Genshin Impact: The Sage's Disciple Doesn't Want Fame

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and stroked Ji Ming's forehead, wiping away the slowly dripping water droplets.

Shen He began cultivating with Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun when he was six years old. Although he was abandoned and deceived by his biological father, he was still able to suppress his inner demons and murderous intent under her guidance and with the help of the red rope. His nature was also considered pure.

Ji Ming has been stranded in Liyue for ten years, and the child's temperament is like a dye vat in a dyer's house. There may be pure white in it, but there are more other mixed colors.

The more chaotic one's mind, the more difficult it is to practice breathing techniques. Therefore, it is best to start learning from a young age. Unfortunately, Ji Ming only started practicing with her at the age of eighteen, which was too late.

The cave's barrier rippled, and Shen He lifted his veil with a flick of his hand. When he saw the figure on the stone bed, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over, bowing and saying, "Master, I'm back."

"It's good to be back. How have things been these past few days?"

Shen He looked at Ji Ming with gentle eyes, then suddenly reached out and brushed the water droplets from his hair: "You've made quite a bit of progress. What brings you here all of a sudden, Junior Brother Ji Ming?"

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun smiled and said, "We've been invited to your housewarming banquet. The invitations have been sent. Do you want to go?"

"Go!"

It seems that Shen He really likes this junior brother. Perhaps it's because they are both Liyue people without parents, and also because Ji Ming left a good impression on her some time ago.

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun turned his gaze back to Ji Ming and exclaimed in surprise, "This kid is quite good; he's already gotten into the zone?"

Shen He was stunned for a moment, then said bluntly, "Junior Brother Ji Ming is asleep."

"Zzz..."

As if to verify Shen He's words, Ji Ming tilted his head and started snoring, which made Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun feel helpless.

To be able to fall asleep in such an environment, shouldn't we praise him for possessing some kind of unique talent?

Alright, alright, there's still plenty of time. Let this child cultivate slowly. True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng decided to write a letter to Gan Yu, asking her to keep a close eye on Ji Ming.

"That's all for today. Help the child to your bed to rest."

Shen He nodded, a barely perceptible blush on his cheeks that quickly returned to normal. He helped Ji Ming up from the stone bed and turned to walk towards his own bed.

Chapter 15 I'll eat you to death, you stinky man!

"Your Excellency Ningguang, the intelligence and information you requested have been collected and are all here."

A woman with a slender figure and purple, side-swept bangs walked into the Jade Pavilion. Her entire outfit, a leather suit, was one piece, and she exuded the charm of a mature woman. She sat directly on the edge of the table and casually placed the intelligence documents on it.

With exquisite makeup and alluring eyes, this is Yelan, Ningguang's special intelligence officer from Tianquan Star, a person not listed in the Liyue General Affairs Department's register, and the owner of the Rock Tea House.

Ningguang gently put down her teacup and raised her hand to invite, "Miss Yelan, I attended a banquet at Xinyuexuan today, and the managers there gave me some fine tea. Please take it back and enjoy it."

"Your Excellency Ningguang, have you forgotten that I am the owner of Yanshang Tea House? I never lack good tea. You should keep these teas for yourself."

Ye Lan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and chuckled, "A lot of interesting things have happened lately. Would you like to hear about them?"

"Tell me about it, hopefully it will be interesting enough."

As the star of Liyue, Ningguang is most interested in earning Mora, and her favorite moment is when she earns Mora. She has no interest in anything else.

With Mora, all worries disappeared. Ningguang rarely showed interest in anything else these days, but seeing Yelan bring it up, she couldn't help but feel more hopeful.

Yelan fiddled with her fingers, her expression meaningful: "Do you remember the underground gang that was once quite well-known in Liyue Harbor?"

Ningguang nodded, her tone calm: "The Nine Gates, a gang with only nine members, now has eight of them in jail, and the remaining one has also gone quiet."

“Just yesterday, the Old Nine Gates were rebuilt. I checked the files of the Heavenly Dungeon and other dungeons in Liyue Harbor. All eight people who were imprisoned have been released on bail. It was all done by one person.”

Her fingers trembled as Ningguang pinched the pipe and relit it. Her pink lips parted slightly, releasing a few puffs of smoke, and her tone finally showed some fluctuation: "How many moras are needed for the bail of those eight people combined?"

"According to calculations, it would require half of the Qunyu Pavilion."

Ignoring the fact that her own Jade Pavilion was used as a unit of measurement, Ningguang subtly curled the corners of her lips: "Interesting. I heard that the Ninth Gate is ranked ninth. The one who paid the bail should be the ninth one. What is this ninth one's name?"

"Ji Ming, known in the underworld as 'Flirtatious Guest,' has been roaming the martial arts world for ten years. Since the Nine Gates suffered a great calamity, he has been lying low, doing things that are not respectable to the sect."

In other words, Ji Ming alone could never have earned half of the Mora of the Jade Pavilion, and there must be some hidden reason behind it.

Ningguang put down her pipe, rose, and went to the open-air platform. Looking down at the Liyue Harbor landscape below, she instructed Yelan, who had followed her:

"Miss Yelan, I need all the information about this man in three days."

"Understood, let's wait for news."

………………

In Liyue Harbor, Ji Ming, who had just returned from Jueyun Karst, was wandering the streets and alleys, looking every bit like a street thug. He had been busy setting up banquet venues lately and had no free time to take on freelance work.

As instructed by True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng, Ji Ming prepared to deliver a letter to Senior Sister Gan Yu. He knew nothing about the contents of the letter, but it was probably something like urging him to cultivate diligently.

Before leaving Jueyun Pavilion, Senior Sister Shenhe secretly gave Ji Ming a red string and told him not to lose it, probably a rare and precious treasure.

In short, Ji Ming tied the red string around his wrist, and it occasionally emitted a red glow, which he found somewhat warm.

"Mr. Ji Ming, it seems you have some free time today. Why don't you come in and have a seat?"

Ji Ming looked up and saw D'Artagnan, who had changed his mask, leaning against the railing of the overpass and waving. Beside him was the Northern Bank, a member of the Fools' Clan: "If you haven't eaten yet, how about I treat you?"

There's no such thing as a free lunch, but the Northern Bank does.

Ji Ming instantly changed his route, walked up the stairs next to Mingxingzhai to the top floor, shook the right hand that D'Addaría extended, and said with a smile, "Isn't this Mr. D'Addaría? What a coincidence, I was just a little hungry."

D'Artagnan was somewhat surprised, then smiled: "You were so wary just a few days ago, Mr. Ji Ming, are you in a good mood today?"

"No, no. Since we are partners, we should naturally value harmony. It's so impolite to always have a long face."

Partner? Just a tool for making money off others!

D'Artagnan smiled helplessly. Although he was just a reckless man who loved fighting, Mr. Jiming's intentions were too obvious, and he had no choice but to know them even if he didn't want to.

"Mr. Ji Ming, I will introduce you to a colleague later. She may have a bad temper, so please bear with her."

"It's okay, I'll just eat, you guys keep chatting."

The person that Dadalia calls a "colleague" should also be an executive officer of the Fatui, but that has nothing to do with Ji Ming. He is not interested in personnel changes within the Fatui, unless they are willing to become his mobile wallet.

D'Artagnan led them into the Northern Bank, where the fools guarding the entrance seemed quite disdainful, looking down on them the whole time.

Ji Ming carefully examined the name tags on the chests of the Fools' guards, then calmly continued to follow D'Artagnan towards the lounge inside the Northern Bank.

Vlad, right? I'll remember you.

Pushing open the bronze door of the lounge, a large feast comes into view, most of which have a winter flavor, with very few Liyue dishes. The winter vodka on the table is particularly eye-catching.

A woman with revealing attire sat by the window. Her austere dress was almost falling to the ground, and her black crown and smoky red eyeshadow exuded charm. Finally, her long, flesh-colored wavy hair, along with the headdress, covered half of her face.

Hearing the sound of the bronze door being pushed open, the woman looked over, nodded to D'Artagnan as a greeting, glanced at Ji Ming behind him, and then immediately looked away, showing considerable disinterest.

"Datalia, you're too late."

"I'm so sorry, I just happened to run into a business partner and brought them along. I hope you don't mind, ma'am?"

"Lady" is definitely a code name. As a colleague of the Fools, Tartaglia must know her real name.

D'Artagnan turned her head and whispered a reminder: "Her real name is Rosalind Cruzshika Loehafat, and her code name in the Fools is Lady. It's best not to call her by her name; she hates rude people."

"You're just telling me this like that?"

Ji Ming was dumbfounded, then immediately asked, "Then tell me, what is your real name?"

"Um... let's skip this and have a meal."

Regardless of how the fools wanted to use him, Ji Ming just wanted to enjoy a good meal right now; everything else could wait.

Seeing the two whispering to each other, Rosalyn frowned and said coldly, "It's your business who you bring, but whispering in front of a lady is extremely rude."

D'Artagnan smiled apologetically, scratching the back of his head as he gestured for Ji Ming to sit down: "I'm so sorry, this is Mr. Ji Ming, a partner of the Fools."

Nodding to Rosalyn, Ji Ming sat down and began to examine the dishes, his gaze not lingering on her for more than three seconds.

Rosalind was offended and said sarcastically, "A partner of the Fools? D'Artagnan, I really don't trust your judgment of character. How can a man who only cares about food become a partner of the Fools?"

“Madam, I think you should apologize. Mr. Ji Ming is currently the highest-ranking collaborator of the Fools, and he is even qualified to know our real names. Her Majesty the Queen is also aware of this.”

Upon hearing D'Artagnan mention Her Majesty the Queen, Rosalind turned away and remained silent, secretly mocking that Her Majesty the Queen probably didn't care at all about the man in front of her who only cared about food.

Anyone can become a collaborator with the Fatui, provided they can obtain the Heart of God.

Even when mocked, Ji Ming showed no sign of anger. He had heard countless sarcastic remarks over the years, enough to weigh a ton, and this level of ridicule was utterly ineffective against him.

Naturally, Ji Ming didn't mean to be sarcastic. He would naturally retaliate when the opportunity arose, but since he was now a collaborator with the Fools, he couldn't afford to break off relations.

“Miss Rosalyn, no matter how much prejudice you have against me, as a partner of the Fools, I have only one thing to say: if Miss Rosalyn needs help, I will do my best to help you.”

This statement is only valid if Ji Ming is still seen as a collaborator by the Fools.

Rosalind looked out the window and said calmly, "Save your boasts for now. Wait until you demonstrate your true value before you speak."

Although it was still not very friendly, the hostility in his words had disappeared. Seeing that he had successfully gained some goodwill, Ji Ming began to enjoy the food.

As for the Winter Vodka, Ji Ming would never touch it. He could only drink eight jars of ordinary distilled spirits, and he would probably get drunk after just a few sips of this strong liquor.

Seeing that things had calmed down, D'Artagnan said to ease the tension, "Madam, Her Majesty the Queen has sent you to Mondstadt this time. You should know what to do, right?"

"Of course, I will take my revenge on Barbatos."

Tartaglia sighed, “The key point is the Heart of the Wind God; revenge is your own business.”

"Stop telling me what to do. You still haven't located the Geo Archon, have you? When are you going to retrieve the Geo Archon's Heart?"

After speaking, Rosalyn glanced at Ji Ming, trying to see anger on his face, but she was clearly mistaken.

Eat, eat, eat, eat until you die, you stinky man.