The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 551
Chapter 551: The Heavenly Net
“From where have you ascended, cultivator?”
Lu Chao Chao held her sword close, replying calmly, “Spirit Realm, Ten Thousand Swords Sect.”
The Heavenly General cast a glance at her, his expression tinged with sympathy. “Those from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who ascend are all in the Fifth Heaven. Go seek them.”
Years ago, the name of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was a badge of honor.
Now, it was a poison—untouchable, shunned.
Lu Chao Chao offered her thanks before flying toward the Fourth Heaven.
She stood upon her sword and retrieved a small clay figurine from her robes. The figurine’s features mirrored her own precisely.
“A clay figure passed through the Divine Mirror…” She muttered to herself, startled.
Only upon reaching the outskirts of the Fourth Heaven did she release Zhu Mo and Windchaser from her spatial storage.
Zhu Mo was utterly shocked. “Your space can evade Celestial Sovereign Han Chuan’s Divine Mirror?!”
Lu Chao Chao blinked innocently. “I just walked through.”
Zhu Mo’s face filled with disbelief.
What kind of mustard seed space could evade that?
Windchaser and Zhu Mo split up to gather intelligence on the Celestial Realm, while Lu Chao Chao made her way to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s disciples.
…
Fifth Heaven.
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect held a peculiar standing in the Celestial Realm. With only a few inquiries, someone led her to the sect’s gates.
She had expected a grand and imposing sect.
Uh…
How to describe it?
It still carried that distinct air of poverty.
The frugality of sword cultivators—it could never be concealed!
“You’re a newly ascended disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect? Really? It’s been ages since anyone ascended!” The young gatekeeper’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
“I’ll inform Martial Uncle.”
Moments later, Lu Chao Chao was invited inside.
As she surveyed her surroundings, the young boy, now slightly bashful, explained, “The sect isn’t what it used to be. Please bear with it.”
“Ah, your timing is unfortunate.”
“Had you come earlier, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect stood in glory. Now…” The boy sighed heavily, his heart filled with sorrow.
“Let Martial Uncle explain it to you later.”
“Master and all the senior uncles have been taken to the Celestial Prison.” The boy poured tea as he spoke.
Just as he finished, footsteps sounded outside the door.
A single glance was enough—this was a sword cultivator. The sword aura radiating from him was overwhelming…
And he looked both stingy and poor.
“You claim to be a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect? Do you have proof?” Martial Uncle Lin’s sharp gaze carried suspicion.
Lu Chao Chao calmly retrieved the sect’s token and handed it over.
Understanding the current state of the sect, she did not hesitate. She demonstrated two movements from the Sunshine Sword Technique. Every disciple of the sect trained in this technique, though most could only master the first three forms, depending on their talent.
Only her seven disciples had learned the entire set.
The wariness in Martial Uncle Lin’s eyes dissipated, replaced by warmth as he took her hand and guided her to sit.
“What happened to the sect? Why did Ming Kong’s soul tablet suddenly shatter?!” Once ascended, the Celestial and Spirit Realms were separated by a divine barrier, preventing casual communication.
Lu Chao Chao looked at him in surprise. “You truly don’t know?”
“He attempted to flood the Mortal Realm with corruption, forcing it to bear the burden meant for the gods!”
“That wretched fool!!” Just moments ago, Martial Uncle Lin had looked upon her with concern. Now, his face twisted with rage.
Unable to contain his temper, he slammed the table with such force that it shattered into dust.
The boy outside wailed, “Martial Uncle! Control your temper!”
“We barely have any decent tea sets or furniture left for guests!”
Martial Uncle Lin waved him off sheepishly, though his fury remained visible.
“That disgraceful wretch! How dare he?!”
“Tens of thousands of mortal lives—such a colossal slaughter! How could he?! Our Ten Thousand Swords Sect is not wholly pure, but we have never bred such evil!”
“And he—he was the only child of our Founder!!”
Years ago, the Sword Sovereign and the Founder established the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, raising countless disciples. The Sword Sovereign possessed immense cultivation but refused to ascend.
Martial Uncle Lin had been among the disciples who did ascend.
The Founder, though mediocre in cultivation, excelled in managing the sect.
His sole heir was Ming Kong.
“How could he betray the Founder—the sect?! That wretched disgrace deserves death! If the Sword Sovereign knew, she would be heartbroken. She always held mortals dear…”
“Who killed Ming Kong?” Martial Uncle Lin finally asked the most pressing question.
Lu Chao Chao smiled. “A four-year-old girl, I heard.”
Clatter.
The tea cup slipped from Martial Uncle Lin’s hand and shattered instantly.
“You… you said who?”
“A four-year-old girl. Yes, four years old. Do you know her name?” Martial Uncle Lin asked, voice trembling as he hastily shut the door.
“Go open the sect’s protective barrier—no, never mind, that would be too obvious.” He waved his hand in frustration.
The boy at the door hugged his sword. “Martial Uncle, we don’t have money to activate the barrier.”
Martial Uncle Lin…
Awkwardly, he shot a glance at Lu Chao Chao before scolding, “Nonsense! Get out and guard the door. No one is to enter. Our sect… is definitely not poor.”
The boy stifled a laugh and obediently shut the door.
Martial Uncle Lin, looking embarrassed, muttered, “Don’t listen to his nonsense. Our sect in the Celestial Realm is not poor.”
His explanation was dry and unconvincing.
“Tell me, who killed Ming Kong? That four-year-old girl—yes, four-year-old. That’s correct, isn’t it?” He murmured, almost to himself.
“She has returned to the sect. Her name is Lu Chao Chao.” The young girl spoke softly.
With just that single sentence, tears streamed down Martial Uncle Lin’s face.
“It’s truly her… it’s really her. Chong Yue and the others succeeded… Good, good, good… She must hide, she must hide well!”
“She cannot ascend to the Celestial Realm—under any circumstances! The gods have woven a Heavenly Net to capture her!”
“Those ungrateful, treacherous wretches… they wish to destroy her!”
Lu Chao Chao remained silent.
[I am right in front of you. Do I still resemble the past?]
“Martial Uncle Lin, are you alright?” Lu Chao Chao pulled out a small handkerchief and handed it to him. Martial Uncle Lin clutched it tightly—it was rather… childish.
Embroidered on it was a little girl riding a dog.
“I’m fine. I was just too emotional. You must never speak of having seen her, understand?” Martial Uncle Lin warned gravely.
Lu Chao Chao nodded solemnly.
“The Celestial Realm… has changed.”
“They can tolerate her death, but not her life.”
Martial Uncle Lin let out a deep sigh.
“If she were dead, countless honors would be bestowed upon her name. No one holds grudges against the dead. They would even venerate the sect she built…”
“But alive—she threatens too many interests.”
“Her merits surpass the heavens. Greater than the sky itself, and thus, she is feared.”
“Those disciples who defied fate to revive her… have been cast into the Celestial Prison. Now, Han Chuan condemns her as heartless and seeks to lure her to the Celestial Realm to be executed.”
“Her weakness… is her disciples.”
These words made Lu Chao Chao shut her eyes abruptly.
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