Legend Management Bureau Chapter 480

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At midnight, Jinjianglang watched over Enenra until she fell asleep before slowly walking to the center of the village.

He looked up at the moon. His eyes were a profound crimson, and his body exuded an eerie Demonic Energy.

At that moment, a wine jug came flying toward him, which Jinjianglang caught with a swift raise of his hand.

He looked up and saw Shuten sitting on the roof.

“Did something happen to you?” Shuten asked, frowning.

“I’m fine. I just had an epiphany,” Jinjianglang replied after taking a sip from Shuten’s jug. “I’m going to kill Tsuchimikado Itsuki.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Shuten leaped down from the roof, his own monstrous Demonic Energy erupting into the air. “This so-called Tsuchimikado, they’re the bastards who hurt Little Xiang and Enenra, right?”

“Exactly,” Jinjianglang nodded. “The Shiranui family raised me, so I won’t lay a hand on the Patriarch this time. But if he refuses to let Enenra and me go, then I won’t hold back anymore.”

Shuten smiled faintly and said, “It seems I can finally openly invite you to join the Armed Yokai.”

The giant wine Gourd on Shuten’s back slowly expanded, growing as tall as a person, and a rich aroma of wine permeated with Demonic Energy wafted into the air.

He then curled his fingers, placed them in his mouth, and blew a sharp whistle.

Hearing the whistle, countless Yokai slowly emerged from the houses. Their eyes gleamed with a terrifying light under the moonlight.

Shuten smiled faintly and whispered, “The Witching Hour!”

As soon as the words left his lips, the mass of Yokai erupted with immense Demonic Energy, whipping up a fierce gale that swept through the peaceful village.

“Let us go and slaughter the Tsuchimikado together,” Shuten declared. “The mere thought of someone daring to hurt my master keeps me awake at night.”

Jinjianglang nodded and turned to Ootengu. “Bankotubo and Yamabiko, stay behind. Protect Little Xiang and Enenra. If there is any danger, take them and flee.”

“Understood,” the two of them nodded.

“Is this really a good idea?” Yuki-onna was slightly taken aback as she glanced at Jinjianglang. “Brother, you’re breaking into your own family’s estate. Will they let

you go?”

Hearing this, Jinjianglang slowly reached out and looked at the wreath on his wrist. The colors were beautifully intertwined. Even though it was a bit withered, it was still gorgeous.

“Enenra will protect me,” he said.

Shrouded in Demonic Energy, the group sprinted rapidly under the dark midnight clouds.

……

Far away in the Shiranui family estate, the Fire God was staring blankly at the crescent moon.

Suddenly!

His brows furrowed deeply, and he sprang to his feet, an indescribable look of horror washing over his face.

He hesitated for only a second before immediately throwing on his Clothes and rushing out the door, arriving at the Room of Intelligence.

Tsukimizake and Hanamizuki were expressionlessly controlling the Talismans on the red silk Threads.

“Fire God?” The two turned their heads to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Threads!” The Fire God’s eyes widened in sheer panic. “An incredibly powerful Thread is about to appear!!”

“A Thread?!”

The two of them shot up from their seats, their hands simultaneously grabbing their Scissors. “Where? The Room of Pearls?”

The Room of Pearls housed all of Fusang’s Legend Sealing Pearls. The entrance to that room was heavily guarded by clansmen year-round. If a Thread was ever seen drifting toward the room, it would be instantly severed.

“No… not the Room of Pearls!” the Fire God said anxiously. “I saw those Threads drifting all the way from Hiezu Village toward the Shiranui family estate…!”

“What?!”

The two of them had never seen such a bizarre trajectory. Most Threads drifted from ancient times, but this time, the Threads were actually coming from a village seven and a half kilometers away?

“How long until they arrive?” the two asked in unison.

“One hour! The two of you must hurry to Hiezu Village at once!” the Fire God ordered. “I will stay behind to guard the Shiranui family! These Threads will have a massive impact, even

leading to the destruction of our family. They must be cut!”

The two sisters nodded solemnly and set off without another word.

The Fire God also brought out a massive stack of Talismans from his room, drew his pitch-black Scissors, and sat at the entrance of the family estate.

He had a vague premonition that these Threads were inextricably linked to Jinjianglang. He could not afford to alert the rest of the clan right now, otherwise, the situation would spiral out of control. For now, he could only face the incoming threat alone.

“Brother… Please don’t do anything foolish. You must leave here alive…”

It wasn’t long before Tsukimizake and Hanamizuki, who were rushing down the road, suddenly felt a terrifying wave of Demonic Energy crash against them.

The magnitude of that Demonic Energy was vast enough to obliterate the entire Shiranui family. They wanted to fight, but they simply weren’t a match for it.

Thus, they had no choice but to conceal their presence and hide on the sidelines.

In the darkness, the two sisters watched as a blood-eyed Jinjianglang led a horde of murderous Yokai straight toward the Shiranui family. The surrounding Demonic Energy was so overwhelming that no one noticed the hidden duo.

“Is that… Brother Jinjianglang?” Tsukimizake asked in astonishment. “How did he end up like this…?”

“It seems everything is related to the Threads the Fire God mentioned!” Hanamizuki replied. “Let’s hurry to Hiezu Village. We must cut the Threads the moment they appear!”

Only after the mass of Yokai had gone far away did the two emerge from hiding, racing toward Hiezu Village under the moonlight.

……

Enenra slowly opened her eyes. She heard Little Xiang sleeping soundly beside her, while Ootengu and Yamabiko stood guard outside the house.

She gently got up and pulled the blanket over Little Xiang. She then touched the girl’s hands and feet to make sure she wasn’t cold, before tenderly brushing the messy hair away from Little Xiang’s face.

After finishing all this, she slowly walked out the door, her body naturally emitting a faint wisp of smoke.

Seeing her, both Ootengu and Yamabiko looked slightly confused.

“What’s wrong, Blind Princess?” Ootengu asked. “Did you not sleep well?”

“I slept very well. Aren’t you two cold?” Enenra pulled her Clothes tighter around herself. “It must be hard standing guard at our door on a night like this.”

“We’re not cold,” Yamabiko replied. “You should go back inside. The temperature is only going to drop further.”

Enenra didn’t say anything. Instead, she slowly sat down and raised her head as if looking at the moon, though her sightless eyes could never find where it hung in the sky.

After a while, Enenra finally spoke. “The crescent moon tonight is beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It is indeed beautiful.” Ootengu nodded, but then suddenly realized something was wrong. “How do you know it’s a crescent moon tonight?”

……

The crescent moon hung in the sky like a cold, wicked sneer, its curve sharp and piercing.

As Jinjianglang led the horde of Yokai down the road, a sudden, ominous premonition flared up in his heart.

Although they were on the verge of reaching the Shiranui family estate, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had overlooked something crucial.

The third sentence spoken by that Yaksha-faced entity echoed in his mind.

“Her smoke and the hay wreath.”

Jinjianglang had already completely figured out the meaning behind the first two sentences, but this third sentence sounded like a line from a prose poem. He had absolutely no idea how to interpret it.

He couldn’t help but reach out again, looking at the hay wreath on his wrist. It was composed of pink and yellow flowers, their arrangement neat and deliberate.

“The one who can change the ending for me… What were you trying to say?”

After staring at the wreath for only a brief moment, his entire expression changed.

Jinjianglang stopped in his tracks, and all the Yokai behind him came to a halt as well.

“What is it?” Shuten asked.

Jinjianglang pondered for a long while before swallowing hard.

He slowly raised his arm, holding the hay wreath up to Shuten. His face was filled with despair, and his voice trembled as he asked:

“Tell me… how could a person who is completely blind perfectly arrange pink and yellow flowers in such an alternating pattern?”