Legend Management Bureau Chapter 134

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A portal suddenly materialized within the Legend Administration, and Du Yu vaulted out of it.

“Yo, is everyone here?” Du Yu chuckled, greeting the crowd, though their expressions looked rather grim.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Zhan Qisheng’s condition isn’t looking good. Daode Tianzun has brought the four great divine physicians to treat him,” Dong Qianqiu explained.

“Not looking good?” Du Yu blinked in surprise. “He and that Golden Immortal seemed evenly matched during the fight. How did things take a turn for the worse after coming back? Did the Queen Mother of the West beat him up?”

“Hold your tongue, boy,” the Queen Mother of the West snapped, her tone laced with anger. “Why on earth would I strike him for no reason?!”

“No, no, please don’t misunderstand, Your Majesty.” Du Yu quickly turned his head and offered an apologetic smile. “I was merely praising your immense magical prowess.”

“Hmph.”

Du Yu walked over to Zhan Qisheng and found four unfamiliar elderly men gathered around him. One was taking his pulse, another was administering acupuncture, a third was brewing medicine, and the last was peeling back Zhan Qisheng’s eyelids to inspect them.

“Is it that serious?” Du Yu asked, perplexed.

“It’s poison,” Dong Qianqiu said. “According to Daode Tianzun, when Cavendish scratched him, he injected his own blood into Zhan Qisheng’s body. Humans cannot tolerate demon blood, which has caused a severe rejection reaction.”

“That guy is ruthless…” Du Yu muttered, then suddenly paused. “Wait, Sister Qianqiu, what did you say? A fiend?”

“Not a fiend, a demon,” the Emperor of Mount Tai suddenly interjected. “Demons are a type of ancient monster, most of which now reside in the West. Unlike fiends, demons are born naturally and cannot be formed through later cultivation.”

Du Yu gave a slight nod of understanding.

“Du Yu, did you get everything sorted out on your end?” Dong Qianqiu asked.

“Oh! Right! Sister Qianqiu!” Du Yu said. “I explained everything to the young Chada. I am her. I also promised Chada that whenever there’s nothing pressing going on, I would hand the body over to her so she could go back and reunite with her daughter for a few days.”

“Then… where is Chada now…”

“In my heart,” Du Yu replied with a warm smile. “I entrusted Zhongli Chun to her care. Since she has been a mother, she is very attentive. Right now, she is looking at all of you through my eyes.”

Hearing this, Shiranui Asuka slowly walked over. “Senior Du Yu… is what you are saying true?”

Du Yu turned his head to look at Shiranui Asuka. With a shift in his gaze, his demeanor instantly became feminine. When he opened his mouth, even his voice had changed: “Miss Shiranui, I have been meaning to tell you—thank you for standing up for me in front of Mr. Cavendish.”

“Eh?!” Shiranui Asuka jumped in fright. “Senior Chada…!”

“Yes,” Du Yu nodded.

“This is truly magical…”

Du Yu’s eyes returned to normal, and he addressed her again. “Asuka, I also wanted to say that you are actually a pretty good kid.”

“Eh?” Shiranui Asuka seemed completely bewildered by Du Yu’s shifting personalities. “I-is that so?”

“Yeah.” Du Yu nodded. “I originally planned to prank you during this exchange event, but considering how things played out, I will let you off the hook for now.”

“Prank me…?” Shiranui Asuka wanted to ask for clarification, but she saw Du Yu already walking toward Zhan Qisheng.

Staring at Zhan Qisheng’s blackened face, a question came to Du Yu’s mind.

“Leaders, isn’t this demon exactly like the big villains in Western legends?” Du Yu asked, utterly baffled. “Are they really this arrogant nowadays? Not only can they register a company, but they also murder people in broad daylight? Is there no law? Is there no justice?”

“Hmph, of course it is illegal,” the Queen Mother of the West remarked coldly. She then turned her head to the Weaver Girl beside her. “Weaver Girl, did you bring my phone?”

“Of course!” The Weaver Girl, acting much like the Queen Mother’s personal maid, obediently pulled a senior citizen’s cellphone from her Cosmos Sack. The device featured exceptionally large buttons and on-screen text.

“Give Jesus a call for me.”

“Eh?!” the crowd gasped in unison. “Who?!”

“Jesus! There is a demon murdering people in the West, so naturally, I must inform him and have him handle it himself.”

The Weaver Girl hurriedly hid the phone behind her back and stammered, “T-that’s not right… Your Majesty. Logically, you should be calling the Once and Future King, Arthur Pendragon! That British divine domain falls under his jurisdiction!”

The Weaver Girl thought for a moment and shook her head again. “No, that won’t do either! King Arthur isn’t appropriate either! Your Majesty! Are you planning a teleconference between the two highest leaders? How can you just dial directly from a cellphone for a matter this massive!”

“I cannot swallow this anger!” the Queen Mother of the West snapped in frustration. “Dong Qianqiu, did you record everything just now?”

“Ah?!” Startled at being called out, Dong Qianqiu quickly recovered and answered, “Your Majesty, I recorded it all, right up until Du Yu and the others returned.”

“Good.” The Queen Mother nodded. “Then call King Arthur directly, scold him a few times, and let us see how he handles this.”

“You cannot, Your Majesty!” the Weaver Girl pleaded earnestly. “If you actually scold him, even if we are in the right, we will appear completely devoid of grace… Your Majesty, didn’t you want to showcase the demeanor of a great nation?”

“Then call Jesus!”

“This…”

Seeing that the Queen Mother could not be persuaded, the crowd looked deeply troubled.

“Leader…” Du Yu mused for a moment before speaking up. “While I am also deeply saddened by Chada’s death, doing this really isn’t appropriate… Imagine if a problem arose in our country’s immortal realm, and before you could even intervene, a foreigner directly called Gautama Buddha. Wouldn’t you be furious?”

After hearing Du Yu’s reasoning, the Queen Mother of the West furrowed her brows slightly.

“Then tell me… what should I do?”

“If you ask me, just have the Weaver Girl send King Arthur an anonymous email with the video Sister Qianqiu recorded attached.”

“Just send the recording?” The Queen Mother considered this. “But the video clearly shows that you are from China. It was recorded from our perspective, after all.”

“Exactly.” Du Yu nodded. “It is best to see through it without spelling it out. Even though it is an anonymous email, the real purpose is to let him know we have it on tape and leave it to him to deal with. This way, neither side loses face, and you will not have to stay angry.”

The Queen Mother pondered for a long moment before finally saying, “Very well, let us do that.”

The Weaver Girl nodded hastily, asked Dong Qianqiu for the video, and began sending it.

Du Yu then sought out the Supreme Old Lord and asked, “Supreme Old Master, how is our junior employee doing? Can he still be cured?”

“Yes, but it will be rather difficult.” The Supreme Old Lord slowly shook his head. “The demon’s blood has already polluted his dantian. The best method is to use blood-attribute magic to transfer this blood out immediately, but the majority of those who practice such blood arts are either evil cultivators or demonic cultivators… And by the way, my title is Supreme Old Lord, not Master.”

Hearing the Supreme Old Lord say this, the Queen Mother of the West turned her head and asked, “Do any of the immortals present practice demonic blood arts?”

The gods exchanged blank looks. They all practiced supreme orthodox magic; why would anyone specialize in demonic blood arts?

“Hmph!” The Queen Mother flicked her sleeve. “What do you all even spend your time doing?! You refuse to learn English, and you don’t study demonic arts either!”

The moment these words were spoken, the gods dared to feel angry but didn’t dare speak up. Being told to learn English was one thing, but demanding a host of immortals practice demonic arts? What kind of logic was that?

The immortals of the Underworld also exchanged glances. Although most of the techniques they practiced were demonic in nature, none of them were related to blood qi.

Black and White Impermanence, however, furrowed their brows slightly. Why did it feel like they knew someone exactly like that whenever blood magic was mentioned?

Whenever this person appeared, a thick stench of blood lingered in the air… but who was it again?

“Ah!” Du Yu suddenly realized. “I actually do know someone like that! He uses pure blood qi when he fights, so that should count as a blood-attribute art, right?”

“Oh? You know someone?” The Queen Mother raised an eyebrow. “Guards, quickly accompany the Operator and invite this person here.”

“No, no, no…!” Du Yu frantically scrambled for words. “Leader… this is something I have to do alone… I’ll be right back…”

With that, he turned and darted out of the room. Just before closing the door, he called back over his shoulder, “Whatever you do, don’t follow me… otherwise, if things go south, I am afraid only the Queen Mother will be able to smooth things over…”

The immortals were stunned, while the Queen Mother looked indignant. “What?! Is there a place in the Underworld that I cannot go?!”

Black and White Impermanence seemingly caught on to what Du Yu meant and hurriedly stepped forward to placate the Queen Mother.

The White Guard was a smooth talker, and with just a few well-placed sentences, he deftly steered the conversation toward skincare.

Du Yu glanced around to ensure no one was tailing him, then headed straight for Mount No-Return.

Following a familiar route, he found a cave dwelling and, with Yingning’s help, charged inside. Goddess Houtu was in the middle of a meal, with the demons Chi, Mei, Wang, and Liang watching her from the sidelines.

“Leader! Are you home?!” Du Yu called out.

Goddess Houtu blinked in surprise. “Oh, isn’t this Yingning’s guardian? What brings you here?”

Yingning hastily materialized. “What guardian! My Lady, please stop teasing me!”

“Haha! Come here, let me see if you’ve gotten chubbier recently.”

Yingning went over and affectionately rubbed against Houtu, who gently stroked her hair.

“Leader! I am here to borrow someone! I will bring them right back once I am done.”

“Borrow someone?” Goddess Houtu looked taken aback. “I only have one immortal and three ghosts here. Where would I find a person for you?”

“Ah, I will just be straightforward. I want to borrow the Chi Ghost for a bit!” Du Yu declared.

Every time the Chi Ghost appeared, he brought a stench of blood with him. When he fought, his body was wreathed in massive amounts of blood mist. He was undeniably a demonic cultivator who practiced blood arts.

The towering Chi Ghost, standing off to the side, froze for a moment before retorting, “Borrow me? Are you sick in the head? Do I even know you that well?”

“I don’t know you well, but I know your boss well.” Du Yu turned back to Goddess Houtu and asked, “How about it, My Lady? Is it possible?”

“Naturally, it is…” Goddess Houtu nodded, adding, “But I will warn you right now, this Chi Ghost has a notoriously foul temper. If he refuses to help, my hands are tied.”

“No problem, no problem.” Du Yu nodded. “He will listen to whatever you say.”