The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 472
Chapter 472: Her Dearest Friend
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The National Advisor paid the entrance fee and led the group into the auction hall.
At the center was the auction platform.
Scattered cultivators filled the surrounding hall, some wearing masks, others hidden beneath cloaks.
The private balconies above provided an excellent view. Exquisite railings, translucent veils fluttering in the air—through the delicate fabric, the silhouettes of young maids could be faintly seen standing attentively.
“The balconies are reserved for the noble clans.”
“Over there—that’s High God Yao Guang, one of the last three remaining True Monarchs.”
“That side belongs to the Demon Realm. They say the Demon King has not appeared for many years.”
Then, pointing toward a section where countless beauties stood by the windows: “That is the domain of the Pleasure Palace Master.”
The Pleasure Palace Master lifted her curtain, revealing a strikingly beautiful face.
Lu Chao Chao frowned slightly.
“She’s actually a good person, but—ugh, she’s so fake.” Lu Chao Chao rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
Xie Yu Zhou was surprised. Was there actually someone Lu Chao Chao found annoying?
Lu Chao Chao leaned in close, whispering near Xie Yu Zhou’s ear. “Hmph, don’t be fooled by her dazzling beauty—she’s an expert at pretending!”
“Pretending about what?” Xie Yu Zhou looked puzzled.
Lu Chao Chao furrowed her brows in deep thought. “I once had a friend—Yao Guang.”
“I traveled far and wide, and we developed quite a connection. At one point, I considered him my closest friend.”
“Then, he met a woman named Jin Huan.”
Xie Yu Zhou stole a glance at the woman reclining on the couch, her fair arm resting lazily over the armrest—stunning beyond words.
“The Pleasure Palace Master?”
Lu Chao Chao nodded glumly.
“I was happy to have another friend, but she constantly compared herself to me—always imitating me!”
“When we first met, she said she and Yao Guang were like brothers and told me not to mistake her for a lady.”
“But then…”
“She copied my outfits, wore the same hairpins—ugh…”
“Still, aside from being a copycat, she’s actually quite nice.”
“Once, while hunting demons, I got injured because I was careless. She carried me down the mountain all by herself—her clothes and hair drenched in sweat, yet she never uttered a complaint.”
Xie Yu Zhou felt something was off.
“The Pleasure Palace Master and High God Yao Guang—so they’re good friends?” Xie Yu Zhou muttered.
Before he could even finish, a nearby cultivator gasped in shock. “Nonsense!”
“Those two are mortal enemies!”
Lu Chao Chao: ???
Impossible!
“Would I lie to you? They’ve been fighting for over a thousand years! Every time they meet, it’s a life-or-death battle!” The cultivator sighed with some regret.
“They say that a thousand years ago, they were the closest of friends. But now? Not even a shadow of their past bond remains.”
Lu Chao Chao was utterly baffled. Had they really fallen out?
Just then, a commotion broke out in the distance.
“High God Yao Guang has arrived! Must be here for another relic of the Sword Sovereign. Wherever there’s a relic of Sword Sovereign Sunshine, he’s always there!”
A man, elegant and refined, with star-like eyes but an icy gaze that repelled all who dared approach.
“Please, True Monarch.” The steward respectfully gestured.
Yao Guang ascended the stairs, indifferent to everyone.
“They say he’s already half a step into divinity. Yet, for some reason, he never ascends.”
Whispers filled the hall.
Xie Yu Zhou leaned close to Lu Chao Chao. “So, this is your dearest friend? The one collecting all your relics?”
“Not anymore.”
Lu Chao Chao waved her hand dismissively, shaking her head—a clear refusal to dwell on the past.
Xie Yu Zhou remained puzzled.
The moment Yao Guang stepped into the private balconies, his gaze landed on Jin Huan, veiled in sheer silk. His face darkened instantly. “Disgusting! Change my seat!”
“True Monarch, all the upper seats are taken,” the steward said apologetically. Indeed, Yao Guang and the Pleasure Palace were irreconcilable.
What grudge did they hold against each other?
“If anyone is willing to switch, I shall offer them a supreme-grade elixir.” His voice was crisp and unwavering.
The moment the words left his mouth, someone next door immediately responded. “I’ll switch.”
Without a backward glance, Yao Guang left.
The powerful auras of both figures weighed heavily on the audience—every time they met, sparks flew.
The Pleasure Palace Master toyed with her wine cup, eyes flickering with disdain.
“Putting on airs again! Who is he trying to impress? She’s not even here!”
“Palace Master, I heard tonight’s auction features a painting—a piece personally drawn by Sword Sovereign Sunshine. It’s one of a kind, never before unveiled.”
Jin Huan played with her wine cup. “Get it at all costs.”
“Yes, Palace Master.” The maid at her side bowed.
Soon, a graceful young woman took the stage. She was quick-witted, eloquent, and skilled in stirring excitement.
“Honored guests, welcome to tonight’s auction! We have rare treasures, relics of the great, and even a most anticipated divine artifact.”
“Our first item for auction—Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill.”
Though her cultivation was weak, the auctioneer had a knack for raising bids and setting the atmosphere.
One by one, treasures were sold.
Lu Chao Chao, bored to the point of drowsiness, perked up as the auction neared its end.
“Our next item—a painting.”
“Ordinary in appearance, devoid of any divine power.”
“Yet priceless—because it was personally drawn by Sword Sovereign Sunshine. And once unsealed, it will vanish forever.”
“It seems… Sword Sovereign never wanted it to be opened.”
Unsealing it meant its destruction.
“Starting price—one spirit stone!” The auctioneer smiled. It wasn’t an insult to Sword Sovereign, but rather—its true worth was beyond measurement.
“Thirty thousand!”
“Sixty thousand!”
“One hundred twenty thousand!”
“Two hundred thousand!”
As the price soared, all eyes turned to the balconies. Yao Guang and the Pleasure Palace had yet to make a move.
Until—
“One million!” Yao Guang’s cool voice rang out.
The Pleasure Palace maiden lifted her veil. “One million three hundred thousand!”
“Two million!!”
To them, spirit stones were like pebbles. Lu Chao Chao clutched her chest.
“Wastrels! Absolute wastrels! Millions for a mere painting? Why didn’t they ever donate to me back then!”
She fumed, then fell silent, lost in thought.
“Four million—plus a supreme-grade Worry-Free Herb!”
The hall erupted in gasps.
The Worry-Free Herb—a treasure that could purge heart demons, a dream of high cultivators.
“Anyone else willing to bid higher?” The auctioneer called thrice.
“Sold to High God Yao Guang.”
The Pleasure Palace fell into gloom. Jin Huan lifted her veil, her beauty silencing the room.
“So, does the Worry-Free Herb no longer work for you?”
“You’re just one step from ascension—will you truly let your heart demon keep you bound?”
Gasps filled the hall.
The pure-hearted High God Yao Guang had a heart demon?
The scroll was placed into his hands. Yao Guang stroked it gently, his gaze softening.
Jin Huan’s eyes flashed. “What right do you have to judge me?”
“You and I—we are no different!”