The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 493
Chapter 493: Execute Her
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Lu Chao Chao was so enraged that she could barely form words.
“Son? Son, my ass!”
“Where’s my sword? Where’s my sword? I’m going to cut him down!” Lu Chao Chao spun in circles in frustration, leaving Qing Yang staring at her in stunned silence.
“Sword Sovereign Sunshine accepted a godson, why are you so angry?”
Lu Chao Chao…
The young girl pursed her lips, her teeth grinding in frustration.
[I am still a maiden! Who has a son?!]
[Who will stand up for me?!]
Sometimes, things were truly unfair.
Damn Ming Kong, ruining my reputation!
“So, he used the title of Sword Sovereign Sunshine’s godson to become sect master? Good, very good.” She let out a laugh of pure fury, her smile chilling and devoid of mirth.
“The old sect master had great cultivation but only had a son in his twilight years. He spoiled him terribly. At the time, his cultivation wasn’t strong enough to command respect.”
“Only by sacrificing Sword Sovereign Sunshine could he intimidate the masses.”
“As for whether he was truly the godson of the Sword Sovereign, no one could verify.”
Lu Chao Chao’s face remained taut, peach blossoms drifting onto her head and shoulders.
While Dao Monarch Qing Yang was lost in nostalgia, Lu Chao Chao crouched under the peach tree, digging furiously.
Before long, a pile of dirt had formed at her feet.
Suddenly…
Dao Monarch Qing Yang straightened in his seat.
“I smell a strong scent of Hundred Fruit Wine.” This wine was brewed from hundreds of spirit fruits of the Spiritual Realm. The scent was potent and rich, as if aged for a thousand years.
Lu Chao Chao unearthed several small jars from the soil.
“Want some?” She grinned. These were her precious collection from years ago.
Dao Monarch Qing Yang’s eyes widened.
“How did you know there was fruit wine buried here?”
But Lu Chao Chao didn’t bother answering. She simply pulled off the red cloth sealing a jar, releasing a powerful and intoxicating aroma.
Dao Monarch Qing Yang gulped hard.
Lu Chao Chao handed over a jar. “Try it. The color has turned golden—it’s top-tier now.”
Dao Monarch Qing Yang received it with trembling hands, carefully pouring himself a cup.
The golden hue was comparable to the divine nectar of the Celestial Realm.
He took a small sip, his eyes lighting up instantly. “Excellent!”
He drank a few more gulps before sighing. “You little girl, are you a treasure-seeking mouse reincarnated? I’ve been holding memorials here for a thousand years, and I never realized there was fine wine buried under the peach tree.”
Lu Chao Chao took one sip and her face flushed red, her skin burning hot.
Clutching her wine jar, she fell back onto the ground, slurring, “O-of course… what don’t I know?”
“Cheers! Hehe, cheers…” She swayed unsteadily, raising her cup to toast Dao Monarch Qing Yang.
“Drinking like this is boring… w-wait a moment.” Lu Chao Chao staggered outside.
A thousand-year-aged brew was already intoxicating. Dao Monarch Qing Yang was beginning to feel light-headed.
By the time he opened a second jar, Lu Chao Chao had returned, hauling a massive leg of meat over her shoulder.
The leg was enormous, but in his dazed state, he couldn’t quite discern what kind of spirit beast it came from.
Before long, a fire was blazing in the courtyard.
Lu Chao Chao skillfully seasoned and basted the meat.
The two of them ate and drank heartily.
Dao Monarch Qing Yang was completely drunk, even dancing with his sword under the moonlight. The white-haired elder looked almost ethereal as he moved. Lu Chao Chao, hiccuping, clapped her hands.
“Good, good, a wonderful dance!”
Saying that, she tossed aside her bone, wiped her hands on her skirt, and pulled out the Sunshine Sword.
The petite girl always felt her height limited her power. After some thought, she retrieved the mask given to her by the National Advisor.
With the mask on, her stature instantly grew taller.
The blue-skirted girl transformed into an elegant, graceful young woman.
Like a startled swan or a flowing dragon, she performed a sword dance under the moon.
Crack…
Dao Monarch Qing Yang’s sword slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground. He stared blankly at the silhouette in the moonlight.
“S-Sword Sovereign!” He rubbed his eyes, whispering in disbelief.
“Tonight, I must be too drunk. I actually see the Sword Sovereign dancing before me… Good, good, let me indulge in this dream.” He grabbed his sword and sparred with her.
Sometimes he laughed heartily, other times he took deep swigs of wine.
It wasn’t until deep into the night that Dao Monarch Qing Yang, cradling his wine jar, fell asleep in the reclining chair.
A smile lingered on his lips. Tonight, he had dreamed of his faith.
Lu Chao Chao hiccupped, clutching her wine jar and sword as she stumbled down Without Folly Mountain.
She moved silently, without alerting anyone, as she entered Ming Kong’s cave dwelling.
“Let me see… just what kind of deal you’re making with the gods?” She slipped in without a sound.
The spiritual energy inside the cave was no weaker than that of Without Folly Mountain.
Extravagance filled the space, revealing Ming Kong’s love for luxury—a stark contrast to the austere life of sword cultivators.
“Unfilial son! You disgraceful wretch, how dare you pretend to be my son?!” she muttered as she walked.
A faint divine aura lingered within the cave.
She concealed her presence.
Despite her drunken haze, Lu Chao Chao’s pupils contracted sharply. Within Ming Kong’s cave… were numerous elves!
What in the world was he doing?!
She could vaguely hear Ming Kong speaking.
“Immortal Sovereign, this is the last batch of elves. Take a look, is the one you seek among them?”
Lu Chao Chao sensed a divine presence scanning the captives.
“Not the one I seek.” The voice seemed to echo from the Upper Realm, distant and indistinct.
“There must be an elf missing,” the deity insisted.
Ming Kong frowned. “The Elven Island has already been completely raided. This is the final batch. Every one of them possesses exceptional talent and beauty.”
“Could it be… her?” A flicker of surprise crossed Ming Kong’s eyes.
“A few days ago, during the auction at the Treasure Pavilion, a dark elf appeared.”
“She was unlike any other elf—her martial prowess was terrifying. Alone, she destroyed the entire Treasure Pavilion and took all the elves!”
“Could she be the one you seek?”
The deity’s presence suddenly shifted.
“A dark elf? Strong in combat?! Yes, it’s her! Capture her at all costs, annihilate her!” The deity’s voice dripped with killing intent. No longer benevolent and compassionate, it now carried an unmistakable demonic aura.
Ming Kong had only learned of this through Xuan Cang’s report after he fled.
“Immortal Sovereign, why must the elves be eradicated? Have they committed some unforgivable crime?” Ming Kong had long been curious and finally voiced his question.
A powerful pressure descended upon him, making his hands tremble.
The deity scrutinized him.
“Immortal Sovereign, what could you possibly still hide from me?”
“You ordered the elves captured, I seized Elven Island for you.”
“You said High God Chong Yue was a problem, I used my ties to the Sword Sect to summon him to the mortal realm and ensnare him…”
“Even…”
“Slaying gods.”
“I have wagered everything to follow you. There is no turning back for me.”
“Can you still not trust me?”
After a long pause, the deity finally spoke. “Sovereign Tian Xing foresaw that she carries elven blood.”
“She must be executed before she grows stronger. Otherwise…”
“She will overturn the entire Divine Realm!”