The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 474
Chapter 474: She Bears the Bloodline of Elves
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Within the dark prison cage, countless elves were confined.
“Had I known this would happen, I would never have sought the king’s return. At least the elven bloodline could have been preserved…”
“Now, with our lineage severed, the elves will vanish from the Three Realms forever,” a tribesman murmured sorrowfully while cradling a small, oblivious elf in his arms.
The little elf, innocent and unknowing, remained blissfully unaware of their dire plight.
Bi Yue whispered, “The king has left behind a bloodline in the mortal realm…”
The elves immediately raised their heads, a flicker of hope igniting in their despondent eyes.
Bi Yue had refrained from speaking of it before, hoping to safeguard what remained of their lineage.
Yet now, it had turned out to be true.
“Perhaps she does not yet realize her identity,” Bi Yue murmured. Elves required an awakening; otherwise, some bloodlines would never discover their true nature.
It was an instinctive form of self-preservation.
“Alas, I have never seen the king’s offspring.”
“Perhaps it is better this way… blissful ignorance,” Bi Yue muttered under her breath.
“I wonder how my sister fares?” A lone tear slipped down her cheek.
“Can we take a closer look at these elves? Otherwise, how can we be certain of their authenticity?” A man’s voice rang out from below the auction platform.
The auction house’s female attendant frowned. “Treasure Pavilion has never engaged in deception; all items are carefully examined!”
The auction master nodded in agreement.
With a smile, the woman announced, “If any esteemed guests wish to take a closer look, feel free to step forward.”
“The Divine Iron restrains their power. Soon, we shall use the Elven Rite Language to unveil their true forms.” At present, the elves appeared only as extraordinarily beautiful individuals, their wings yet to manifest.
Hearing this, some exchanged lecherous glances.
Elves were all the rage in the Spirit Realm now. Owning one was a symbol of prestige.
Perhaps they wouldn’t even get the chance to buy one, but a close-up view was satisfaction enough.
A throng surged forward, though many cultivators, mindful of their status, remained in place.
Lu Chao Chao, accompanied by Bi Xin and Yuan Yao, moved closer.
Bi Yue’s delicate face was obscured beneath a black robe, a silver mask covering her features, but her unusual eyes gleamed with an enigmatic light.
The eyes of elves bore a hint of deep blue.
“An elf’s waist is slender enough to grasp in one hand, her small face filled with unspoken words… If I could keep one at home, I’d die happy…” a man muttered, salivating as he stared at the caged women.
Seizing the moment, he reached through the bars toward Bi Yue’s chest.
“Ah!” Bi Yue shrieked, recoiling in terror.
But the moment her back met the cage, searing pain lanced through her flesh, leaving behind a blood-red burn.
The cage was specifically crafted to subdue elves.
Bi Xin’s eyes turned red with fury, her fists clenching so tightly they trembled.
She was moments away from charging forward when—
“Uncle, why are you touching the elf?” Lu Chao Chao’s innocent voice rang out.
The cloaked man, realizing he was now the center of attention, scowled in irritation. “Nonsense! When did I touch her?”
“I saw it.”
“Aren’t you afraid your pregnant wife will get mad?” Lu Chao Chao blinked up at him. “And Uncle, aren’t you just a live-in son-in-law?”
Under the hood of his black robe, the man felt a chill creep up his spine.
“Ridiculous! What live-in son-in-law? What pregnant wife?!” He snapped.
Lu Chao Chao’s laughter was as clear as a bell, her voice carrying far. More and more onlookers turned toward them.
“The Mo Family of West River City is renowned for their artifact forging. They have only one daughter. Uncle, why are you denying it? Or are you afraid your mistress in West Second Alley will be found out?”
The man’s face drained of color.
She had exposed his identity outright. He instinctively took a step back.
“Aren’t those the Mo elders?” On the balcony above, two elders from the Mo Family stood beside a disciple of Ten Thousand Swords Sect, their faces dark as thunder.
“Investigate at once! Find out who’s living in West Second Alley!” The old man’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
The cloaked man had taken precautions to conceal his aura, yet Lu Chao Chao had seen through him so easily.
Panic gripped him. He turned to flee.
But the elder soared down and struck him with a single palm, sending him crashing to the ground.
His mask fell away as he knelt with a thud. “Father, Mother, she’s slandering me! She’s lying!”
“I truly love Xue’er, Father, please believe me!”
The elder’s expression was as frigid as ice. “Take him away! If he really deceived my daughter and kept a mistress, feed him the Fixing Spirit Powder, flay his flesh one strip at a time, carve out his heart, and extract his bones!”
Fixing Spirit Powder ensured its victim remained conscious, suffering excruciating pain until their final breath.
The man’s screams echoed as he was dragged away.
Mo Family’s patriarch cupped his hands. “Apologies, everyone, for this disgraceful display.”
“If any of you wish to commission weapons at Mo Manor, I shall offer a discount.”
The crowd erupted into excitement. The Mo Family’s craftsmanship was among the finest in the Spirit Realm.
The old master nodded at Lu Chao Chao and handed her a command token. “My thanks, young friend.”
She accepted it without hesitation.
Bi Yue and Madam Ning exchanged a solemn glance.
The elves’ unique sense allowed them to recognize Chao Chao and Bi Xin.
Lu Chao Chao reached for the cage but abruptly withdrew.
Her delicate palm had turned red, faint scorch marks marring her skin.
Yet the surrounding people gripped the bars without concern.
Madam Ning’s breath quickened, her heart pounding.
She subtly shook her head at Lu Chao Chao.
Leave!
Go!
Blood seeped from her tongue where she bit it, her teary eyes imploring.
Her Chao Chao must not fall here!
She had no idea how powerful Treasure Pavilion was in the Spirit Realm—an entity mortals could neither challenge nor defy!
“Please return to your seats.”
“The auction will now begin!”
“One elf, starting at ten thousand spirit stones!”
Tears streamed down Bi Xin’s face as Yuan Yao held her back.
The bidding war erupted, the hall abuzz with excitement.
“And now, the final elf!”
“As everyone knows, an Elf King is only born once every millennium. The Elf King can command the entire elven race! Starting bid—one million spirit stones!”
Silence fell upon the auction house.
A long-quiet Ten Thousand Swords Sect suddenly stirred.
“Three million spirit stones!” a disciple called from a window.
Lu Chao Chao’s heart sank.
Ten Thousand Swords Sect—they were involved in this trade of lives!
A reclining Demon King tapped his fingers against the table. “Five million spirit stones.”
The room fell into stunned silence. None dared compete at such a price.
“Eight million spirit stones!” The Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciple—Yun Lan—was the very same who had once visited the Southern Kingdom.
“Ten million!” The Demon King rose, his gaze dark with menace.
Yun Lan lifted the curtain within his chamber, revealing Xuan Cang inside. The latter slammed the table. “Why has a Demon King suddenly appeared?!”
“He hasn’t surfaced in years—we thought he was dead!”
“This Elf King is meant to be offered at the Pilgrimage Festival…” Xuan Cang took a steadying breath.
“Ten Thousand Swords Sect has no lack of wealth, but that Demon King is a lunatic. Provoking him would mean declaring war on the entire Demon Realm.” Yun Lan whispered cautiously.
“Capturing elves was an order from above. If we present the Elf King, we’ll gain the favor of the Celestial Lord.”
Xuan Cang clenched his jaw, irritation evident.