Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

Mu Xian paused for a moment, then took the jar of "Lingfenxiang Production Method" knowledge.

"how should I do?"

"Very simple."

Upon hearing the reply, Dolly smiled again, though her expression held a hint of cunning.

"All you need to do is upload the knowledge to a small virtual space."

"But a Void Terminal is needed as a medium before that."

Dolly suddenly had a green patterned object in her hand.

"Consider this a transaction... no, a gift between friends."

Mu Xian had seen this thing before; it seemed to be called a Void Terminal.

It seems like everyone gives you one of these items when they enter Sumeru City.

However, Mu Xian had secretly slipped into Sumeru City and hadn't obtained the Void Terminal by the time he left.

He took the Void Terminal and quickly put it on his ear.

The scene before them had changed; some words had appeared next to Dolly in their line of sight.

【Dolly Sangmahabai】

[A small but cunning and despicable businessman!]

[The Mora in his hands could have been used to build a new World Tree, but he chose to construct a useless and extravagant building.]

[A shrewd businessman who should have been a good person]

...

Mu Xian could tell that these texts were all evaluations, and most of them were not very positive.

Mu Xian shifted his gaze from the words and looked at Dolly again.

She still wore that same smile that suggested she'd met a big spender.

She should know that Mu Xian could see these comments, yet she acted as if she didn't care at all.

Well... he doesn't seem to be the kind of businessman who appears to be on the surface.

However, Mu Xian didn't care about the stories behind the other people; at least he felt that Dolly in front of him seemed to be doing quite well.

From the previous text, Mu Xian could tell that this guy was not the ordinary traveling merchant she described.

Gathering his thoughts, Mu Xian looked at the canned knowledge in his hand.

"What should we do next?"

"Recall the knowledge you need to upload, then leave the rest to Dolly."

Dolly paused for a moment, then continued, "Of course, Dolly only needs a little bit of your sword-training experience, dear friend, not everything."

"As for what insights you gain, that's up to you, my friend."

Mu Xian didn't speak, and his whole being sank into his own consciousness.

—Any tips for practicing swordsmanship...?

Mu Xian then realized that practicing swordsmanship seemed to have been a constant throughout his previous twenty years.

Whether it's the Favonius swordsmanship of Mondstadt, the Guhua swordsmanship of Liyue, or the Kamisama style of Inazuma...

Mu Xian has gained some insights at each stage.

As for exchanging insights and knowledge about bottling at different times, Mu Xian also had his own options.

The scene before him slowly changed, and Mu Xian seemed to be able to hear the sound of wooden swords striking each other.

It felt as if I had returned to the time when I was in Mondstadt, and the tip of the wooden sword in my hand was broken off.

Standing in front of him was a boy with short, red hair, almost a head taller than him...

"The scenery in Mondstadt is so beautiful!!"

This is a sound that doesn't belong to Mu Xian's memory.

The voice carried a mixture of curiosity and excitement, as if the speaker had encountered something new and exciting.

Mu Xian turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

The grapevines there have just begun to form.

Apart from the grapevines hanging on the wooden frame, there wasn't a soul in sight.

Chapter 134: An Apology from the Little Lucky Grass King

The upload of sword practice insights was not slow, and Mu Xian quickly detached himself from his consciousness.

With his gaze focused, Mu Xian saw Dolly, who was holding a can of knowledge and whose Mora eyes were shining brightly.

The previously empty can of knowledge started to light up, clearly indicating that it now contained what Dolly wanted.

But when she saw Mu Xian's gaze fall on her, Dolly quickly recovered.

She looked at Mu Xian with a warm expression.

"My friend, you are the best friend Dolly has ever met in ten thousand years!"

As she spoke, she ran over and hugged Mu Xian's leg again.

However, Mu Xian took a step back, picked up the sword sheathed and patted Dolly on the head.

"Well..."

This time, there was no Zhenling to shield Dolly from the scabbard on her head.

The throbbing pain in his head made the small businessman squat on the ground.

She held her head, which looked swollen, tears welling in her eyes, finally revealing an expression of grievance that belonged to a little girl but not to a businesswoman.

Mu Xian didn't pay much attention to any of this.

Knowing that staying here would be a waste of time, Mu Xian hung the silent benevolence back on his waist, turned around and left.

The footsteps quickly faded into the distance and then disappeared.

Dolly, realizing that the "humanoid spirit" had disappeared, quietly raised her head.

Her gaze darted around before settling back on the can of knowledge.

Unlike the ubiquitous "method of making lingfen incense," this more practical, combat-oriented canned knowledge is much more popular with many customers.

If sold individually, it would probably be worth tens of millions of Mora.

In this way, it seems that this new friend has lost out a lot.

But Dolly would never mistreat her friends!!

After all... this friend can help Dolly earn even more Mora.

Thinking about this, Dolly had another worry.

A worry that Dolly had never experienced before.

That is because the products sold are so good that customers simply cannot afford to buy that many Mora.

The wealthy man, whose legend was felt throughout the entire Sumeru region, looked up at the sky and fell into deep thought for three seconds.

Three seconds later, a voice suddenly rang out, as if someone had figured something out.

"Have it!"

Mora's eyes quickly grew brighter and brighter, and then she called over the merchant guild's men.

"Miss Dolly? What can I do for you?"

"Find seven empty cans of knowledge, and then I will divide my sword-training experience into seven parts and pour them into them."

As for the name...

Dolly thought for a moment, and it seemed she remembered the Inazuma sword that had struck her head.

"Let's call it 'One-Handed Sword Combat Techniques,' and then divide it into seven parts."

Despite the throbbing pain in her head, Dolly still managed to laugh.

"In that case, there will definitely be customers who can afford the price."

"Moreover... customers who bought the first part will definitely want to buy the second part as well."

"After buying Part Two, I'll definitely want to buy Part Three..."

"In that case, we can absolutely raise the price of these canning-related products!"

"Besides giving this friend the Mora he should give, Dolly can also earn more Mora from this."

Dolly became more and more excited as she spoke, as if she could see Mora waving at her in the distance...

At this moment, Mu Xian was about to leave Omos Port.

Not long ago, Mu Xian had already obtained the method for making Lingfenxiang in the canned form.

Now, Mu Xian's task is to make the Lingfen incense and then find a good location.

The information on canned goods includes not only the production method of linalool, but also many usage instructions.

For example, when lighting linalool incense to enter meditation, it is best to do so in a quiet, secluded, and safe corner.

For example, it takes many years of practice to enter the World Tree with the help of ordinary scholars like Lingfenxiang, only in this way can one slowly resonate with the power of the Grass God.

But Mu Xian didn't think the second option was of any use to him.

Mu Xian had a feeling that, as long as he could use some kind of medium, his consciousness could completely enter the World Tree.

It's like... it's like there's something on the World Tree that can connect with me.

Despite this feeling, Mu Xian still planned to choose a relatively quiet place to ensure a smooth process.

After all, no matter what, the port of Omos, where gilded tour groups run rampant, can hardly be described as "secluded, deserted, and safe".

Time flies, and Mu Xian has no idea how far he has traveled from Port Omos.