The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 456
Chapter 456: Captive Elves
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“If that is the case, not only can we not act recklessly, but we must also send more guards to strengthen our defenses.”
“If the barrier is broken and someone covets the Heart of Northern Zhao, what should we do?”
“The Heart of Northern Zhao cannot be given away—then what about the barrier?”
“Could it be… our ancestors truly intend to abandon the Southern Kingdom? The entire nation has upheld them with all its might, yet now…”
The court fell into heated debate.
Yet, the thoughts of many were already forming. If even his disciples behaved with such arrogance, then surely the Ancestor himself had little regard for the Southern Kingdom.
As voices clashed in the hall, Lu Chao Chao sat in her seat, tilting slightly. Suddenly—
Her body stiffened, and her gaze sharply turned toward the Spirit Realm.
From beyond the barrier, bursts of colorful light pierced through, scattering in all directions.
General Lou was the first to sense the anomaly. Without hesitation, he rushed out of the grand hall, his face darkened. “Demons! The demons have breached the barrier and entered the mortal world!”
“Your Majesty! The Lou Family is a lineage of divine attendants. Though our spiritual energy is thin, we possess expertise in exorcising demons. I beseech you to grant me command to lead my kin and purge the wicked!”
“Granted.” Lu Chao Chao approved immediately.
That night, as she lay upon the Dragon Bed, thoughts churned within her heart.
Elven Island
The Elf Tribe possessed a secret technique, one that bordered on the divine.
Due to their naturally high affinity with spiritual energy, they could pass through most barriers with ease. And it was precisely this gift that had allowed them to enter the mortal realm.
Madam Ning, clutching her scepter, returned to Elven Island, only to be met with an eerie sight—
Darkness loomed, a vast shadow covering the land.
“In my inherited memories, the elves have always lived in a paradise—a land of pristine mountains and flowing rivers. This place…” Madam Ning furrowed her brows, sensing a discrepancy between reality and the visions in her mind.
Her memories showed a sunlit forest, where elves dwelled amidst towering ancient trees.
Yet here, the land was shrouded in black mist, as if some unspeakable beast lurked within the darkness.
The island was empty, yet she felt an unsettling gaze upon her, an invisible force monitoring her every move.
Bi Yue and Ling Long exchanged glances, their eyes red-rimmed, lips trembling.
“This… this is not our home. Our home is in the Forest of Light,” Bi Yue whispered, her voice quivering.
Madam Ning knitted her brows tighter. Yet, she could sense the presence of countless elves here, even newborns among them.
“This is Elven Island,” Ling Long murmured darkly.
“Twenty years ago, the Forest of Light fell. Our people fled in chaos and later took refuge here.”
“But after only three years, this sanctuary was discovered.”
“From that moment, we became nothing more than livestock, kept in captivity like mere animals. Our people live in perpetual fear—fear of being captured, fear of being sold like commodities.”
Madam Ning froze, gripping her scepter tightly.
“Most of our people are peaceful by nature, their cultivation barely sufficient for self-defense. Only Bi Yue and I, possessing higher cultivation, were able to sneak out and seek you.”
But the rest remained, trapped like lambs awaiting slaughter.
A crushing weight settled over Madam Ning’s heart, making it hard to breathe.
Guided by Bi Yue, she passed through layers of barriers.
“Tribe Elder, come out… I’ve brought our king home.”
“Bi Xin, come out—your sister has returned!”
At Bi Yue’s hushed calls, rustling sounds emerged from the dense foliage.
Cautiously, heads peeked out from the shadows—wary, guarded gazes fixed upon them.
Yet, as they sensed the familiar aura of their king, courage took root, and one by one, they stepped forward.
“Our King? Bi Yue, you found the Reincarnated King? Has our king passed their tribulation?” A small elf fluttered their wings, hesitantly asking.
The Elf Tribe was known for their innocence and purity, yet fear clouded their eyes now, breaking Bi Yue’s heart.
“Yes! Quickly, pay respects to our king!”
“It truly is the king! I can feel it—the king’s presence! It’s real!” cried the leading child, their voice carrying through the air.
One by one, elves emerged from all directions, rushing forward to kneel before their returning ruler.
Bi Yue searched the crowd anxiously and turned to the elder white-haired elf at the front. “Tribe Elder, where is my sister Bi Xin?”
At her words, the elder’s cloudy eyes welled with tears.
“Not long after you left, those cultivators infiltrated the island disguised as you. Bi Xin… was taken away by them!”
Bi Yue’s body trembled as her strength drained, face turning ashen. Ling Long, however, turned on her heel, prepared to depart immediately.
“I must find my sister! She’s still a child—she must be so scared! Those beasts! They wear the guise of noble cultivators, yet they are nothing but animals!” Ling Long broke into sobs.
“What will you accomplish? With your meager strength, you wouldn’t last three rounds! Ling Long! The Elf Tribe cannot afford to lose another soul!” Bi Yue shouted through her tears, forcing down her sorrow.
The elves around them bore witness, their once-innocent eyes now hollow and numb.
Suddenly, a piercing sound rang out.
The elves paled in terror.
“Enemies are here! Activate the barrier!” the Tribe Elder bellowed.
Wings fluttered in unison as the elves worked together, weaving a protective barrier around the island.
Above Elven Island, a massive Treasure Ship materialized, blotting out the sky like a harbinger of doom.
A rotund cultivator stood at the helm, fawning over a shadowed figure. “Look, true sovereign, the island is filled with elves, all under our control.”
“You may take your pick.”
“Elves possess longevity and are beloved by the heavens, making them invaluable for cultivation.”
“And, of course, their beauty is beyond compare—each one is a treasure worthy of your grandeur.”
The figure in the shadows spoke coldly. “Choose five of the finest.”
“Your generosity humbles me! That will be six million spirit stones in total.” The fat cultivator chuckled, accepting the storage bag eagerly.
“Hide the children! Quickly! Get them to safety!” The Tribe Elder cried, his voice desperate.
The young elves, barely learning to fly, had already mastered the art of hiding in fear.
From birth, they had lived under the shadow of terror and death.
They feared the men upon that ship, for with a mere gesture, they could steal their kin away.
One of the men on board smirked at the flickering barrier below. “A mantis trying to stop a chariot? Ridiculous.”
With a casual wave of his arm, the barrier shuddered, cracks spreading like fractured glass.
“The King!” Bi Yue cried out.
Madam Ning had no time to hesitate. Raising her scepter high, she channeled all her power into the faltering barrier, reinforcing it.
“The Elf King has returned!” The fat cultivator nearly jumped in excitement, his eyes gleaming with greed.
“True sovereign, your luck is unparalleled!”
“The Elf King has a lifespan of three thousand years and unparalleled fortune—only you are worthy! However… the price…”
Madam Ning’s fury erupted. “Insolence!”
“The heavens witness all! Do you not fear divine retribution for your heinous crimes? I will report this to the Divine Realm!”
The shadowed figure chuckled, amused. “Report to the Divine Realm?”
“Take the Elf King—no matter the cost!”
With a flick of his wrist, countless cultivators descended upon the island, their attacks relentless.
Elven Island trembled, a prison for its people.