Chapter 1078

"Qiumo Feng? Your name—does it have any meaning?" Chen Wuji asked.

Magic Capital Mountain originally had a touch of xianxia flair; with this name, the flavor instantly became even more pronounced.

Chu Xiu clasped his hands in salute: "My lord, Deputy Officer takes the meaning of this place as Prison Demon Land."

"We can compile a tale of western demons launching a massive invasion, ravaging our Zhongyuan lands, beacon fires spreading everywhere, the people unable to survive. Then a Holy Person emerged, receiving immortal arts, acting under the mandate of the Nine Heavens to exterminate demons, waging a great battle at Magic Capital Mountain for ten years and nine months, burying and slaying hundreds of thousands of demons."

"At this point, we could simply end it, or we could say that our Huaxia people also suffered heavy casualties in this battle, lacked the strength to behead the most ferocious few demon chiefs, the Holy Person lamented to heaven, wept blood and tears to the sky, when suddenly a finger descended from above, striking those undestroyed demon heads as if into the eighteen layers beneath the earth."

"The Immortal's Severed Finger transformed into a snow mountain, eternally sealing the evil demons!"

After Chu Xiu finished speaking, a group of people fell silent.

"Return Origin Great Talent, this story is far more splendid than the Huihe's so-called divine throne!" Xu Zengyi praised.

Guo Shuhan laughed: "I very much wish for Return Origin to further refine this story; if it can be compiled into a story compilation, it will surely gain fame overseas, becoming a sensation of the era."

Seeing everyone's expression, Chen Wuji also abandoned the idea of letting them think further.

Chu Xiu's story, it truly has substance.

This belongs to Magic Capital Mountain's secondary creation, very fitting its original name, and also rich in narrative depth.

"What story? This is fact, the true history of Magic Capital Mountain buried!" Chen Wuji said in a deep voice.

"Let us follow Return Origin's version, refine the story further, best to list detailed dates, the Holy Person's appearance, birthplace, youthful experiences, and how those demons came to be, and so on."

"Everyone, pool your wisdom and strength, bring this into being, then we shall erect another stele on Qiumo Feng. After the ceasefire, I intend to re-establish a commandery here; this story shall be written on the first page of the county annals."

The crowd stared at each other, everyone numb.

Their lord, his ideas truly are as boundless as the heavenly horse galloping through the sky.

He even wants to put it in the county annals...

But Xu Zengyi and the others were not foolish; after a brief moment of bewilderment, they came to their senses.

This is not fabricating a story—it is defining this land's history, establishing its legitimacy, is it not?

Since ancient times, this place has been the Prison Demon Land of the Zhongyuan dynasty; how dare the Huihe people claim it as their own? They cannot, merely because they are descendants of demons, say this land belongs to them?

Shameless wretch, pah!

"My lord, Qiumo Feng merely erecting a stele—Deputy Officer considers it insufficient." Xu Zengyi offered advice.

"Sir, do you have any further additions?"

"My lord, since it is Prison Demon Land, how can it lack a Holy Person statue? How can it lack Holy Person classics? If we could also have a few characters personally inscribed by the Holy Person, that would be even more perfect!"

Chen Wuji gave a slight nod: "Very reasonable. This certainly exists; we have merely not discovered it yet. Tomorrow, we shall send people into the mountains to search."

"Since these are Holy Person relics, my lord, emulating the ancients' aspirations, advancing militarily to this land, recovering our Han ancestral lands, we ought to ascend the mountain to worship heaven, to offer sacrifice to the ancient Holy Persons."

Chen Wuji listened and found it increasingly reasonable: "This is certain. Having come to the Holy Person's Prison Demon Land, if we cannot ascend the mountain to pay homage, we would be unworthy as Han descendants! But, should this not be done on an auspicious day?"

"It certainly should!" Xu Zengyi pondered and said: "The Holy Person's statue is not easy to carve; it will likely take at least a month or two at the fastest."

"Let us find ways to expedite the schedule."

"Understood!"

A group of people around listened to Chen Wuji and Xu Zengyi exchanging words, their faces turning pale as if about to cramp.

Truly, human effort makes it so—this story was clearly just made up by Chu Xiu moments ago, yet now, hearing it, they actually feel as if this place's myth and legend have always been thus.

"Deputy Officer suggests, after my lord ascends Qiumo Feng to worship heaven, he ought to proclaim to the world, inform the people, order the populace to understand the true nature of Magic Capital Mountain, and restore the Han aspiration!" Zhao Chen bowed and presented his memorial.

Upon this suggestion, even Chen Wuji was stunned.

"Would doing all this be somewhat exaggerated?"

Guo Shuhan, who had been dazed for who knows how long, suddenly stepped forward and spoke loudly: "My lord, it is not exaggerated at all; since ancient times, our Han Holy Person led the people to subdue demons, this Holy Person ought to be known to our Han people, after all... we have already gone to such lengths, concealment is impossible."

He had truly been stunned silly just now.

But hearing these people speak with increasing fervor, and seeming ever more reasonable, he no longer dwelled on it, decisively joined in, and contributed his own thoughts.

This act of transforming the enemy's land at its root into Han ancestral territory—indeed, it feels quite satisfying.

Chen Wuji suddenly felt a headache coming on.

He seemed to have carelessly proposed a great undertaking.

"Wait a moment!" Chen Wuji raised his hand to stop the crowd's brainstorming: "You first calculate—if I fabricate a Holy Person out of thin air, will I not be nailed to the pillar of historical shame?"

Xu Zengyi spoke solemnly: "If the people of the world know the antecedents and consequences of this matter, they will not blame my lord, but rather praise his achievements in opening territory and expanding land."

"And if we can refine this story to be sufficiently complete, sufficiently detailed to insert into the scarce historical materials of antiquity, the false will in the future be truer than the true."

Chen Wuji then set his mind at ease: "Then do not rush into hasty and rough production; everyone, after returning, carefully examine the historical records, shape this segment of history into truth, into something others cannot refute or dismantle."

Speaking thus, Chen Wuji suddenly thought of Qiang Land: "Everyone, since Magic Capital Mountain has its true story, could Qiang Land possibly also have its own story?"

Several strategists suddenly shuddered in their robust frames.

"My lord, to make the materials for just one Magic Capital Mountain sufficiently complete is actually quite... difficult; the Holy Person's life needs perfection, the Holy Person cannot possibly lead the people to subdue demons alone, he must have several mighty generals, their biographies need perfection, how they fought also needs perfection, and so on." Chu Xiu said faintly.

Chen Wuji understood Chu Xiu's meaning: "In that case, set aside Qiang Land for now; let us first focus on Magic Capital Mountain. These materials, we can perfect them before the Magic Capital Mountain statue is completed."

Everyone inwardly let out a long sigh of relief.

They had nearly seen themselves burning the midnight oil, collapsing dead at their desks.

"Magic Capital Mountain, truly excellent!" Chen Wuji gazed toward the distant snow mountains and sincerely praised.

"Report!"

Suddenly, the call of a scout echoed from afar down the mountainside.

"Report, southern front victory, southern front victory!"

Chen Wuji clapped his palms and laughed: "This mountain, even better!"

"Issue the order: have each unit of the central army search the mountains, leave no enemy unexamined. The remaining military units may act as they see fit, cease westward military action, contract our forces and draw near to Magic Capital Mountain."