Chapter 1640

"On another day, having offended, he goes bearing thorns; this morning, bathed in blood, he returns victorious. The old lands of Xuanfeng all lie in ruin, and fierce fire splits and refines the golden vajra."

"Today we do not speak of the Du Ming Xian Zi of A Diliya, but of the 'Bei Ming Ling Guan Maidemos'. This Maidemos is nicknamed Wandi. The two characters Wandi mean the Wandi that myriad multitudes cannot resist, the Wandi that ten thousand people cannot resist!"

The audience below could not wait to press on: "And then?"

"The wind cuts the banners, the rain beats the remnant troops. Across the plain, wailing geese, but only the lion's roar is heard. You ask what manner of person this Wandi is? He is none other than the heir of Xuanfeng, rejected by his father, who for several years drifted in the nether sea, forging an indestructible body, summoned by Qian Mian Tong Nai, and thus devoted himself to the great undertaking of pursuing fire."

The storyteller flipped his robe sleeve, his speech growing ever faster, like a string of cannonballs: "After that, he slew the black tide, passed the trials, drank the fine brew of fresh blood, and retreated from the disaster-stricken planet; he laid to rest old grudges, guarded the holy city, returned to the sunken homeland, and ascended the agate throne."

The storyteller suddenly slapped the waking wood, shaking the teacup on the table into a tremor.

"This truly is: the angry lion, after a hundred battles, occupies the high seat; the prestige of Xuanfeng shall forever leave fragrance."

The audience below, each one anxious, slapped their thighs repeatedly, urging: "And then?"

"The affairs of Wengxing, overturned through a thousand ages, are revealed in full in 'Ru Wo Su Shu'. If you wish to know what comes next, please listen to the next installment's explanation!"

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Black Cat Spirit.

"Du Ming Xian Zi, Qian Mian Tong Nai, Bei Ming Ling Guan……?"

Xiao Hei pondered carefully, and it seemed what was said did indeed fit quite well. Tirixibosius having transformed into a thousand people, though in childlike form yet possessing a thousand years of lifespan, the four words 'Qian Mian Tong Nai' simply perfectly encapsulate her.

"Although I know the story of Wengfaluo Si, hearing that uncle tell it feels like a different kind of experience, how interesting!"

"Isn't it rather different from the movies you usually watch?" Lu Ye asked with a smile.

Xiao Hei nodded vigorously, the pair of black cat ears on his head swaying as well, his emerald-green eyes sparkling brightly.

"Mm! Completely different! I feel that uncle has adapted the story, reworking it into a version more suitable for the people of Xianzhou." Xiao Hei shoved a chicken leg into his mouth, eating while muttering somewhat indistinctly, "When the day comes that everyone from Wengfaluo Si arrives in reality, and the people of Xianzhou see the living 'Qian Mian Tong Nai', 'Du Ming Xian Zi', what expression will they wear?"

Lu Ye lowered his head in thought: "Probably… curious?"

"Why curious?"

"Curious whether General Jing Yuan or Bai E is stronger." Lu Ye chuckled, "Curious about those famed Yun Qi swordsmen of Xianzhou—like Yan Qing—and how they would fare against the 'Bei Ming Ling Guan'."

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"After bidding farewell to Xianzhou, Xing set off for Pinokangni, and having offered flowers before the monuments of the three pioneering predecessors, she came aboard the Hui Chang Shi Hao to make contact with Zhigengniao's projection."

"The campaign against 'Destruction' and its behind-the-scenes deeds ought to be made known to more people. I know several publishers; they can produce dream bubbles from sample copies and launch them on Pinokangni. But…"

Zhigengniao paused, a fleeting shadow of worry crossing her face: "You know, Pinokangni is a land wrapped in syrup. I fear that for the people in dreams, heroic epics are too heavy. All we can do is place it on the shelves. Whether it can survive in competition is too uncertain… but I think, Xing, just follow your heart's desire. People can only tell the stories they believe in."

Zhigengniao's words made Xing hesitate unusually.

"She knows that in Pinokangni, nothing is serious. Even the heroic blood-and-tears saga is merely after-dinner chatter."

"Zhong Xiao Zi, Han Nu Xiong Di, Yin Fu Xiao Jie…… they too were once living legends. If 'Ru Wo Su Shu' were spread in the same joking manner, would it still be the result she wants?"

"……"

Xing slowly opened her eyes, she decided to believe in Wengfaluo Si.

"Yes, the answer has been obvious from the very beginning. The story of the three unnamed guests—isn't that the best proof?"

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Ha Li Er Er Potter.

"Indeed, Pinokangni puts entertainment above all; its people are accustomed to using laughter and stimulation to numb themselves. If Xing were to tell the story of Wengfaluo Si in a completely truthful, even heavy way, people would very likely reject it." Hermione sighed deeply.

"But if the stories in 'Ru Wo Su Shu' were turned into the kind of cartoons like Han Nu Xiong Di and Zhong Xiao Zi, told with a joking attitude, I feel that would only backfire, even be quite dangerous." Ha Li Er Er flicked his lips, "If the Ministry of Magic were to package the first wizard war as a cartoon story, diluting the brutal slaughter in jest… would future wizards still feel fear about it?"

Ron's complexion gradually changed.

"The same reasoning: when everyone fails to realize the grandeur of the Fire Pursuit Journey, and fails to realize what Bai E and Xilian have sacrificed, they will, in subtle ways, diminish the threat that Tumu poses to the Huazuo."

"But they have already been killed once by Tumu, haven't they?"

"When Tumu thrust that spear down at that time, many people simply did not realize where the danger came from—no, should say they did not realize they were already dead." Ha Li Er Er extended a finger, "Just like… dreaming in sleep, can you vividly recall the moment from waking to falling asleep? Many are killed instantly by Tumu, then unknowingly revived by Xilian, just like having slept. The only difference is that the broadcast now has an extra item about the news of the extermination led by the Stellar Peace Company."

"Indeed, when Tumu fired that shot then, we also did not realize what exactly had happened; when we opened our eyes again, we were already existing in the form of 'memory'." Hermione said, "And, for Pinokangni, at that time the family had taken no action whatsoever—this, too, is a signal to the people in dreams: for the tumultuous Tumu in the Galaxy, the family felt no threat. With the family being such, how could we expect ordinary people to pay heed to this?"

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"Love, friendship, anger, regret… a tiny dream bubble actually contains such complex emotions, as if pouring a full bottle of vodka into a clay pot." Doctor Ai De Hua Yi Sheng politely expressed thanks, "Thank you for providing the memory; this is my judgment: it will surely be a great hit."

"Even if the result falls short of expectation, I can also let the heroes dance a tap dance in the Genesis Vortex Heart, equally able to reap great success."

Seeing a slight change in Xing's complexion, Doctor Ai De Hua Yi Sheng quickly corrected himself: "Haha, just a little joke. You can rest assured, I am a professional dream-bubble collector, knowing what succeeds and what does not."

"Oh ho ho ho ho, just like that, 'Ru Wo Su Shu' has been launched on Pinokangni. Some guess it would not have happened without the support of alfalfa grass, and they guessed correctly. Such a great favor—why not do it?"

Lao Ao Di smiled meaningfully: "Let the young people continue to make a ruckus. Who knows, one day they might truly change the Huazuo?"