The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 492
Chapter 492: Chao Chao’s Unfilial Son
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“Demon Realm! You and I are irreconcilable enemies!”
Lu Chao Chao’s eyes brimmed with tears as she cursed aloud.
“Windchaser has never suffered while following me. But now, in the Demon Realm, who knows how much hardship he’ll endure?” Her small face scrunched up as she thought of Windchaser being taken away, and her heart ached terribly.
Xie Yu Zhou muttered softly, “Following you, he was starved nine times out of ten.”
“His back is hunched now, do you know why?”
Lu Chao Chao blinked her teary eyes. “Because I rode on him? Was I too heavy?”
“Nope. He carried too many blames. Wetting the bed—it was blamed on him. Not finishing homework—his claws were accused of tearing it up…”
Lu Chao Chao’s eyes flared with fury.
Xie Yu Zhou whistled innocently and looked up at the sky.
[I knew it. People don’t like hearing the truth.]
“Hmph! You’re horrible!” Lu Chao Chao glared at him before following the others down the mountain.
Today, many sword cultivators were injured. Fortunately, the sect had its own healers, and order was quickly restored.
Lu Chao Chao stood before an elderly man with white brows. His presence was as immovable as the foundation of the sect itself.
“Little girl, you are a mortal. What brings you to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?” the elder asked.
A young sword attendant behind him answered, “Master, it was Junior Brother Xu Fan who brought her up the mountain. She is the emperor of the Mortal Realm and has come due to the outpouring of evil miasma.”
The elder froze.
His once-bent back immediately straightened, and his gaze locked onto Lu Chao Chao, filled with a sorrow so deep it seemed to suffocate him.
He waved his hand, signaling the young attendant to step back.
With solemn reverence, he stood before the four-year-old girl and clasped his hands in a respectful salute.
“Master, this is improper!”
“You are a True Monarch of a thousand years! She is merely a four-year-old empress; she cannot bear such a courtesy!” the young attendant protested in alarm.
The elder shook his head. “She can. This is the debt Ten Thousand Swords Sect owes her.”
“Young lady, Ten Thousand Swords Sect has wronged you. We have wronged all the people under heaven. I, Dao Sovereign Qing Yang, offer my sincerest apology on behalf of the sect.” He bowed deeply.
Dao Sovereign Qing Yang?
Lu Chao Chao muttered to herself. That was a title given later in life—she had no idea what this old man’s real name was.
“It was the Sect Master’s decision, Master. You had no power to stop it. You even fought him over it, yet you could not prevent it,” the young attendant said, his eyes reddening with fury.
“Regardless of whose decision it was, it was made under the name of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect,” Qing Yang sighed deeply, as if aging countless years in that moment.
“Bring some spirit wine and snacks,” Qing Yang said, his gaze drifting toward Wu Wang Mountain.
“Are you going to pay respects to her again? You go countless times a year. Now that the Divine Realm has forbidden private shrines in her honor, you must be careful,” the young attendant warned as he handed over the prepared offerings.
“I fear nothing. I have no hope of ascension. My days are numbered anyway.”
Hearing this, the young attendant silently turned his head and wiped away tears.
“Grandpa Qing Yang, can Chao Chao go with you?” The little girl asked innocently.
Qing Yang looked into her clear eyes. For a moment, he was lost in a daze and found himself agreeing without hesitation.
“Come with me.” Qing Yang took her hand, carrying the offering box in the other as they climbed the mountain.
“You all wait in the courtyard. Chao Chao will return at dawn!” she called back before hopping along up the path.
The higher they climbed, the brighter her smile became.
This was her Wu Wang Mountain.
At the peak, shrouded in mist, the elder performed a hand seal, and the two of them stepped into the mountain’s hidden grounds.
The moment they entered, an overwhelming spiritual energy filled the air.
Following the stone path deeper inside, Lu Chao Chao saw the sight that haunted her very soul.
A massive peach tree stood in the courtyard.
It was the blooming season, and the wind carried countless pink petals, blanketing the ground in a soft carpet.
A wooden swing beneath the tree swayed lightly in the breeze.
In her mind, she saw it again—the past.
She lay lazily on the swing while commanding her seven disciples to massage her shoulders and legs.
Laughter and joy filled the courtyard as disciples chased each other around.
“Chao Chao, come sit inside,” Qing Yang called. By now, they had become quite familiar with each other along the way.
“Set the offerings on the table and pour the wine on the ground.”
She followed his instructions one by one, unknowingly paying respects to herself.
“Grandpa Qing Yang, have you ever met Sword Sovereign Sunshine?” The little one asked sneakily, guessing that Qing Yang was old enough to have known her.
Qing Yang sat back in a reclining chair.
“I have.”
“Back then, she was unparalleled in talent, and all her disciples were prodigies. I… was unremarkable.”
Qing Yang seemed lost in memory, a faint smile on his lips.
“I was just an ordinary inner disciple, quiet and withdrawn. I often ran errands for the Sword Sovereign between the mountain and the outside world. She loved the snacks from town.”
“For sword cultivators, mastery of the blade is the key to survival. Yet, the Sword Sovereign was never stingy.”
“Every time I returned, she would secretly give me extra guidance in swordsmanship.”
“I was never her disciple, yet I learned so much from her.”
“I thought life would go on peacefully like that forever…” Qing Yang’s voice grew heavy, the sorrow in his eyes nearly overwhelming.
But then—
“The greatest talents of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect perished in that war. Including her…”
Even after all these years, Qing Yang still wept when he spoke of it.
“Only the weak, the elderly, and the young remained in the sect, struggling to survive. It was her achievements that made the Three Realms hesitate to strike, granting the sect a brief respite.”
“At that time, though the sect was weak, we were united. We lived only to uphold the Dao and protect the world.”
“Even the calamity that nearly destroyed us could not break our spirit.”
“Yet in the end, it was desire that shattered the sect.”
“Do you know who the current Sect Master is?” Qing Yang asked, not caring whether the four-year-old could understand.
“It’s Ming Kong. He was the son of the old Sect Master.”
“The Ten Thousand Swords Sect was founded by the old Sect Master and Sword Sovereign Sunshine. No one knew their true relationship, but in front of the Sword Sovereign, he was always deeply respectful.”
“Thus, the Sword Sovereign was the true core of the sect.”
“When the Heavenly Dao collapsed, the old Sect Master and the elders sacrificed themselves to save the world. The child left behind was Ming Kong.”
“Ming Kong…” Qing Yang shook his head in disappointment. “He is nothing like his father.”
“Since I received guidance from the Sword Sovereign, my cultivation surpassed the remaining disciples. The position of Sect Master fell to either me or Ming Kong.”
“But Ming Kong… he had a powerful godmother.”
Lu Chao Chao tilted her head. She didn’t remember Ming Kong having a godmother.
“Who was his godmother?” she asked while swinging on the wooden seat.
“It was the Sword Sovereign herself.”
Thud!
Lu Chao Chao tumbled off the swing, covered in peach petals, grinding her teeth. “WHO is his godmother?!”
“Ming Kong himself said that he had once sworn allegiance to Sword Sovereign Sunshine as her godson.”
“The old Sect Master and the Sword Sovereign were close, so such a pledge was deemed normal. The entire sect then recognized him as the rightful leader.”
“!!”
“To hell with that!” she cursed.
She went to sleep as herself and woke up with an unfilial son?!