The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 502
Chapter 502: Not a Single Bite
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Xie Yu Zhou hobbled up the mountain, his injured leg making every step a struggle. His cheeks bore the fresh imprints of slaps, and he wiped his tears with a trembling hand, grievance written all over his face.
Between sniffles, he muttered, “Now I understand why all Three Realms consider her an enemy…”
Zhu Mo gazed at him with a dark expression, his voice carrying a trace of exasperation. “You know what kind of person she is, and yet you still believed her? Are you a fool?”
“And you’re just as idiotic! Cooking feces in a pot?” Zhu Mo’s face darkened as he recalled the scene. The sheer absurdity of it was beyond words.
“Speaking of which, did you taste the fried bugs?”
Xie Yu Zhou’s face flushed red, then turned a purplish shade as he clenched his jaw. His voice was nearly a snarl.
“I didn’t! Not a single bite!”
As he spoke, he began jumping up and down in frustration, his behavior so ridiculous that Zhu Mo found it difficult to believe.
“Fine, fine, let’s say you didn’t. But why are you jumping around like that? Your leg’s already injured—be careful, or you’ll worsen it!” Zhu Mo’s expression was one of restrained amusement, but Xie Yu Zhou was seething.
“What do you mean ‘let’s say I didn’t’?! I really didn’t!”
The veins on his forehead throbbed with fury.
Zhu Mo stifled a chuckle. Feng Wu, watching with a pale face, scolded, “Why do you keep teasing him? Look, he’s about to cry!”
“Alright, alright, stop crying already. Look at it this way—deep-frying maggots? No one else in all Three Realms has done that before! You’re the first!”
Hearing this, Xie Yu Zhou covered his face and wailed loudly.
“You two conniving fiends! A perfect match in wickedness! Neither of you are good people!”
Feng Wu laughed, her fiery red dress shimmering like flames, her cheeks slightly flushed from mirth.
“He… he said we’re a perfect match!”
Zhu Mo’s smile faded slightly. “Who would want to be a perfect match with you? Once you recover, you should leave on your own!” With that, he strode toward the great hall.
Feng Wu’s expression fell, and she lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her dress. In the corner of her vision, she saw Zhu Mo glance back at her—just once.
At that moment, Lu Chao Chao was squeezing through the crowd outside the grand hall, mingling with the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
Inside the hall, many elders of distinguished bearing were seated.
“Is the Grand Elder not attending today?” Lu Chao Chao whispered.
A nearby disciple frowned. “The Grand Elder? After the Sword Sovereign sacrificed herself, the remaining elders either ascended or passed away. Only Elder Chang Wei remains, suppressing his cultivation to stay and protect the sect. He’s on the brink of ascension, so he rarely leaves seclusion.”
“Then… does he know about the opening of the Mortal Realm’s gates and the influx of miasma?” Lu Chao Chao asked again.
“We’re keeping this from Elder Chang Wei. The elders who followed the Sword Sovereign were close to the mortal world. If he knew, he’d never allow it.”
“The Sect Master himself ordered that Elder Chang Wei must not be disturbed in his retreat.”
Lu Chao Chao nodded thoughtfully.
“Little junior sister, which sect are you from? You’re so young to be participating in the Spirit Realm Grand Competition,” a young man asked in surprise. This time, the competition was no ordinary event.
“This competition concerns the miasma. Junior sister, you mustn’t act recklessly.”
Lu Chao Chao blinked at him in confusion. “Senior brother, what does this have to do with the miasma?”
“Did your master not tell you?”
“The top three winners of this competition will join the sect elders in traveling to the Edge of Heaven to open the Mortal Realm’s gates.”
“They will pour the miasma into the mortal world.”
“To save the Three Realms.”
“Though it’s called a competition, it is, in truth, a trial concerning the miasma.”
Lu Chao Chao pondered for a moment before asking, “Senior brother, do you think pouring the miasma into the Mortal Realm is fair to the mortals?”
The young man froze, his voice faltering.
“Junior sister, whether it’s right or wrong, we have no say in the matter.”
“Once the competition ends, the sect masters will journey to the Edge of Heaven and open the barrier.”
His eyes dimmed with sorrow. “My ancestors were from the Mortal Realm.”
“I have never been there myself, but my family has always considered themselves mortals. We once hoped to return in glory… Now, that dream is shattered.”
“I heard it’s a land of rolling mountains and clear waters, where mortals, though weak and unable to cultivate, live peacefully from dawn to dusk. It has its own charm.”
Lu Chao Chao looked up at the high platform.
The Spirit Realm’s five great sects were present.
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the Book Sect, the Pleasure Sect, the Carefree Sect, and the Daoist Sect.
At this moment, Jin Huan, the Pleasure Sect’s sect master, reclined lazily on a cushioned seat, her gaze mesmerizing enough to make onlookers blush.
The Book Sect was led by Elder Zhi Xin—the very same elder who had coldly refused to help Lu Chao Chao before.
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect was led by Ming Kong and Xuan Cang.
The Carefree Sect, which followed the Path of Emotion, was headed by Carefree Zi, who was presently staring at Jin Huan, utterly captivated.
The Daoist Sect’s delegation, clad in cyan robes, was led by Dao Lord Xuan Ji, practitioners of the Path of Emotionlessness.
After a round of pleasantries, Xuan Cang declared, “The Grand Competition begins!”
The earth trembled as a circular platform rose from the ground.
Disciples from all sects stepped forward to challenge one another.
Jin Huan laughed. “Congratulations to Sect Master Ming Kong for stepping half a foot into divinity. You are about to ascend, aren’t you?”
Ming Kong’s body radiated divine energy, signaling his imminent ascension.
“If Sect Master Ming Kong ascends, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will have no one left to lead it. Who knows if Elder Chang Wei is even still alive?” The elders who once fought to save the world had all either perished or ascended, leaving the sect leaderless.
“Did Sect Master Ming Kong obtain some divine opportunity? This sudden ascension is quite unexpected,” Dao Lord Carefree mused, swirling his wine cup in thought.
Ming Kong gave a slight nod. “The Sword Sovereign’s blessing granted me some fortune, that’s all.”
Elder Zhi Xin of the Book Sect spoke up. “Cultivation begins with the heart. Sect Master Ming Kong’s decision to pour miasma into the Mortal Realm alongside True Lord Yao Guang and the City Lord of West River City will result in countless deaths.”
“Millions of mortals—who will bear the weight of their deaths? Sect Master Ming Kong, reconsider. Otherwise, you defy the path of the Sword Sovereign.”
“The Book Sect does not agree with flooding the Mortal Realm with miasma!” The Book Sect elder slammed his hand against the table, his face stern.
Ming Kong stood, cupping his hands toward the Divine Realm. “I do not wish to bear this burden, either. But for the sake of the Three Realms, we must sacrifice the Mortal Realm to save all. I will shoulder the blame!”
“You only bear the blame, but mortals will lose their lives. Why should they pay for your choice? Your so-called blame cannot balance out the lives of millions!” Lu Chao Chao’s voice rang clear and unwavering.
Nearby, the young disciple trembled, wanting to cover her mouth but not daring to. Instead, he stepped far away.
Around her, an empty space quickly formed.
“Life has no hierarchy. Just because mortals are weak, do they deserve to die?” Though she was young, Lu Chao Chao stood fearlessly before the gathered elders.
“The young friend speaks the truth! Mortals may be weak, but their fates are not ours to decide!” Elder Zhi Xin’s face twisted in reluctant agreement.
Damn this little brat who had ignored him earlier!
And yet, now he had no choice but to stand with her!
“Who are you? Do you think you have a say here?!” Ming Kong narrowed his eyes. She looked familiar.
Xuan Cang smirked. “Oh, her? She’s the little empress from the Mortal Realm, here to seek justice. A mere mortal, daring to challenge the elders!”