The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 494
Chapter 494: Fetal Dream
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“It is Sword Sovereign Sunshine, isn’t it?”
Ming Kong remained silent for a moment before finally speaking, his voice low and filled with repression.
“You had already guessed it, hadn’t you?”
“Last time in the mortal world, someone refined her divine bones and died in her stead, allowing Lu Chao Chao to escape disaster!” The voice from the Upper Realm carried a trace of mockery.
“Ming Kong has no way back now. I beg the Immortal Sovereign to grant me a way to survive.” Ming Kong could not fathom the consequences if Lu Chao Chao were to return.
When Lu Chao Chao sacrificed herself, he had still been young.
Yet, even then, he had heard of her name.
She fiercely protected her own, but for betrayers—she never forgave.
If she returned, he would be doomed.
“A way to survive? Of course, there is one. When the miasma floods the mortal realm, that will be your day of ascension.” The Immortal Sovereign’s voice was merciless.
Ming Kong took a deep breath. “Many thanks to the Immortal Sovereign.”
When the miasma engulfed the mortal world, he and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would bear endless infamy.
A benevolent deity could never commit such an atrocity—it must be left to him instead.
A god must preserve their reputation.
“Immortal Sovereign, what of these elves?” Ming Kong inquired.
“Use them as bait to lure the Dark Elves and lay down an inescapable net.” With that, the divine will dissipated into the air.
Once the deity had left, Ming Kong turned toward the pile of elves in the corner.
He sealed them within a magical artifact and, under the cover of night, left his cave abode.
Descending the mountain, he handed them over to a plain-looking man.
“Spread the word that Flower Moon Tower has purchased a batch of elves at a high price and will host an event for guests in three days!”
The man hesitated. “True Monarch, the Dark Elves have issued a warning—they do not permit the caging of elves any longer.”
Ming Kong’s cold gaze swept over him. Unable to withstand the pressure, the man immediately knelt, his forehead beading with cold sweat. “Understood.”
Only when Ming Kong had departed did the man spit to the side and get up.
He glanced around, confirming no one was near, then opened the storage pouch.
At once, ten or so stunning women with snow-white skin appeared on the ground.
The man licked his lips, his expression lecherous. “Tch, I didn’t get enough of the elves last time before they were bought.”
“This time, I’ll have my fill.”
“With that Dark Elf stirring trouble, this business won’t last much longer.” As he spoke, he hastily loosened his belt.
The elves slowly awakened, terror-stricken as they took in the sight before them.
Just as his belt came undone—
A streak of silver flashed across the air.
He saw something fall to the ground but barely had time to register the sensation of a chilling breeze between his legs.
He rubbed his eyes, only to see his hands covered in blood.
Panicked, he reached down.
Empty.
“AHHH!!” The pain struck him like a tidal wave, and he frantically searched the ground, desperately looking for the severed part of himself.
But just as he looked—
With a dull thud, another silver light flashed.
His head tumbled to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop, lifeless.
The elves watched in stunned silence.
A young sword cultivator casually snapped her fingers, and the restraints on her body instantly unraveled. “Go seek the Elf King in the Phoenix Clan’s Cang Wu Mountain. Your kin are gathered there.”
“The bamboo sword holds a trace of Sword Qi—enough to safeguard your journey.”
The elves exchanged glances. The leading male hesitated before asking, “Who…who are you? Why did you save us?”
The usually peaceful elves bore looks of confusion and fear.
Lu Chao Chao’s shoulders quivered slightly before massive black wings unfurled behind her.
“A Dark Elf?!” The elves were utterly shocked. Their clan had not produced a Dark Elf in a thousand years.
Lu Chao Chao calmly retracted her wings.
“Go. All your kin are at Cang Wu Mountain.”
Suddenly—
A sharp, searing pain exploded in Lu Chao Chao’s chest, nearly forcing her to her knees.
“Mother’s Sword Qi.” Her mother was in danger.
The moment the Sword Qi was triggered, she could clearly sense her mother’s location.
Without hesitation, Lu Chao Chao leaped onto her sword, transforming into a streak of light as she rushed away.
“Did that Dark Elf drink wine? She reeks of alcohol…”
“She seems to be a sword cultivator?”
“Can elves learn swordsmanship too? Could I learn it as well? I don’t want to entrust my life to others anymore,” one elf murmured softly.
But for now, their most pressing concern was reuniting with their kin at Cang Wu Mountain.
They had far too many questions that needed answers.
Lu Chao Chao flew swiftly until she arrived at a small mountain village.
The village was eerily dark, without a single light. Every house was tightly shut, with door gods pasted on the entrances, as if seeking protection.
She stepped forward into the village.
It was empty.
But she could feel it—this was where her mother had released her Sword Qi. She had been attacked here.
From the distance, muffled sobbing drifted through the night, quickly suppressed.
Following the bloodstains on the ground, Lu Chao Chao walked forward.
The deeper she ventured, the more astonished she became.
Behind this remote mountain village lay a grand yet abandoned temple.
Inside, many people were hidden.
She scanned the surroundings, sensing the presence of demons and fiends lurking in the shadows.
“Grandpa, I’m scared…” A little girl with twin braids clung to an elderly man, her eyes brimming with tears.
The villagers were in utter disarray, forcing themselves to stay awake.
“Everyone, keep watch over each other! No one must sleep! The Nightmare Fiend can invade dreams and devour us. We must not fall asleep!” The village chief, hunched and leaning on his cane, warned solemnly.
Lou Jin Tang helped Shi Yun sit down, her body bearing wounds.
Rong Che removed his outer robe and draped it over Shi Yun.
Shi Yun looked pale, her eyes reddened, and at five months pregnant, her belly was noticeably round.
“Shi Yun, does your stomach still hurt?” Rong Che’s voice trembled as he tightly held her hand.
That night, the Nightmare Fiend invaded.
Shi Yun woke with a start, drenched in cold sweat.
She leaned weakly against Rong Che. “It’s a little better now.”
“Everyone, don’t be afraid. My daughter Chao Chao is a skilled swordswoman. She will come to save us.”
She gently caressed her belly, her expression uncertain.
That night, she had a dream.
In it, her unborn child was born with an innate thirst for blood, killing relentlessly—even turning against his own parents.
She watched helplessly as he painted the land red with slaughter.
Countless lives perished by his hand.
He was born an abomination—an unfeeling demon.
Shi Yun shuddered violently.
“Brother Che, are people born good or evil? Can we really raise this child properly?” She gazed toward the temple’s entrance, troubled.
Rong Che pursed his lips. “Shi Yun, whether our child is good or evil, we will raise him right. We will not let him become a disaster upon the world.”
“Shi Yun, this is the Nightmare Fiend’s deception. The child is innocent.”
Shi Yun shook her head. No.
This was not the first time she had this dream.
But this time, the Nightmare Fiend had made her experience it more vividly, more terrifyingly.
What was she truly carrying within her?