Legend Management Bureau Chapter 483

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“Oh no!” The Fire God’s expression turned cold as he also rushed toward Lovesickness.

Jinjianglang gritted his teeth and viciously waved his hand at the Fire God.

This casual wave carried a force of five million kilograms.

A massive gale generated by the palm strike surged forward, blowing the Fire God away for dozens of meters.

By the time he crashed heavily onto the ground, Jinjianglang was already inches away from Lovesickness.

“It is too late…” the Fire God muttered, struggling to lift his head to witness the scene.

He watched as the crimson Lovesickness gradually transformed into a humanoid cloud of smoke, slowly opening its arms.

Jinjianglang also spread his arms, embracing that cloud of smoke.

“Jinjianglang, you deserve a better life,” the crimson figure said slowly.

In the next second, the entirety of Lovesickness melded into Jinjianglang’s body.

He lowered his head in silence, making no further sound.

Shuten hurriedly walked over to the Fire God and helped him up. Looking in Jinjianglang’s direction, he asked, “What is the situation now?”

“We have done everything we could… The rest depends on how Time repairs all of this…” the Fire God replied slowly.

Fifteen minutes passed, then thirty.

Jinjianglang stood there for an entire hour without any reaction.

This made everyone momentarily suspect that something had gone wrong with him.

“This is the first time such a situation has occurred…” the Fire God said with a frown. “Could it be because there is still one thread left uncut?”

Although he said that, even the Fire God did not know what kind of problem leaving a single thread behind would cause.

Suddenly, Jinjianglang lifted his head.

The dark aura surrounding his body instantly dispersed, and his eyes returned to their original pitch-black color.

“Huh?” He turned his head to look at the surrounding Yokai. “What is wrong with all of you?”

The group looked back at him, unable to hide their confusion, but no one dared to be the first to speak.

“We… How are you feeling?” Shuten asked.

“How am I doing?” Jinjianglang offered a faint

smile. “I am perfectly fine. Why do you all look so pained? Did Shuten and the Fire God just have a spar?”

“I…” The Fire God clutched his chest and asked tentatively, “Where are you going, Brother?”

“I am going to retrieve that Yokai’s head.” Jinjianglang pointed in the direction of Hiezu Village. “Is that not the objective of the Assessment Trial? I heard she has already been killed. Although I was not the one who dealt the final blow, I should still be considered to have passed the Assessment Trial.”

Hearing Jinjianglang use the term “that Yokai,” everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed he had completely forgotten.

From this moment on, he was a Time Master devoid of romantic love.

“If you are free, come along with me,” Jinjianglang said. “It is only about seven kilometers away; just think of it as a nice excursion.”

“Oh, alright…” everyone responded, looking at each other in dismay before nodding.

“This is wonderful.” Jinjianglang stretched his back and spoke slowly, “By the time Enenra returns next time, I will officially be a Time Master. I wonder if she will be surprised?”

The group, who were just about to set off, froze in their tracks upon hearing this.

“Brother, who… did you just say?” the Fire God asked.

“Enenra.” Jinjianglang placed a hand over his chest. “I miss her so much. I want to see her right away, but I do not know when she will return from her long journey.”

“A long journey…?”

The Fire God slowly raised his head, gazing up at the pitch-black, starry sky.

What exactly was Time?

Why did it repair everything into the most logical state?

Enenra had not died; she had merely gone on a long journey.

Just this simple reason alone had stopped Jinjianglang’s demonization and ended the war between the two great families.

Did Time truly possess its own consciousness?

The Fire God smiled bitterly and shook his head. If given the chance, he definitely had to befriend Time and

then shake its hand.

To see exactly what kind of person it was.

……

Three hundred and thirty-seven years later.

This year was yet another year of waiting in vain for Enenra.

Jinjianglang sat in his room, lost in thought.

Had she been away for too long?

Jinjianglang could no longer recall Enenra’s appearance, nor could he remember the sound of her voice.

What exactly had happened between them?

And why had she decided to embark on such a long journey?

Jinjianglang could not remember anything at all anymore.

Yet, for some unknown reason, he still missed her terribly.

If possible, he truly wished to hear her voice again—even if it was just a single sentence, even if it was merely an illusion.

As long as that voice rang out once more, he was certain he would be able to recall everything…

At that moment, Jinjianglang’s mobile phone rang.

He picked it up and saw the caller ID read: “Troublemaker.”

“Hello?”

“Brother Jinjianglang!!” Little Xiang’s voice came from the other end.

“Speak your mind, I am very busy.”

“Hehe… Brother, although I know you are busy… do you know someone named Du Yu?”

“I do,” Jinjianglang replied without hesitation.

“You do?!” Little Xiang let out a sharp squeal. “How could you possibly know Senior Du Yu? How did you two meet?!”

Jinjianglang curled his lips, answering in annoyance, “Little Xiang, you have only been back for two days, yet you have muttered the name Du Yu to me hundreds of thousands of times. Even if I wanted to forget it now, I cannot. It is incredibly frustrating.”

“Ah… is that so?” Shiranui Asuka paused for a moment. “No, Brother! I mean to ask, have you ever met Senior Du Yu in person? Have you and he ever had any history together?”

Jinjianglang shook his head helplessly, marveling at how his younger sister’s thoughts were always so wild and unconstrained. “Are you foolish, Little Xiang? I have never even been to China, so how could I have any history with him?

“

“Then… Brother, could you come over?” Shiranui Asuka asked tentatively.

“Come over? To China?” Jinjianglang blinked. “Why?”

“There is a bit of a special situation here… We might need you to handle it…” Shiranui Asuka said. “So, can you just whoosh your way over here right now?”

“Whooshing over is definitely out of the question. I still have many matters to deal with, but I will get there as quickly as I can.”

“That is wonderful!”

Just as Jinjianglang was about to hang up, Shiranui Asuka spoke up again, “Ah, by the way, Brother… if you find out that I lied to you, you will not beat me, will you?”

“Beat you?” Jinjianglang revealed a faint smile and replied, “No, I would not. For some reason, I do not dislike liars.”

After ending the call, Jinjianglang slowly stood up.

Cross the ocean to go to China?

Thinking about it, it was not a bad idea.

He had stayed within this stifling family for far too long; it was about time he saw the outside world.

But that phrase, cross the ocean… it felt as though he had said it to someone a long, long time ago.

To whom had he said it?

“Well, forget it. I cannot remember.” Jinjianglang picked up his scissors and strapped them to his back. “Since my younger sister has made a request, I should set off early.”

On this day, Shiranui Jinjianglang officially departed from Fusang.

After he left the empty room, a gentle breeze blew in through the window.

“Young Patriarch!” A clansman knocked on the door while holding a wanted poster, only to find no trace of Jinjianglang.

“How strange. Did he go out?”

He glanced around the room and could only gently place the wanted poster on Jinjianglang’s desk.

“Forget it. I will wait for the Young Patriarch to return before dealing with this matter.”

The wanted poster depicted a young girl. Her eyes were bright and piercing, and she wore a mischievous smirk.

At the bottom of the wanted poster, it read:

“Warning: The human teenage fraudster who specializes in scamming Onmyoji has appeared.”