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

I told you to smoke a pipe, now you're behaving yourself, aren't you?

Hu Tao had planned to chat with Ji Ming today, but when she came in, she saw him puffing away on a cigarette. She was furious. He had promised to do so, but he was a complete liar.

Hu Tao immediately made a decision to go to Wanmintang to ask for help and have Ji Ming's childhood sweetheart punish him. However, as soon as she went out, she saw Gan Yu who had come to visit.

When Gan Yu saw Ji Ming sitting behind the window smoking his pipe in deep thought, the originally gentle and amiable Half-Immortal Miss's aura instantly surged. Hu Tao couldn't even see her speed clearly. In the blink of an eye, she appeared next to Ji Ming and stared at him with a smile on her face.

Ji Ming was startled and was about to stand up to greet her when Gan Yu gently pressed his shoulder and softly declared, "Junior Brother Ji Ming, sit down."

And so things turned out this way. Ji Ming would occasionally peek up and argue, "This is for focusing the mind, it's not something we use often."

Gan Yu didn't believe it at all. She raised her pipe and gently tapped Ji Ming's head, puffing out her cheeks as she scolded, "Don't you know the art of breathing exercises?"

"Practicing martial arts is so boring, I really don't have the perseverance to practice every day."

Gan Yu looked at Hu Tao behind the armchair, her tone no longer showing the anger and sternness of before, and said kindly, "Miss Hu Tao, you are my junior brother's landlady. Do you know when he started to get into this bad habit?"

Without hesitation, Hu Tao betrayed Ji Ming: "A few days ago, after I came back from Wuwangpo, he started smoking a pipe, and it was no use trying to persuade him."

"Junior Brother Ji Ming, I'm confiscating your pipe."

Gan Yu recognized the pipe, of course. It once belonged to Ning Guang of Tianquan Star. Junior Brother Ji Ming must have had private contact with her, but none of that mattered. She only hoped that Junior Brother Ji Ming would be healthy.

Just as Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun wrote in her heart, if her junior brother Ji Ming could live a long and healthy life, she would never feel lonely again in this Liyue Harbor where people come and go.

Therefore, Junior Brother Ji Ming must stay healthy, and he must be prohibited from touching things like pipes.

Ji Ming wore a bitter expression. A few days ago, he had managed to sneak into the Li family compound using this pipe. Without it, he would no longer be able to pretend to be a nobleman, even though he currently had quite a bit of money to spare.

"Senior Sister Gan Yu, I promise I won't smoke anymore, so could you please not confiscate my pipe?"

Just as Ji Ming was about to get up and plead for mercy, he was hit again by the pipe and had no choice but to sit back down obediently, glaring fiercely at Hu Tao who was smirking.

Laugh, laugh, laugh, one day I'll make you cry, cry, cry.

Gan Yu sighed and looked at Hu Tao: "Miss Hu Tao, I need to have some private conversations with my fellow disciples. Could we leave for a while?"

"Of course, Miss Gan Yu, please make yourself at home."

Hu Tao made a face at Ji Ming, then readily left the master bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Seeing Hu Tao leave, Gan Yu reached out and waved, smiling broadly, "Want to hold hands?"

"I want it!"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Shut up, sugar!"

Suddenly, the puppy, White Sugar, jumped out from under the bed and wagged its tail wildly at Gan Yu, making Ji Ming speechless. He immediately waved his hand to shoo away this silly little dog that had appeared at the worst possible time.

Gan Yu blinked, withdrew her hand, and asked in surprise, "Junior Brother Ji Ming, why are you thinking about keeping a pet?"

"A friend entrusted me with taking care of it, so it's not too troublesome. This dog is very smart."

Looking at the small hand so close yet out of reach, Ji Ming couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. His longing expression amused Gan Yu, so she reached out her hand again.

It's so cool and refreshing, it feels great! Senior Sister Gan Yu's hands must be so cold right now, let's see Ji Ming warm them up for her.

Raising her free right hand, Gan Yu gently stroked Ji Ming's hair, earnestly advising, "Junior Brother Ji Ming, your senior sister doesn't want you to come into contact with such bad habits, as they will harm your body."

Ji Ming sat on the carpet and shrugged, saying, "It doesn't affect the lungs, and I only smoke a pipe once every two or three days, so it's not harmful to my health."

Ji Ming only smokes when he is mentally stressed, especially when he is killing someone. He will aim for vital points and kill them with one blow, so that the person will not feel any unnecessary pain. At this time, he needs tobacco to concentrate.

Those who join gangs and engage in shady activities are all unfortunate people. Killing someone is just a way to fight for profit and a way to survive, so why torture them?

Gan Yu was unaware of the situation. She remained silent for a moment, then suddenly pulled Ji Ming over, letting the unsuspecting boy crash into the armchair and fall onto her. She then wrapped her arms around the boy's waist.

"You're not allowed to smoke anymore. Come to your senior sister's house to get some Qingxin whenever you have time. Qingxin is a good alternative. I just want Junior Brother Ji Ming to stay with your senior sister for a few more years."

Gan Yu's voice was pitiful and gentle: "Junior Brother Ji Ming, there is a saying in Liyue Harbor that 'when people leave, the tea grows cold.' If you leave your senior sister, she will have no relatives left in Liyue Harbor."

Is this a honey trap? It's definitely a honey trap!

Gently sniffing the scent between her dark blue hair, Ji Ming reached out and held Gan Yu's neck, his heart surging with emotion: "I promised Senior Sister that I would use Qingxin from now on, and I will also work hard to cultivate and stay with Senior Sister forever."

"Purifying the mind is very difficult, and cultivating oneself is very tiring. Can you persevere through both, junior brother?"

"My senior sister's tranquility is sweet, and cultivation with her by my side is easy. I could persist for five thousand years without any problem."

Gan Yu tilted her head and smiled: "Even my senior sister isn't five thousand years old."

Ji Ming rubbed his dark blue hair and asked, "Excuse me, how old are you, Senior Sister?"

"Over three thousand years old, are you scared?"

To be honest, yes.

Ji Ming nodded: "Then let's set a small goal first: cultivate for three thousand years."

She has remained unchanged for over three thousand years, still dressed in brocade and jade, seemingly untouched by worldly affairs, and will likely remain so for another three thousand years.

Human lifespan is ultimately no more than a hundred years. Once one passes the halfway mark of life, one's appearance will age and one's body will weaken. Compared to the lifespan of a half-immortal, it is like a fleeting moment.

It is an honor to be able to hug Senior Sister Gan Yu today. If I could still hug Senior Sister Gan Yu three thousand years from now, I would still feel as honored as I do today.

Upon hearing this, Gan Yu was filled with emotion, and hugged him a little tighter, her tone inexplicable: "Three thousand years? Junior Brother Ji Ming, cultivators must not speak falsely."

"Three thousand years begin today."

Chapter 31: Eating too much Qingxin will make you sweet.

After another successful opera performance, Yunhan Troupe received a lot of applause and cheers, but Yun Jin did not feel happy at all.

Today's opera is called "The Rock King Makes Havoc in the Sea," which tells the story of the Rock King Emperor Morax going to the Cloud Sea to suppress the sea monsters. This type of opera is more traditional, so the rock music that was prepared in advance was not used.

The assistant did not approve of using rock music in this type of opera, and was also glad that Yun Jin did not force the issue, otherwise the conservatives in Liyue Harbor would soon come knocking on the door on the grounds of "the collapse of rites and music" and demanding an explanation from Yunhan Society.

In short, Yun Jin was very regretful and disappointed. She hadn't had any good inspiration lately, so she could only go to Xin Yan's concert to listen to rock music and talk to her about rock arrangements.

After removing her costume and heavy makeup, Yun Jin practiced a piece of opera backstage as usual, then left Yunhan Society in casual clothes. She wanted to visit the Hall of Rebirth.

Ji Ming left a deep impression on Yun Jin, but unfortunately she couldn't get his address. She also hadn't seen him around Mr. Zhongli these past few days. Mr. Zhongli said that Ji Ming had been quite busy lately.

Having learned that Mr. Ji Ming lived in a courtyard house in the southern part of Feiyunpo, Yun Jin prepared to buy some gifts and pay him a visit to discuss the development of opera.

Not knowing Mr. Ji Ming's preferences, Yun Jin casually bought some tonics like red dates at Mingxingzhai.

As Yun Jin passed by the dock and was admiring the scenery, she was startled when she saw a black-haired boy standing upside down on a wooden pier.

"Mr. Ji... Mr. Ji Ming?"

Because being upside down slowed down the blood flow, Ji Ming's face was flushed, and his increasingly dizzy head made his reaction time much slower than usual. It took him a while to slowly turn his head to look over.

"Miss Yun Jin? What a coincidence! Are you going out for dinner?"

“It’s only 10 a.m., it’s too early to have lunch,” Yun Jin tilted her head and looked at Ji Ming, a worry rising in her heart. “Is this really okay? I feel like Mr. Ji Ming is going to faint.”

"It's alright, this is necessary training."

Ji Ming gritted his teeth and persevered, large beads of sweat slowly trickling down his collar and neck. Occasionally, a few drops of sweat would sting his eyes, the salty taste making them burn unbearably, causing him to grimace involuntarily.

His defiant demeanor amused Yun Jin. She gently pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve, stepped forward, and wiped Ji Ming's face, paying special attention to the area around his eyes.

Ji Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were still a little red: "Thank you. I'll put the handkerchief on the wooden stump and wash it for you when I get back. I'll return it to Miss Yun Jin next time I go to Yunhan Society to watch a play."

"But Mr. Ji Ming hasn't come to listen even once yet?"

Yun Jin felt a little resentful. She had given Ji Ming a VIP card for free, but he treated it as if it didn't exist. He could have just come to freeload. This had left her pondering this all this time.

The midday sun was fierce, its rays reflecting off the sea surface and onto the docks of Liyue Harbor, eventually shining on the blade protruding from Ji Ming's waist, momentarily blinding Yun Jin.

Yun Jin didn't have too many doubts. After all, Mr. Ji Ming was practicing at the dock early in the morning. Maybe he was a martial arts practitioner from a traditional martial arts family?

"Mr. Ji Ming, I would like to talk to you about opera today."

"Opera? Let's do it another day. I have a long period of practice to do today. I'll come find you when I have time."

How long does it take to cultivate?

Ji Ming pondered for a moment, then braced himself on the wooden block with one hand. The intense pressure caused thick veins to bulge on his arm, and the sweat glistened in the sunlight. Finally, he gave his answer:

"Ten minutes left in the handstand practice..."

“Great, then I’ll wait for Mr. Ji Ming.”

"After that, there are 500 frog jumps, 500 push-ups, 500 wooden stakes to hit, and the last one is to carry sand around Liyue Harbor five times."

Yun Jin stood there stunned, her red lips slightly parted in shock: "Mr. Ji Ming, are you really cultivating?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Because I feel like you're abusing yourself."

Ji Ming laughed heartily, completely unconcerned: "Miss Yun Jin, do you perhaps think I'm practicing martial arts? You're mistaken, I'm a man preparing to cultivate into an immortal."

Yun Jin cooperated and continued to ask, "But Mr. Ji Ming doesn't know any immortal techniques, and this can only be used to exercise the body, right?"

Have you ever heard of achieving sainthood in the physical body?

"No, Mr. Ji Ming is making this up, isn't he?"

"Hey! How dare you underestimate me? I'll come down right now and explain this to you properly... Ouch, Miss Yun Jin, help me up, my hand is cramping."

Yun Jin pursed her lips tightly, suppressing her laughter, and helped Ji Ming down. Then she stuffed the red date gift into his arms: "Don't try to be brave, Mr. Ji Ming."