Chapter 212 Bitao and Mingguang's Grand Wedding - Part 1
The wedding of Mingguang and Bitao was finally set for one year after the Heavenly War.
This wedding banquet is also a celebratory feast, used to commemorate the sacrificed immortals and the unfortunate people who have perished, so that they may be reincarnated, and to celebrate the complete entry of the Nine Heavens into a new system of sundials.
Countless seasons have passed through the myriad realms, and the year is drawing to a close once again in the human world. But in the celestial realm, Juntian remains a vibrant summer, a time of perfect beauty.
The celestial realm has been without joyous occasions for far too long. After more than a year of tireless efforts by the six departments and the selection of generals in the mortal realm, all the celestial positions in the Nine Heavens have finally been filled, all realms are operating smoothly, the celestial and underworld realms are under one rule, and the mortal realm is enjoying a golden age of peace and prosperity.
This auspicious day is the wedding day of Bitao and Mingguang, and also a celebration of the celestial realm's renewed prosperity and peace.
Their wedding was not as solemn and complicated as a wedding in the mortal world. They did not have the traditional three letters and six rites. Instead, they held a three-day banquet under the large peach tree in the heavenly realm.
The banquet invited the immortals of the Nine Heavens to taste the delicacies and fine wines, and also invited some of the True Lords of the Upper Clarity Realm to celebrate the peace and prosperity of all realms and the four seas.
The invitation to the banquet was personally sent out by Kunyi, and when the banquet began, the seats were filled and the atmosphere was lively and cheerful.
Bitao and Mingguang wore custom-made wedding robes with embroidered patterns of golden crows perched on peach wood. These patterns were drawn by Mingguang himself and sent to the Heavenly Crafts Institute in the celestial realm for urgent production.
After putting them on, both of them had a beautiful and ethereal appearance, like brocade clouds and rosy hues, dazzling and radiant.
The banquet began yesterday morning, and now it is the second day of sunset. The boundless sea under the large peach tree connects with the sky, spreading out a magnificent golden-red glow, a warm red that is so beautiful it is mesmerizing.
Bitao and Mingguang went around offering toasts and receiving congratulations, and they had lost count of how many rounds had passed.
The courtyard was filled with all sorts of rare and precious gifts.
After another round of toasts by the fairy, Bitao slumped into a chair at the table, her pink face and wedding dress reflecting each other's redness.
Seeing that she was propping her head up with her hand and looked drowsy, Mingguang walked behind her and used his magic to dispel the smell of alcohol from her.
Bitao stopped him, grasped his hand and said, "It's alright, I'm fine. Wedding wine doesn't make you drunk. This is the only time in my life I've ever drunk so recklessly. Husband... don't worry about me."
Bitao was originally holding Mingguang's wrist down, but when she saw that he was also drunk, his skin was flushed with an unusual redness, reaching his fingertips. The veins on the back of his hand and his strong, slender palm looked... comparable to a tempting pig's trotter.
So she held on and wouldn't let go, not only giving it a hard kiss but also instinctively biting it.
Mingguang: "...Hiss."
"Little Peach Branch, let go..."
Mingguang's face was already flushed red because of Bitao's public declaration of "husband." Suddenly, he was bitten again. He quickly looked around for a moment, then pinched Bitao's chin. He didn't know whether to pinch her tightly to stop her from speaking or to let go and let her release her grip.
Bitao lifted her eyelids, her eyes alluring, and blinked at Mingguang, like a hungry wolf that had snatched a piece of meat, her eyes full of provocation, refusing to let go.
Bitao rarely wore such a brightly colored dress, making her look like she was in a field of blooming flowers. Her affectionate peach blossom eyes were so alluring that even the coldest heart in the world would tremble and tremble. Even the most icy and hardened Dao heart would shatter because of her seduction, which was more excessive than that of a demon.
Mingguang stared at her, swallowing hard without realizing it. His Adam's apple bobbed dryly, and the smell of alcohol rose in his throat, making his reason waver.
He loosened his grip, unwilling to hurt her, and her hand was being nibbled on by him. The smell of alcohol had already made his whole body flushed, and as he stood there, his usually dignified and solemn features were now filled with a golden-red, enchanting passion.
Both of them were drunk.
Wine can intoxicate, and so can people.
Mingguang lowered his head and gazed into Bitao's peach blossom eyes, silently captivated by the expression Bitao was displaying at that moment.
Bitao finally had her fill of biting, so she let go, leaned back in her chair, tilted her head back, and looked at Mingguang with a laugh that could only be described as wanton.
Mingguang's gaze slid down from Bitao's cherry-red lips to the "Two Elements Heart Knot" around her neck.
Today... she deliberately revealed the Two Elements Concentric Knot, which was obviously intentional.
This action was undoubtedly a declaration to everyone that she and Mingguang were one, inseparable in life and death.
It greatly satisfied Mingguang's possessiveness and desire for control.
They finally became husband and wife in a legitimate and proper manner, witnessed by heaven, earth, and all the immortals.
From then on, husband and wife were one, living in harmony and remaining faithful until death.
Mingguang involuntarily reached out and touched Bitao's cheek with his slightly bent knuckles, then traced his fingers down her neck, saying, "You're drunk, take a rest..."
Bitao buried her face in Mingguang's hot, dry palms again, rubbed against them, and closed her eyes as if she were about to fall asleep.
Mingguang trembled, and the golden light in his eyes dimmed into a blood-red color, even more intense and indistinct than the setting sun.
The interaction between the two was too eye-catching.
The sounds of giggling and teasing from the fairies could be heard all around.
"Oh dear, I can't bear to look! Even after becoming the Emperor of Fengdu, the Peach Blossom Emperor is still so clingy..."
"How sweet! When has Emperor Mingguang ever shown such a doting and infatuated expression?"
"Ahhhhh, I fainted... Emperor Bitao is too good at this! Emperor Mingguang seemed completely powerless, just propping himself up like that and letting him sleep, tsk tsk tsk..."
"You newcomers to the Heavenly Realm probably don't know that more than a hundred years ago, when the Peach Blossom Emperor was just a minor immortal, she was already in love with the Bright Light Thunder Emperor..."
...
During the banquet, he mentioned countless times the three competitions of Bitao, in which Bitao was promoted from Lingxian to Taixian in less than a month, personally instigated the great war in the heavens, and after the war, ascended to the glorious achievements of the Fengdu Emperor.
I don't know how many times I've talked about how the Bright Light Thunder Emperor went to the competition arena three times, each time correcting the mortals' fates according to the star chart, and finally leading the immortals to ascend to heaven. And a few days ago, with the heart of "protecting all living beings", he proved the position of Grand Immortal in less than half a day, broke the Six Departments Debate Formation, and directly ascended to the Thunder Emperor's illustrious achievements.
By this time, most of the high-ranking immortals had left after their celebrations, leaving behind either absolute supporters of the two individuals or their closest friends and relatives.
Mingguang sat on the stool next to Bitao, leaned over and cupped her cheeks, completely forgetting everything else in the world, only his red-clad bride in front of him remained. The distance between them grew closer and closer, and they were just a hair's breadth away from kissing...
The fairies were whispering and jeering, they were practically going crazy.
Seeing that the two were so drunk they were about to make a fool of themselves in public, Zhu Ming, who was in charge of entertaining the guests and helping Mingguang and Bitao collect their gifts, and Mingguang's older brother Dongjun exchanged a glance.
Zhu Ming shook his head, his meaning clear: he couldn't handle two people.
In the end, Dongjun had no choice but to walk stiffly to the two of them. Amidst the cheers and jeers of the little fairies, who were eager to see the two of them kiss, he grabbed his younger brother with one hand and Bitao by the back of her collar with the other, and with the two of them, he flashed away from the banquet.
However, before the immortals could even lament, Zhu Ming, the Immortal Supervisor, immediately said, "The Peach Blossom Emperor has said that the immortals wish her to accept all the gifts received today. However, since she is currently serving in the Netherworld, she can no longer use most of the immortal artifacts. You may choose to take them away according to your spiritual attributes. Consider it the Peach Blossom Emperor's way of offering gifts to the Buddha..."
Before Zhu Ming could finish speaking, the atmosphere at the table had already become lively again.
It should be known that many of the gifts Bitao received today were treasured magical artifacts from various immortals. Bitao may not need them, but for the immortals, these are rare and precious magical artifacts that are hard to come by!
So all the fairies rushed towards the "mountain of gifts" under the big peach tree.
Zhu Ming stood with his hands behind his back at the table, directing several servants to help the immortals choose gifts and maintain order.
While everyone was celebrating, Dongjun sent Bitao and Mingguang, this shameful pair of "things," back to Mingguang's new Xuanhui Palace.
After throwing the two people into the house, Dongjun clapped his hands as if they had been tainted by something unclean, and turned to leave as if he were about to transform into a spirit.
But he was still worried about the two of them, so before transforming into spirits, he looked back one last time.
Dongjun wished he could gouge out his own eyes and wash them.
It ran away as if it were crawling with insects.
He already knew about the shift in his destiny chart, and he also knew that Mingguang was the frail youngest child whom his parents loved the most.
It would be a lie for Dongjun to say he wasn't upset, but Mingguang had personally told him about this and asked him to be one of the witnesses at the wedding. Mingguang had also personally gone to Shangqing Realm three times.
Dongjun himself was "broad-minded" and could hardly bear any deep hatred.
Moreover, Mingguang's personality has changed too much in the past six months. Every time he visits him, he greets him with a smile, calling him "brother" over and over again. It is only natural that Dongjun is captivated by him.
In addition... he missed his mother, and this time his mother came to see him in person. Although she didn't say anything, Dongjun was flattered and surprised, let alone asking him to come to Taiqing Realm to preside over Mingguang's wedding.
Even if he were asked to pull the wedding car for the two of them like an old ox, Dongjun would probably agree.
After escorting the two back to their chambers, he quickly flew to the base of the large peach tree, hoping to find something else he could help with.
Standing atop the eaves of the Hall of All Living Beings, he watched the people below celebrating joyfully as if it were the New Year, and then he did not reappear.
We don't need him anymore.
Bitao will reap countless followers tonight. This move of using flowers to win people's hearts is truly a blatant and brilliant one.
His silly younger brother... is so easily coaxed by Bitao that he's practically handing over power. How can he possibly compete with Bitao for the throne?
Even Dongjun could see that he was destined to lose.
He sighed softly.
"Are you lamenting your altered destiny chart?" The Supreme God of Origin appeared out of nowhere behind Dongjun, teasing his disciple.
Dongjun turned his head to look at his master.
He was born with a face exactly like Mingguang's, without the slightest difference.
At this moment, he was dressed in a crimson-gold robe representing the rule of the Golden Crow, and his expression was solemn, making him almost indistinguishable from the usual Mingguang.
The God of the Upper Source truly loved Dongjun. He had long seen through the truth of everything, but he could not interfere with the development of anything. Now he could not help but feel sorry for his disciple.
Pointing to the small mole on his chin that was exactly the same as Mingguang's, he said, "Your brother's red mole represents the mark of the people choosing the immortal position, while your small mole represents the mark of being rejected by the people."
"The Southern Good Life Deity was first chosen by the people, and then rejected by them, which is why he has these two moles."
"If everything had proceeded naturally, if your father and mother had sent away their weak offspring and had not sent the unborn bright light into the sundial, tonight should have been your wedding night, and you would have been the best choice for all living beings."
Don't you hate it?
Dongjun turned his gaze away and looked down at the lively and jubilant crowd of immortals on the ground.
A moment later he said, "I hated it."
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