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

Shen Liang understood the meaning of those words, because Lei Yingdian had taught him how to counter this move, and this time it was to see if he still remembered. The sparring was purely a contest of martial arts skills; Lei Yingdian hadn't used any "supernatural" abilities, so Shen Liang couldn't use any either.

Shen Liang's face fell. It was test time again. He had just woken up and was weak and had low blood pressure. He was about to fight one of the seven rulers of the mortal world. Was there anything more terrifying in the world?

But it's okay.

As he fell, Shen Liang used the momentum from his previous jump to spin in the air!

Then the naginata slashed out from behind. Shen Liang gripped the end of the hilt; the naginata was taller than him. It was a fully charged crescent slash, thrown forward from behind using a body movement! Slow at first, then fast, it slammed down! It struck the tip of Ying's blade with precision and ruthlessness!

"Soldiers!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed, making Shen Liang's palms numb, while Lei Yingdian remained firmly gripping the knife, his feet rooted to the ground.

But the next second, Lei Yingdian's naginata shattered. The immense force that brought his body crashing down was a pressure that even the Iron Sand could not withstand. Lei Yingdian threw away the stick, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"As expected of my good apprentice, he has learned my first-class skills quite well."

"In terms of martial arts alone, I'm not much worse than Sister Ying, am I?" Shen Liang tilted her head.

“Not even close.” Lei Yingdong raised his chin.

Yes, although Shen Liang appears weak, just like the truly powerful figures in the Shogunate are all seemingly weak and beautiful girls, Shen Liang has inherited the Shogunate boss's consistent aesthetic of pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

He has practiced martial arts since childhood. Sakura is both his older sister and his master. She urges him to exercise every day and teaches him her unique Naginata technique.

The naginata is Lei's most proficient weapon, and he only passed on his expertise to Shen Liang because he is his sister's son. The only problem is that Shen Liang is not learning it very quickly.

This kid is used to being lazy and undisciplined. He rarely practices swordsmanship, spending more than an hour a day, and it's a miracle if he even remembers to practice once every few days. But he's surprisingly talented, and despite his laziness, he learns quite well. And what's even more inexplicable is... he learns even faster from Torachiyo!

Torachiyo's martial arts were no less than hers, and even more complex. But when Shen Liang followed Torachiyo, he was simply the most talented person Lei Yingdian had ever seen, as if he had already absorbed all of Torachiyo's martial arts into his soul. Shen Liang could understand any martial art after Torachiyo demonstrated it only once, and his replication was almost flawless. The reason Shen Liang's martial arts had been able to rival Lei Yingdian's over the years wasn't because he had mastered Lei Yingdian's techniques, but rather because he had completely absorbed Torachiyo's martial arts.

For example, the fierce style of turning 180 degrees in mid-air and smashing down with the sword as a club just now is a combination of naginata techniques and Torachiyo's battlefield martial arts.

Despite all this, Ying still holds the title of Shen Liang's only master. Even if there's nothing good to teach him and the disciple doesn't listen to advice and sleeps all day, he's still my disciple.

"But speaking of which, are all of Sister Ying's swordsmanship 'my style'?" Shen Liang put the two naginata back into the weapon rack, then turned around, stood on tiptoe, and wiped Ying Xiang's sweaty face with his sleeve. Ying blushed slightly. It was a bit... awkward for a master to be wiped by a disciple. But it wasn't the first time. Lei Ying bent her knees slightly so the boy could reach her.

There was a faint scent of cherry blossoms from the Fox Palace in his sleeves, and Ying secretly decided to give him a bath later to remove the fox smell.

"My school of swordsmanship is the foundation of Inazuma swordsmanship and naginata swordsmanship, therefore my school doesn't need a name or code name, just 'My School' is enough." Lei Yingdong sat cross-legged on the landscape stone and casually said, "What, you don't like it? Want to change the name?"

"Then when I fight with others outside, won't I feel less confident if I don't have a martial arts style name?" Shen Liang looked down at the skin of her sister Ying's thigh peeking out from under the hem of her kimono and white knee-high tabi socks.

Lei noticed his gaze and smiled. It's natural for teenagers of this age to have some fantasies about girls' thighs, but most are shy about it. Very few are as open and even staring as Liang'er; it just shows her sister's lack of formal upbringing.

But let's just watch it. Lei Movie has never thought it's a big deal. As demon gods themselves, their own little demon god is not overstepping his bounds no matter how you look at it.

Chapter Fourteen: How despicable! Inazuma's gods are all unreasonable gods!

After finishing their daily sparring, Shen Liang was covered in sweat. He walked to the base of a tree and habitually spread his arms wide.

He's taking off his clothes. Unlike putting them on, straitjackets are very difficult to remove. The straps and buckles at the back can be put on in the front, but someone has to take them off. In fact, straitjackets are used for this purpose. It's very difficult for anyone wearing one to untie it on their own, and it's even more impossible if you tie your hands with the straps on the garment.

However, Shen Liang still favored this straitjacket not only because it was a garment he had worn since childhood, but also because Mistelin could solve the problem of putting it on and taking it off.

Just like now, Mistelin pursed her lips, walked behind him, unfastened the back clasp, loosened the restraints securing her shirt to her waist, and then unzipped the shirt from behind all the way down to her lower body. The white-haired boy nimbly jumped out of the straitjacket, tumbled into the pond in the yard, washed away all the sweat, and then slowly and wetly walked ashore.

Mistelin casually hung her clothes on the tree branch.

Of course, in the eyes of people like Lei Yingdian who can't see Misterin, Shen Liang simply went through the trouble of tearing off his clothes, throwing them onto the tree, and then jumping off. Everyone who isn't Shen Liang will rationalize any interaction between Shen Liang and Misterin; essentially, they are unaware of Misterin's existence.

This is why Shen Liang has always believed that he has mental problems.

"There's no need. If you're sparring with someone and need to introduce yourself, you can confidently shout 'I am Liu,'" Lei Yingdian said calmly.

"Can't we shout 'Thunder and Lightning'?" Shen Liang walked barefoot onto the white sand, twisting his hair to drip water onto the flowers and plants.

In Inazuma, "Ga-ryu" is a very special term. It's usually used by those who are unaffiliated with any school or sect and use their own self-created martial arts techniques. This is because in Inazuma, people must announce their names and schools when they spar, and those without a school are considered "Ga-ryu," belonging to the lowest level. However, the film uses "Ga-ryu" simply because her martial arts predate all schools in Inazuma and are not subject to this restriction.

However, since Shen Liang uses martial arts from the movie "Thunderbolt," he definitely cannot use "My Style." Logically, it should be considered as his master's style, such as "Thunderbolt Current," "Thunderbolt Transmission," "Dream Style," or "Heavenly Guardian Dream Style."

“No, those terms are too…” Lei Ying’s cold and beautiful face twitched slightly. “Do you really like those terms? You’re not allowed to like them. Just use ‘My Style’ all you need. Your surname is Lei Dian, which I gave you, and you’re still my personal disciple. So what’s mine is yours, and the martial arts of the Lei Dian lineage are yours. It’s only natural to use ‘My Style’ as your name.”

“But ‘My Flow’ should be something I comprehend myself. As a genius, I should explore nature and comprehend my own Dao from the mountains, rivers, insects, fish, birds and beasts…” Shen Liang was still struggling with the concept.

"What's so great about what you've figured out on your own? I've figured it out far better than you." Lei Yingdong glared at him defiantly. "Learning from me is enough. The martial arts I've studied all my life are enough for you to learn until you die. Come talk about yourself when you've thoroughly mastered everything I've taught you!"

Shen Liang shook his head: "Sister Ying is a bit unreasonable."

Lei Yingdian gave his wet white hair a good ruffle and then gave him a sharp flick on the forehead. "You're my sister's son, and I'm your master. Can you reason with me?"

Damn it, the gods of Inazuma are all unreasonable gods.

Luckily, so was I.

Just then, Mistelin suddenly floated over: "Your proud and aloof best friend is here to see you."

A proud and aloof best friend?

Shen Liang knew immediately that it was Lei Dian Guo Beng. He didn't have many friends of his own age, and even if they were just of the same generation... he only had Lei Dian Guo Beng.

However, the term "tsundere" is really too outrageous. Raiden no Kōbō has a very awkward personality, and if you really want to call him tsundere, it does seem to have a bit of that... But it's really disgusting for a man to use this word to describe him.

After Mistelin finished speaking, she floated onto his shoulder. Although it was an illusion, whether she had weight or not did not depend on Shen Liang but on this beautiful girl with white-streaked hair. If Mistelin deliberately kept her weight, she would be quite heavy, making his shoulder higher on one side than the other.

"I won't sink." Mistelin was very stubborn.

【Being 1.69 meters tall and weighing 55 kilograms is a super great figure, but it's still as heavy as two bags of rice! I, Yu Tu Jie, am a guy and I only weigh a little over 40 kilograms...】

"That's because you're too young, not because I'm too heavy. My figure is no worse than this Shadow Sister in front of you... Wait!" Mistelin, wearing slender high-heeled boots, kicked him lightly in the chest, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "I don't remember telling you that. How do you know my weight?"

[When I was wiping your body, I suddenly had the idea to weigh you. What's wrong?] Shen Liang looked at her strangely.

What are you saying? When did I become...?

Mistelin suddenly paused, and subconsciously turned to look at the second floor, where a wooden coffin sat quietly in the room.

She fell silent involuntarily, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

[But that coffin was so comfortable! It was warm in winter and cool in summer, never decayed, and had a constant supply of nutrients. Even after all these years inside, my lips were still rosy and my teeth white, and my face was so soft it felt like it was dripping with moisture.] Shen Liang was still thinking, [If I were inside, and Sister Yu Tu was out running around protecting me, that would be great. I just want to stay in this comfortable place and sleep every day.]

Mistelin's face darkened. "You even brought her out and slept in her room to experience it yourself?"

[Sister Yu Tu, it's disgusting that you refer to yourself as "that person". We've known each other for so long, there's no need to act cute in front of me.] Shen Liang didn't care.

【I……】

At this moment, Shen Liang suddenly remembered something and looked up to ask Mistelin: "Speaking of which, you've been pressing against my neck for so long, and I've been bent over the whole time, surely someone would notice something was wrong, right? Why didn't Sister Ying react at all?"

Misterlin possesses a passive talent that allows her to rationalize and ignore any impact she has on the real world. However, Shen Liang sometimes really wonders if others can't notice anything amiss with Misterlin's interactions with him, which are so obvious. For example, he can ignore the fact that Misterlin ate two bowls of rice and assume that Shen Liang ate them, but what if Misterlin finished the meal before Shen Liang even sat down?

"I can't explain this to you clearly. Mind your own business with the beautiful Shaniat girl," Mistelin said.

Shen Liang gave an "Oh," but he still really wanted to complain. Mistelin, a girl only he could see, often did pointless things out of boredom, but just being around Shen Liang did have a noticeable impact on the real world… Could it be that he was the one who did all of it? And he didn't know?

[It wasn't entirely your doing, but explaining it is too complicated. You've asked many times, but it involves quantum mechanics, so you can't understand it.]

Does this mean you are actually influencing the real world from a higher dimension?

Shen Liang didn't actually understand what dimensions were, but he and Mistelin had taught him some basic scientific knowledge.

"No, it's inexplicable anyway. Just consider it a hallucination, and it was all your doing. At least that's how it appears to others," Mistelin said. "As the smartest person in the Schariacs, I can't explain cutting-edge physics to the dumbest one."

Shen Liang felt that Mistelin was making excuses, but if he pressed her further, he would be met with Mistelin's sharp tongue, so he decided to let it go. In any case, what Mistelin was, it didn't matter to Shen Liang. Whether she was an illusion or the real soul of the person in the coffin, it was all the same to him. Even if it was an illusion, it was probably incurable. Sometimes Shen Liang found it hard to imagine life without illusions; wouldn't that mean… he wouldn't even be able to take off his own clothes?

"So without me, you're just a spoiled prince who can't even take care of himself. I'm really worried that a handsome young man like you, with your pale, thin, and delicate features, will be kidnapped and become a bandit's wife. How will you survive without me in the future?" Mistelin smiled slightly. "But it feels good that you rely on me so much."

As soon as the chat ended, Shen Liang found herself being pulled over and placed on Lei Yingdian's thigh, which was covered by white cloth stockings.

"Your shoulders are always tilted to one side. What's wrong? Are you tired?"

The fragrance of bellflowers wafted over, and the smooth, fair thighs of the shadow felt firm to the touch. Shen Liang was gently pressed onto her knees, but when she looked up, she couldn't see Lei Yingdian's face, as her view was obscured by the roundness of her breasts, which even her kimono couldn't cover.

"Hey! Sister Ying..." Shen Liang immediately got up. It wasn't that he didn't like it, but he had just finished showering and his hair was still wet. His long, wet hair was spread over Lei Ying's white over-the-knee tabi socks, which quickly soaked the cloth socks.

"Don't move," Lei Yingdong chuckled. "Just lie down, I'll dry you off."

She took a deep breath and blew it towards Shen Liang. Her divine body was pure and clean, and the warm breeze, carrying the woman's fragrance, scattered the strands of hair on his face. The divine power dispelled the dampness, and Shen Liang subconsciously turned his head, then met the gaze of Lei Dian Guo Beng, who had just pushed open the wooden door.

Shen Liang was about to greet his friend when something suddenly appeared in his mouth. His friend's delicate face had a somewhat gloomy expression. Shen Liang was about to say hello when something suddenly appeared in his mouth.

Lei Yingdian, dressed in a black jumpsuit under her kimono, squeezed in with one finger, her slender index finger wrapped in the black silk of the jumpsuit. She lifted the boy's neat teeth, her smile somewhat unreadable: "Liang'er, why do you always want to run away? You can sleep on my lap all day long. Don't you like me?"

Shen Liang tried to spit out Ying's teasing finger, but then his tongue was pressed down, and he could only make muffled sounds.

He was a little depressed, feeling embarrassed that his friend had seen him being bullied like this. Although Shen Liang didn't know that in another world he was called a "bottom" in this state, his male instincts still made him want to struggle a bit.

Lei Yingdian's eyes seemed a little unfocused. She teased Shen Liang for a long time before suddenly saying, "Liang'er is going to Liyue soon. Before she goes... can I ask Liang'er?"

As her fingers paused, Shen Liang saw her chest heave violently, as if she had taken a deep breath.

"Liang'er, what kind of girl do you want to marry in the future?" she asked casually.

It was indeed very unintentional, very calm, and very casual. Shen Liang didn't understand anything; it sounded like a concerned elder's greeting. Shen Liang's view was blocked by the towering snow-capped mountains, so he didn't actually see Ying. Even though he lowered his voice to the lowest possible level, he still clenched his teeth and his face was flushed.

"Of course, someone as beautiful as Mother." Although Shen Liang was very concerned about Lei Dian Guo Beng stopping at the door, he still answered the question.

Ask children what kind of person they want to marry in the future, and the answers are all pretty much the same. Lei's movies were actually expected.

"Someone as beautiful as my sister?" Lei Yingdong looked up at the clouds drifting over Narukami Island, his eyes seemingly lost in thought. "As long as she's about the same age as my sister, she'd fit your taste, right..."

"correct."

“If someone were as beautiful as me…as beautiful as Zhen, perfectly matching Liang’er’s needs,” Lei Yingdian suddenly said, “and also around your age, would you…fall in love with her?”

"How could there be such a person?" Shen Liang felt that Sister Ying was starting to talk nonsense today. It was probably because he was leaving Inazuma, and everyone was a little reluctant to see him go. Everyone had been acting strange lately... Just yesterday, they were all watching him bathe in the hot spring...