The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 486
Chapter 486: Your Wu Has Arrived
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Lu Chao Chao’s little face was dark, and she refused to say a single word.
“My reputation, my honor! Gan Tang, you wretched scoundrel!” She gritted her teeth in fury.
Xie Yu Zhou hesitated, then weakly muttered, “Honestly, your reputation… wasn’t great to begin with.” Being hunted down by everyone was already a mild way of putting it.
Lu Chao Chao shot him a fierce glare.
“Truth-speakers are never welcomed.” Xie Yu Zhou rubbed his head and sighed.
The National Advisor found an inn and booked several top-tier rooms.
“Buy some Spirit Deer meat—yes, from the shop right at the entrance. And stop by the apothecary next door to get me some medicine…” Lu Chao Chao skillfully stepped into the medicine shop, picking up some medicinal pills before returning.
“You do know how to enjoy yourself. Spirit Deer meat is a delicacy unique to Dawn-Dusk City. Outside this city, you’ll never find the same flavor.” The National Advisor, though aware that she might be a deity undergoing tribulation, still couldn’t reconcile this gluttonous girl with an aloof, omniscient god.
What kind of deity sneaks into the kitchen at midnight just to steal food?
What kind of deity wets the bed and then blames it on the dog?
Truly, it was disillusioning.
“But Spirit Deer meat has its taboos. Many people can’t eat it—causes nosebleeds and red rashes all over their faces.” The National Advisor instructed the innkeeper to bring a serving of the famous delicacy. Before the paper wrapper was even fully opened, a mouthwatering aroma filled the air.
The Spirit Deer meat was grilled to perfection—crisp golden brown on the outside, tender and juicy on the inside, sizzling with fragrant oils.
Lu Chao Chao swallowed hard.
Xie Yu Zhou picked up a piece with his chopsticks, his face lighting up with satisfaction. “Delicious! I’ve never tasted anything this divine before!” One bite, and he’d remember it for a lifetime.
Lu Chao Chao raised her silver chopsticks and silently picked up a piece.
Her eyes burned bright with excitement as she chewed and nodded fervently.
A thousand years of longing—finally satisfied!
As she ate…
A warm liquid trickled down her nose, dripping onto the back of her hand. It was slightly hot, tinged with a faint scent of iron.
“Chao Chao! You’re having a nosebleed!” Xie Yu Zhou hurriedly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe it away.
Lu Chao Chao, unfazed, waved him off, pulled out two tufts of soft cotton from her pocket, and stuffed them into her nostrils.
Then, she fished out a medicinal pill, downed it with a swig from the water jug, and said nonchalantly, “No worries. Took the medicine—no more bleeding or rashes. I know what I’m doing!”
With that, she picked up an even larger piece and stuffed it into her mouth.
Everyone: ???
Xie Yu Zhou opened his mouth but was at a loss for words.
Seeing her chopsticks move like lightning and her cheeks already bulging, Xie Yu Zhou quickly joined the battle.
“Look at you two starving ghosts reborn, making a spectacle of yourselves.” Zhu Mo, being of the Dragon Clan, maintained his dignified composure wherever he went. At this moment, he leisurely picked up his chopsticks…
“You’re the starving ghost! Your whole family are starving ghosts! Let me divine your fate—” Xie Yu Zhou mockingly pinched his fingers in a gesture of fortune-telling.
“You’re doomed to misfortune. A great calamity is about to befall you!” Xie Yu Zhou huffed, cursing him.
Zhu Mo sneered in disdain. This fraud, Xie Yu Zhou, thought he could fool him?
As the two continued devouring their meal, a group of white-robed sword cultivators entered the inn. Each carried a spirit sword, their postures upright and poised.
“The Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples have descended the mountain?”
“Senior Brother Bai He! Please, take a seat. Your food and wine will be served immediately—you won’t have to wait long.” The innkeeper eagerly welcomed them, seating them by the window.
Lu Chao Chao glanced at their sword cultivator robes and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
“How much of the barrier has been opened?” A young disciple from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect asked.
Senior Brother Bai He shook his head. “Still a long way to go. It’ll take another three months at least. The Sect Master is already considering blasting the barrier apart.”
“The miasma in the Three Realms is growing too thick. It must be funneled into the mortal realm immediately.”
“I heard the mortals are trying to resist, which is slowing down the process.” Bai He’s eyes flashed with irritation.
The younger sword cultivator across from him curled his lip in disdain. “Mortals are truly selfish, lacking even a shred of noble spirit.”
“A mortal’s life is as insignificant as an ant’s. If sacrificing them brings peace to the Three Realms, it would be their blessing.”
“I don’t understand why the Sword Sovereign Sunshine favored mortals so much.”
Though Sword Sovereign Sunshine had sacrificed herself for a thousand years, every member of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect knew she had held mortals in high regard.
To her, the lives of cultivators and mortals were of equal worth.
“You vile beasts! How dare you utter such cruel and twisted words?! The lives of the Spirit Realm matter, but the lives of the Mortal Realm do not?!” A girl in fiery red robes stood from the corner, glaring at them in outrage.
“It is you cultivators, even deities, who are greedy and have ruined the Three Realms—why must the innocent mortals pay the price?!”
“Hah! And you call the Ten Thousand Swords Sect righteous and fair? You’re nothing but a bunch of hypocrites!”
“Forcing the Mortal Realm to bear the miasma, letting the entire human world perish for your selfish desires—and you call that a ‘blessing’? Would you take that blessing for yourself?!” She flicked her long whip, about to strike the sword cultivators.
“Insolence! A mere mortal dares to be unruly?!” Bai He’s face darkened. With a casual wave of his hand—without even drawing his sword—he sent the girl flying with a single palm strike.
She crashed heavily into a table, shattering it into pieces.
“You mortals are narrow-sighted and lack any sense of benevolence.”
“Your short and pitiful lives are spent struggling just to fill your stomachs—what meaning is there in that? Achieving salvation is a supreme merit. In your next life, perhaps you will be blessed with a better fate!” Bai He’s words made the red-robed girl’s eyes turn red with fury.
But that single palm strike had injured her, and she coughed up blood while clutching her chest.
She fell to the ground, retreating in pain.
“Mortals have done nothing wrong! Why must they bear this burden?! If Sword Sovereign Sunshine knew, she would regret saving you!”
“She sacrificed herself for salvation, yet you now wield your blades against the mortals she cherished most!”
“If she knew, she would curse the day she saved you!” The girl spat blood, her eyes fierce.
“Damn you!” Bai He, enraged, raised his sword to strike her down.
A sharp, murderous sword aura shot toward her.
The girl had no way to escape. As the sword tip came down, she closed her eyes in despair, awaiting death.
Suddenly, a hand grasped the sword’s blade firmly.
She opened her eyes—to see Zhu Mo gazing down at her.
Her breath hitched.
Blood dripped, seeping through his fingers. Though he was of the Dragon Clan, nearly invulnerable, the sword techniques of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect—personally created by Lu Chao Chao—had actually wounded him.
“Who dares interfere with the matters of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?!”
Zhu Mo scoffed, flicking his sleeve and sending two disciples flying out the door with a single strike.
They fell outside, groaning in pain, clutching their chests as they hurled threats.
Lu Chao Chao’s earlier joy vanished in an instant.
“The Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s code states: a sword should only be used to protect the people. Ha. And now, you wield them to slaughter the innocent.”
Her laughter was cold, full of sorrow.
“If you violate the code, you will face punishment. Are you prepared to pay the price?” She murmured.
The disciples staggered up, disheveled. “You’ll regret this! The Ten Thousand Swords Sect will not let this go!”
With that, they crushed their talismans and fled.
Lu Chao Chao looked toward the direction of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, her heart aching.
It was rotten to the core.
From top to bottom—utterly decayed.