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

Miss Yun Jin, please don't take it so seriously.

Ji Mingqing cleared his throat and gave an example: "Young people like individual heroism. Although the stories of immortals and demons are legendary enough, young people obviously can't relate to them."

I don't quite understand Mr. Ji Ming's vocabulary, but it's probably about being a bit arrogant and selfish, and focusing all the attention on the protagonist.

"Does Mr. Ji Ming mean to make traditional opera more individualistic and heroic?"

Yun Jin seemed very excited. She is a young person herself, and she is also good at embracing trends. In private, she likes to listen to Xin Yan's rock music.

It must be said that Mr. Ji Ming's words were truly enlightening for her. Opera must also keep up with the times; some people will grow old, and some people will grow young.

Seeing that Yun Jin wasn't unhappy, Ji Ming became a little bolder: "In short, just make young people feel good, for example, add a storyline like 'a disillusioned young man becomes famous overnight and washes away his past shame'."

“Sounds great!”

"Right, right? Miss Yun Jin's tone could be a bit more passionate. I didn't say your voice was unpleasant; on the contrary, your voice is too pleasant, making it hard to feel any passion."

"Keep going!"

"Appropriately reduce the pipa sound and add drumbeats and guzheng sounds. For example, use pipa and flute sounds when a young person is down on their luck, and immediately switch to continuous drumbeats and guzheng sounds when they become famous. Wouldn't that instantly bring out the passion?"

Yun Jin, thoroughly enjoying the music, blushed and began clapping: "Got it, got it, rock music!"

No, she appears to be a master of traditional opera, but secretly she's a rock 'n' roll girl.

Ji Ming's expression immediately turned awkward, and he slowly said, "Um... it's best not to. Although using rock music can attract young people, it will cause the middle-aged and elderly to leave. I don't want to ruin Yunhan Society's reputation."

The applause subsided, and Yun Jin felt somewhat embarrassed. Looking at Ji Ming's expression, she whispered, "Mr. Ji Ming, can you keep this a secret for me?"

"What secret? I didn't hear anything just now. Did Miss Yun Jin say anything?"

"Thank you!"

Yun Jin simply stopped pretending and stuck out her tongue: "To thank Mr. Ji Ming for his suggestion, I will give you a VIP business card exclusive to Yunhan Society. In the future, you will not have to pay for Yunhan Society's performance venues, and the accompanying tea and snacks will also be free."

Good stuff, I'll take it.

From this day forward, Ji Ming will be Yunhan Society's most loyal fan and Mr. Yun's most devoted follower.

The only thing to worry about is that Yunhan Society might go from being the dominant force in Liyue Harbor's opera scene to becoming a well-known rock band in Liyue Harbor.

Chapter 19 Li Family Beef Miscellany

For several days in a row, Ji Ming spent his days idly wandering around. Grandpa Zhongli had been nowhere to be seen these past few days, Hu Tao took Lao Meng to work at Wuwangpo, and Xiang Ling was so busy that she never put down her kitchen spoon.

Yue Haiting's work became increasingly busy. Gan Yu would occasionally ask Ji Ming to do some light but not strenuous tasks, but he spent most of his time buried in his documents.

Yunhan Society has recently suspended performances. Miss Yun Jin is probably revising the opera. She seems to completely agree with Ji Ming's suggestion and is very worried that Yunhan Society will turn into a rock band.

For a time, Ji Ming was at a loss for what to do.

Just when Ji Ming was getting bored because he couldn't do anything funny, his eight sworn brothers from the Nine Gates finally came to his door, bringing with them a bunch of strange-looking cold weapons, each of them looking menacing.

"Fourth Brother, what does this mean?"

Having not engaged in combat for so long, Ji Ming had almost forgotten his old profession. He stared blankly at the various weapons wrapped in oilcloth, and then suddenly realized what they were.

It turns out these good buddies haven't been behaving themselves since they got out of prison. A few days ago, they were discussing raising money for Mora at the Rock Tea House. Today they should be able to start preparing to take action.

Before Chen, who had severed his finger, could explain, Ji Ming spoke first: "Fourth Brother, who is our target today?"

"We'll see how it goes. Today's purpose is just to gather information, so Ninth Brother, you don't need to show up. After all, your current status is rather special."

"Fourth Brother, if you still consider me your ninth brother, then don't say these things again."

Ji Ming examined the weapons and immediately chuckled. Judging from the soil and rust remaining on the blades, he guessed that these sworn brothers had buried them before they were imprisoned.

Banjiao Zhao selected a machete from among them, first estimating its weight and quality, and after verifying that it passed inspection, tossed it up to Ji Ming.

"This machete was seized by the third brother from a treasure-hunting group a few years ago. It's not as good as the adventurers' weapons, but it's still usable and the rust isn't too bad."

Ji Ming took the machete. The entire knife was no more than a meter long, and the handle was only big enough for one hand to hold. Although it was just a short blade for one hand, it was still good for self-defense.

It is important to know that the Liyue government strictly controls weapons and armor. Anyone who wants to wear weapons and armor must register with the government. This is why the Nine Gates buried weapons and armor in various places.

“Alright, I’ll take charge of the main street of Liyue Harbor. You guys haven’t been out for years and aren’t very familiar with it, so let’s go to the other streets.”

After reminding his sworn brothers, Ji Ming tucked the machete into his waistband and used his long robe to conceal it, so that no outsider could see the mark. He then turned and left the courtyard, heading south from Scarlet Cloud Slope towards the main street of Liyue Harbor.

The main street connects to the docks, making it more bustling than other streets in Liyue Harbor. However, Ji Ming knew that beneath this visible prosperity lay countless shadows.

Since the Asgardians and the ancient inhabitants established Liyue, gangs have appeared on the land of Liyue. Gang warfare has continued in Liyue Harbor for thousands of years. Countless gangs have fallen and countless others have risen. The people of Liyue have suffered greatly from gang warfare.

The Liyue government is unable to control the situation, and these high-ranking officials don't want to either. Behind the families of these high-ranking officials are family gangs responsible for doing shady things.

Human relationships and social dynamics have always been the main theme of Liyue Harbor. If gangs in Liyue Harbor are attacked indiscriminately, and other families' gangs are wiped out in the process, they will be considered mortal enemies, and the two families will be at odds with each other to the death, unless the compensation later can be greater than the value of a gang.

People like The Mystic Nine, who previously had no background, naturally became a good tool for officials to boost their political achievements.

Ji Ming smacked his lips, squatted by the roadside watching the traffic and people on the street, and suddenly felt thirsty. He called out to the roadside stall next to him, "Boss lady, do you sell tea? If you do, give me a bowl. Anything else is fine too, as long as it can quench my thirst."

The proprietress was dressed rather strangely, wearing a fisherman's straw hat with a veil hanging from it, completely obscuring her appearance. She was also wearing a raincoat, covering her entire body completely.

Is this young lady from some wealthy family out experiencing life?

The proprietress didn't say anything, but handed over a bowl of tea. Her right hand looked soft and supple, unlike the hands of a woman who sets up a stall every day.

Ji Ming didn't pay any attention, took the drink and downed it in one gulp, then asked, "How many Mora?"

Extending two fingers of her right hand, the proprietress observed Ji Ming through her veil, even frequently glancing at his waist, which bulged like a weapon.

Handing over two Mora coins, Ji Ming turned to the proprietress and suggested with a smile, "Why don't you shout out a few words? If you do business like this, no one will come. Don't you see how enthusiastically your competitors are shouting?"

The proprietress remained silent, only staring intently at Ji Ming, which made him feel somewhat strange.

Feeling bored, Ji Ming turned his gaze to the street and happened to see an old acquaintance, which made him chuckle.

He then instructed the proprietress, "See that sleazy guy? Yes, yes, the short, dark-skinned one. He's probably coming to cause you trouble. Don't say anything for a bit, let me scare him."

After walking to the stall and squatting down, Ji Ming propped his cheek up and looked at the proprietress. He could sense her speechlessness, so he smiled mischievously.

"Hey, are you new here? Haven't you heard of the rules set by Nine-Dragon? Newcomers have to pay a stall fee of 10,000 Mora, and then a protection fee of 5,000 per month. Why haven't I seen you come to pay?"

Seeing that the proprietress remained silent, Nine-Tattooed Dragon frowned and cursed, "Damn it, are you deaf? How dare you ignore me, Nine-Tattooed Dragon? Don't you know I'm in charge here?"

"I don't know, aren't you the one who protects Huyan?"

Ji Ming stood up from behind the stall, looked at Nine-Dragon with a forced smile, enjoying the look of terror on the other's face, and said with pleasure, "So, who exactly are you protecting?"

Remembering his brother-in-law's lesson, he realized that the young man in front of him was actually a member of the Nine Gates. The Nine Gates had a polarized reputation in the underworld; they were ruthless towards ordinary people but extremely vicious towards their peers.

Nine-Tattooed Dragon trembled and immediately knelt down, forcing a smile as he said, "I misspoke earlier. I can't protect anywhere. Only you, Ninth Grandfather, are qualified to protect the main street. Not to mention the main street, you could even protect Liyue Harbor without any problem."

"Hmm, not bad, not bad, you can get lost now."

Ji Ming sighed inwardly, realizing that this guy was just relying on his elders' power to collect protection money and was far from having any real connections with gangs. He decided to let him go.

Staring at the back of the Nine-Dragoned Man, Ji Ming took another sip of tea and leisurely watched the bustling scene on the street.

"Mr. Ji Ming, is Gan Yu aware of your situation?"

That voice... it sounds familiar...

Ji Ming silently put down the wooden bowl, not even glancing at the proprietress who was standing with her arms crossed, and walked around to the front of the stall. He looked up at the wooden signboard and saw five large characters: Li Family Beef Offal Shop.

"Lord Yuheng Star, what was that bowl of tea just now...?"

"I brought it here myself to enjoy, but I haven't had a chance to drink it yet."

Ji Ming handed over the wooden bowl, his eyes clear: "Would you like some more now?"

Keqing: "…………"

Chapter 20 We are a bunch of villains

Honestly, how could Gan Yu have such a junior brother who knowingly breaks the law?

Are the Liyue Asgardians being misled? Even if they don't know the evil of the Liyue factions, they should be able to see the ugliness of human nature, right? Or do they think that Mr. Ji Ming is of pure heart?

Called "Ninth Master" by street thugs, Mr. Ji Ming is no pushover; at least, you can tell from the weapons he keeps hidden at his waist.

The great Lady Yuheng, the precious daughter of the Li family, who is twenty-six years old but still unmarried, the most hardworking and approachable Liyue Seven Stars of this era and even the past, and the proprietress of the Li family's cowboy shop...

Miss Keqing, who possesses numerous prestigious titles, was deep in thought. She propped her chin on her hand and observed the black-haired boy sitting opposite her. She couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Ji Ming, let's talk about your hoard of weapons first."

Ji Ming chuckled and said, "What weapons? Possessing weapons is illegal. How could I dare to break the law?"

Ke Qing sighed, too lazy to waste words with Ji Ming, stood up, bent down and reached out to his waist. In the blink of an eye, the boy's figure flashed and her hand was firmly grasped.

"Lord Yuheng Star, how dare you harass a common man in public? Don't you know that a man's waist shouldn't be touched casually?"

"First of all, a woman's waist should not be touched casually. Secondly, I was not harassing any man, but conducting a reasonable and legal search operation."

"What about reasonable and legal evidence?"

"I am Yuheng, one of the Seven Stars of Liyue."

Ji Ming remained silent, and finally released Ke Qing's fair and delicate hand, then took out the machete from his waist and slammed it on the table.

There was no other way; people with great power and influence were not to be trifled with, especially since the Li family stood behind this Yuheng Star. It was best to avoid his sharp edge for now.

Keqing picked it up and glanced at it a few times, then put it back on the table and sighed, "Mr. Ji Ming, why do you carry a rusty dagger with you? Why does that street thug call you 'Ninth Master'? Are you perhaps a member of one of those gangs in Liyue Harbor?"

"If I said I wasn't, would you believe me?"