger' between the merit-based immortal position and the ancient immortal clan."
"It was like that before, it was like that on the Water Bamboo Bridge, and it's even more so today. I just want to be closer to you."
"As for the current situation, it's just going with the flow, don't misunderstand!"
She knew best how many people's expectations Mingguang carried, and how hard he tried to put everyone's expectations into practice. He wanted to do everything well, single-mindedly suppressing his personal desires, practicing self-discipline and propriety, and naturally, he also saw everyone else as part of the "big picture".
Bitao had no doubt that if she didn't explain, Mingguang would attribute the past hundred years of entanglement to her enduring humiliation and playing both sides in order to balance the gap between the ancient immortal clan and Youtian.
He might find her a celestial position in one of the Six Ministries, and then the two of them would completely become a pure superior-subordinate relationship.
Don't even think about it!
Mingguang looked at her, his deep, unfathomable eyes surging with confusion, showing absolutely no trace of affection or love.
He was finally able to find a "reasonable explanation" for her behavior and breathed a sigh of relief.
Mingguang knew that she and those meritorious immortals from Youtian had repeatedly taken up their posts in the mortal realm, doing many hard tasks and finally rising from Supreme Immortal to Spirit Immortal through tribulations. In his heart, he felt that she had some ambition.
She wants to ascend to the celestial rank and obtain a celestial position. As a wild immortal, if she doesn't take an unconventional approach, she will probably find it difficult to make any progress in the Nine Heavens. In fact, it's not necessarily a bad thing that she is cunning and shrewd.
Not only did Yun Chuan think this little fairy was worth cultivating, but Ming Guang also thought that he could find her a fairy position to gain experience, so that she would not have to rely on the merits of the Netherworld Fairy.
These are things that Mingguang excels at, or rather, things that come easily to him.
That's all he could give her.
But why was she in such a hurry to deny it?
Bitao knew he was doomed just by looking at his eyes.
What kind of blockhead is this? So stubborn that even after a hundred years, it can't be moved an inch?
Bitao heard the sound of the tide receding; the sun had set, and the sky was dark as if a black cloth had been draped over everything.
When she met Mingguang's oppressive and fierce gaze, her heart sank.
Not knowing how to deal with her, he forced her to admit that their century-long entanglement was all for the sake of obtaining a celestial position.
You bastard!
Bitao was so angry she laughed.
However, she naturally knew how difficult the person she had her eye on was to deal with.
If it were truly like the goddess of the moon, where one could kiss a beautiful woman with a mere flick of the finger, what would be the point?
Bitao loves anything unique and challenging.
She wants a celestial position and rank; she will take it herself and no one can force it upon her!
Therefore, she deliberately feigned weakness, sighed, and said, "Alright, alright, all of this for the past hundred years has been for..."
When Mingguang saw her lower her head, revealing a stretch of her smooth neck, the fist that had been clenching on his knee finally relaxed a little.
But before he could relax, Bitao, who had only shown half her weakness, suddenly grabbed his arms, which were resting on his knees, and then leaned in—truly to confirm one of the rumors—a forced kiss!
Mingguang never expected her to be so audacious; caught off guard, he was furious.
Jin Ling burst out of his body in an instant, but was ultimately a moment too late because the two were too close.
At the last second, he only had time to tilt his head back slightly, which at least prevented the daring little fairy from actually kissing his tightly pursed lips.
Those two soft, wet pieces clung brazenly to his chin.
It happened to be imprinted on that little red mole that the peach had been eyeing for so long.
Hello, Xiaohong.
Goodbye, Little Red.
Mingguang's eyelashes trembled violently, and the pale gold in his eyes, like the setting sun falling on the shore, narrowed into a line of crimson gold, like a burst of molten lava, threatening to burn everything to ashes.
Like a beast enraged by a vertical pupil, it seemed intent on tearing apart any living thing that dared to intrude into its territory!
At the same time, Jin Ling, showing no restraint, sent the audacious Bi Tao flying—
This time, the immortal spirit that Mingguang deliberately concealed on the Water Chun Bridge was hundreds of times stronger. If the celestial being was truly angered, it would be extremely easy for him to take the life of a spirit immortal.
Fortunately, when Bitao was swept away by the raging golden spirit, she set up a series of spirit-shifting arrays. Moreover, this was under the big peach tree, right at her front door. The reason Bitao invited Mingguang here was because she had made many preparations here.
All of this was for the sake of survival.
She was thrown into the sea, and her spirit touched the surface of the sea, causing a buzzing sound that activated the great formation that Bitao had set up beforehand.
The raging golden spirit, as violent as a tidal wave, was completely subdued by the formation rising from the sea surface and thrown into the deep sea and beneath the roots of the great peach tree.
In an instant, the world changed color, the sea trembled, and even the Great Peach Tree that guided heaven and earth trembled due to this furious strike.
With a soft rustling sound, countless peach blossoms fell like rain, blanketing the ground and cascading down upon the radiant, furious Mingguang Tianxian beneath the large peach tree.
But before those swirling, enchanting flowers and leaves could even land around him, they were torn to shreds and burned to ashes by his tangible fury.
Bitao, who was smashed into the sea by Jinling, even though she had prepared to transfer her spirit, still inhaled a mouthful of blood mixed with the salty seawater. Jinling's lingering energy seemed to ravage her chest, as if trying to turn her internal organs into a bloody mess.
After she finally managed to spit out the violent golden spirit she had inadvertently inhaled, her mind finally surfaced.
The chilling voice, imbued with both dispelling illusions and awakening the spirit, was like a heavy hammer or bell, crashing down from mid-air.
"presumptuous!"
"Absurd and nonsensical, full of wild ideas, lacking ambition, and willingly degenerate!"
"Hmph, you'd better watch yourself!"
Before the sound had even faded, Mingguang had already transformed into a spirit and departed, heading straight for the direction of the Juntian Immortal Emperor Palace.
It took Bitao a long time to resurface from the sea, gurgling and spitting out seawater mixed with blood. She floated on the surface like a dead fish, but a triumphant smile was on her lips.
snort?
What are you humming about?
It was the first time Bitao had heard him huff in anger, and it was actually quite cute.
However, Bitao assured him that this time he would definitely realize her true intentions and see how she would force Bitao to curb her delusions and forcibly assign her some kind of immortal position.
Bitao drifted on the sea for a long time, with the spirit-gathering array and the large peach wood gently channeling immortal energy into her to repair her body.
However, this time the injury was indeed quite serious. Mingguang truly lived up to his reputation as a born Celestial Immortal. His golden spirit was the perfect counter to Bitao's wood spirit, and the difference in their immortal ranks was too great.
The golden spirit that has not yet been drawn out from within Bitao's body is still wreaking havoc on a small scale, preventing the wood spirit from healing her injuries.
However, this injury was nothing to Bitao. When she and the Immortal of Merit descended to the mortal realm to suffer the tribulation of lightning, her meridians were charred by the lightning, but were repaired by the spiritual energy that flowed into her body, and then she was shattered into pieces again.
That's what it means to be on the verge of death and back to life.
Mingguang's attack was much lighter than the lightning tribulation.
And getting close to someone is a bonus.
Xiao Hong tasted just as delicious as she had imagined.
Bitao smacked her lips, savoring the taste, but unfortunately, the time was too short, and Mingguang reacted too quickly.
Bitao actually had more to say.
She also wanted to ask Mingguang if he had seen his mother.
Are you happy or not?
She knew that Mingguang hadn't seen his mother for over a decade and missed her terribly.
He was a good boy from a young age, always obedient to his parents. Even when given an impossible task, he would work day and night to complete it.
But what child doesn't depend on their mother? Even if the ancient immortals were born with knowledge and were born with a destiny bestowed by heaven, it is still natural for children to depend on their mothers.
Mingguang doesn't seem like a wild, untamed person like her.
Mingguang's mother was Kunyi, the Left General of the Thunder Department, and the successor of the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation of Thunder in the Nine Heavens.
Leading a group of thunder generals and guardian celestial masters who summon clouds and rain, he travels through all realms, tasked with slaying demons and evil spirits and refining one's celestial status.
It is the Heavenly Dao of all realms.
She rarely returned to Xianjing, and Mingguang often did not see his mother for more than ten or even several decades since he was a very young child.
Bitao didn't know how many times she had watched Mingguang under the big peach tree, holding the sword his mother had forged for him, and she had shed tears.
Later, when I grew up, I stopped crying, but I still couldn't help but space out all the time.
Longing can be silent, yet sometimes deafening.
Even as an observer, Bitao sometimes felt that Mingguang's mother was far too cruel.
What good would it do to come back?
The demons and monsters of the mortal realm cannot be eradicated in a day, nor can the ascension to immortality be achieved in a day. Come back and see how the child is doing!
A few days before those immortal lords came to swim naked under the big peach tree, Mingguang spent half the night under the big peach tree with his sword.
He must be missing his mother.
That was Bitao's original intention in using this situation as a catalyst.
Mingguang is about to descend to the mortal realm for the competition, and he must be more nervous and afraid than anyone else.
Given his position and status, if he doesn't perform well, he will face widespread criticism and resentment.
Logically speaking, General Zuo shouldn't be coming back, but the Immortal Position of Merit is in conflict with the Ancient Immortal Clan. As the Left General of the Thunder Department and the First Wife of the Immortal Emperor, she will definitely make time to come back.
Bitao also wanted to teach Mingguang that the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
Mingguang could easily act coquettishly with General Zuo. He was still quite young in the Heavenly Realm, so it was only natural that he needed his mother's help to handle his duties.
Mingguang did indeed meet General Zuo.
He did indeed miss his mother.
But what awaited him was not tender words of maternal love and filial piety, nor affectionate family ties, but rather the Five Thunder Formation that punished him for his dereliction of duty.
Before he and Binglun and his group went to find Bitao, they had already passed through the Five Thunder Formation once.
Now, visibly enraged, he returned to Xuanhui Palace. Instead of going to his inner palace, he stepped into the Five Thunder Formation and endured the onslaught of five thunderbolts several times stronger than when Bitao was subjected to her tribulation, in order to calm his extreme anger.
The Five Thunder Formation's fierce, rainbow-like lightning struck down on his head, instantly tearing his skin and leaving his entire body charred.
The arm guard that Bitao had grabbed fell off his torn and ripped flesh, splitting into several pieces with a clang.
His face was half-covered in blood, yet he neither flinched nor flinched. Blood flowed over his pale gold eyes, casting a crimson, crazed hue over his originally upright and aloof handsome face.
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