I'm a male god in Liyue

Earlier at Wanwen Bookstore, Xia Zhi looked at the best-selling novels on the bookshelf and found that the plots in the books were quite naive. If he modified the best-selling novels from his original world to fit the background of this world and submitted them to the bookstore, he would definitely earn a lot of royalties.

The downside is that it's too slow.

He had to rewrite the novel word by word, and after submitting it, he had to wait for the editor to review it, then wait for the publication schedule, and finally wait for the sales cycle to be settled. This whole process would take at least one or two months.

The advantages are also obvious: copying books has little cost, and if the books he submits sell well, he will have a decent public identity in Liyue.

In the future, if he sees someone on the street with a progress bar on their body, and if the person recognizes him, he can easily go up and strike up a conversation.

Xia Zhi, carrying the set of books he had just bought, walked through the corridor and arrived at Heyu Teahouse.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses was telling a story on stage, while many people were already seated at the tables below, drinking tea and listening to the story.

Xia Zhi found an empty seat in a corner and ordered the cheapest tea, which cost 20 mora.

Today, the storyteller is telling the story of "The Sound of Rain".

A once prestigious sect called the Guhua Sect has fallen into disrepair over time. Challengers come in droves, but its disciples keep leaving.

The remaining disciples were willing to protect the mountain, but powerless to reverse the situation; even the signboard of the Guhua Sect was smashed.

Just as the leader of the Guhua Sect was disheartened and preparing to dismiss his disciples and retire into seclusion, a young man entered the sect, his swordsmanship unparalleled in the world...

The storyteller was very eloquent, and his stories were full of twists and turns, which captivated the audience. Many people even gave him tips.

Xia Zhi found it very interesting at first, but gradually lost interest as she listened to it.

There's no other reason than that the plot of this story is too old-fashioned.

However, seeing the other people in the teahouse listening to the story with such rapt attention, he realized that his previous idea of ​​copying books was indeed worth trying.

Of course, I don't treat it as my main job; I just write it when I have free time.

Xia Zhi picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea tasted a bit bland, but it was barely enough to quench his thirst.

Although the audiobooks aren't very good, we've already ordered this pot of tea, and it would be a waste of money not to finish it, so we might as well read a book here.

I opened the "Teyvat Travel Guide" that I bought from Wanwen Bookstore and started reading from the Liyue section.

Wangshu Inn, Guili Plain, Dihua Isle, Wuwang Slope, Jueyun Pass...

Based on his personal experiences, the author vividly describes the scenery and characteristics of these places, slowly sketching a beautiful and magnificent landscape painting before Xia Zhi's eyes.

Xia Zhi finished the tea in the pot without realizing it, closed the book in his hand with satisfaction, and was about to get up and leave Heyu Teahouse when he suddenly saw the people in the teahouse start to burst into great enthusiasm.

The storyteller on the stage had long since left, and the audience sat up straight, shouting loudly at the empty stage: "Mr. Yun! Mr. Yun!..."

This scene inexplicably reminded Xia Zhi of the fans who used to attend concerts in the original world.

Xia Zhi couldn't help but feel a little interested in the Mr. Yun they were talking about, so he suppressed his thoughts of leaving and continued to sit in his seat and wait.

A moment later, a young girl dressed in a half-skirt costume and with makeup came onto the stage and gave a slight bow to everyone.

The previously restless onlookers immediately quieted down.

The girl began to sing opera.

"Walking in the Snow".

Xia Zhi sat below, looking at the graceful girl with a slightly surprised expression.

It wasn't because of her outstanding opera singing, but because she actually had a silver progress bar hanging on her body.

Progress: [0%]

Liyue truly lives up to its reputation as a big city; in just one morning, he encountered a Gold-level character and a Silver-level character.

This is much more efficient than finding elite monsters in the wild, and it's also much easier to farm them.

Xia Zhi quietly appreciated Mr. Yun's drama on stage until her performance ended.

It must be said that her performance was superb; even Xia Zhi, who doesn't know much about drama, was able to enjoy it.

Mr. Yun gave a slight bow again and gracefully withdrew.

The audience seemed to have just come to their senses and burst into loud cheers again.

From their whispered conversation, Xia Zhi finally learned the name of that Mr. Yun: Yun Jin.

I also learned some information about her: her father was a playwright, and her mother was a famous opera singer in Liyue Harbor in her early years. It was under her parents' guidance that she embarked on this path. Now she is the current head of the "Yunhan Society" and a famous Liyue opera singer who combines playwriting and singing abilities. She often performs at the Heyu Tea House.

In short, this Cloud Violet is a very famous star in Liyue Harbor.

Xia Zhi sighed silently to himself.

Big stars are too hard to get in touch with, let's consider Qiqi first.

After packing up his books, Xia Zhi came out of the teahouse and saw a bank not far away.

Northland Bank.

This is the bank opened in Liyue by the Kingdom of Winter, and it is also the only bank in Liyue that is not located in Liyue.

The entrance is plastered with promotional advertisements claiming to be the bank in Liyue Harbor that offers the most satisfactory loan and deposit interest rates to its customers.

Xia Zhi glanced at the pretty young lady standing at the bank entrance; she was tall and had long legs, and she even gave him a smile.

So sweet.

Xia Zhi took another look and thought the bank was worth visiting, but unfortunately he didn't have much money on him right now, otherwise he would definitely have gone in to do some business.

It was almost noon.

I'm a little hungry.

Xia Zhi walked down the grand steps of Scarlet Cloud Slope, arrived at the port area, found a food stall in Liyue, and bought a Northern Smoked Chicken and a Satisfying Salad.

A balanced diet with a mix of meat and vegetables is healthy.

After lunch, Xia Zhi strolled around the port area for a while, buying a stack of white paper, a quill pen, a bottle of ink, and a bottle of fine wine from Mondstadt from several stalls.

Afterwards, he returned to the Seaview Hostel, rested for a while, and sat down at the table to start thinking about copying the book.

Judging from the storyteller's retelling of "The Sound of Rain Cutting," it seems that the people of Liyue still prefer the style of geniuses rising up, making a comeback, and slapping others in the face.

So, it's you I've decided on.

Xia Zhi picked up a quill pen and began to write on the white paper.

"Immortal Power, Level Three!"

Chapter Twenty: The Richest Woman in Liyue

Xia Zhi spent the entire afternoon in his hostel room, focusing on writing.

He doesn't have writer's block issues; he just needs to localize some of the original settings for Liyue, making them easier for people here to understand and accept.

This was all thanks to the book "Teyvat Travel Guide," whose Liyue section gave him a basic understanding of Liyue's culture and history.

For example, immortals, the Eye of God, and demons...

Xia Zhi admired the author of this book. In a world overrun by monsters, she was able to travel the entire continent alone, so she must have considerable strength.

She might also be a very talented adventurer.

I really want to get to know her if I have the chance.

Xia Zhi put down the quill pen, rubbed his slightly stiff wrist, and exhaled.

He wasn't quite used to using a quill pen. He had to dip it in ink after writing a few strokes, and he would sometimes accidentally drip ink onto the paper. If the ink smudged, he would have to change to a new sheet of paper and rewrite, which greatly reduced his efficiency.

Looking out the window, it's already evening.

Xia Zhi got up, took a shower, changed his clothes, grabbed the bottle of wine he bought that morning, and headed out towards Wanmintang.

He arrived a little earlier today than yesterday, and there were still two empty tables inside the Wanmin Hall.

Xia Zhi walked over and sat down, reserving a table first, and told Xiang Ling that he would order food later.

Xiangling smiled and nodded, then went back to her work.

Xia Zhi placed the bottle of wine on the table and watched Master Mao cooking in the kitchen from God's perspective. Because he was sitting indoors today, he was closer to the kitchen and could see what was behind the stove.

He suddenly discovered that there was a red panda breathing fire there.

They look very silly and cute.

But this is not the most important.

Importantly, this little panda also has a golden progress bar hanging on its body.

Progress: [0%]

what's the situation?

How could a gold-level spirit beast be reduced to being used as firewood?

But judging from its expression, it didn't seem to have any reluctance at all; on the contrary, it seemed to be enjoying it...

Xia Zhi couldn't help but fall into deep thought.