Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

"Leah."

Qingnuoyan stared at the firelight. He paused, remained silent for a moment, then looked at Heulia and said earnestly:

"The salt of the earth is so beautiful, so very beautiful... I love living in your country. I'm so happy that you invited me to live in your country."

"So?" Lia asked.

“I once heard a saying that goes, ‘Where God is, there is the kingdom of God.’”

Qingnuoyan looked at Liya and said, "For believers, the place where you stand is the salt of the earth, the kingdom where I find peace."

Perhaps it was the light from the campfire, but his delicate, fair cheeks had a slight flush.

“I want to invite God to walk with me—to travel with me. Wherever you go, that place will be the salt of the earth.”

"I want to travel with you, with Ying. I want to see more scenery with you."

Traveling...

His eyes were very serious.

Upon meeting her gaze, Liya instinctively looked away, a slight blush rising at her ears, making her look as beautiful as the sunset. "I...I haven't gone out."

She never left Liyue.

Since birth, she has always stayed in Liyue and has never been to the outside world.

"A beautiful god, a great god, the only god,"

Qingnuoyan's eyes reflected Heulia's face. "I also want to invite you, to invite you into my city."

I want you to live in my city.

—I'd like to invite you to my city.

...that idiot.

How can she refuse after you say that?!

Liya lowered her eyes, somewhat flustered. She bit her lip and stuffed the salt ruler into Qing Nuoyan's arms. "...You, you hold the salt ruler and speak to it, then I can hear you!"

"So, what's the answer...?"

Liya glared at Qing Nuoyan as if she had been stepped on, and after a long while, she slowly said:

"I hope it looks good."

"That will definitely look beautiful." Qing Nuoyan finally smiled, mimicking Liya's old tone, and proudly said, "Just as beautiful as me!"

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P.S.: Hehe, I've made some changes to the giveaway. Anyone who voted for the monthly pass this month can participate. The results will be announced on Thursday. Since everyone is so enthusiastic... let's just hold another one next month, in March! Hehe!

Chapter 115 Becoming the Strongest!

In the transition from spring to summer, the osmanthus flowers are fully ripe, their brilliant colors spreading out and settling like the sunset. As the mountain breeze gently blows, the scattered branches sway and release their fragrance.

The boy broke off a branch and picked the osmanthus petals one by one, placing them in a basket beside him.

“From a generally rational perspective,” Mr. Zhongli said, picking osmanthus petals, “...we could actually go and buy osmanthus flowers.”

After all, the intention was to buy osmanthus flowers and share wine.

“But we have no money.” Qing Nuoyan shook his head helplessly. “We don’t have any [Mora].

"Is it impossible to do without Mora?" Mr. Zhongli looked thoughtful. "That's interesting. I've never carried Mora with me, but I've never been stopped from having tea or watching a play."

"Because I paid for it for you!"

"But now I have no money, so I can't buy osmanthus flowers...!"

He has become Zhongli's ATM.

Qing Nuoyan crushed the branch in his hand, once again feeling utterly powerless against Mr. Zhongli's views on money. It was the same last time he went to buy sardines; even though they were all called "Morax," he couldn't scrape together a single mora, and in the end, Miss Ying had to pay the bill...

To be precise, all their expenses were ultimately paid for by Miss Ying, who was Qingnuoyan's ATM... and also his Wind-blowing Girl.

Qingnuoyan felt that if things continued like this, Ying was really going to explode...

Even if the opponent is the Rock King, the money-grubbing Miss Luminous will definitely do something god-slaying.

“However, it’s quite enjoyable to stroll in the mountains and fields.” Mr. Zhongli carefully plucked away the withered leaves and suddenly asked, “When do you plan to leave?”

“Tomorrow,” Qing Nuoyan said. “...The day after tomorrow at the latest.”

"Then we'd better get to work quickly." Zhongli smiled gently.

"Yes. It has to be before sunset."

It has to be before sunset.

Qing Nuoyan smiled and said, "Because I have to go home for dinner."

Can I come?

"You can come as long as you pay." Qing Nuoyan felt she couldn't let herself be taken advantage of any longer.

“I did not bring Mora with me,” Zhongli said, shaking his head. “But I did bring a jug of fine wine.”

The sun's glow slowly faded, and the horizon was gradually tinged with a rosy glow; sunset was imminent.

Qingnuoyan smiled.

They exchanged a knowing smile, which, according to Miss Ying, was called the 'tacit smile of hooligans.' Any man who actually wore such a smile was either planning to go out and fool around or was about to form a sworn brotherhood and rebel—

The two men exchanged a knowing smile, drank a cup together, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Today has been truly exhilarating! Why don't we become sworn brothers, brother, and storm Sky Bird Island, seize the bird throne from Lady Tianli, and then Brother Zhongli will be the Great Emperor, and I will be the Second Emperor, drinking and eating heartily!"

...That's how it's written in storytelling anyway.

The mysterious smile on the screen was seen as a harbinger of something big and a big feast, but for them, it wasn't that complicated. Just like in the boys' dormitory, they would exchange knowing smiles and say, "Tonight's the night!"

It's a pity I can't log in to Teyvat, but sharing a good drink is enough.

They continued picking osmanthus flowers, the sunlight casting long shadows of their backs that blended into the mountains, and their voices could be faintly heard from the mountainside:

"Get to work early, I'll make sardines."

"...I do not eat seafood."

"That's great! We can make enough for one less person!"

"..."

The sunlight shone on them, warm and comforting.

Whether it's summer or spring, the timing is just right.

The method of making osmanthus wine was a technique that appeared in Qingnuoyan's mind after he fulfilled his promise to Mr. Zhongli.

The process includes harvesting, drying, putting into jars, burying in cellars, sealing, and then slowly brewing over time.

Before leaving Liyue, he wanted to bury a jar of osmanthus wine he had brewed himself deep in the earth. When the wine matured the following year, he would return to Liyue and reunite with all his friends.

...

Welcome home.

Qiqi stood on tiptoe, opening her arms wide towards Qingnuoyan. She proudly held her little head high, her eyes filled with anticipation, like a little puppy seeking praise. She said:

"Look, Qiqi, you've just learned a new skill, the second set."

She assumed a fighting stance, her short legs together, her fair wrists pressing down until her fingertips touched her rounded toes. As she pressed down, she solemnly called out the name of the move:

"The times are calling! First move: stretching!"

The peerless light-based divine skill, the second set of "Seven-Colored Sunshine," is titled "The Era Is Calling."

This is the technique that Qingnuoyan taught to Qiqi after returning from the Layered Rock Abyss.

It is an advanced version of the previous set of techniques.

If the Seven-Colored Sunshine is like a thousand holy lights descending when it runs, then 'The Era is Calling' is the legendary [Summoning Spell]. It is said that as long as one masters it, one can summon the most powerful celestial beast of this era, so terrifying, hehehe—anyway, that's how Qingnuoyan fooled little Qiqi.

It seems that little Qiqi is very convinced.

He practices this unparalleled summoning technique diligently every day.

Actually, this is just a primary and secondary school broadcast gymnastics exercise. Qiqi is a little zombie with stiff joints, so she needs to do exercises to keep her joints flexible.

So Qing Nuoyan taught her "Colorful Sunshine" and "The Times Are Calling".

He's very good at fooling children.

Of course... Qiqi wasn't the only child who got scammed.

Little Paimon stood with her hands on her hips, puffing out her cheeks, waiting for Qing Nuoyan. Her round face was as puffed up as a little pufferfish. She said indignantly, "Why didn't you teach Paimon!"

She exclaimed, "Paimon wants to learn too! Paimon wants to learn too!"

“Paimon is too stupid, we shouldn’t teach him,” Qingnuoyan said.

"Waaah...Paimon isn't stupid!" Paimon said hurtfully, sullenly, "...You're bullying me."

That old zongzi must be jealous of my extraordinary talent.

She nodded with a hum.

"Have you picked the osmanthus flowers yet...?"

Ying's voice came from the kitchen of the wooden house. Her golden, tousled hair was tied up in a bun to prevent the strands from getting in the way, revealing her delicate profile. She wore a pure white apron, white socks, and sandals. The cleaver was chopping on the cutting board with a crisp sound, mincing ginger and garlic. She was very efficient.

"It's dirty to put it outside the door."

As Miss Ying said, her cooking skills are getting better and better.

"Don't just stand there, come and help, peel another clove of garlic..." Before she could finish speaking, she seemed to have noticed something, so she stopped, took a step back, and showed a wary expression.

Because behind Qing Nuoyan, a head with a long ponytail peeked out. The corners of the eyes were crimson, and the person was dressed very appropriately and looked very polite.

Zhongli.

Ying looked at Zhongli warily, "...What are you doing here?"

Before Mr. Zhongli could speak, Miss Ying replied, "I won't give you any money."

As expected... it's now common knowledge that Morax doesn't have Mora.