The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 478
Chapter 478: The Bitter Tears of the Heavenly Dao
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She anxiously scanned her surroundings, her gaze hopeful yet ultimately disappointed—Lu Chao Chao was nowhere to be seen.
With a single glance, she caught sight of Yao Guang’s severed strands of hair.
Her pale face flushed instantly. A wild, unrestrained smile spread across her lips, her laughter so intense that it brought tears to her eyes.
“You blocked me, so what? Hahaha…”
“You took another sword strike!”
“My heart harbors darkness, but what about you? Do you think yourself so righteous? She has been completely annihilated—her very soul erased! Not even in dreams will you see her again.”
“What did you do?” Jin Huan sneered, eyes filled with disdain.
“Do you dare to speak of your vile actions? She was pure, as bright as the moon in the sky. If she knew what you had done, wouldn’t she be utterly disgusted?”
Jin Huan’s words made Yao Guang’s face darken in fury. Without hesitation, he lashed out at her.
Jin Huan barely dodged, yet she was still affected by the aftershock. Clutching her chest, she suppressed the surge of blood rising within her.
“Did I strike a nerve? Hahahaha…”
“Yao Guang, you and I are no different!” Jin Huan staggered as she flew away.
The moment she left, Yao Guang collapsed to one knee with a dull thud.
Clutching his head in agony, his body curled inward, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
His heart demon had awakened.
“Chao Chao… Chao Chao…” He murmured her name under his breath, but just thinking of it brought unbearable, soul-wrenching pain.
Behind him, a blood-red mist rose into the air.
Within the mist, a delicate silhouette emerged.
It was Lu Chao Chao.
A gentle smile adorned her lips as she slowly approached, her fingers lightly intertwining with Yao Guang’s.
Softly, she murmured, “Yao Guang, are you alright?”
She wore a flowing white dress adorned with subtle green accents. Tilting her head slightly, she grinned mischievously as she tugged on his finger.
“Yao Guang, do you miss me? You promised to take me across the mountains and rivers, but you’ve yet to fulfill your vow.”
Yao Guang’s head snapped up, his expression twisting in fury.
“Get out! Get out! Leave me alone!” he roared.
The gentle girl’s clear, innocent eyes welled with tears.
“Yao Guang, what did I do wrong?”
Yao Guang shut his eyes in despair and struck out, shattering the illusion before him.
As the girl’s form dissipated, silent tears streamed down her face, her gaze filled with sorrowful longing.
“Fake… Fake! She was never like this!” Yao Guang’s voice was desperate, his sanity fraying. He frantically dispersed the heart demon, his eyes darting around in terror.
He was terrified—terrified that Lu Chao Chao would find out.
He had never believed she could return.
A helpless howl tore from his throat.
Collapsing onto his back, he alternated between laughter and tears. Indeed, he prided himself on righteousness, yet he secretly nurtured a heart demon.
From the moment he realized its presence, he had allowed it to fester, feeding it little by little.
He could not dream of Chao Chao.
But the heart demon could take on her form.
At first, he was painfully aware that it wasn’t truly her.
But as time passed, he could no longer distinguish reality from illusion. He willingly drowned in the mirage.
Until… Chao Chao returned.
She shattered years of his self-inflicted delusion.
Fake will never become real. Lu Chao Chao was irreplaceable—she would forever be one of a kind.
Clutching a tattered blue sword tassel, Yao Guang trembled. Though worn, the tassel remained meticulously clean, a testament to how dearly he had cherished it.
“This… is the only thing you left me, the only token of remembrance.” Pressing the tassel to his cheek, he let the rain and his tears mix as they fell.
At some point, a light drizzle had begun.
Droplets slipped into his mouth, and he smacked his lips, tasting a faint sourness.
Perhaps, it was merely the remnants of his heart demon.
Inside an inn…
Lu Chao Chao stood by the window, her hair dyed in a riot of colors, her expression filled with distaste. “What’s wrong with this place? Even the rain in the Spirit Realm is sour!”
The innkeeper’s assistant shook his head. “Oh, guest, the rain here is called Spirit Rain. There’s no such thing as sour rain.”
“This is the first time I’ve ever seen rain like this.”
“However, there is a legend about the Spirit Realm.”
“They say that the Heavenly Dao is a formless consciousness that governs the Three Realms, omnipresent and all-powerful. It has witnessed every joy and sorrow across the realms, and at times, it weeps for the happiness of mortals.”
“The Spirit Rain that falls… is sour.”
“It means even the heavens are bitter with envy. Hahaha, I jest, I jest—just a story to amuse you. Please don’t take it seriously.”
Lu Chao Chao scoffed. “The Heavenly Dao is vast and boundless, and you expect me to believe it can feel envy? Who would believe that?”
Beside her, Xie Yu Zhou, now sporting bright yellow hair, peered down from the balcony.
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a commotion downstairs.
A group of cultivators in white robes barged into the inn, their voices stern. “This is official business of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect! No one is to leave! Innkeeper, bring us the guest register!”
Due to the Spirit Realm’s strict governance, all guests had to register their names upon check-in.
Lu Chao Chao had left the auction house only half an hour earlier, yet the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had already begun searching the city.
Disciples of the sect swarmed the streets.
“Are all names properly recorded?” one of the young cultivators asked.
The innkeeper nodded, bowing humbly. “I would never dare be careless. Every name has been documented—even the pets of our guests are recorded.”
The young cultivator nodded, flipping through the register. “Is there anyone named Xie Yu Zhou staying here?”
Before the innkeeper could respond, Xie Yu Zhou’s breath hitched.
His eyes widened in panic as he clung to Lu Chao Chao’s sleeve, stammering incoherently.
Slowly, he tried to step backward, keeping quiet to avoid drawing attention.
“They’re looking for me? Why? What did I do???” His face was one of utter devastation.
I’m just a lackey!
Since when does being Lu Chao Chao’s lackey mean I have to take the fall for her crimes?!
Lu Chao Chao blinked innocently at him. “Whenever I cause trouble, I never use my real name. But you… you registered yours.”
Of course, even without a name, people could still guess it was her.
Xie Yu Zhou clutched his chest, looking as though he had been struck down by fate itself.
The innkeeper glanced at the register. “There is a child named Zhou Zhou staying here. Since he is young, only his nickname was recorded.”
The cultivator flipped to the page, finding the name.
“Take him!” he commanded, and the disciples immediately ascended the stairs.
Xie Yu Zhou raised both hands over his head. “No need to take me, I’ll come down myself!”
The lead cultivator lazily lifted his gaze.
Sweeping his eyes over Xie Yu Zhou, he noted that his bone age did not exceed ten years.
Extending his hand, he placed it over the boy’s head. “You’re… a mortal?”
Not even a trace of spiritual energy—he was an utterly ordinary human.
Xie Yu Zhou could sense the disdain in the man’s gaze.
“So what if I’m a mortal?”
The cultivator smirked. “Nothing, just surprised. In the Spirit Realm, even dogs have some spiritual energy.”
Xie Yu Zhou…
Insult! This was an insult!!
“What is your full name?” the cultivator asked.
With one hand raised in an oath, Xie Yu Zhou declared, “I, Zhou Yu Xie, never change my name! If I speak falsehood, may I never find a wife and die alone!”
Inside, his heart wailed.
Great Spirit Lords! My name is Xie Yu Zhou! I want to marry ten wives!!!