Legend Management Bureau Chapter 258

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“Holy crap…” Du Yu slowly picked himself up, but his hand was pinned firmly beneath the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors. “What the hell? Why are these scissors so heavy…”

Standing nearby, Zhan Qisheng shook his head helplessly. “Old Du, are you stupid? Those are two flood dragons. Are you trying to lift two flood dragons barehanded with a mortal body?”

Seeing this, Jin Jianglang hurried over to help. He tried to move the scissors off Du Yu, but found that no matter how hard he pulled, the weapon wouldn’t budge an inch.

“So… so heavy…” Jin Jianglang gritted his teeth. “How… how are you even supposed to use this?”

Zhi Nv and the other cultivators shook their heads helplessly at the miserable state of the two men.

Zhan Qisheng simply extended two fingers and softly chanted an incantation, causing the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors to slowly levitate.

Du Yu finally let out a sigh of relief. He quickly steadied his footing and watched Zhan Qisheng display his magical abilities.

Zhan Qisheng directed the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors to fly a lap around the room before letting them land smoothly on the floor.

“It truly is a rare and marvelous magical treasure!” Zhan Qisheng exclaimed in amazement. “The handling is exceptional!”

“Why are you able to wield these scissors?”

Zhi Nv gently helped Jin Jianglang up and explained, “In our homeland, high-tier magical treasures like this cannot be controlled with brute force. You need to master the Object Control Technique to use them.”

“The Object Control Technique?” Jin Jianglang suddenly understood. It wasn’t that the people of Fusang didn’t want to forge such magical artifacts; they simply didn’t know the Object Control Technique. Even if they forged one, they wouldn’t be able to use it.

“Don’t worry. Your constitution is similar to that of a cultivator. Learning a basic spell like the Object Control Technique won’t be difficult for you. I will teach you,” Zhi Nv said. She walked over to the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and added, “But you must be careful. The killing intent of the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors is extremely heavy. You absolutely cannot let it influence you.”

“Killing intent?” Jin Jianglang looked at the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors on the ground, his face full of doubt. “Can scissors really be used to kill people?”

“What? In your eyes, is this still just an ordinary pair of scissors?” Zhi Nv asked.

“Not exactly… I just feel that killing someone with scissors is a bit too unbelievable…”

At this moment, Zhan Qisheng chimed in with a solemn expression. “If I remember correctly, the destructive power of the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors ranks among the very best of all magical treasures. During the Investiture of the Gods era, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors sliced Daoist Randeng’s mount, the Sika Deer, cleanly in half. Even an Almighty Cultivator of the Immortal Realm like Daoist Lu Ya refused to face the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors head-on. That alone shows its power.”

“Exactly.” Zhi Nv nodded. “It is widely known in the Immortal Realm that the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors were formed from two flood dragons. They absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and gathered the essence of the sun and moon. When they rise into the air, they snap up and down—heads crossing like blades, tails intertwining like the handles. Even an enlightened immortal deity would inevitably be snipped in two.”

“So… so powerful…” Jin Jianglang muttered to himself. “I know it’s presumptuous, but please, you must teach me the Object Control Technique! To be able to wield such an incredible magical treasure… I would have no regrets in this life!”

“Indeed.” Zhan Qisheng gave a slight nod. “You are somewhat lacking in physical strength during combat. This magical treasure can perfectly compensate for your weakness.”

Hearing this, Jin Jianglang raised an eyebrow and immediately looked at Zhan Qisheng.

“How do you know I lack physical strength in combat?”

“Uh, well…” Zhan Qisheng looked slightly awkward. He could hardly tell Jin Jianglang that they had fought each other before, could he?

He could only make up a random excuse to brush it off: “I… I just guessed…”

Zhi Nv helped Jin Jianglang move the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors back into the room and then taught him the incantation for the Object Control Technique. Fortunately, Jin Jianglang was naturally gifted. In just half a day, he was barely able to mobilize the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors. However, it would probably take a bit more time before he could wield it freely.

Looking at the gleaming golden magical treasure before him, Jin Jianglang could not help but feel a surge of emotion. With this artifact combined with his talismans, he was confident that snipping threads ten times thicker than those of Liu Ling would be a walk in the park.

The next day, Dong Qianqiu gathered several key figures within the Legend Management Bureau to discuss the plot regarding War God Xingtian.

The Support Staff had worked through the night to sort out the entire story, and they needed everyone to be familiar with the legend’s outline.

This time, Dong Qianqiu took the lead in presenting, with Elder Pu assisting from the side to fill in any gaps. The rest of the Voice Transmitters and Operators were all at their stations.

Having read through all the materials this morning, Dong Qianqiu’s expression was somewhat heavy. This legend involved a massive cast of characters, and every single one of them was a prominent, famous figure.

The roster included ancient deities like the Yan Emperor, the Yellow Emperor, Chiyou, Gonggong, Xing Tian, Houtu, and Zhurong. Any slight mistake would have a fatal impact on the present. Even with Jin Jianglang here to hold the fort, and even with the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors available to handle unexpected emergencies, they absolutely could not afford to let their guard down.

“I will now go over the outline of the legend,” Dong Qianqiu stated with a serious expression. “There are a lot of characters involved, so if you have any questions, please ask them directly.”

As Dong Qianqiu slowly narrated, an ancient legend unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

Although the plot of this particular story was relatively simple, the timeline it spanned was exceptionally long. Dong Qianqiu had no choice but to briefly skim over some of the less important details.

The story began with the Yellow Emperor.

In modern terms, the Yellow Emperor was a tribal leader at the time. He commanded many capable and extraordinary individuals, which allowed him to assimilate numerous neighboring tribes.

He initially possessed the momentum to unify all of China, but he soon hit a roadblock.

The Yellow Emperor encountered the most formidable opponent of his life—the Yan Emperor, also known as Shennong.

The two sides engaged in a war of gods, giving rise to countless legends and culminating in the first large-scale war in Chinese history: the Battle of Banquan.

In the end, the Yan Emperor was defeated and agreed to form an alliance with the Yellow Emperor.

The Yan-Huang Alliance continuously expanded its territory, and more and more tribes pledged their allegiance. However, there was one man who looked down upon the masses and utterly refused to submit.

That man was the leader of the Jiuli Tribe, Chiyou.

Thus, Chiyou led the Jiuli Tribe into a massive war against the Yan-Huang Alliance. This was recorded as the second large-scale battle in Chinese history: the Battle of Zhuolu.

The idioms chasing deer in the central plains and a group of heroes chasing the deer originated from this very event. Whoever emerged victorious in the Battle of Zhuolu would be able to unify the entire Central Plains.

The final outcome was a narrow victory for the Yan-Huang Alliance, and they naturally became the masters of China.

After Dong Qianqiu finished explaining all this, Du Yu felt a bit lost.

“Sister Qianqiu, what about the two main characters? What about Xing Tian and Houtu?”

“That is where the problem lies,” Dong Qianqiu said, glancing at the documents in her hands. “The legends of the Yan-Huang era are as numerous and brilliant as the stars in the sky. Yet beneath this vast starry canopy, the meeting between Xing Tian and Houtu is not considered a legend. It wasn’t even recorded by later generations. I stayed up all night sorting through the information with the Support Staff, but we still could not find any clues.”

Dong Qianqiu continued to brief the group. The story of War God Xingtian took place after the Yan-Huang Alliance’s grand battle against Chiyou.

Because only the Yan Emperor and the Yellow Emperor remained as leaders in all of China, the atmosphere naturally became somewhat delicate. They were both allies and rivals.

Moreover, both sides had countless extraordinary individuals under their command. If a war truly broke out between them, the scale would be no less spectacular than the Battle of Zhuolu.

Setting outsiders aside for a moment and just looking at the Yan Emperor’s descendants: his son Zhurong, his grandson Gonggong, and his great-grandchild Houtu. These three respectively mastered the highest immortal magics of fire, water, and earth.

On the Yellow Emperor’s side, although he possessed ancient Almighty Cultivators like Feng Hou, Li Mu, Chang Xian, and Da Hong—making them appear evenly matched with the Yan Emperor—he never dared to provoke a conflict with the Yan Emperor due to the existence of a single person.

That person was another of the Yan Emperor’s subordinates, Xing Tian.

When it came to immortal magic, the Yan Emperor had Zhurong, Gonggong, and Houtu. When it came to slaughter and warfare, he had Xing Tian.

The entire situation was incredibly tricky for the Yellow Emperor to handle, no matter what approach he took. However, just as the relationship between the two sides was growing increasingly precarious, an unexpected incident occurred.

Xing Tian suddenly broke away from the Yan Emperor and single-handedly challenged the Yellow Emperor’s entire faction.

None of the gods under the Yellow Emperor’s command could stop the towering man. They could only watch helplessly as he slaughtered his way to the Yellow Emperor’s tent, wielding his Giant Axe. Ultimately, the Yellow Emperor engaged in a fierce battle with Xing Tian, only managing to decapitate him through deceit and trickery.

The Yellow Emperor and his gods thought they could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but to their sheer shock, the headless Xing Tian actually stood back up. Using his nipples as eyes and his navel as a mouth, he struck down several more of the Yellow Emperor’s great generals and nearly took the Yellow Emperor’s life as well.

Although Xing Tian was eventually defeated, the Yellow Emperor suffered severe injuries and passed the throne to his son shortly afterward.

After Dong Qianqiu finished recounting the entire story, she brought out a small legend device and showed everyone a video.

In the video, a headless burly man radiated an eerie black light. Brandishing a large axe and a square shield, he repeatedly slaughtered the people in front of him.

The scene was far bloodier and more realistic than any special effects seen in movies or television shows. The giant axe rose and fell like crashing thunder, and severed heads flew through the air like swirling sand.

“That is Xing Tian…?” Du Yu’s mouth hung slightly open.

“There is one suspicious point right now,” Dong Qianqiu said slowly. “I still have not been able to figure it out.”

“What suspicious point?” Du Yu asked.

“The reason why Xing Tian was able to continue fighting after losing his head,” Dong Qianqiu said, furrowing her brows. “Even for an immortal deity, there is absolutely no possibility of standing up again after being decapitated. Yet Xing Tian actually did it. Looking throughout all the legends of China, there are very few cases like this.”

Du Yu also pondered for a moment. What exactly could have caused this?

“It is resentment,” three words drifted over from Qu Xi’s direction.

Everyone couldn’t help but look at Qu Xi. Du Yu asked, “Miss Qu Xi, what did you say?”

“I-I didn’t say that…” Qu Xi shook her head and pointed at the green brush hanging at her waist.

Ying Ning materialized in a flash, slowly landing on the ground. She stated, “I believe it is resentment.”

“Resentment?” Everyone paused in surprise. “Why do you say that?”

“As you said, whether human or immortal, it is absolutely impossible to survive after losing one’s head. But there is one exception,” Ying Ning said slowly, watching Xing Tian in the video. “His movements look neither human nor divine; rather, he resembles an evil ghost filled with sheer malice. If he truly brimmed with such immense resentment that he turned into a ghost on the spot, then he would be able to move freely regardless of which body part he lost. This indirectly proves that he had a reason in his heart that absolutely forbade him from falling.”