Legend Management Bureau Chapter 382

[ … words ]

Meng Po remained by Xie Yujiao’s side, watching her without uttering a single word. Her gaze was incredibly complex, far deeper than that of an ordinary friend.

Xie Yujiao, in turn, kept her head bowed, staring in silence at the two bottles of tea soup in her hands.

Right at that moment, Xiao Qi’s voice transmission echoed within Xie Yujiao’s mind.

“Xie Yujiao, drink the red tea soup and transform into You Si.”

“What…” Xie Yujiao paused in astonishment. “Are you… Xiao Qi?”

“That is correct. I am here to pass on Saint’s strategy to you.”

Xie Yujiao frowned slightly. She had never interacted much with Saint. Even though she knew Saint was simply a future version of Du Yu, she still had no idea how she was supposed to treat him.

“What kind of strategy… does Saint have?”

Xiao Qi took a deep breath and explained, “In our timeline, A’jiao slowly regained her past memories because the Meng Po Soup gradually lost its effectiveness. However, whether due to a side effect or some other factor, when A’jiao became You Si, she also forgot everything about her life as A’jiao. Right now, Saint hopes you can use a ‘scientific method’ to retrieve your memories. If you can manage to be ‘both A’jiao and You Si,’ it will have a tremendous impact on this battle. Those are Saint’s exact words.”

Xie Yujiao’s eyelashes fluttered. Her bright eyes shifted, as if she were deeply contemplating something.

“Is that truly what Saint said?” Xie Yujiao asked skeptically.

“Yes.”

Xie Yujiao only knew that Saint was Du Yu, completely unaware that the very person who had just ordered A’xiang to abandon her was also Saint.

“Since Saint said so, that means Du Yu would think the same way.” Xie Yujiao nodded in resolution. “In that case, I’ve made my decision. I will find my true self in this war.”

Saint, who was staring at the monitor, visibly heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Xie Yujiao’s declaration.

“Excellent…” Saint murmured under his breath.

Xiao Qi turned off the voice transmission equipment and looked back at Saint. “I don’t understand. If You Si appears on this battlefield, won’t the situation become even worse? What exactly are you planning?”

“It’s simple,” Saint replied with a grave expression. “Everything I just said was purely speculation. No one actually knows what will happen if You Si drinks that bottle of tea soup. I only know that with so many Heavenly Venerables present on the scene, You Si absolutely wouldn’t dare act recklessly even if she does emerge. Perhaps she could even be subdued by Big Cat.”

“Is that so?” Xiao Qi still felt something was amiss. “And after You Si is subdued, what do you plan to do?”

Saint stopped looking at the monitor and lay down on a nearby bed, trying his best to ease the pain from his wounds. “Xiao Qi, have you forgotten? You Si might be the ‘weakness’ of those monks on the field. Although I don’t know exactly what happened between her and those monks, she definitely shares an extraordinary relationship with Mahakala.”

Xiao Qi glanced at the screen, then back at Saint, speaking in a slow, measured tone. “You… seem to have come back.”

“What?” Saint asked in confusion. “Who came back?”

“You are gambling, aren’t you?” Xiao Qi challenged.

Saint found her question rather amusing. “What else can I do about such uncertain matters? I have no choice but to gamble.”

“In my memory, only Du Yu would ever gamble. Saint would never do such a thing,” Xiao Qi smiled meaningfully. “So you… seem to have come back, Du Yu.”

Saint waved her off in exasperation. “I already told you, I don’t use that name anymore. I’ve changed my username. Do you not understand?”

Xiao Qi covered her mouth, giggling softly. “Alright, understood, Lord Saint.”

As she looked at the heavily injured man lying on the bed, she knew in her heart that over the past few decades, Saint had never taken a single gamble.

Every decision he made required absolute, one hundred percent certainty to guarantee that their few remaining companions wouldn’t encounter any danger.

At the slightest sign of trouble, Saint would immediately order everyone to retreat.

He was willing to miss countless opportunities rather than take any risks.

The biggest difference between him and Du Yu was that Saint had no way back.

He couldn’t afford to gamble, just as he couldn’t afford to lose.

But now, he was betting everything on the legend unfolding before them, just like the Du Yu of the past.

Feeling that long-lost aura radiating from Saint, Xiao Qi surprisingly found a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps in a few hours, this dilapidated room would suddenly transform back into the bustling, noisy Legend Management Bureau.

All the employees would return.

Sister Qianqiu would be meticulously flipping through documents.

Qu Xi would continue recruiting members in the Legend Broadcasting Room.

Master Shen would endlessly peddle his failed, peerless magical artifacts to everyone.

Fan Xiaoguo would slack off every day with a cup of milk tea in hand.

Queen Mother of the West would drop by every day, looking fierce as always.

Seventh Lord and Eighth Lord would bicker constantly, coming over just to hang out whenever they were free.

And Saint would revert to being that unreliable trickster, Du Yu, leading everyone to bluff and swindle their way through legends, constantly creating stories so infuriating they were actually hilarious.

If days like those could truly return… how wonderful would that be?

“Xiao Qi, don’t space out,” Saint instructed with his eyes closed. “If Du Yu starts fighting Mahakala later, wake me up immediately.”

“Mhm.” Xiao Qi nodded eagerly, her face filled with anticipation. “Got it!”

With that said, she reached out to turn the voice transmission equipment back on.

However, Xiao Qi noticed her hand passing right through the voice transmission equipment.

“Huh?” Xiao Qi gasped softly. She reached out again and this time successfully gripped the device.

She desperately hoped her eyes were simply playing tricks on her.

Xiao Qi looked up and stared at her own reflection in the monitor. Her reflection appeared somewhat ethereal, vague and unfocused.

She froze for a moment before letting out a bitter chuckle.

Her eyes grew slightly red.

It seemed the future she was looking forward to would never arrive after all.

Xiao Qi took a deep breath, adjusting her mindset as she continually muttered to console herself.

“It’s fine… Maybe that ‘future’ will still come, I just won’t be around to see it…”

…

On the battlefield, two female silhouettes slowly walked out from the direction of the Legend Management Bureau’s room.

One was tall with an icy expression, dressed entirely in black workwear. It was none other than Dong Qianqiu.

The woman beside her was petite and bore a timid expression. Surprisingly, it was Xiao Qi.

“Sister… Sister Qianqiu… you have to be careful…” Xiao Qi warned timidly.

Dong Qianqiu nodded. “It’s fine. I have at least barely entered the True Immortal realm, so I have some means to protect myself. But you… why did you insist on coming along?”

“I-I was really worried about you guys…” Xiao Qi glanced up at the tens of thousands of celestial beings clashing in the sky, drawing a sharp breath in terror.

Even the Demon King Sun Wukong, who had wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace back in the day, likely hadn’t stirred up a commotion of this magnitude.

The two of them continuously looked around in midair. Trying to locate Du Yu’s silhouette among tens of thousands of people was simply too difficult.