“Miss Pixiu, you should know that although you are very powerful, you can’t stop everything.” Shuten-dōji slowly took a step back, glanced at the lightning streaking across the sky, and then sighed helplessly at Song Mengmeng, who was clearly enraged, “Including that Mr. Taotie!”
Some things, once they happen, cannot be stopped!
This is fate.
As they spoke, Shuten-dōji bowed slightly. Song Mengmeng glanced at the invitation card that had appeared in her hand at some point, and when she looked at Shuten-dōji again, the white figure that she loathed had already vanished without a trace.
The sudden change went unnoticed by the ordinary pedestrians and tourists around them. To them, it was just a sudden change in weather; at most, they were thinking about where to take shelter from the rain. They would never have imagined that they had just teetered on the brink of death.
Song Mengmeng knew very well that this matter was of utmost importance, so she did not delay and hailed a taxi to head straight to the headquarters of the Di Shi Group.
Because she had been notified in advance, she saw Assistant Ming waiting at the door as soon as she got out of the car and turned around.
Emperor Yan was in a meeting at the moment, so Song Mengmeng didn't want to disturb him and chose to wait for him to come out of his office.
The little girl circled around Emperor Yan's spacious office, finally stopping in front of his desk. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then gently tapped his desk. A small, dark Pixiu sculpture with its feet stepping on dark golden flames appeared abruptly on Emperor Yan's desk.
This sculpture, like the one she placed in the Yan family's old residence, originated from her own power. Therefore, the moment this sculpture appeared, everyone in the entire Emperor Shi headquarters instantly felt a strange sense of refreshment.
If it were an exorcist with some ability like Hu Yue, she would be able to see that outside the already unapproachable and inviolable aura surrounding the Emperor's Tower, there was also a faint golden light that was impossible to pierce.
That is the protective power from the mythical Pixiu!
"What's wrong? It sounded like you had something important to tell me on the phone." As Yan Di entered the room, he saw the little girl sitting cross-legged by the French windows, gazing at the scenery outside. He casually walked to the table and tapped it. Just like in the shrine of the Yan family's old mansion, the once proud and handsome little Pixiu was immediately nestled tightly in the arms of another giant beast beside it. No matter how you looked at it, it exuded a tender and affectionate atmosphere...
"You changed my settings again!" Song Mengmeng turned around and saw that her statue had been moved. She glared angrily at Yan Di and shouted loudly with a dissatisfied expression, "I'm obviously very powerful! How can I be so delicate?!"
"Then, shall we have a fight?" Yan Di chuckled as he walked over to the little girl and ruffled her fluffy head, suggesting with great interest.
"..." Song Mengmeng immediately fell silent, swallowing back all her protests.
Okay!
We can't beat them.
Fortunately, the little girl didn't dwell on the matter too much. Because of Yan Di's reminder, she quickly got up from the ground, took out the invitation from her bag, and handed it to Yan Di: "Look, this."
"Ha, so soon, you've come back again?" He only glanced at the invitation before he understood why his young lady was in such a hurry to find him.
It seems that his methods and actions before were too mild.
Otherwise, those bedbugs wouldn't have kept bothering his little girl!
"I already told you, the Kusanagi Sword is a fake, but that guy still won't give up and wants to keep lying to me!" Song Mengmeng spat angrily. The monsters in the Sakura Country are all too wicked; there isn't a single good one among them!
Emperor Yan was amused by Song Mengmeng's little mood. He chuckled softly, tossed the invitation aside, and then pulled the little one into his arms, asking gently, "So, are you planning to go?"
“I wasn’t planning on going, but I have a feeling that guy is up to no good!” Song Mengmeng sniffed, habitually rubbed against Yan Di’s chest, and muttered softly, “I have a feeling that they’re plotting something big for us!”
"Well, since it involves the Kusanagi Sword, their purpose is not hard to guess." Yan Di raised his hand and very familiarly and naturally put a fortune candy into Song Mengmeng's mouth. Then, like petting a small animal, he gently stroked her forehead and back to soothe her.
"Hmm?" Song Mengmeng raised her head slightly, looking at Yan Di with a hint of confusion.
"Since you know about the Kusanagi Sword, you should also know its origin, right?" Yan Di leaned back on the sofa, holding the little one in his arms and helping her to a more comfortable position, and asked in a low voice.
"I know, it was cut from the tail of the Yamata no Orochi!" Song Mengmeng nodded, but couldn't help but continue to complain, "Speaking of which, the people of Japan are really incomprehensible! They actually regard a demon sword born from a monster's body as a sacred object!"
"You're not wrong about that. Actually, there's another theory: the Kusanagi Sword of Heaven is said to be part of the Yamata no Orochi's body, a condensation of all its demonic power."
The reason why Takamagahara left the Ame no Kusanagi no Tsurugi behind and even built a shrine for it, making it one of the three sacred treasures, was simply because the gods living in Takamagahara in the land of cherry blossoms knew very well that without this method, they would not be able to suppress the demonic power of Yamata no Orochi!
They simply wanted to use this method to control the Kusanagi Sword, to make it forget its true origins and identity, and to make it a divine weapon that the gods of Takamagahara desired, one that would submit to divine power.
So many years of incense and offerings have truly caused it to gradually lose its true nature as a demon spirit, and it has become the form that the gods of Takamagahara wanted it to present.
Of course, if the Kusanagi Sword could remain in Takamagahara forever, that would be fine. After some time, it would truly forget all its memories of demons and become a true divine weapon protecting Takamagahara.
Unfortunately, the unwilling demons managed to take the Kusanagi Sword to the lower realm at the crucial moment, freeing it from the brainwashing and control of Takamagahara!
Later, the gods declined, and although Takamagahara also realized that something was wrong, he was no longer able to bring the Kusanagi Sword back to Takamagahara!
Only divine power could be used to seal its power, causing it to fall into a long slumber in an unknown corner of the lower realm along with the decline of Takamagahara.
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