Chapter 153 Because of Loneliness, Childhood Sweethearts, Innocent and Pure
“I admit it,” Bitao nodded.
She looked at Dongjun and said, "You have pressed me so hard that I have now been forced to tell you the truth."
What are you going to do?
What can you do about it?
Bitao asked him, "Are you planning to tell Mingguang?"
"You can give it a try."
"Let's see if he believes me, his lover who has been with him for so long and who has watched him grow up, or you, his older brother whom he has never met before in this world."
"You're really ridiculous."
Taking this opportunity, Bitao spoke freely, expressing her true feelings and conveying the grievances that Mingguang would never say.
"You shirked your responsibilities and ran off to Shangqing Realm to live a carefree life as a True Lord. You don't even bother to see or know your younger brother, who was born to fill your position and to cover up the mess you made. You don't care how he takes over everything you abandoned."
"You're probably happy to hear that he's not as talented as you, right? And if he messes up the Nine Heavens project, you'll secretly rejoice, secretly glad that your parents can never have a child as gifted as you. Why are you suddenly so affectionate as soon as you meet him?"
"Is it because he looks exactly like you?"
Dongjun's eyes turned bloodshot, a mixture of shock and anger, because Bitao had indeed guessed some of the thoughts he had once had.
Bitao tilted her head slightly as she looked at Dongjun: "Do you still think that Mingguang is a puppet created by the Heavenly Dao of Myriad Realms and the Azure Nether Emperor using some ancient magic to replicate your appearance?"
"You feel guilty towards this pathetic 'thing' that exists because of you, which is why you care so much about his affairs?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Dongjun finally lost his temper and roared at Bitao. He took a few steps forward, stood in front of her, and stared at her intently: "He is connected to me by blood, how could I not feel it?"
"It's you, this wild and untamed bastard, who truly doesn't know what close relatives are."
Bitao tilted her head slightly to look at him, chuckled, and said, "What a vicious tongue you have."
"You're not entirely wrong to call me a 'bastard.' But according to your logic, all immortals who condense the spirit of heaven and earth are bastards. Then wouldn't the gods born from heaven and earth in ancient times also be included in that category?"
Bitao slapped Dongjun three times: "You're something else. As expected of the most talented ancient immortal clan in the past few hundred years, you can curse your own ancestors without batting an eye."
The veins on Dongjun's forehead and neck bulged; he was truly outraged by Bitao.
While the claim about the peach blossom is a sophistry, its origins are indeed true.
The ancient immortals are a race that inherits the power of the gods who were born from heaven and earth in ancient times. If the wild immortals who condensed their spirits in the nine heavens are bastards, then those ancient gods are too.
Dongjun's chest heaved rapidly, and waves of heat rushed towards Bitao.
The Supreme God of Origin, who was secretly following behind, was poised to strike at any moment and come out to "clean up his mess."
He was filled with a sense of vicissitude and regret, wondering when this cycle of cleaning up messes would end.
Was it really a lucky escape that he abducted the son of the Myriad Realms Heavenly Dao, or was it a scheme set up by the Myriad Realms Heavenly Dao to send his unruly child to him for foster care?
The more Shangyuan Shenzhen thought about it, the more he realized that this was indeed the case.
Over the years, Dongjun has burned down palaces in the Shangqing Realm, injured True Lords in the Shangqing Realm, and even killed demons and monsters from all realms within the Shangqing Realm.
And who suffers? It's him!
It's him!
The Supreme God of the Origin planned to take Dongjun back to the Upper Pure Realm as soon as he broke through the restriction.
They refused to do the work assigned to them by the Heavenly Dao of Myriad Realms!
This fairy Bitao truly doesn't need anyone's protection; she alone, with just her mouth, can tear the heavens apart.
Before the Supreme God of the Origin appeared, Bitao said to Dongjun, "Brother, please control yourself. I know that the power of your Golden Crow Clan is as strong as the blazing sun in the heavens. Don't accidentally break through the restrictions of Luofan City and burn down the people of this city."
"By then you can indeed roast me, this bastard, along with him, but you have harmed the common people, so you must accept your punishment and die. Mingguang is just a puppet that replicates you, and he may not even be able to reproduce. Wouldn't the Golden Crow clan, which rules the nine heavens and is high above, be wiped out by you?"
The two were only half a step apart, staring at each other with eyes full of hatred that wished they could tear the other to pieces.
After his initial anger subsided, Dongjun surprisingly calmed down.
As the heat subsided, Bitao curled her lips into a wicked smile, mimicking Dongjun's usual demeanor to a great extent.
Dongjun probably never saw "himself" from this perspective before.
Dongjun was so angry at Bitao that he laughed.
But he was sent down to protect Bitao, so he couldn't lay a hand on her.
"You..."
Dongjun was so angry that he didn't even know what words to use to scold Bitao.
He turned to leave, but his destination was the room where Mingguang was.
Bitao quickened her pace and stopped him at the door.
"Are you in such a hurry to complain to Mingguang?"
"Don't rush, brother."
Aren't you curious?
Bitao said, "Aren't you curious why, even after how I treated Mingguang in the first two competitions, he still loved me to the point of losing his mind, and even became so enraged and unable to control himself in this competition that he was willing to kill for me?"
The Eastern Lord indeed stopped.
His sharp gaze was fixed on Bitao, his mind racing, even considering what unknown talent Bitao might possess that allowed her to manipulate people's hearts.
Bitao asked him, "Do you know what it means to be childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree?"
"When Mingguang was born from the mother body of the Heavenly Dao of Myriad Realms, he grew into a five or six-year-old child as soon as he was born."
“He’s not naturally gifted and learns things slowly. After all, with your exceptionally talented older brother as an example, the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms often tells him, ‘You’re not as good as your brother, so you should be more diligent.’”
"With so many people in the entire Nine Heavens watching him, the brand-new 'next emperor,' how could he dare to appear foolish in front of everyone?"
"He had no choice but to find a secluded place and study diligently day and night."
"The closest and most secluded place to Xuanhui Palace is under the big peach tree on Juntian Dushuo Mountain."
"You should know that I am the spirit of the Great Peach Wood. The moment I transformed into a spirit, I landed on his shoulder."
"At that time, I was even a filthy being, a mixture of pure and impure energy. The moment I landed on his shoulder, I wanted to devour him."
"It's a pity I'm a wood spirit and he's a metal spirit. Metal overcomes wood, so I can't eat him or neutralize him. Otherwise, maybe your younger brother would be me now."
Dongjun: "..."
Bitao continued, "Guess why Mingguang didn't kill me even after I ate his immortal spirit and discovered I was an impure thing?"
Dongjun naturally couldn't guess, nor did he bother to guess.
Bitao said, "Because I'm lonely, brother."
"A person who knows from the womb that he was born for others, a soul who has been born alone, uncared for, and unattended."
"A 'future emperor' who has only just opened his eyes and hasn't even had a chance to see the world clearly yet, already burdened with countless documents from all realms, is too lonely."
"He was so lonely that even if it was a filthy creature that shouldn't exist in the celestial realm, he wouldn't be willing to use his spiritual energy to kill it, as long as he could interact with it."
"Over the course of five years, I accompanied him step by step from not understanding any of the languages of the myriad worlds to being able to handle official documents from the myriad worlds with ease."
"I accompanied him day and night to practice the techniques and hand seals, and I ate, drank, and slept with him."
“He hid me on his person, going in and out of the Xuanhui Palace. He shared everything with me, this little filth.”
"Because only I can 'see' him."
"You only see how awful I was to him in the first and second competitions, how I climbed to the top by stepping on him." Bitao laughed arrogantly, even more so than Dongjun usually did.
"Have you ever considered that he did it voluntarily?"
"When the Heavenly Dao of the myriad realms discovered me, it struck me with lightning, which inadvertently helped me clear away the turbidity and transform into an immortal. Fearing that I would recognize Mingguang, it sealed his memories. That's why we were separated for a hundred years."
Bitao said, "Otherwise, we would already have 248 children by now."
Bitao looked at Dongjun and said, "So don't be too proud, brother. And don't be too self-righteous."
"Even if Mingguang is a puppet, he is still my puppet."
"He was born into this world, and all his emotions originated from me, and all his emotions also came out of me."
"You met him again after hundreds of years, and remembering that you were his brother, you started to plan for him. Did you ask him if he needed anything?"
Bitao moved a few steps to the side, making way for the doorway.
He said to Dongjun, "Now you can go and complain. I swear I will never deny what I said."
Dongjun looked on with amusement, and opened his lips several times, but they trembled and he couldn't utter a single word.
But he didn't take another step toward the door.
If he hadn't heard that Bitao and Mingguang knew each other when they were children, he might have had a better chance of waking Mingguang up and making him realize the truth.
If what she said is true...
Dongjun once experienced firsthand what loneliness truly meant.
His excellence and intelligence after his birth pleased his parents and even all the immortals in the heavens.
But his mother wandered through countless worlds and never returned home, while his father, who was in charge of the star dial, almost ignored him.
He has many "playmates," all of whom are his future servants, carefully selected by the ancient immortal clan.
They dared not defeat him in a direct confrontation. They never approached him casually; it represented countless eyes watching him.
Despite being watched by so many eyes, no one "saw" him.
It wasn't him as the future emperor, but him as he truly was.
No one cared about his joys and sorrows, no one cared about his well-being or suffering. They only cared whether he could properly rule the heavens and whether he was qualified to become the future emperor.
They gave him an invisible "birdcage," even planning the direction in which his feathers would grow, and wanted him to willingly walk into it.
Later, his father finally spoke to him, and Dongjun was overjoyed.
However, the real reason that made Dongjun decide to go to Shangqing Realm was not the story that Qingming Emperor told him about the spirited slaying of demons by the True Lord of Shangqing Realm.
It was the Supreme God of Taiqing who "saw" him at that time.
He squatted down attentively and listened carefully to what he had to say.
Looking directly into his eyes, I saw the unspoken frustration in his heart.
It was revealed that the wounds he sustained after sparring with the older servants of the ancient immortal clan were festering silently beneath his magnificent robes.
Shangyuan Shenzhen spent an afternoon playing with him.
It's really "playing".
There were no words of responsibility or constraint, only gentleness and tenderness, which made Dongjun feel that as long as he was with Yuan Shenzhen, he would always be "seen".
Do whatever he wants to do.
Therefore, he resolutely became a disciple of the Yuan God, and the next day he grew up and left Taiqing Realm with him.
Dongjun looked at Bitao and said that he would let Mingguang choose, but there was no panic in his eyes.
For the first time in his life, Dongjun judged others by his own standards...
He and his master were not involved in any romantic love; they remained inseparable relatives.
If his master were to encounter danger, he would exchange his life for him. If his master were to climb to a high position in the Shangqing Realm, he would naturally resort to shamelessness and tantrums, using every means to step on him, drag him down, and stand with him.
Under Bitao's gaze, Dongjun's golden eyes narrowed, and he quickly took two steps back.
He turned and shifted his stance, quickly disappearing into the night.
He was wholeheartedly "doing what's best for his younger brother," but his past ties with them crumbled completely.
Dongjun still felt that Mingguang and Bitao's relationship was a tragic one.
Where this ill-fated relationship will lead remains to be seen.
But their bond is so deep, how could he possibly separate them by himself?
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