Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

Suddenly, she felt the malevolent aura that had been clinging to her like a bone-deep wound, and as if she had encountered something terrifying, she shrank back and retreated!

An indescribable sense of ease and peace instantly washed over me.

It was a comfort she had never experienced before, a comfort that came from within, as if most of the heavy shackles that had been weighing on her heart and soul had been quietly removed.

This sudden change made it impossible for Shen He to maintain a deep meditative state.

Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

what happened?

Why did the restless and agitated evil energy suddenly become so... docile?

Her gaze unconsciously followed the source of that comfort, and with a slight turn, she saw Yi Chen, who had somehow appeared nearby and was looking at her with concern.

Shen He understood instantly.

It was the presence of this junior brother that subtly suppressed her murderous aura.

When Yi Chen saw Shen He wake up, he immediately smiled and went over to him.

"Senior sister, you've finished your cultivation? Um... I feel like there's something a little off about you. Are you alright?"

Shen He gently shook his head, as if he were talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"It's nothing serious. It was just a normal suppression of the Lone Star's malevolent energy within my body, and nothing went wrong."

"A malevolent aura?!"

Upon hearing those two words, Yi Chen's eyes widened instantly, as if he had heard something incredible.

"Aren't we a reputable sect and a celestial abode? How could we have something like malevolent energy?! Are we actually heretical cultivators?!"

His face was filled with shock and suspicion, as if his master had tricked him into joining some strange organization. He even subconsciously took a half step back and looked around warily, as if worried that several fellow demonic cultivators would jump out at any moment.

Shen He was taken aback by his overly intense reaction and peculiar thought process.

Looking at Yichen's tense expression, as if he were about to run off and confront his master about being a cult leader, she remained silent for a moment, seemingly organizing her thoughts, before explaining in her characteristic, straightforward tone:

"It is not an evil cultivation. This is the 'Lonely Star Calamity' that I carry in my destiny since childhood. It easily attracts disasters and harms the innocent. My master took me as a disciple and taught me immortal techniques and the Red Rope Soul Locking Technique, precisely to help me suppress and resolve this evil, not to cultivate evil energy."

After listening, Yi Chen's shock faded, and he nodded in sudden understanding.

"Oh, I see! I'm relieved he's not a heretical cultivator, he scared me!"

He patted his chest, looking relieved.

But then he frowned, as if he had thought of something extremely illogical, and muttered something under his breath.

"...That's so unfair!"

Shen He was slightly taken aback.

"What's unfair?"

She was already used to the attitudes of others—fear, pity, or avoidance—after they learned that she carried a malevolent aura.

But this was the first time she had ever encountered someone like Yichen, whose first reaction wasn't his own safety or a sigh for her fate, but rather a straightforward feeling that it was "unfair" for her.

This feeling was unfamiliar, but she didn't dislike it.

Yi Chen put his hands on his hips, looking like he was standing up for someone in a bad situation.

"Of course it's unfair! Senior sister, you're such a good person, yet you were born with this troublesome thing, and you have to spend all your energy suppressing it. You might even accidentally hurt someone else or yourself! Is that fair?"

"This is like forcibly handing a hot potato to a good person, and then blaming the good person for not being able to handle it! It's so unreasonable!"

His metaphor was simple and blunt, but the pure intention of protection contained within it created subtle ripples in Shen He's heart.

Looking at Yichen's earnest expression, as if he were speaking up for her, she remained silent for a moment before slowly opening her mouth.

"...Fate is predetermined, and there is no such thing as fairness. It is already a blessing to be able to receive guidance from my master and embark on the path of immortality."

However, her slightly drooping eyelashes seemed to reveal a hint of helplessness deep in her heart, perhaps one that she herself had never truly acknowledged, regarding this "preordained" fate.

Chapter 41 The Lost Shen He

Seeing Shen He's submissive but helpless expression, Yi Chen's sense of "standing up for the wronged" intensified.

He stroked his chin and pondered for a moment.

Although Gan Yu had repeatedly warned him not to mention the special characteristics of his blood to others, lest it cause unnecessary trouble...

This is Senior Sister Shen He!

Although we've only known each other for less than a day, she seems like a kind-hearted senior sister who's cold on the outside but is being bullied by bad guys!

It's only natural for our own people to help each other!

Gan Yu probably won't be too angry if she finds out, right?

With this in mind, Yi Chen made up his mind.

He looked up at Shen He, his eyes filled with a pure desire to help:

"Senior sister, um... could you let me take a closer look at that malevolent energy? Just draw out a little bit so I can see it?"

"Maybe... I have a way to cure it?"

Upon hearing this, Shen He looked into Yi Chen's eyes, which were filled with concern and "I want to help you," and she was momentarily stunned, a rare occurrence for her.

This straightforward kindness, devoid of any fear or pity, simply a desire to do something for her, was too unfamiliar to her, and... too warm.

She nodded slightly without hesitation: "Okay."

She also harbored a strange sense of trust and curiosity towards this junior brother who inspired her instinctive fear.

So Shen He closed his eyes again, focused his mind and tried, as usual, to use his will and inner energy to draw out the wisp of Lonely Star Qi that was entwined deep within his soul, preparing to control it in a small wisp at his fingertips for Yi Chen to observe.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Shen Hena's brows furrowed slightly, and his aura swirled around him, clearly indicating that he was making an effort to mobilize his energy.

But the malevolent energy that usually wanted to show itself and required her to suppress it was now like a frightened rabbit, hiding deep inside. No matter how she tried to activate it, it wouldn't budge and refused to show itself at all!

It was as if some extremely terrifying being was nearby, making them not even dare to show their faces.

Shen He could even sense the fear emanating from the malevolent aura, a fear that was almost "trembling with dread."

She tried a few more times, but the result was the same.

The malevolent energy that had plagued her for years was now so docile and quiet that even she found it unbelievable, yet also... incredibly awkward.

She slowly opened her eyes, looked at Yi Chen who was blinking expectantly beside her, waiting to "see the sample," and said softly:

"...It seems unwilling to come out."

"You don't want to come out?!"

Yi Chen looked incredulous.

"This murderous aura has quite a personality? Knowing it can't win, it plays dead?"

Shen He looked at his boisterous, as if he had discovered something new, and shook his head helplessly.

She didn't know how to explain this unprecedented situation.

Seeing this, Yichen scratched his head.

"Forget it, let's just avoid it. You can't force things. We'll ask our master when we get back. She's very knowledgeable and will definitely know what's going on!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than an extremely untimely "gurgling" sound suddenly came from Yi Chen's stomach, the sound being particularly clear in the silent mountain forest.

Yi Chen: "..."

Shen He paused slightly, his gaze falling on the hand that was clutching his stomach, and then he seemed to understand something.

Silently, she rummaged through the small storage bag at her waist and pulled out a handful of bright green plants that emitted a faint, bitter fragrance—it was Qingxin.

She handed Qingxin to Yichen.

"If you're hungry, you can eat this first to tide you over."

Yi Chen took a handful, curiously put it in his mouth and chewed it. The next second, his whole face scrunched up in a grimace.

"Pfft—! It's so bitter! Senior sister, how can you eat this as a meal?!"

Shen He looked at his contorted expression and answered honestly, "Qingxin can calm the mind and relieve hunger. I usually only keep this on hand."

In her storage bag, besides the necessary talismans and magical artifacts, there was indeed only a large amount of Qingxin (a type of spiritual medicine) used to suppress evil energy and assist in cultivation.

Looking at his senior sister's nonchalant expression that said "take it or leave it," and then at Qingxin in his hand, which was so bitter it made his tongue go numb, Yichen suddenly felt that his senior sister's past life had been really too hard!

His eyes darted around, and he suddenly clapped his hands.

"No way! Senior sister, you can't just eat grass! Come on, junior brother, I'll take you to get some special treatment!"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to Shen He with remarkable ease, his eyes sparkling.

"Senior sister, grab my hand, I'll fly you there, it'll be fast!"

Shen He looked at the hand with distinct knuckles, clean and warm, extended in front of him, and then glanced at Yi Chen's enthusiastic and carefree smile.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly and gently placed her hand on his.

The moment their fingertips touched, Yi Chen immediately closed his hand and firmly grasped it.

He chuckled softly, and the wind elemental power around him surged instantly, transforming into a soft blue light that enveloped the two of them. The next moment, he shot into the sky like an arrow, rushing towards the Wangshu Inn!

The wind whistled in my ears, and the mountains and rivers below rushed past.

This was the first time Shen He had traveled in this way, but unexpectedly, she did not feel any discomfort. On the contrary, she found it... very interesting.

The warmth emanating from Yi Chen's tightly held hand was exceptionally clear.

His hands... were very soft, unlike her hands, which were calloused from years of shooting practice. They were dry and warm, and when he held hers, the pressure was just right, giving her a strange sense of security.

As if possessed, Shen He quietly tightened his grip on that warm hand.

Yi Chen, who was focused on controlling the wind elemental force to accelerate, immediately felt the change in force coming from his hand.

He was taken aback at first, then exclaimed "Oh dear!" as if suddenly realizing something, a look of annoyance appearing on his face:

"I'm so sorry! Senior sister! It was my oversight!"

He assumed Shen He didn't like such close contact, so he quickly let go of her hand and simultaneously manipulated the wind element to gently support her.

"It's the same as using the wind to support you like this, I'm sorry, senior sister!"

Suddenly losing that warm touch, Shen He felt his palms go empty, and a slight chill of loss quietly spread through him.

Looking at Yichen's apologetic face, devoid of any other thoughts, she silently pulled the hand that had just been held back into her sleeve, her fingertips unconsciously curling slightly.

"...It doesn't matter."

Shen He lowered his eyelashes, concealing the fleeting emotion in his eyes. His voice remained cold and indifferent, as if the brief hand-holding and the slight disappointment he felt at the moment had never happened.

"That's good!"

Yi Chen breathed a sigh of relief, his smile returning to its bright red, and pointed to the massive building whose outline was now clearly visible in the distance.

"Look! Senior Sister, that's Wangshu Inn! Their almond tofu and meat rolls are absolutely amazing! We can even pack some to take back for Master to try!"

Shen He followed his gaze and softly hummed in agreement, suppressing the unfamiliar flutter and disappointment in his heart as if suppressing a murderous aura.

Chapter 42 Eat eat eat

The two sat down in the open-air seating area of ​​Wangshu Inn, where the view was expansive and a gentle breeze caressed their faces.

Yi Chen waved his hand and ordered a table full of signature dishes without any hesitation, and the aroma instantly filled the air.

"Come on, senior sister! Don't be shy! Eat up! This meal is on me!"

Yi Chen patted his chest, looking like he was saying, "Following my junior brother means I'll get to eat meat," and picked up a piece of golden shrimp ball, putting it in his mouth and squinting his eyes in satisfaction.

Shen He looked at the exquisite dishes on the table, her expression remaining calm. She picked up her chopsticks as instructed, and tasted each dish very politely, savoring each bite before putting them down.

Then, under Yi Chen's dumbfounded gaze, she very naturally took out another Qingxin from the storage bag at her waist, preparing to put it in her mouth like a snack.

"Etc., etc!"

Yi Chen quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, looking at Shen He with a blank expression.