Chapter 51 Mingguang finished. "I like it, isn't that enough?"...
The inner chambers of Mingguang were simpler and cleaner than the outer courtyard.
All that could be seen was cold, hard stone, except for a bamboo couch with a smooth, delicate texture and a soft feel.
Bitao led Mingguang into the room and helped him straight to the bedside.
Mingguang's weight was mostly hanging on Bitao, his arms unconsciously encircling the "human pillar" that supported him.
Bitao had no choice but to sit down with him, but because Mingguang was so drunk that he couldn't control his balance, Bitao was pushed onto the bed by him.
Bitao nestled her head in the neatly folded quilt, while Mingguang enveloped her entirely, his clean and unique scent washing over her.
The two had not been so intimate, embracing each other tightly and lying in the same bed for many years.
With her beloved in her arms, Bitao immediately reached out and hugged the person above her tightly, burying her head in his neck and gently rubbing against him.
She was so excited she could hardly contain herself, wishing she could devour the person in her arms whole, sucking their marrow from their bones.
The person in her arms knew nothing, like a wide-open door, like a crystal-clear river that exposed everything to heaven and earth.
Just by adding a little bit of any color to it, the river will be polluted beyond recognition.
He was powerless to resist and had nowhere to escape.
The peach tree is a large peach tree from Mount Dushuo in the heavens, which connects heaven above and earth below, and is imbued with spiritual essence.
Her roots extend through all realms, even reaching the River of Oblivion in the underworld.
Isn't she just like the ancient immortals, born with knowledge?
She not only knows that all living beings in the world have great virtues and goodness that arise from pure energy, but also understands that human evil desires and animalistic thoughts originate from turbid energy.
The moment she condensed her spirit, pure and impure energies became one.
In the previous competition, Bingjing was still captivated by the novelty of the Fire Avoidance Diagram and stuffed several copies into Bitao's hands.
Those things were like early childhood education for Bitao.
She even knows countless poisons and aphrodisiacs in the world, and with just a little effort, she can make people unable to leave her and unable to quit.
In this world, there are countless methods of love, desire, obsession, lust, and evil that lead people to become addicted to the burning of the five aggregates. There is not one that Bitao is not familiar with or does not understand.
She wanted to pollute the "clear river," to completely break the wings of a golden crow, so that it could never fly out of her palm again, and could only be fed with contempt, which was easier than eating and drinking.
Ming Guangsheng was the most revered future Immortal Emperor by the ancient immortal race, with countless believers in the heavenly realm and numerous followers.
He is a "deity" in many celestial positions.
Bitao could imagine that at this moment, the heavens were watching her shamelessly embrace the "god" whom no one else could reach or dare to offend or defy.
How would Mingguang's followers break down and go mad, hating her to the core?
Destroying Mingguang would be easy; she only needed to tear open his robes, entwine her skin with his, and do everything she had always wanted to do to him.
Even if he is completely drunk and unable to do anything, Yin Han Gu will still judge the two as having "copulation" because they are not fully clothed, and thus cut off the transfer.
If that's the case, Mingguang's "divine body" can be destroyed within the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm.
Because a "deity" who was despised by all the immortals could not resist the wanton lewdness and humiliation, he could no longer be revered and worshipped.
Perhaps until the ancient immortal clan finds someone to replace Mingguang, Mingguang will continue to be protected and guarded by the servants.
But once someone appears who can replace Mingguang, this "former god" will immediately fall from grace and even be trampled and humiliated by the crowd.
After all, everyone in this world reveres gods, but they also love the drama of slaughtering gods and dragging them down from their pedestals.
Bitao's fingers traced Mingguang's completely relaxed back, stroking it inch by inch, her breath sinking several times before finally settling on his waist belt.
Her mind was racing, contemplating countless possibilities for the upcoming competition.
She envisioned several scenarios: she would use her complete control over Mingguang, and even before Mingguang broke through the Thunder Pattern Seal, she would use his "lack of choice" as a sharp knife to puncture the cancerous tumor of the Ancient Immortal Clan.
It shouldn't be difficult to get their future "Emperor" to target them, forcing the long-dormant ancient immortal clan to go mad and reveal themselves.
Before they abandon Mingguang, they will first reveal their true teeth because their "future Immortal Emperor" is being humiliated and manipulated.
Zhu Ming was always prepared in the Heavenly Realm. Once these people showed any signs of trouble, he would spare no effort to eliminate all "dissidents".
In this competition, as long as You Tian's meritorious immortal position is successfully entered into the Thunder Fighter Division as a general, he will succeed.
Then, those who attain the rank of Immortal through merit can truly gain a foothold in the Heavenly Realm, transforming from being exiled to the "Netherworld" into a force capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the ancient Immortal Clan.
Bitao joined forces with the immortals of Youtian, and from then on, she could truly shine. All the infamy from the Nine Heavens and the disdain of the immortals would submit to her under the absolute power and authority of the immortals.
At that time, she could even gain both fame and fortune, and have both human rights.
Just imagining the expressions on those people's faces when they see her makes Bitao feel extremely happy.
Her fingers slipped into Mingguang's waistband, and her lips kissed his exposed Adam's apple.
She knew all too well that Mingguang was the kind of person who was rigid and inflexible, and never knew what adaptability and flexibility were.
He faced the "expectations" of all the immortals in the celestial realm, and dared not cross the line for personal desires, because in his understanding, everything had rules and standards that could not be disobeyed or reversed.
To destroy this standard and these rules, all you need to do is establish a real relationship with him.
That should be enough to force him to accept the new "rules" that can no longer be changed.
A gentleman as rigid and stubborn as him, once he has a special relationship with someone, he will no longer back down, but will force himself to accept it, and even take responsibility for it.
Therefore, at this moment, physical intimacy between men and women is actually not important.
The important thing is that once Mingguang “takes responsibility,” Bitao can use him to achieve various goals.
This is incredibly profitable.
If we don't confirm it now, when will we?
But when Bitao kissed his mountain-like throat bone, she could feel his relaxation and unconsciousness.
Yet I couldn't sense any response from him that belonged to his "self".
He was so drunk that he didn't know what day it was, who he was, or who Bitao was.
He did not tense up or feel hot when Bitao got close, nor did he tremble uncontrollably when he touched her.
Now that the two are embracing so intimately, according to Bitao's understanding of him, he should be trembling uncontrollably, like a clam shell that can't be opened, trying to curl up his fragile flesh.
He was so self-disciplined and strict with himself, yet he craved the touch and embrace of others. Whenever he had intimate contact with her, he was filled with extreme panic and an uncontrollable desire.
In any case, it shouldn't be like this... ignorant and helpless, at the mercy of others.
This shouldn't be happening. With eyes open, my consciousness is lost in the unknown, like a puppet that can only breathe but can't move.
In her imagination, intimacy between two people should be a collision of souls, a deep longing for each other.
Bitao slowly stopped her movements, then cupped Mingguang's face in her hands and looked at him closely.
If Mingguang were to be brutally destroyed, dragged from the heavens to the mortal realm, stained with mud, and subjected to criticism, contempt, disgust, and humiliation, would he still be Mingguang?
She could easily win him over and make him unable to leave her, since he would soon lose everything and end up with nothing but her.
But would she really like a golden crow whose feathers are withered and dull and cannot shine?
Her love for Mingguang was filled with possessiveness and control, and even carried a touch of "mischievousness" towards the little fairy she had watched grow up.
He is not allowed to have any contact with anyone other than himself.
But her love was abundant, domineering, and powerful, which made it impossible for Mingguang not to accept it. Although it was not as warm and selfless as the dazzling sun, it was still quite presentable.
It is wrong to take advantage of someone in distress in such a despicable way.
She held Mingguang tightly, holding the golden crow she had finally captured. A thousand filthy, muddy thoughts swept through her mind—and when she finally looked up, they all vanished into his bewildered, bright, pale golden eyes.
Bitao loves Mingguang not only because the two were childhood friends, but also because he is like the golden sun shining brightly in the sky, warm and lofty, captivating people's hearts and minds, and leaving him would lead to darkness.
Therefore, in the end, Bitao still... couldn't bear to part with it.
She couldn't bear to break her golden crow's spine and tarnish its feathers.
That's all.
When you're really drunk, it's hard to keep going.
Forcing it is like swallowing a date whole; how can you possibly taste the true flavor of a delicacy?
Bitao finally released Mingguang, turned over and sat up, turned her head to look at his obedient and soft appearance lying on the bed, and smiled helplessly.
She leaned over, positioned his limbs, and then stretched out her finger, slowly tracing its path along the bridge of his high, straight nose. After tracing it several times, she finally managed to suppress the uncontrollable lust and restlessness within her.
She felt like she had become incredibly resilient.
She could remain still even with her beloved lying on the ground, she was practically a reincarnation of Liu Xiahui.
But even if she doesn't actually do anything, is there no way she can seduce him?
That's impossible.
Even if the golden crow is already in its cage, there are ways to keep it from flying out of your palm, even without breaking its wings.
Bitao's wisdom and schemes encompassed the cunning and treachery of all living beings in the world.
So she quickly got up, ran to the kitchen, found half a bowl of leftover grain rice from Mingguang's meal, and started a fire to cook porridge.
The immortals on the entire Nine Heavens Silver River breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, but the discussions, like a tsunami, grew even more intense.
"What's going on? I thought..."
"Aaaaaah... Thank goodness it didn't happen, otherwise I really would have gone and destroyed the world!"
"Destroy the heavens and the earth? If an immortal dares to destroy the heavens and the earth, the Heavenly Dao of all realms will lash you back to the state of a mayfly."
"Good, good, good, now I realize that the Fairy of the Peach Blossoms isn't so repulsive after all."
"What do we, Tao Tao, need you to feel disgusted or fond of? Bah!"
"I also thought the Fairy of Peach Blossoms would definitely...hehehehehehe..."
"Hmph, she wouldn't dare. Although Mingguang Xuanxian is dead drunk now, if he finds out what she did when he wakes up, he'll be so furious that he'll kill her!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, I respect the Peach Blossom Immortal as a true immortal, he can even hold back... I can hardly resist even through the Silver River Net, the Bright Light Mystic Immortal is really too well-behaved after getting drunk."
"How lively! How lively! But Fairy Bitao has been pursuing Immortal Mingguang for over a hundred years without taking advantage of him. This shows that she truly loves him."
"What's the use of love? She can only look at it like that. Mingguang Xuanxian is going to marry the ancient immortal Bingjing Zhenxian."
"Marry Ice Mirror? What a load of rubbish! Ice Mirror Immortal is already married to a mortal!"
"Really? Where is it? This place is boring! I'll track it down!"
"No, aren't you all curious? What exactly is the Fairy of the Peach Blossoms planning? To be honest, I've never guessed what she's up to..."
"Making porridge...you must be hungry?"
...
What was discussed on the Milky Way net, Bitao could not see but could guess at most.
She squatted there fanning the fire, planning what to do next.
Turn off the heat when the rice porridge is soft and the broth is thick and milky white.
The rice porridge was served in a small bowl, and a little cold water was scooped into it and placed inside.
Then she returned to the bedside, looking down at Mingguang with deep affection.
She reached out and touched his cheeks, which were burning hot and flushed from the alcohol.
They only stopped after they had had their fill of touching the object.
A moment later, she stood by the bed, picked up Mingguang's sword from the table next to the bed, and cut her waist belt in two.
She lifted her skirt and, with a "rip," tore the hem down to her armpit.
Then, while laughing at Mingguang, she tore her dress to shreds.
All the immortals on the Milky Way felt that the Fairy of the Peach Blossom had gone mad from "unrequited love".
When Bitao's dress started to hang loosely on her shoulders, she untied her hair, rubbed her head haphazardly, and made her long hair messy.
She grasped Mingguang's hand, stroked it for a while, her fingertips gently tracing the veins in his palm, and finally, with great care, kissed it to her lips.
Then, holding his hand, she pressed it down with her own, releasing some spiritual energy, and left terrifying palm prints on her ankles, knees, thighs, waist, shoulders, and especially her neck.
Finally, he even took Mingguang's hand and pressed it onto his own face, leaving what appeared to be an extremely brutal slap mark.
Most of the immortals on the Silver River were dumbfounded, having never seen such a madman in their lives.
But by this point, no one had figured out what she was planning to do.
After Bitao finished making the marks, she ran to the outer room, where the bowl of rice porridge was at the perfect temperature.
Bitao took the Mingguang sword and made several small cuts on her body. Finally, she cut her palm, drew some blood, and mixed it into the rice porridge.
After removing the rice grains, only rice paste mixed with fresh blood and appearing pale pink was left.
After cleaning up the kitchen, she smeared the mixed-blood rice paste on her body and clothes.
He returned to the bedside, dipped his hand in the remaining rice paste, and flicked it onto the bamboo mat and Mingguang's long robe.
She untied Mingguang's outer robe, removed his waist belt and trousers, but did nothing else, only making rice paste everywhere.
Finally, after washing the bowls clean, despite their "unsightly" appearance, and not minding the dirty rice paste, he climbed onto the bamboo bed, spread out the quilt, and lay down next to Mingguang.
Before going to sleep, she thought for a moment, then took off Mingguang's hair ribbon, wrapped it tightly around her wrist, and tied the knot with her teeth.
She even bit her lip, deliberately exposing all her injuries instead of healing them.
Then she snuggled into Mingguang's arms, pressed herself against him, and began to transmit wood spirit to him while guiding his metal spirit into her own body. She endured the hidden pain of her meridians being corroded, making their auras chaotic and indistinguishable.
If the immortals still don't understand what the Peach Blossom Immortal is up to after seeing this, they would be unworthy of their immortal positions.
"Aaaaaah—How could this happen?!"
"Ahhhhhh... No, no ...
"This is...too cruel! I can't even imagine what it would be like if Mingguang Xuanxian woke up and found out that he had 'forced' his stepsister..."
"That's too cruel, too cruel. I just thought that Fairy Bitao would do something to Fairy Mingguang, and then the two of them would become entangled in love and hate. I never expected..."
"That's so despicable! Mingguang Xuanxian, you absolutely mustn't believe her! She did the rice porridge and the injury herself!"
"Wow... even I think he's such a beast..."
...
When Zhu Ming saw this scene, he first frowned because Bi Tao had made herself look like a dog.
But then he realized what she was going to do, and his eyebrows involuntarily furrowed.
He couldn't even resist checking the time.
The immortals have just descended to the mortal realm, and less than half an hour has passed in the celestial realm. She hasn't even seen many of the ancient immortals yet...
They had already used a Mingguang Xuanxian to force a raging storm to rise above the Silver River.
"Let the official in charge of pardons prepare."
Zhu Ming laughed and turned around, saying, "Someone will soon be unable to resist slipping up."
In his Jade Bone Palace, the servants who had previously served Bitao had all been moved to a separate courtyard. The person speaking to him in the room now was the Eastern King, who had just returned from the Upper Clarity Realm.
Dongwanggong looked at Bitao and Mingguang, who were sleeping on the silver net.
A human head jumped a few times on the table and said, "She really is a good knife for you."
Zhu Ming laughed, puffing out his chest slightly, his head of gold and jade swaying wildly: "No, she is not my good knife, but her own good knife."
“Every cut she made was a stepping stone to her own ascension to heaven.”
“Mingguang is finished,” Zhu Ming said. “If Bitao really does what she wants and cuts off the Silver Han Net to do to him, he might still have a chance to resist and escape when he wakes up.”
"But he is perfectly fine now, and the heavens are watching."
And soon, he will think that he has done something to Bitao, and because of his guilt and remorse, he will be taken advantage of by her.
The ancient immortals, out of resentment for Bitao's deception of Mingguang, would try every means to eliminate Bitao or make Mingguang break through the thunder pattern talisman.
Looking at the silver net, Zhu Ming said to Dong Wanggong with some excitement and surprise, "She truly loves Mingguang. For him, she has humbled herself for a hundred years, bowing her head and scheming endlessly."
"I thought that given such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she would do anything to get her hands on him first."
"Although it might be a bit troublesome for the ancient immortal clan to deal with, getting what you want is the most important thing in life."
Zhu Ming murmured, "People say that a woman's infatuation is unspeakable, but now it seems that I underestimated her. A woman's infatuation does not necessarily have only one ending."
Dongwanggong clearly understood Zhu Ming's unspoken words, and clicked his tongue, saying, "Then I'll just wait and see what happens next."
"These nine heavens should have been cleansed of their stagnant, stagnant energy long ago..."
The Eastern King transformed into a physical form and snatched the plum blossom tea that Zhu Ming had brewed for him.
Under Zhu Ming's glare, his eyes were as deep and dark as an abyss, yet his smile was as clear and ethereal as mist.
He said, "But didn't I tell you long ago? Those who indulge in love will inevitably have their five aggregates burning fiercely. This fairy Bitao has clear five aggregates and a bright soul."
There was never any sign of falling into confusion or delusion.
That night, the heavens seemed to boil like water, but Bitao managed to get a good night's sleep, something she rarely did.
She had almost finished exchanging breaths with the two of them, and the annoying rice porridge had dried up.
She nestled in her beloved, warm and gentle light, sleeping soundly as if she had returned to the celestial realm more than two hundred years ago.
At that time, she was still a little peach branch who couldn't even transform into human form, but Mingguang often secretly brought her to Xuanhui Palace, and the two of them shared a bed like this.
Bitao, sleeping in Mingguang's arms, always slept soundly through the night, without a single dream, her sleep sweet and peaceful.
However, early the next morning, before Bitao had even woken up, she suddenly felt the person next to her move.
Then, the person next to him sat up abruptly as if he had been stabbed.
The bamboo bed creaked and groaned under the strain.
The person who sat up was thrown from the bamboo bed to the ground as if by some powerful force.
Bitao buried her head halfway in the blanket, pretending not to wake up, and went through all the sad things in her life before she could suppress a smile.
A moment later, she let out a "groan of pain," and before she even opened her eyes, a tear, which she was trying to hold back, squeezed out from the corner of her eye.
Then she mumbled, "Brother...no more...please...it hurts..."
The person who fell to the ground had just opened their eyes and was utterly shocked and horrified to find someone beside them.
Hearing the sound, he was so frightened that he kicked his feet and backed away, as if struck by lightning.
However, he crawled back a few steps before he had to stop, because his belt and trousers were not fastened properly. Now, with this movement, his wide-open clothes could still cover his body, but his trousers underneath, due to his frightened movement, had rubbed against his knees.
In that instant, Wei Danxin froze in that position, unable to react to the current situation.
At that moment, Bitao propped herself up on her arms and "laboriously" sat up.
With gritted teeth, swollen cheeks, and a bruised neck, she deliberately exposed her wrists, which had been tightly bound by a hair ribbon all night, and her tattered clothes, which were like those of a beggar elder, as she met Wei Danxin's bloodshot eyes, which were filled with rage.
Bitao seemed to be frightened by him and shrank back slightly.
Avoid his bloodshot eyes as he stares at you.
She bit her already injured lip, and blood gushed out instantly from the corner of her mouth, a truly glaring sight.
Her voice was hoarse, and she groaned in pain as she curled back into the blankets, as if afraid that Wei Danxin would once again "unleash his beastly nature" and pounce on her.
Wei Danxin is clueless about love and affection, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know what's going on in this situation...
He remained seated, his back stiff, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he pulled up his trousers beneath his robes, only to look down and see a few drops of congealed blood...
The veins on his arms bulged out one after another as if the earth were splitting and mountains were collapsing, and the red color spread from his sleeves and climbed up his neck to his face.
He stared intently at the solidified traces, his lips trembling slightly, his face burning a deep crimson.
The metallic taste in his throat had accumulated to its peak, and suddenly—with a "pfft"—he spat out a mouthful of hot blood.
The newly perfected state of being cracked open and collapsed in the blink of an eye.
Wei Danxin fell to the ground like a butterfly with broken wings, her front blouse stained with blood.
He's a beast.
He never imagined that he was a beast who had defiled and humiliated his stepsister.
For a moment, his consciousness became hazy, and a hidden inner demon began to grow. The pure energy within his body rapidly collapsed, and it seemed that he was about to injure himself and die.
Bitao was truly terrified by his reaction!
No longer daring to pretend, she nimbly leaped off the bed, her wrists barely untied, and her spiritual energy snapped the hairband as she knelt down to help Mingguang up and channel wood spirit into him.
In one swift motion, he struck several major acupoints around his body that were already beginning to crumble, severing the golden spirit caused by the master's chaotic consciousness.
Embrace him from behind, help him sit cross-legged, grasp his hands, and have him bring his hands together in front of his chest. Then separate them to his sides, palms facing outwards. ①
He led him in forming a hand seal, bit his tongue, and spat a mouthful of Wood Spirit's heart's blood, which he used to awaken Mingguang's scattered consciousness, onto his cheek.
A voice sternly spoke in his ear: "Lingbao Heavenly Venerable, comfort this body. This disciple's soul, five viscera, mysterious and profound. Azure Dragon brings good fortune, White Tiger protects the form. Vermilion Bird safeguards, Black Tortoise gathers essence! Blood and corpses stink, evil is lurking. The seven fluids are replenished, the five viscera are transformed. I hold the divine incantation, Yuan, Heng, Li, Zhen. Hasten, hasten, as the supreme and true law commands! Secure!"②
The purification spell, which dispelled evil spirits, suppressed inner demons, and solidified the body and soul, along with the healing wood spirit entering the body, finally managed to sever Mingguang's overwhelming will to die. ③
The metal spirit was guided into the meridians by the wood spirit, and the great acupoint was sealed by external force, reducing the decline. Mingguang's consciousness was finally regained.
But as soon as his consciousness returned, the thought of the horrific beastly things he had done without realizing it the night before made him feel as if his heart had been ripped apart and a thousand arrows had pierced his soul.
He was so enraged by his own actions that he coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Bitao hugged him from behind. Seeing him spitting blood and tears streaming from his bloodshot eyes, she felt as if she were dying, her heart breaking with grief.
When the golden crow finds itself bound by chains and trapped in a cage, unable to break free despite its struggles, it will die of exhaustion.
Bitao was incredibly grateful that she hadn't actually taken action to fulfill her wish last night. She had anticipated everything, but she hadn't anticipated that Mingguang would be so righteous and vengeful that he wouldn't even spare her.
If she really takes advantage of someone in distress, Mingguang will probably sever all ties with her, even to the point of death.
"Senior Brother, calm your mind and focus!"
Bitao hugged Mingguang from behind and whispered in his ear, "It was my own choice. Last night, it was consensual between us. You didn't force me."
You don't have to hurt yourself!
Bitao sensed that Mingguang could no longer sit still, so she cupped his face and turned him around, looking into his unfocused, pale golden eyes, and said, "I did it willingly, really!"
Mingguang wept uncontrollably, and all was silent.
Bitao's forehead was covered in cold sweat; he hoped he wouldn't die of anger so easily!
So Bitao had no choice but to say, "Fine... I seduced you."
"After you drank the Heavenly Rank Elixir last night, I saw that you were out of your mind and your spirit was scattered. I was overcome by lust and tried to seduce you into doing such a shameful thing with me!"
"It's my fault, Senior Brother, please wake up. Don't blame yourself, I was wrong..."
Bitao cupped his face and showered him with kisses, which landed densely on his brow, nose, cheeks, and water-streaked eyelashes.
What should we do?!
Bitao continued to supply him with wood spirit, speaking softly and sweetly, and helplessly hugging and coaxing him.
"Senior Brother...nothing happened between us last night." Bitao was forced to tell the truth.
She could find other ways to handle the competition, but if Mingguang died, wouldn't all her efforts have been in vain?
Bitao's lips brushed against his ear, her tone extremely ingratiating: "Good senior brother...can you just pretend I was never here?"
It took a full fifteen minutes to coax him!
The scene on the Silver River had caused a great uproar for several rounds, and it seemed that Mingguang had finally regained a sliver of his will to survive.
He didn't believe what Bitao said.
He propped himself up, sitting up straight, not daring to look at her, and even less daring to believe a single word she said.
How could nothing have happened between them?
The torn pieces of cloth were right beside her; they were his... headband, which had been tied around her wrist before.
Her body was covered in wounds and bruises, all bearing his fingerprints. How could this be considered voluntary?
It's likely that he drank the Heavenly Grade Elixir, went mad and lost his mind, revealing his true nature and forcing her...
How could he do something so beastly?
He did such a thing, yet he expects a humiliated woman to save him and comfort him, saying she did it voluntarily, and even that she had never been there before.
No matter how determined Wei Danxin was to die and end his own life, he was awakened to the will to live by Bitao's coaxing and compromise.
He'll be rid of it all if he dies, but... but what about her?
Having been so humiliated by him, and even having fallen for someone else and about to commit to them, what could she do?
Wei Danxin suppressed the metallic taste in her throat and gathered the golden spirit within her body. Although she was still ashen-hearted and utterly disgusted with herself, she had no intention of ending her own life again.
He stood up, his hands trembling as he haphazardly fastened his belt, his whole body swaying slightly in embarrassment and pain, as if a jade mountain was about to collapse.
But the first thing he did after he finished tidying up was to go into the courtyard, use his spiritual power to send messages to his father, Wei Xiao, the leader of the Supreme Sword Sect, and the Daoist Yue Junya.
Let them come here.
Whether we kill him or grind his bones to dust, we can't hide this from the two elders.
After all, that woman... that woman he abused was his stepsister.
This is precisely what pains Wei Danxin the most.
He's not only worse than a beast, but he also disregards all moral principles.
A person like him should not exist in this world.
Bitao followed not far behind him, watching as he actually sent a message to the sect leader Wei Xiao and her mother, the Daoist Bu Er, and scratched her head anxiously.
This wasn't the outcome she envisioned...
Instead, she and Mingguang reached an agreement to "not tell anyone" because of this "accident".
She knew that Mingguang cared about social norms and ethics, so before she came last night, she smashed the marriage stone that Le Junya and Wei Xiao had made.
It was the Daoist Yue Junya who gave her the Marriage Stone, and told her that if the Marriage Stone was broken, their vows would be broken, their spiritual energy would go their separate ways and enter their own bodies, and they would no longer be Daoist partners.
Originally, the Marriage Stone wasn't so easy to smash, but there wasn't any deep affection or friendship between the Taoist Master Yue Junya and Wei Xiao.
The two were merely partners, each holding back their own secrets. Their vows were just a formality, easily shattered.
They are no longer partners, so she and Mingguang are no longer step-siblings.
But Bitao originally didn't intend to talk about this... She planned to use ethical principles to imprison and control Mingguang for her own purposes.
Finally, tell him that they have not violated any ethical norms.
Unexpectedly, Mingguang... had no intention of hiding it at all.
He would rather be tried or even killed than admit to having committed evil deeds and then try to escape and conceal them.
This was indeed unexpected for Bitao.
But when she looked at Mingguang, and saw him struggling to maintain his broken and shattered spirit, he found her a piece of clothing to cover her body.
Bitao felt that this was indeed reasonable.
Isn't that what Mingguang is like?
That's how he should be.
This is the true nature of her—a bright, pure, and awe-inspiring golden crow.
Bitao did not accept the clothes. Although things had deviated from her plan, it did not prevent her from going with the flow.
She looked at Mingguang and said, "I really did it voluntarily, don't worry about it. When your father and mother arrive in a little while, don't say anything out of line. Just say we were confused for a moment."
Wei Danxin still dared not look at the person in front of her.
But he was somewhat shocked to hear her speaking up for him at this time.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked at her.
Seeing her purplish-black neck and cracked lips, he looked away as if he couldn't accept it, and pursed his lips tightly.
His brow furrowed in self-reproach, and his body stiffened with self-loathing.
Bitao understood what he meant; now he wouldn't believe anything she said.
This was exactly the result Bitao wanted.
Bitao smiled and said softly, "Senior Brother, it's really nothing. These things just look scary but don't actually hurt. They're just for fun."
"I like it, isn't that enough?"
I wish I hadn't made it this bad.
The effects of overnight healing are not going to subside quickly.
After hearing this, Wei Danxin was so amused by Bitao's absurdity that she couldn't help but look up at her again.
Bitao smiled and said sincerely, "I like anything you make. Please don't say anything out of line later, I'll do the talking, okay?"
As Bitao spoke, she grabbed Wei Danxin's hand.
She had hugged him to save him.
She showered him with kisses and showered him with sweet words, weighing as much as she could.
At that time, Wei Danxin was in excruciating pain and her senses were numb, so she didn't have a strong reaction.
Now, being pulled by the hand feels like being bitten by a snake, and I quickly pull my hand back.
He turned his head to the side, and the veins on his neck and temples bulged instantly. He swayed slightly on the spot, then threw the outer robe he was holding onto Bitao's head, covering her completely.
Bitao: "..."
Wei Danxin: "..."
Bitao stood still, and she could even imagine what Mingguang's expression must be like now, how ashamed he must be.
She even wanted to tease him, saying, "Once this veil is put on, it's time for my husband to lift it..."
But before Bitao could say anything, the restrictions in the courtyard were suddenly triggered.
Then, a burst of fire-attribute spiritual energy swept over like a tidal wave, threatening to reduce the entire courtyard to ashes!
"You little bastard! Get out here right now—"
Following closely behind the exploding fire elemental spirit was the vast water elemental spirit, which gently enveloped the raging fire spirit that was about to rush towards Mingguang, silently dissolving it.
"Junya, don't be impulsive. Ask the children first..." Wei Xiao, the leader of the Supreme Sword Sect, also appeared in the courtyard.
He was shocked to receive a brief and concise message from his son.
But he ultimately sided with his son and blocked the doorway.
He was born with refined features, and although he was over forty, the fine lines around his eyes did not make him look old, but rather gave him a mature and graceful appearance.
His expression was gentle and refined, and his character was dignified and graceful.
His wide, silver-white robe billowed open, his aura as magnificent as the ocean tide, as vast and all-encompassing as the sea.
"Wei Xiao, you old scoundrel! Get out of my way!"
Le Junya was engulfed in raging fire spirits, and was furious.
Her beautiful face was now contorted with rage, her eyes blazing with fury: "You little beast you raised! I pitied his severe injuries, and his Earthly Realm was so firmly locked in that I gave him a Heavenly Grade Flowing Elixir to help him break through and heal. But when he got drunk, he revealed his true nature, his madness raged, and he insulted my daughter!"
"If I don't skin him alive and tear him apart today, I'll be unworthy of being a mother!"
Looking at her mother, who was filled with murderous intent, Bitao thought to herself that her mother was indeed a gift from Heaven; even she herself was impressed by her mother's acting skills.
If it weren't for the vivid memory of their conversation last night, Bitao would have almost doubted whether she had truly been insulted and whether her mother had genuinely come to avenge her.
Wei Xiao, the leader of the Supreme Sword Sect, clearly believed that Le Junya was truly enraged. He dared not move an inch, fearing that if he were not careful, his only son would be torn to pieces and burned to ashes by the furious Daoist Bu Er.
Two powerful cultivators at the Earthly Realm Level began their duel in this small courtyard, showing no mercy.
To avoid being caught in the crossfire, Bitao decided to take Mingguang to hide first.
Let's wait until the two of them have finished their "perfunctory" routine before we talk about it.
As it turned out, Mingguang was a blockhead and convinced that he was the one who had made a mistake. Not only did he not dodge or avoid it, but he also walked into the courtyard and knelt down directly in front of the Taoist priest Yue Junya.
“I am worse than a beast. Do as you please, Master Bu Er.”
"Danxin, get inside!" Wei Xiao was already struggling to stop the Taoist priest, and when he saw his son rushing over and kneeling down despite the danger, he was so angry that he almost fell backward.
The sleeves, billowing like a tidal wave, swept up Wei Danxin, who was kneeling on the ground, and pushed her behind him.
Seeing this, Yue Junya became even more furious. She quickly formed hand seals, condensed a fire spirit ball, and slapped it directly into Wei Xiao's chest.
In order to protect his son, Wei Xiao was caught off guard and took the blow. Water and fire are incompatible, and his meridians were immediately disordered and broken. With a "poof", blood splattered all over his front.
However, Wei Xiao did not get really angry even at this point. Despite having blood in his mouth, he still spoke gently: "Jun Ya, calm down first. We need to hear what the children have to say."
Le Junya landed on the ground from mid-air, her twin swords burning fiercely, aimed directly at Wei Xiao and his son.
"You little beast, you've already admitted it yourself, what else is there to say?! If you don't move aside, I'll turn you into a human stump today!"
Bitao: "..." Good mother is almost done.
Judging from the situation, she realized that Wei Xiao might not be able to defeat Le Junya in a real fight.
If we really kill these two, then there'll be no fun left.
Bitao rushed out at the right moment, blocking the way for Bu'er Daoist. Facing her murderous fire spirit, she cried out, "Mother, please don't kill Senior Brother..."
When the Taoist priest saw his daughter's "appearance," he was filled with genuine and intense rage.
I wish I could really skin those two, father and son, alive.
But when he met Bitao's bulging eyes, he took a deep breath, frowned, and said, "You're injured like this, yet you're still protecting those two beasts!"
"Mother, please don't kill anyone, and... you can't blame it all on Senior Brother. I... I was willing too."
"What nonsense are you spouting? Were you forced by him?! Come here right now!" the Taoist Master Bu Er ordered Bi Tao.
Bitao shook her head, desperately trying to wink at Bu Er Dao Ren.
That's enough, Mother. Quickly stop your supernatural powers, Mother!
The commotion here was too great. Bitao had already seen many people from the sect gathered on the suspension bridge, peering into the courtyard.
It's best not to air this "family dirty laundry" yet.
Le Junya finally shook her head in exasperation: "My dear daughter, you are just too foolish and kind!"
The two blazing swords in the hands of the Taoist Master finally fell down.
Wei Xiao, standing behind Bi Tao, breathed a sigh of relief.
Wei Danxin looked at Bitao, who was blocking her way, with a complicated expression, her lips trembling.
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