Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

The immortals were kind and gentle. Even when the city dwellers plundered the immortal minerals, the immortals didn't care much and simply continued digging. The young emperor forbade anyone from plundering the gold and iron immortal minerals, regarding the jade egg and the immortals as a blessing to all living beings, and instead made good offerings to them.

After that, the immortals collected the ore from the jade egg and lived in peace with the city's inhabitants for three thousand years.

During the War of the Demons, countless demons and kings fought each other for the divinely ordained throne, causing the starry abyss to lose its luster. The blue and white jade egg that fell from the sky could not withstand the disturbance and, disregarding the earth's attempts to hold it back, fled to the heavens.

Another thousand years have passed. The war between the demon gods has long ended, and the once prosperous Jadefall City, which thrived on mining, is now in ruins. Not only Jadefall City, but even Guili Plains has vanished. The people of Liyue have built a new Liyue Harbor along the coast east of Tianheng Mountain.

The city of Fallen Jade was also known as "Dunyu Mausoleum" because of the escape of the blue and white jade eggs. The name "Dunyu" means "the place where beautiful jade escaped".

A poem laments: "The land embraces the rugged terrain of cliffs and deep pools, while the city is surrounded by flowing river waters."

At that time, there were millions of households, and red mansions lined the streets.

Spring grass grows where a country has perished; ancient mounds lie buried beneath the ruined palace.

The scenery is beautiful today, but who remembers Huazhou?

But few people know that the jade egg, which absorbed the mineral essence of three thousand years in Zhuiyu City, is nurturing an embryo.

The Moth Chasing Fire A-303 Millennium Life Support Capsule, next target: Inazuma.

Chapter One: Saria's dragged along to conquer Genshin Impact!

July 28th marks the end of the dog days of summer.

Inazuma Main Island, Kagemaya, Narukami Taisha Shrine, and the back mountain villa.

A bolt of lightning and a rock dragon crashed down into the courtyard, instantly transforming into human form. The man, now formed from the rock dragon, stood with his hands behind his back, his demeanor elegant. The woman, formed from the lightning, wore a simple white and purple kimono, possessing stunning beauty, with long, dark purple hair cascading down to her thighs.

In the courtyard stood a square yet rounded blue-white metal cabin, about five cubic meters in size.

Zhongli was slightly taken aback. From the details of the metal alone, he knew very well that this was not a product of the Teyvat continent, yet he felt a sense of familiarity. This blue and white, jade-like metal cabin... made his memories vaguely jumbled together.

It seems he had seen it before, in the years before Liyue Harbor was built.

Pushing open the door that once belonged to the shrine maiden's dormitory, both gods saw a mature woman dressed in a pure black curtain-style nun's habit kneeling humbly beside a cradle, gently rocking it while softly humming a tune.

A child was fast asleep in the cradle, and next to the cradle was a rectangular metal capsule, shaped like a coffin.

The woman was merely a projection, seemingly originating from an unknown device nearby. Raiden seemed quite familiar with the woman, silently listening to the nun's humming.

“Miss Zhen, once the 3D projection device runs out of energy, his growth will depend entirely on you,” the nun said softly. “Eve’s physiology regresses to one year old after each death, at which point he has almost no memory or thinking ability. So, Miss Zhen, when he grows up, remember to tell him that his home is not here.”

"What if I don't tell him?" Zhongli was surprised by the words of the Thor who was known for his gentleness. "A child who truly believes he is a Teyvat seems... more in my interest, doesn't he? I will raise him to be the ruler of Inazuma, and he could even be the next Thor after me. Aren't you... jealous?"

But the nun was not angry.

"Pointless."

She didn't care that the lightning wasn't cooperating. She just looked at Yao Lanli and said softly, "He is a child who will bring change, a child who chases fire. He will eventually come back. But until he awakens, I can only remain silent. I hand him over to you. You can take whatever you want from him."

"What we want?" Raiden remained noncommittal.

“For example, hope,” the nun said calmly. “It is merely the redemption of a lower civilization by a higher one. The Calamity of Kanria is, in our eyes, at most, a minor man-made disaster. But he is the Son of Man who embodies the will to live of eight billion people. If it were just your hope, he could have done it.”

The eyes of the two deities flickered simultaneously; the sheer volume of information was overwhelming even to the gods.

The mature and maternal beauty of the nun finally began to fade. She gazed sadly at the sleeping baby in the cradle, tears streaming down her face, and stroked the baby's delicate face: "I'm leaving now, baby. Take good care of yourself... I hope that when you see me next time, you'll remember my name. No... you'll definitely remember."

Raiden was startled and hurriedly asked, "Wait! Ms. Aponia! You've never told me this child's name..."

“The name is yours to keep. His life is new, and so should his name.” Aponia’s projection shattered like a pebble thrown into water, but at the last moment, she hesitated.

"Let me be a little selfish... please give it to him... his name contains the character 'Liang'..."

--------------

It's still Inazuma.

More than ten years have passed since the Rock King Emperor and his immortals visited Inazuma. It was 5:00 AM in July.

Shen Liang woke up on time, feeling unbearably hot. Theoretically, the castle tower was built in the middle of Narukami Island, which is in a maritime monsoon climate. The castle tower was also the residence of high-ranking officials and nobles, so the rooms should be warm in winter and cool in summer. Most importantly, in the summer he should be sleeping in the bathtub every day. Because of his physical condition, the maids in the castle tower would most likely have to change his water every night, so it was impossible for him to be this hot.

The thought that she should have been in the bathtub made Shen Liang pause for a moment, then she understood.

He opened his eyes and, unsurprisingly, saw that the guy was holding him tightly in his arms again.

The beautiful woman squeezed beside him had a head of white hair that intertwined with his own white hair like silk, making it impossible to tell who was whose. Only a few strands of hair, carrying the fresh scent of his newly developed shampoo, touched his nose, causing a slight itch. The sleeping girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pink lips parted slightly with her breath, making one want to peck them.

She was holding the small, white-haired boy as they slept in the bathtub. The cold water the maid had added the night before had long since evaporated due to the intense heat from their close proximity, which had caused his blood to boil. The bathtub was made of wood, not ceramic, and now it felt like a sauna. Moreover, the white-haired girl was holding him, her nightgown strap half-pulled down over her smooth, fragrant shoulders, making her appear completely unguarded and alluring.

In layman's terms, it's hot, and even hotter.

Shen Liang silently picked up the large wooden tub beside the bathtub and poured cold water directly onto himself and the girl. His own scalding body even hissed and steamed. The girl in the bathtub, however, was incredibly strong. Even after being splashed, she just grumbled and clicked her tongue, then skillfully pulled her wet dress and turned around, her long, beautiful hair whipping across the boy's face.

“Aunt Mistelin Shaniat, we made a pact that you must not approach me after I fall asleep. The Holy Blood within me will activate when it senses you, and I cannot suppress the Holy Blood genes.” Shen Liang left the bathtub and picked up the white straitjacket from the floor. “The continuous boiling of my blood will cause my body temperature to rise above fifty degrees Celsius, while the comfortable temperature for humans is 36.7 degrees Celsius. If you don’t want me to suffer from insomnia every day due to the heat, stay away from me.”

"Ha, only teenagers dream of getting close to pretty girls. It's in a man's nature. I've never heard of a teenager driving girls away... So contrary to nature, so lacking in masculinity... Son of Fire, nothing more than that."

Even though she didn't bother to open her eyes, the white-haired girl called Mistelin still retaliated without mercy. It's worth mentioning that this stunningly beautiful girl, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, was already considered an "auntie" by Shen Liang.

“Whether someone is manly or not isn’t determined by teenage fantasies. Besides, don’t talk to me about ‘chasing fire.’ Even if, as you say, I haven’t awakened many memories yet, if I don’t have those memories, I don’t have them. Even if you mock me, I won’t feel any disappointment,” Shen Liang said as he dressed.

Mistelin finally came to her senses a bit more and leaned against the edge of the bathtub, lazily watching the boy change his clothes.

Yes, it is indeed "appreciation".

The boy, barely over 1.5 meters tall, looked quite young, but he was already nearly as handsome as Mistelin. His long, flowing white hair, reaching past his waist, highlighted the purity of his Shaniat bloodline. He was slender, yet his muscles were clearly defined. His clothing wasn't the cotton or linen fabrics of his contemporaries, but rather a pure white straitjacket, with black buckled leather straps tightly binding his limbs. Straitjackets were originally intended for patients with mania or other mental illnesses, but Shen Liang was clearly mentally sound; he wore it primarily to ensure that if he lost control and burned himself, no one would notice.

However, it must be said that the boy, whose looks rivaled those of a beautiful young woman, dressed in such conservative and ascetic attire, perfectly suited Mistelin's tastes. For families with religious beliefs, the more conservative and ascetic the style, the more they appreciated it.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Mistelin was a little disappointed that she couldn't watch the boy continue getting dressed, so she shrugged and simply continued taking a bath.

"Come in," Shen Liang said calmly, glancing at the bathtub.

The person who entered was a similarly short, purple-haired boy with raised eyebrows and a rather arrogant attitude. He had actually entered before Shen Liang even asked him to, and his knocking was merely a perfunctory gesture of politeness.

He glanced at the boy who was getting dressed and was subconsciously stunned by the boy's bright and beautiful appearance, but fortunately he was used to it. His face flushed slightly, but he immediately stopped himself.

"There's a court assembly today, and the general asked me to inform you. I didn't expect you to still be sleeping?" The arrogant young man entered with his hands behind his back. "Liang, you're too lazy. It seems like you sleep for more than six hours every day? I haven't seen you at the morning court assembly so many times. You simply don't respect the gods."

"None of your business," Shen Liang said casually, "Lei Dapao."

"You! I told you not to call me that name, Thunder Kingdom Collapse! Listen carefully, Thunder Kingdom Collapse! Aren't you afraid I'll get angry?!" The boy named Lei Dapao exploded, staring at Shen Liang with a twisted expression. "I kindly came to remind you, and you..."

“We’re like brothers, why do we need to care about this?” Shen Liang fastened the last lock. “I remember today very clearly, after all, it’s the first day my identity was revealed in the Shogunate. I’m sure many people have been trying to figure me out for years.”

"It's a shame you have any self-awareness," Guo Beng sneered. "Who dares to compare themselves to you two brothers, mere humans, with my divine creations?"

"If that's really what you think, then I'll take my leave. I'm sorry, Your Highness, I've overstepped my bounds. I'm not going to be your friend anymore. Go play by yourself. I need to eat breakfast, what are you still doing here?"

"You! Do you have to make me angry?" Lei Dianguo said through gritted teeth. "I know you haven't had breakfast yet, so I brought you your favorite sweet fermented rice balls. Eat less, so you don't get drunk when you go to court!"

"Your Highness, this is unacceptable! How can a commoner like myself allow Your Highness to personally deliver my meal? Wouldn't that be disrespectful to Your Majesty, the creator of this world?"

"Enough with the sarcasm! Stop with the weird talk! Eat up, eat up! Each court session lasts for several hours, and we usually can't eat. If we don't eat enough, we'll have to starve in front of all the officials!"

"That's more like it. Stop being so arrogant with me. It's disgusting for a man to be arrogant, you know?"

In fact, many people do try to understand Shen Liang.

More than ten years have passed since he could remember. Shen Liang grew up deep within the castle tower, rarely interacting with others. Most of the officials in the shogunate knew that there was a young man who could enter and leave the castle tower as if it were his own, who practiced martial arts with the Okuzawa clan, lived with the shogun, and some even claimed to have witnessed him sparring with the shogun... But very few people had ever seen Shen Liang, let alone knew his identity.

Today, on the day of Shen Liang's coming-of-age ceremony, his identity is inexplicably about to be announced.

Shen Liang himself didn't know his own identity. Logically speaking, he seemed to be just a child picked up by Thor. Misterin said that he was the son of a person who was burdened with great responsibilities but was stupid and incurable... But he had doubts about the latter. He actually always felt that Misterin was just a personality he had imagined. She probably developed a mental illness because she was raised in the deep palace and lacked friends.

Mistelin Schariac, the white-haired girl who sleeps with him every day, is a very peculiar being. She calls herself "Haten," and claims to be from another world, a "Guardian" entrusted to protect him, who can provide him with a great deal of power.

However, no one could touch Misterine, or rather, no one could "know" her. She was always by his side, yet no one ever noticed. Misterine seemed to have no impact on the world, or rather, any impact she might have would be rationalized by others. For example, she was right next to him, having finished Shen Liang's breakfast, yet the Thunder Kingdom hadn't noticed anything unusual...

Shen Liang once thought he had a mental illness, that only he could see Misterin, and even sought help from Raiden Shin... But Raiden Shin actually believed his words. Even someone as strong as Raiden Shin couldn't recognize the existence of the so-called Misterin, but she still smiled and said to Shen Liang things like "You have to believe in yourself," "You must have an older sister protecting you," and "You are a lucky child," which Shen Liang himself couldn't quite accept.

But as time went on, Shen Liang had no choice but to accept it, and gradually she was able to get along well with her mental illness, "Mistelin".

He carried the rectangular coffin, which was placed in the center of the bedroom, on his back and pushed open the door.

----------

Today's court assembly at the castle tower is underway. All the civil and military officials who can face the God of Thunder have already gathered in the main hall. However, according to the usual practice for court assemblies, the retainers, servants, sons, and grandsons of those high-ranking officials and nobles will line up in the square outside the hall.

In one corner stood about thirty people, mostly boys and girls around fifteen or sixteen years old, with a few children around twelve or thirteen, all dressed in fine clothes. They were children of high-ranking officials in the shogunate, future high-ranking officials, the cream of the crop who could participate in court assemblies at such a young age. Among them were children from the Sasa family, a family with wings on their backs, children from the Mikoto family, a family with demon horns, the daughter of the Minister of the Left, the granddaughter of the Minister of State… Though they were young boys and girls, the powerful families and clans behind them were practically the foundation of Inazuma's society.

Meanwhile, the children huddled together and whispered among themselves.

A Sasa family boy, who looked to be about ten years old, spoke weakly, his pretty face full of helplessness and a bitter smile: "You guys are lucky. I've inherited the best bloodline of the Tengu, so becoming a general will be a piece of cake for me. And yet, my grandfather still encourages me to become a boy for that prince to make him happy. He says I'm a yokai and don't need to care about my reputation among humans. I should use my pretty face. If that prince is happy, I'll be happy too. And who knows, maybe that prince is a woman? Then I'll have to offer myself up... Is he really my grandfather?"

Chapter Two: Let this child take my surname, Thunder and Lightning.

The third daughter of the Kujo family, the Minister of Military Affairs, spoke up. This fifteen-year-old Yamato Nadeshiko beauty, dressed in a kimono, seemed to be trying hard to appear as a well-bred young lady. "That prince lives a secluded life in the inner palace of the castle tower. To this day, very few people have seen his face. Even Okuzume-shu's uncle has to keep it a secret. There are rumors that the prince is still very young. The reason for revealing his identity this time is that the child has grown up and there must be a handover. We can no longer keep it a secret."

The word "handover" made the young masters and ladies' eyelids twitch. This word couldn't be mentioned carelessly... Handover? What handover?

The civil and military officials of the shogunate had long occupied all the platforms in various aspects. All the power that could be given to the shogunate had been divided up by the officials and nobles. What power was left to "hand over"?

Then, from whom should the power entrusted to that prince be taken away?

“The news I’ve received is even more explosive! I heard some adults say that the prince isn’t very old because he’s an illegitimate child of the gods,” said the thirteen-year-old priest of Narukami Shrine in a childish voice. “Think about it, everyone, who were the people who could be friends with that prince before? They were either close advisors of the shogun or close friends of the shogun… And the one who often went to see him was Prince Kunibaku. Prince Kunibaku is a creation of the gods, so his status… is quite noble, isn’t it? Besides, the only person Prince Kunibaku would fawn over is a genuine child of a god…”

A child immediately coughed, signaling the little witch to shut up.

The young witch belatedly realized that her words had somewhat tarnished the image of the gods. In an adult conversation, such remarks could be remembered and used as a trump card later. Fortunately, they were still children, and good-natured second-generation relatives at that. Children's slips of the tongue are not a big deal, and few would risk making enemies by bringing this up in a memorial.

At this moment, the eldest son of the Mikoto family chimed in. He was the oldest among the children. He glanced around at his friends, then turned his gaze to Raiden Kunibō, who was leaning against a pillar in the far corner of the main hall, lost in thought. He said in a low voice, "The news from Narukami Taisha is generally unreliable. After all, Lord Kitsui-no-miya dares to say anything, and what you hear may not be true. Besides... it doesn't prove anything that Prince Kunibō likes to befriend that prince. Prince Kunibō is of noble status but not valued; he is a political outsider. That prince lives in the Ooku with the Shogun. Without Prince Kunibō's notification, he can't even enter the citadel."