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

Qingnuoyan blinked, and before he could react, Huqiandai had already climbed out of the window, her bare feet stepping on the damp mud, splashing up layers of water.

The fools outside the shrine cheered as soon as they saw Torachiyo, especially when they noticed her twin horns that symbolized the Oni clan—which further confirmed Kiyonoi's conjecture.

The Fools were indeed there to hunt Tiger Chiyo.

The lead executioner's gaze lingered on the opposite corner for a long time. He narrowed his long eyes, already imagining what kind of reward the lady would bestow upon him, and a faint smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

But his smile froze the next moment.

The crimson blade pierced straight through his forehead and emerged from the back of his head. Blood gushed out, but not a single drop touched the crimson blade. Mikoto Chiyo gracefully withdrew the blade, and her head was decapitated in the direction of the withdrawal, flying high into the air.

The rise and fall happened in just a few breaths, before even the maple leaves had a chance to fall to the ground.

"So beautiful..." Qingnuoyan couldn't help but exclaim.

The executioner was at least sixty years old, yet he was killed.

Torachiyo wasn't even at her peak; she still had filth on her body.

"Whoa!" The little tanuki, Ichizou, covered his eyes. "No way...!"

...Since blood has already been drawn, there's no other way but to take action.

Fools were his enemies.

...They're still after me.

Torachiyo invited him to dance, so he would dance with her.

"Wu Baizang, don't be afraid." Qing Nuoyan also drew his sword and instructed the little raccoon, "Hide in the house and don't come out."

"I...we...!" Wu Baizang trembled, but still forced a defiant tone, saying, "We are not afraid!"

"Ichizoku is very brave."

"That's what Qingnuoyan said," he said, following closely behind Huqiandai. White raindrops pelted his thin kimono, splashing up ripples.

The Fools also realized what was happening and abandoned their contempt. With each flicker of the Evil Eye, the filthy and malevolent power began to transform their bodies, using their lifespans as a price to unleash their full potential.

At the same time, their aura grew increasingly dark and gloomy, and their eyes beneath the masks gleamed with a cold, sinister light. At this moment, their appearance was more like filth than that of Torachiyo.

Qing Nuoyan lowered his body and swiftly cut through the rain, first shattering the horses' hooves. With each fall of men and horses, he moved between the rain and the horses, his hand rising and his blade falling, the continuous slashes as easy as chopping melons and vegetables, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. Wherever he passed, one evil eye after another shattered.

[You have defeated the Evil Eye Soldier, level 40]

You have already defeated...

Your current level: lv35

"Dance!" Torachiyo's eyes reflected Kiyono's voice, a joyful, almost manic smile playing on her lips. "Dance!"

The army of the Fools unleashed a barrage of arrows, a dense volley of arrows imbued with the power of the Evil Eye, covering half the sky and pressing down like a smog. Torachiyo's Crimson Blade slashed through the rain of arrows, sparks flying as metal clashed against metal.

"Monster!" The Fools stared at Torachiyo with apprehension.

Her speed increased, and when the speed of her sword slashes exceeded the speed of the falling arrows, Torachiyo began to weave through the rain of arrows. Her dazzling twelve-layered kimono trailed in the night sky, and she walked barefoot on the maple leaves as she slashed towards the Fools. "Dance!"

Just like it was five hundred years ago.

The Divine Cutter vibrated slightly, with tiny lightning snakes coiling around its blade, and the Crimson Blade and the Divine Cutter resonated together.

Following Shenqie's guidance, Qingnuoyan naturally wielded his sword, and as he followed the dance, his mind involuntarily calmed down.

You are learning the art of "One Cut Without Making a Cut" (derived from the concept of "divine cutting").

This is a dance, with the rise and fall of swords as the rhythm, and the falling raindrops as the pause. Crimson maple leaves and pure white lightning intertwine, with red maple leaves falling and lightning appearing and disappearing.

When the rain stops tonight, there will be no more evil eyes.

[Qingnuo Rock, lv39]

Qing Nuoyan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Even he felt exhausted, extremely exhausted. His clothes were completely soaked, mixed with blood and rainwater, and there were congealed blood scabs on his cheeks. He sat on the ground, feeling somewhat powerless, and released Shen Qie.

There is a puddle in front of us.

He stared at his disheveled reflection in the puddle and thought to himself: Now I'm going to get a lecture from Ying again.

With such a commotion caused in the Forest of Guardians, Miss Ying should be on her way.

He stared helplessly at Torachiyo, who raised her eyes when she noticed his gaze.

This guy doesn't seem to know what fatigue is.

To Qing Nuoyan's relief, Hu Qiandai was not forever immersed in killing due to the filth she had been corrupted—her gaze remained clear and pure.

The rain stopped, and the moon came out: Mikoto Chiyo was bathed in moonlight, her head tilted slightly, her long hair cascading down like tassels, the strands of hair intertwining with the moonlight. She raised her delicate hand and licked the bloodstains on her wrist, like a kitten washing its face.

This is trouble.

“You must leave this place.” Qing Nuoyan reiterated his request, coaxing and earnestly saying, “The Fools have already guessed your whereabouts; you can’t stay here… okay?”

He felt like he had become a kidnapper, inheriting the style of the blonde older sister Ying, and luring a kitten into the forest.

Before Qing Nuoyan could speak, he felt a cool, soft touch on his cheek, moist and gentle, as it caressed his skin—his eyes widened slightly.

Mikoto Chiyo was licking the bloodstains on Kiyono Iwa's cheek.

She was very close, their cheeks almost touching, their warm breaths mingling together. Qing Nuoyan could see her fair, almost transparent skin and her bright golden eyes up close.

Qingnuoyan knows that animals... like cats and lions, will help their companions wash their faces and so on.

But you're a demon.

But Qing Nuoyan couldn't break free. The ghost girl was incredibly strong—she pressed herself against him, pressed her cheeks, and gently licked away the remaining bloodstains. After cleaning her cheeks, she moved on to her neck and collarbone.

As she did these things, her face was calm and serene, as if she were doing the most ordinary things.

After being corrupted by filth, she acted quite naturally.

“You’re dirty.” She spoke succinctly and calmly, “Wash your face. Don’t be naughty.”

Who exactly is being mischievous?

"You even know what 'washing your face' means? Does filth wash its face? Does a monster wash its face?"

Torachiyo tilted her head.

“You’re not a monster, Chiyo.” Kiyono Iwa finally managed to break free and said earnestly, “You are my friend.”

You are not a monster, you are my friend.

"You're just sick, and I'll take responsibility for curing you."

"...So, don't stay here in the mountains, it's so boring." Qing Nuoyan looked at Hu Qiandai, "You'll also go hungry, it's not good at all."

"Let's take the five hundred monks and leave this place together."

Qing Nuoyan gazed into Hu Qiandai's eyes, those beautiful eyes that were as bright and clear as a crimson sunset.

"I'll make sure everyone is found. I've buried the wine; it's homemade cherry blossom wine, it's really, really delicious. I can also make tofu, really good tofu, so you won't go hungry..."

"Hana-sanri is leaving." Qing Nuoyan paused. "We should say goodbye to her properly."

Torachiyo couldn't understand Kiyono Iwa's words. She had lost most of her rationality, leaving only the instincts of the demon race. But just looking at the boy in front of her, she felt inexplicably sad.

Torachiyo pursed her lips slightly, and after a long while, she slowly nodded, her thin lips parting slightly, but before she could speak, her eyes widened slightly—

The golden eyes reflected Qing Nuoyan's figure.

She noticed a strange scarlet butterfly perched on Qing Nuoyan's shoulder.

A butterfly I'd never seen before fluttered its wings gently, leaving trails of fiery light in the air, as beautiful as a work of art.

Her hunting instincts, unique to the Oni race, caused her pupils to constrict.

Torachiyo pushed Kiyono Iwa away.

-

P.S.: Phew, fully recovered! It's really nothing special!

Update in the mortal realm!

Chapter 135 "Who are you? Get lost!"

The crimson butterfly fluttered, tracing graceful arcs across the night sky. Suddenly, brilliant fireworks ignited between its wings, the flames instantly rolling and spreading, expanding into a vast sea of ​​fire.

Qing Nuoyan felt as if his shoulder was on fire, and an excruciatingly hot pain was etched into his skin—fortunately, the flames had only touched his body.

The next instant, another tremendous force slammed into him, sending him flying backward and crashing out of the already raging inferno.

Everywhere you look, there is smoke and fumes; thick, murky black smoke, like the wings of a crow, swirls above the Forest of Guardians.

As the smoke cleared, the earth cracked from the intense heat, revealing the scorched earth.

Torachiyo stood barefoot on the scorched earth, flames billowing from the hem of her magnificent twelve-layered kimono. She revealed her demon-gnawed fangs and let out a low, threatening growl from deep within her throat.

Because she pushed Qingnuoyan away immediately, she took the brunt of the flames.

She is hurt.

Injury and pain can always awaken one's wild side.

A surge of violent and volatile emotions welled up in her mind again. The chaotic images kept flashing back in her vision; she saw the wound bitten by the ghost again, and that pale, pained face again...

Gradually, things started to get out of control.

The filth began to churn.

At this moment, her appearance and her posture were those of a wild beast.

Torachiyo raised her crazed eyes and looked up at the source of the fluttering fire butterflies.

The executor, named "Lady," stood atop the swarm of butterflies. Flame patterns appeared on the edge of her half-open mask, and her eyes, hidden beneath the mask, calmly and indifferently looked down at the filthy beast on the ground, a cold sneer playing on her lips.

She could feel the filthy blood flowing from the filthy beast; its aura... was truly nauseating.

Inferior, base, evil, and filthy things.

Since the time of the dragon Dulin, the lady has vowed to burn away all the filth in the world. In the pure white world that Rustan seeks, there is no place for these lowly calamities—she firmly believes this.

The Fools have the most comprehensive intelligence network, and having existed in this world for over five hundred years, they are deeply entrenched and naturally know many historical secrets.

Mikoto Chiyo, also known as Onikiri's Torachiyo, is not the heroic warrior who died on the battlefield against the filth, as recorded by the historian Inatsuma. On the contrary, she is the filth itself.

That selfish mortal named Qingye Leiming, outwardly a grand and dignified figure, protected this monster and concealed the truth of history for his own selfish desires—the lady detested such hypocrites the most, which reminded her of the noble knights in Mondstadt who held positions without doing their jobs.