The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 476
Chapter 476: Call Me Grandpa
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The elves’ mouths hung open in shock.
“This… Do we really have someone this powerful in our elven race? If not for the wings on her back, I would have thought she was a sword cultivator!” one of them exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief.
“A thousand years ago, even our strongest warriors couldn’t compare to her!”
Bi Yue stared blankly. Was their little master truly this powerful?
Madam Ning was equally astonished.
“Is she the king’s descendant?” someone asked.
Bi Yue struggled to speak, “This is the king’s frail little granddaughter. She’s only four years old…”
The elves were dumbfounded.
In their imagination, their little master should be a chubby, adorable girl with twin buns in her hair, giggling innocently.
Not…
A lone warrior wielding a Spirit Sword, taking on the entire battlefield!
“Our elven race has truly risen! Such a descendant! The way she spins her sword is beautiful. If I can make it out alive, I want to learn swordsmanship too!” A young elf, nestled in their mother’s arms, had eyes that burned with newfound conviction.
Lu Chao Chao’s expression was full of mockery as she looked at the crowd.
“Who’s next? You? Or you?” she challenged.
“Or do you all want to come at me together?” Her tone was utterly arrogant.
The Founding Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect once proclaimed that in the realm of swords, she was unmatched.
Fear settled into the hearts of the crowd. They unconsciously stepped back.
The high-ranking guards furrowed their brows tightly.
Since when did the Spirit Realm produce someone like her? Even True Monarch Yao Guang couldn’t slay a teammate with a single strike!
“We fight to the end! How can we fear a mere dark elf?”
“Kill the dark elf on the spot!” The Treasure Pavilion Master appeared at some unknown time, his gaze burning as he looked at Lu Chao Chao.
Dark elves—
Kill on sight!
Was this not the decree of the gods?
Countless cultivators appeared, surrounding her, but Lu Chao Chao showed no fear.
Magical artifacts exploded around her, and the battlefield descended into chaos. The elves watched in horror as she was swarmed.
Yet, within half a stick of incense’s time, the crowd began to regret.
This lunatic—this sword lunatic—where had this death-seeking sword cultivator come from?
“Do you admit your wrongs?” Lu Chao Chao severed the tendons of a sword cultivator’s limbs.
“Do you admit your wrongs?” She sliced off a talisman master’s arm with a single strike.
“Do you all admit your wrongs?” Her voice thundered.
“Grandpa, we were wrong. We will never trade elves again. We will never treat them like livestock.”
“Grandpa, we were wrong. Please spare us!”
The battlefield was like a sea of blood.
Lu Chao Chao’s clothes dripped with fresh blood, her face flecked with crimson, resembling a demon of slaughter from the depths of hell.
She pointed her sword at the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. “Get down here!” Her voice was sharp and commanding.
Xuan Cang shuddered, inhaling deeply before stepping to the window and clasping his hands in greeting.
“Young friend, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has no grievances with you. Do not direct your anger toward the wrong people!”
“Moreover, our sect has tens of thousands of disciples. We are not to be trifled with.”
“Our sect’s ancestor is half a step into divinity!”
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect held an unshakable status in the Spirit Realm.
Because their Sword Sovereign had once saved the world, they had long been revered by all.
Even before gods, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect held its pride.
That was their confidence, given to them by Lu Chao Chao herself.
She looked at Xuan Cang, then at the disciples behind him. Suddenly, she laughed mockingly.
“Do you still remember the oath you swore upon joining the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?”
“Tell me!”
Her eyes turned red, on the verge of tears.
Every disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was required to take an oath upon initiation.
Back when she and the sect’s Founding Ancestor established the sect, she personally set down rules to prevent disciples from harming innocent civilians.
Xuan Cang’s expression turned cold. “That is none of your concern!”
Lu Chao Chao sneered. “A sect full of parasites. The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is nothing but filth now!”
Yun Lan, standing behind his master, shouted, “Silence!”
“Our Sword Sovereign sacrificed his very soul, shouldering the burden of salvation alone, bringing new life to the Three Realms. Our elders—nine out of ten—died in that battle! No one has the right to call us parasites!”
“The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is revered by the world!”
Lu Chao Chao laughed. Yet as she did, there was sorrow in her eyes.
“Sword Sovereign? Hahaha, you ride on his name to reap fame and fortune! Do you even deserve it?”
She swept her gaze coldly over the sect.
“The sect’s oath. Every disciple must swear—”
“To be righteous and just, to never turn their swords upon the innocent!”
“Sword Sect disciples fight only for justice!”
She would never forget those words.
“And now? You allow the trade of elves, even participate in it yourselves?”
“And the Miasma—you, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, proposed to pour it into the mortal realm! Have your consciences been eaten by dogs?!”
“Since you have no heart, let me cut it out and see whether it is black or red!”
Today, she would purge the sect!
“You are disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. If you can defeat me using sect swordsmanship, you may leave!”
The disciples’ heads shot up, and Yun Lan immediately asked, “Do you mean it?”
“Then allow me to challenge you!” Their swordsmanship was their pride.
Their techniques were personally taught by the Sword Sovereign himself.
Yun Lan stepped forward with his sword, yet within two exchanges, he realized something was wrong.
His opponent’s swordsmanship was identical to his!
No—
She mirrored his every move perfectly!
By the third exchange, Lu Chao Chao disarmed him, shattering his Magical Treasure in the process.
Her sword pointed at his heart.
“Master, save me!” Yun Lan cried in terror.
Xuan Cang raised his sword, his eyes filled with killing intent. The crowd assumed he would fight to the death.
But unexpectedly—
Xuan Cang crushed a Top-Grade Spirit Stone, abandoned his disciples, and fled!
“Master…” Yun Lan felt an icy chill in his chest. He looked down. The sword tip had pierced his heart.
His master had abandoned him.
Dazed, he looked at Lu Chao Chao.
Her eyes—
They seemed familiar…
Suddenly—
He laughed, spewing blood.
“You… hahaha… You’re…”
The Little Emperor of the Southern Kingdom!
She was the Empress of the Southern Kingdom!
The streets whispered rumors that the female emperor of the Southern Kingdom was the Elf King’s granddaughter!
It was her!
The four-year-old girl who used to gulp down milk from a Milk Bottle!
Blood gushed from his mouth, his eyes frenzied. “Master, you cannot escape! Hahaha, you cannot escape her wrath!”
Thud.
His corpse hit the ground.
Every cultivator involved in the elven trade was slaughtered.
Those who profited from it knelt, trembling, their injuries severe enough to take a decade to heal.
“Grandpa, we truly know our wrongs.”
“We won’t do it again, Grandpa…”
Obedient, like grandsons.
Xie Yu Zhou lifted his chin, stuck out a foot, and put his hands on his hips. “I am Grandpa Xie!”
He basked in the power, reveling in every moment.