Legend Management Bureau Chapter 306

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“Ah!” Shiranui Asuka patted her chest repeatedly. “That scared me to death… I thought I was finally going to die…”

“What kind of talk is that?” Ootengu shook his head helplessly. “What do you mean ‘finally’ going to die? Do you think we don’t exist?”

“I saw you all arguing…” Shiranui Asuka said pitifully. “I thought no one was going to come save me…”

As she finished speaking, she looked up, only to see that the monk had already been brutally torn to pieces by several yokai, leaving a pool of black blood on the ground.

“Ah!!” Shiranui Asuka jumped in fright. Ootengu hurriedly covered her eyes, coaxing, “Be good, Little Xiang. Don’t be afraid.”

Shuten wiped the black blood from his arm and said, “Rokurokubi and Tamamo-no-Mae will stay here to protect Little Xiang. If anything happens, shout, and we’ll rush over immediately.”

Ibaraki, who had been silent all this time, nodded. “That’s right. Any of you can die, but I won’t allow Little Xiang to die.”

With a clear division of labor, the group charged forward and clashed with the black-clad monks, momentarily becoming an unstoppable force on the battlefield.

A very frail-looking black-clad monk ran over and asked timidly, “A’xiang, can I hide here too?”

The black-clad monk hurriedly waved his hands. “It’s me… Xiao Nian…”

“Ah! Sister Xiao Nian!” Shiranui Asuka finally realized she hadn’t paid any attention to Xiao Nian since earlier. Fortunately, Xiao Nian had disguised herself, saving her from mortal danger. “Hurry up and take off your disguise! Hide with me, you’ll be safe here!”

The frail monk nodded and slowly walked over.

Tamamo-no-Mae felt that something was off… ‘Is this really Xu Liunian? Why is there a faint murderous aura radiating from her?’

Just then, a girl shouted from afar, “A’xiang! Watch out!”

Shiranui Asuka whipped her head around and saw none other than Xiao Nian standing in the distance!

‘Then who is this person in front of me…?!’

The black-clad monk’s expression darkened, and two venomous snakes swiftly shot out from his hands. Terrified, Shiranui Asuka hastily stepped back. At this point-blank range, even Tamamo-no-Mae and Rokurokubi had no time to react.

But just as the venomous snakes were about to strike Shiranui Asuka in the face, one turned into a fireball and the other froze into an ice sculpture, slowly dropping from the air.

Tamamo-no-Mae finally snapped out of her daze and immediately swung the Sessho-seki on her back, sending the monk flying.

At the exact same moment, two heaven-shaking auras erupted nearby. Gonggong and Zhurong had joined the fray!

“Well done, little girl.” Gonggong walked over, radiating boundless water-attribute spiritual energy, and patted Shiranui Asuka on the head. “Turning the tide of battle all by yourself. Who says women are inferior to men? I hope my Tu’er will grow up to be an exceptional heroine like you.”

“An exceptional… heroine?” Shiranui Asuka laughed and scratched her head. “You flatter me, uncle…”

The two gods said no more, turning and flying into the thick of the battle.

The war entered a white-hot phase. Low-level black-clad monks and Jiang Tribe warriors continuously fell dead all around. Buzhou Mountain, originally the sacred Pillar of Heaven, was now a river of blood filled with endless wailing.

A Can and A Kui stood back to back, besieged by dozens of black-clad monks. The brothers were breathing heavily; the monks encircling them had considerable cultivation. Even fighting with all their might, they couldn’t gain any advantage.

“A Kui…” A Can said, “Why do I suddenly feel strange…”

“What do you mean?” A Kui asked, panting heavily.

“Our origins…” A Can replied. “Why does it feel like I’m starting to remember?”

“Remembering?!” A Kui froze. He also dug into his memories, only to discover a strange new segment of recollection. “You’re right… A long time ago, it seems like we followed Brother Yu to find Yinglong…”

“But what happened after that?” A Can asked. “Can you remember?”

“I can’t.” A Kui shook his head. “Everything after that is a total blank.”

Saint twisted his body, repelling a few monks as he stepped into the encirclement. “Same for me!”

“Saint…” A Can looked at him. “You have that memory too?”

“That’s right.” Saint nodded. “The memory just cuts off abruptly, as if the ensuing events haven’t happened yet. This can only mean one thing…”

“What thing?” The brothers looked at Saint in confusion.

“It’s on Du Yu’s end,” Saint explained. “Du Yu must be going through some experiences we never went through, and those experiences are forging new memories in our minds…”

After saying this, Saint turned to survey the current battlefield. Although a portion of the lower-level monks had been slain, the vast majority of the enemy forces possessed terrifying strength. By now, the allied forces of the Yan Emperor and Saint were slowly being dragged into a bitter struggle.

“We have to make you remember your origins. It might play a decisive role in this battle…” Saint narrowed his eyes and called out, “Sister Qianqiu, can you hear me?”

“I hear you! Du Yu… no, I mean… Saint,” Dong Qianqiu replied.

“Good!” Saint nodded. “Sister Qianqiu, tell Du Yu that no matter what he’s doing right now, he needs to uncover A Can and A Kui’s origins immediately! We’re locked in a bitter struggle over here, and we desperately need the help of powerful forces!”

“Oh… alright!” Dong Qianqiu nodded, hastily instructing Xiao Qi to send a Voice Transmission to Du Yu’s group.

…

Dragon Ancestor Island.

“What?!” Du Yu exclaimed. “You’re saying Saint personally led people into war against those bald donkeys?!”

Xiao Qi nodded, replying with a solemn expression, “That’s right. They’re bogged down in a tough battle right now and need your help.”

Du Yu was stunned. The Yan Emperor’s camp, plus the future Saint, the Seven Holy Heroes, Zhan Qisheng, Ying Ning, and Zhi Nv—all of them were actually caught in a bitter struggle?!

‘Just how incredibly powerful is the enemy?’

‘If a lineup like that is struggling, then on my end…’

Du Yu looked up, and sure enough, he noticed that the Dragon Ancestor was gradually losing stamina. Yinglong had slaughtered roughly half the enemies and was currently maintaining a massive defensive barrier, seemingly out of energy to launch any more attacks.

“How can we help Saint?” Du Yu asked anxiously.

“Figure out A Can and A Kui’s origins,” Xiao Qi replied. “Saint’s intent is very simple. He suspects that A Can and A Kui possess sealed powers. If you uncover it here, they’ll remember it over there!”

“I see!” Du Yu nodded. “So you’re saying that if we charge up right now and ask the Dragon Ancestor… maybe…”

Du Yu froze. ‘Wait, that’s not right!’

‘The battle is intense right now. If we reveal ourselves so recklessly, we might not get to ask about A Can and A Kui’s origins; instead, we might just be dragged straight into the fight.’

‘If we die here in the present… our future selves will die right along with us…’

“Charge up and ask the Dragon Ancestor right now? That’s too risky!”