Chapter 133: The Mysterious Visitor
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“Leave at once, vile spirit! You stand in the heart of North Zhao. Depart before you face a dire fate! The National Temple’s Abbot is on his way, flee now!” The young men’s voices quivered as they tried to sound brave.
The atmosphere was tense.
This spirit was so fearsome that other spirits either fled from his path or bowed in submission.
The men trembled, unable to look him directly in the eye.
Moments earlier, an evil spirit had blocked his path. With a mere gesture, the spirit vanished, evaporating before their eyes.
“Who is he?”
“The soul returns…” His voice, ethereal and haunting, barely more than a whisper, echoed the mantra.
“The soul returns…”
“Stop! The North Zhao Royal Palace is ahead; you cannot enter!” Lu Yan Shu stood firm, his figure bathed in a brilliant golden glow that contrasted sharply with the dim surroundings.
“The soul returns…” The man in black continued forward, unfazed.
His gaze was piercing, causing Lu Yan Shu to wince as blood trickled from his eyes.
[His presence is unbearable. What is he?]
As Lu Yan Shu fought to maintain his stance, he could hear the thuds of his companions falling.
“Brother…” He thought he heard his sister’s voice as his vision blurred.
In that moment, his consciousness flickered, and he glimpsed her face.
Nearby, the Fourth Prince lay unconscious as Lu Chao Chao scurried over, quickly checking on her brother’s health, finding his breathing shallow and his spirit shaken.
[Is he a deity? Or something else?] The question plagued Lu Chao Chao.
How could a benign deity wander like a malevolent spirit?
He moved with a spectral disconnection, his chant continuous as he brushed past the environment.
“The soul returns…”
His silver hair flowed and his robes fluttered as he drifted aimlessly, his expression vacant.
“Wha’ you findin’?”
Lu Chao Chao called out, trailing him, yet he seemed deaf to her voice.
[Could he really have been searching for centuries?]
“Which deity are you?”
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Lu Chao Chao persisted, driven by curiosity.
“You…” She faltered.
[This isn’t a true deity. Perhaps, it’s a deity’s fixation, lingering for millennia?]
“The soul returns…” The spirit wandered aimlessly through the city, a lost soul amidst the turmoil.
He wandered into the palace, then back into the streets, questioning every person, every tree, every flower, and every whisper of the wind.
Lu Chao Chao kept up with him, watching him pause at Marquis Zhongyong’s entrance.
“Are you looking for someone here?” Her voice mixed challenge with mischief.
She followed him inside, her eyes lighting up in amusement at an unexpected sight.
“Hehe, my scummy father is in trouble…” Lu Chao Chao chuckled, observing Lu Yuan Ze’s predicament.
“Oh, the old madam is in the Buddhist Hall, praying to my doll instead of a Buddha statue. Your prayers lack sincerity…” She teased, noting the humorous mix-up.
She also saw Su Zhi Qing passed out, mourning over a piece of infant clothing, engulfed in her sorrow.
He continued onward, stopping in the room once belonging to Lu Chao Chao.
“You’re in my room!” Lu Chao Chao exclaimed, hands on her hips, her tone playful yet assertive.
He materialized suddenly, filling the space.
Inside, Lu Jing Yao, only a year and a half old, lay restlessly, her young heart burdened with troubles.
The figure lingered silently.
“Are you here for Lu Jing Yao?” Lu Chao Chao asked softly, her voice low.
He looked at her but departed silently.
Lu Chao Chao scratched her head, bewildered by his reaction.
He halted again at the Lu family’s doorstep.
“You cannot enter!” Lu Chao Chao’s voice was resolute, blocking his way.
“This is my home. You must leave!”
“You are an obsession turned demon. I won’t harm you, but you must go!”
“Or else, I’ll have to take action,” she added, her voice softening into a warning.
Yet, he remained unresponsive.
Lu Chao Chao, feeling uneasy, summoned a surge of spiritual energy, stirring the winds and clouds.
Despite her human form, using such power risked divine retribution.
Suddenly, the figure, sensing the energy surge, paused and looked up.
His typically vacant gaze flickered with a hint of life.
Lu Chao Chao spoke sternly, “Tell me, I can help you find it. But you can’t enter my home.”
“If you don’t listen, I might have to scold you, understand?”
“You, an ancient obsession, should dissipate… How long have you been searching?”
“One thousand years?” No response.
“Two thousand years?” Silence.
“Three thousand years?”
Before she could continue, she noticed his slight nod.
Lu Chao Chao gasped.
“You’ve been searching for three thousand years?”
[Could any deity’s obsession endure so long?]
“Soul has… returned…”
Lu Chao Chao thought she heard a long sigh, perhaps from the skies above, or maybe it was just her imagination.
“The soul has returned?” She wasn’t sure if she heard that last phrase right. However, when she looked again, the figure had disappeared.
Dawn broke, and the rooster crowed, sunlight dispelling the shadows.
As the light touched the spirits, they shrieked and dissolved into green wisps of smoke, scattering to the winds.
Lu Chao Chao stood, perplexed by the experience.
“Who was that?”
Most of the deities she knew had once been her disciples.
[They were so different when young.]
Lu Chao Chao’s resolve hardened: “If I find out, there’ll be consequences!”
As sunlight flooded the earth, the Fourth Prince, rubbing his head, muttered, “Did I faint yesterday too? Why does my head hurt?”
Lu Chao Chao blinked, guilt flickering across her face.
[Oh, I knocked him out! But that’s a secret.]
“Quick, we need to hurry, Mama is about to wake up,” Lu Chao Chao whispered, covering her tracks.
[Power means little against Mama’s discipline.]
She raced back to her room, discarded her clothes, and flopped onto the bed to feign slumber.
Since the dangers began, Madam Xu had been extra vigilant, never allowing Lu Chao Chao to venture out alone.
At that moment, Madam Xu stood by the bed, eyeing the muddy shoes, her brows raised in suspicion.
“I’ve heard that truly sleeping people keep their hands raised…” Madam Xu mused.
Under Deng Zhi’s astonished gaze… Lu Chao Chao slowly lifted her hands towards the sky.
Lol cant fool a mama