The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 455
Chapter 455: Her Old Acquaintance
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Lu Chao Chao shivered.
[Oh, foolish dragon, what have you done now?!]
Not wanting to marry, yet coveting someone’s dowry? No wonder you’re facing calamity—you deserve it!
Lu Chao Chao dared not dwell on it too much. If her suspicions were correct…
Tsk, tsk…
That foolish dragon’s fate in this life… truly pitiful. Heh heh… She suddenly had an inexplicable urge to watch the drama unfold.
Outside the hall, a presence drew near. Feng Wu instantly transformed into a little flower spirit, hugging her knees and pitifully gazing at the door.
Sensing her aura, Zhu Mo’s eyes lit up with joy. “Little flower spirit, you’ve taken human form?”
Her long hair cascaded down, barely covering her delicate waistline.
Zhu Mo’s face turned red. Hastily, he removed his outer robe, wrapped it around her, and lifted her into his arms.
“My apologies, this is my fault. The clothes I made for you are at home.”
The little flower spirit, barefoot, let her fair, tender feet dangle playfully.
She secretly winked at Lu Chao Chao.
Lu Chao Chao covered her eyes. [This is not something a four-year-old should be seeing!]
[Little phoenix, you sure have skills. Weren’t you just clothed a moment ago? Sigh, I mourn for my poor foolish dragon.]
Lu Chao Chao absolutely refused to admit that she was enjoying the spectacle!
Outside the hall, a young eunuch hurriedly announced, “Your Majesty, Clan Leader Lou has escorted the disciples from the Spirit Realm into the palace. The court officials are already waiting outside the Bright Light Hall.”
Lu Chao Chao’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.
The Spirit Realm… her true homeland.
Palace attendants guided her to Bright Light Hall, where court officials stood solemnly, heads bowed.
“Long live Your Majesty! Long live, long live, long live forever!”
At the center of the court stood a young disciple clad in pale blue robes.
Lu Chao Chao caught sight of his attire and momentarily froze.
“This… is your new emperor?” The disciple’s voice was crisp, but laden with doubt, even mockery.
“My master said that when he left home years ago, the Southern Kingdom was the most powerful nation. And now… it has fallen to such a state that a four-year-old girl has ascended the throne?”
The young disciple, his robes fluttering, exuded a cold and ethereal presence.
“The Southern Kingdom remains the strongest nation in the mortal realm to this day,” Official Ming stated gravely.
“Strong? If it’s truly strong, why would it let a mere child rule?”
He chuckled lightly.
“Forgive me, Empress. I hail from the Spirit Realm and am not bound by mortal customs. I kneel to Heaven, to Earth, and to my master—but not to mere mortals.”
Visiting the mortal world was already a miserable task.
A cultivator could seclude themselves for centuries, while mortals… most could not even live for a hundred years. Insignificant as ants—who would kneel to ants?
His words turned the faces of the gathered officials ashen with anger. General Lou took a deep breath, suppressing his fury, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes reddened with rage.
“Immortal Master, the mortal world is on the brink of devastation. Do you know when our ancestor will descend to aid us?” Official Ming gave General Lou a subtle shake of the head, forcing him to close his eyes.
The young immortal lifted his brows slightly and swept his long sleeves. “Our ancestor holds considerable status in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. He cannot simply leave.”
“However, his heart remains with the Southern Kingdom, so he sent me to observe.”
“I have already inspected the barrier—it will collapse completely within three months.”
“But worry not, my master holds the Southern Kingdom dear.”
“However, the barrier’s fate is too great for one man to decide.”
“He specifically sent me to retrieve an item—perhaps it may change your plight.” The young immortal smiled.
“What item? If we possess it, Immortal Master, please—” One official began to speak, only for Official Ming to shoot him a fierce glare.
The official immediately fell silent.
If an immortal coveted something, it was surely no trivial matter!
The young immortal’s lips curved slightly. “I have heard that the mortal realm enshrines the Heart of North Zhao, an artifact said to purify all filth. If this item could cleanse the inner demons of our great cultivators, surely… they would lend a hand to the mortal realm.”
“No!” Official Sang rejected the idea outright before the immortal even finished speaking.
“The Heart of North Zhao must not be touched!”
Official Sang had heard many rumors, and all shared one truth—the Heart of North Zhao must never be disturbed.
The immortal sneered. “So, the survival of the entire mortal realm is worth less than a mere rock?”
“You expect my master to toil in the Spirit Realm while offering nothing in return? At the very least, you should show some sincerity.”
Official Shen quickly tried to mediate. “Immortal Master, it is not that we are unwilling. The Heart of North Zhao is a sacred relic—it cannot be moved. But if you fancy anything else, take it freely! Even if you wish to take my old bones with you, I would go willingly.”
“What use would I have for you? Disgusting!” The immortal flicked his sleeve, his expression cold as frost.
His master had entrusted him with this task. If he failed even this, how could he face him?
“I shall tell you this—the barrier has not yet fallen, but the Demon Realm has already set its sights on the mortal world. Consider it carefully. In three days, I shall return to the Spirit Realm with my report.”
His gaze swept over Lu Chao Chao, his contempt evident. From beginning to end, he had completely disregarded her.
Lu Chao Chao was not angry. The excitement and anticipation in her heart faded considerably, replaced by a bitter chill.
[Things have changed… The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is not what it once was.]
When the Heavenly Dao collapsed, countless ancestors from the sect had sacrificed themselves to save the Three Realms. Those who survived… had now fully established their own dominions.
Lu Chao Chao’s interest waned. [So, the first order of business upon returning home… is to clean house?]
After the immortal left, the court officials wore grim expressions.
“According to ancient records, the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were meant to uphold justice and eradicate evil. They were the noble faction of the Spirit Realm. But now… it seems reality does not match the tales.” Official Yue sneered.
“The Spirit Realm is not what it once was. Back then, when the Sword Sovereign was alive, just hearing her name would make disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect tremble.”
“Now, the sect has lost its former spirit.”
“That young immortal looked down on mortals as if we were insects. Sigh… And to think his master left with the Southern Kingdom’s accumulated spiritual treasures.”
“Empress Sunshine, you certainly kept your composure,” an official remarked with a sigh.
Lu Chao Chao grinned. “I’ve been through this before—I have experience.”
“Nan Mu Bai came to North Zhao acting the same way. And now?”
Everyone fell silent.
“And now the throne is mine.”
The Southern Kingdom’s officials: [Our knees have been shot. This boomerang came right back at us.]
“This concerns the survival of the mortal world. Perhaps we should persuade Emperor Xuan Ping? The Heart of North Zhao has been enshrined for a millennium—sending it to the Spirit Realm should be safe.” One minister suggested.
“I second this.”
“I second this.”
Countless officials knelt, all except the Divine Attendant Clans, who remained standing.
“Officials Ming, Lou, and Yue, is there something you know that we do not?” The Grand Tutor frowned.
The Divine Attendant Clans were connected to the gods—they might know something crucial.
Official Ming let out a deep sigh. “Long ago, the gods commanded that this secret must not be revealed. But now… we have no choice.”
“When the Three Realms faced calamity, the mortal world collapsed first.”
“It was the Heart of North Zhao that upheld the mortal realm.”
“The Heart of North Zhao… is the backbone of the human world.”