The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 473
Chapter 473: Windchaser’s Matching Collar
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The two locked eyes coldly, tension crackling between them.
The gathered crowd felt the immense pressure weigh down on them, making it difficult to breathe.
No one knew what had happened between them to turn them against each other so suddenly.
Palace Master Jin Huan spoke lazily, “It seems I am different from True Monarch Yao Guang. After all, she was the one who got stabbed.”
Yao Guang sneered, “Oh? And yet, you dare not reveal your filthy intentions!”
Murderous intent flickered in both their eyes.
The auction manager, eager to smooth things over, approached with an obsequious smile. “Our next item is the highlight of the event. I hope the two of you will show some restraint.”
Yao Guang sat back down, absentmindedly holding a yellowed painting scroll.
“Who stabbed High God Yao Guang? Was it you?” Xie Yu Zhou, ever the gossip enthusiast, eagerly inquired.
Lu Chao Chao widened her eyes. “He tried to set me up!”
“Back then, I wanted us to become sworn siblings, but neither of them agreed.”
“Later, Yao Guang challenged me to a duel.”
“She instructed me to meet her at Without Folly Cliff under the moonlit willows, so we could settle things once and for all.”
“At that time, the Heavenly Dao was on the verge of collapse. I was restless.”
“So, I arrived early—only to find him setting up a formation on the cliff!”
“He arranged flower petals in strange patterns and muttered incantations—I was sure he was activating a secret technique!”
“We were old friends, yet he dared to plot against me!”
“Furious, I stabbed him on the spot and sent him tumbling off the cliff. The next day, I performed my sacrifice.”
Lu Chao Chao still fumed at the memory.
It was infuriating!
[I saw you as a friend, yet you schemed against me! Good thing I was alert, or things could have gone terribly wrong!]
Xie Yu Zhou shuddered, cautiously asking, “What kind of flowers? What formation?”
Lu Chao Chao thought for a moment. “Red flowers, arranged in a heart shape. Must’ve been some wicked ritual! He even lit candles all around!”
Xie Yu Zhou: …
Recalling how he once mimicked her behavior as the Pleasure Palace Master, he suddenly felt secondhand embarrassment.
[I copied her, meaning I tailored my actions to her preferences.]
[And she wanted him to be her ‘brother’…]
Xie Yu Zhou: …
Seeing her clear, innocent gaze, he let out a deep sigh.
“I pity them,” he murmured, speechless.
[Being smitten with her is like falling for a stone.]
[Inside and out, completely oblivious.]
[She’s only four this life. No chance of awakening to such things.]
“Now, the main event of the auction—I’m sure everyone has already guessed what it is?” The auctioneer’s soft voice sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd.
“As the world knows, the heavens favor one particular race. Their cultivation is smooth, without tribulations or inner demons, and their lifespans are exceptionally long.”
“To dual cultivate with them means avoiding some tribulations.”
“Some say, one can even share their lifespan.”
“This race is the Elves.”
The audience erupted in cheers.
The advantages of the Elves had become widely known. Among high-ranking cultivators, gifting an Elf had become a prestigious gesture.
The Elves had been reduced to mere commodities.
Bi Xin clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her flesh.
[We share the same roots, so why do they treat us this way?]
The crowd roared, “Elves! Elves!”
The auctioneer raised her hand slightly, silencing the crowd instantly.
“To capture these Elves, Chief Steward Chen nearly lost his life, and our Pavilion Master was severely injured. If anyone possesses top-tier medicine, we are willing to trade immediately.”
Someone in the audience called out, “Treasure Pavilion wouldn’t be making this up just to raise the price, would you?”
“Elves are gentle and peace-loving, known for their aversion to battle. How could they have injured your Pavilion Master?” Skepticism flickered across the crowd.
The auctioneer sighed. “The Elves somehow found eighteen highly skilled cultivators to protect them. Their power was formidable.”
“It took a relentless battle of three days and nights to eliminate them.”
“The Pavilion Master suspects the Elves have found a powerful backer.”
“This uncertainty has made us hesitate.”
“We fear bringing unnecessary trouble to the Treasure Pavilion.”
“We captured thirty-two Elves alive, including—their King!”
The crowd gasped, eyes ablaze with fervor.
At the auctioneer’s command, six cages were wheeled onto the stage, each draped in black cloth.
“Unveil them!” she commanded.
The divine iron cages glowed coldly under the lights, their harsh brilliance making the captured Elves shield their eyes.
“Elves truly possess a sacred beauty. No wonder people enjoy keeping them as pets.”
“Tsk, tsk, shall we three co-own an Elf?”
Whispers spread through the audience.
Yuan Yao’s eyes burned red with fury.
The Elves’ fair skin gleamed like jade under the lights, their elegant figures and flawless features leaving many speechless.
The stark contrast between the dark iron cages and the pristine Elven captives made the scene all the more jarring.
“That one holding the scepter—that must be the Elf King! Stunning, but clearly untamed!”
“The Elf King is mine!”
“No, he belongs to me! I can’t wait to taste the Elf King! Hahaha…”
But many turned to glance toward the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
In the Spirit Realm, they held supreme status, yet they had not placed a single bid throughout the auction.
Now, the meaning was clear.
They had come for the Elf King.
Madam Ning’s scepter had lost its luster, a trickle of blood trailing from her lips. Her eyes brimmed with despair.
The Eighteen Mud Dolls had only held the enemy off for three days.
She had underestimated the greed of the world.
Bi Yue lay limp against a cage, one leg broken. “I wonder how Bi Xin is faring?”
“The heavens have abandoned the Elves.”
“The gods turn a blind eye to our suffering…” she laughed bitterly.
“I have failed you all. You sought me out with such hope, yet I am powerless. I am not the salvation of our people.”
Madam Ning’s face was filled with guilt.
A sudden thought echoed in her mind—
[If the Mud Dolls are harmed, I will sense it. I will come to stand for Grandmother.]
Her dear Chao Chao was only four years old.
Surely… she wouldn’t have come to the Spirit Realm, would she?
True Monarch Yao Guang, finding no amusement in the auction, hugged the painting and prepared to leave.
“Yao Guang, let me see that!” Palace Master Jin Huan stood up, chasing after her.
Outside, murmurs of commotion arose.
From the balcony, various demons stood, rising to their feet in unison to welcome someone.
“It’s the Demon King! He has returned after years of absence!” Cultivators grew uneasy.
[Demons are never to be trusted.]
[His presence is a cause for concern.]
A man in a striking red robe strode forward, exuding a wild, carefree arrogance.
His long red hair was braided into strands.
“Your presence graces us, Demon King.” The Treasure Pavilion’s host greeted him personally.
Yet, the Demon King spared him not even a glance, reclining lazily on a soft chair.
“He looks familiar…” Lu Chao Chao tilted her head, something feeling off.
“Impossible!” Xie Yu Zhou rejected the thought outright.
“Our family’s only red-haired creature is a dog.”
He was firm in his declaration.
But Lu Chao Chao’s gaze locked onto the faintly visible collar around the Demon King’s neck.
Then, she grinned.
Hahahaha…
Someone actually had the same collar as Windchaser!