While I was in Mondstadt, I never imagined becoming a god.

Xu Chuan understood perfectly well that his actions were tantamount to giving up the ability to fly and teleport.

It begins with the learning of a toddler, traversing the earth step by step.

But if you want to truly become stronger, you have to work hard and hone your skills.

The system only maintains its lower limit; as for how high it can reach, that depends entirely on itself.

Xu Chuan was always well aware that, with his interference, the original plot would eventually go awry.

Creating the future you desire is never something that can be achieved simply by shouting slogans.

"Failed again."

"What exactly is wrong?"

Despite repeated failures, Xu Chuan did not give up.

Whenever the reliance on the knight's ability to survive unarmed leads to thoughts of retreat, the thought arises from the depths of my heart.

The image of Skykirk involuntarily appeared in my mind.

That courage to face all difficulties head-on is like a knife, cleaving open the dungeon called "giving up".

Xu Chuan was so engrossed in cultivating his willpower that he lost all awareness of the outside world.

He didn't notice that Silky, who was resting her head on his lap, had turned to her side.

Her pretty face was pressed against his thigh, her breathing even, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Half a day has passed.

Skirk slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still somewhat confused.

The orange flames flickered in her field of vision, and the perpetually dark space confirmed her where she was.

The warm touch on her face instantly brought her back to her senses.

The suppressed emotions almost shattered the restraint of reason.

Like a bird trapped in a cage, frantically flapping its wings.

Her body stiffened for a moment.

Then, she saw Xu Chuan's face.

His eyes were tightly closed, his expression focused, and his brow was slightly furrowed.

Skirk paused in her movements.

She quietly got up, her movements as light as a cat's, without disturbing him.

As I left that warm body, I felt a strange sense of loss.

Silky couldn't help but shake her head, trying to shake off these inexplicable emotions.

What is he doing?

She looked at Xu Chuan with some confusion.

Various elemental creations sometimes coalesced and took shape before him, and sometimes teetered on the brink of collapse.

However, Xu Chuan's state did not last long.

Under Skirk's watchful eye, he gradually found a way.

The rock formation settled in my palm, no longer wobbling or breaking, hovering steadily like a stone held by a string.

Although I'm not proficient yet, I've at least gotten the hang of it.

"call--"

Xu Chuan let out a long sigh of relief, feeling somewhat exhausted, and temporarily ended this grueling training.

He opened his eyes and met Skykirk's gaze.

The girl stood two steps away, her long, light purple hair hanging down her shoulders. Her complexion was much better than before, and her eyes no longer showed that exhaustion that was on the verge of collapse.

"You look good."

Xu Chuan looked her up and down, then smiled and said:

"You should be fine now. I was quite startled when you suddenly collapsed."

That smile was pure and innocent, a genuine joy.

Skirk remained silent for a moment.

"...Thank you." The voice was very soft.

"Don't mention it." Xu Chuan waved his hand, pushed himself up from the ground, and stretched his numb legs.

"It's good that you're awake. I've been here for a while, and my friends outside will be worried if they can't find me."

"I'll take you away."

Skirk returned to her former self.

His tone was indifferent, his expression calm, like a still pond.

But Xu Chuan always felt that her slightly aloof temperament, when placed together with her slightly round face, created a strange sense of contrast.

Like a kitten trying hard to pretend to be a fierce beast.

He suppressed a laugh and habitually sat back in his wheelchair.

Silky raised her hand and ripped open a spatial rift.

A dim light shone through the crack and fell on their faces.

The wheelchair rolled over the edge of the crevice, returning from the abyss to the human world.

The room at Baiju Inn was exactly the same as when he left.

But there was one more person.

No, two.

Ying stood by the window, one hand on the hilt of her sword, her golden eyes as cold as the winter sun.

Paimon hid behind her, only half of his head showing, his little face tense.

As Skirk stepped out of the crevice, her feet barely touching the ground, she met Ying's gaze.

The air froze instantly.

Ying's sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, a flash of cold light.

Silky Kirk raised her hand, and a faint light gathered at her fingertips.

"and many more!!"

Xu Chuan's wheelchair burst out from the crack and stood between the two.

He raised his hands, golden light swirling in his palms, but he showed no intention of attacking.

"We're on the same side, we're on the same side."

Ying looked at Silky, and Silky looked at Ying.

Neither of them let go first.

Paimon peeked out from behind Ying, looking at this and then at that.

"Xu Chuan, where did you run off to? Ying and I are very worried about you."

"Who knew you and this guy..."

“Paimon,” Xu Chuan interrupted her, “I’m sorry to have worried you.”

In the current situation, it's best to ease the tension between Ying and Silky.

Ying did not retract her sword.

Her gaze shifted from Skirk's face to Xu Chuan's: "Who is she?"

“Silkirk,” Xu Chuan introduced, “a friend I met in the Abyss of Layered Rocks.”

“These are Ying and Paimon; they are also my friends.”

"She came to me asking for a favor."

Xu Chuan continued, "Look at me, what bad things could I possibly do?"

He looked down at his body covered in bandages, then at his wheelchair.

Ying remained silent for a moment, then slowly sheathed her sword.

Skirk also lowered her hand.

The smell of gunpowder in the air had faded somewhat, but it hadn't completely dissipated.

Xu Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in his wheelchair, and looked at the two girls.

"Would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

Ying didn't move.

Skirk didn't move either.

Paimon looked at this one, then at that one, and whispered, "...Then I'll drink it."

Chapter 121 Xu Chuan's Envy

White Horse Travels Against the Tide

The atmosphere in one of the guest rooms was definitely not right.

Xu Chuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the two gradually calm down.

He suspected that if he had come out any later, those two might have actually drawn their swords.

"No need, I have other things to do."

Before leaving, Silky looked Ying up and down.

Then she turned and stepped into the crevice.

The spatial fluctuations subsided quickly, as if nothing had happened.

Paimon flew out from behind Luminous, scratched his head, and tried to ease the awkward atmosphere: "How does that guy appear and disappear in a flash?"

“That’s Skykirk’s ability,” Xu Chuan said, leaning back in his wheelchair. “It allows him to teleport by breaking through space.”

"It looks really impressive." Paimon nodded, his little face full of envy.

I wish I could have that ability too; it seems to require less effort than flying.

Ying kept a cold expression on her pretty face, her gaze fixed on Xu Chuan, but she showed no intention of speaking.

Xu Chuan coughed lightly and forced a conversation.

"By the way, how's the matter of you and Mr. Zhongli preparing the celestial ceremony going?"

"Besides worrying about someone who hasn't even left a message and is just running around aimlessly."

Ying snorted coldly, "It went quite smoothly."

Her tone was harsh.

On the one hand, he was angry that Xu Chuan had left without saying goodbye.

On the other hand, after meeting Silky, some indescribable emotions welled up inside her.

She herself didn't know what it was, but she just felt uncomfortable.

Xu Chuan decisively gave in.

"It's my fault." He raised his hands, his attitude unusually sincere. "I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye and made you worry."

He paused, then solemnly held up four fingers: "If there's a next time, then I'll be a puppy."

Looking at his serious expression, Ying suddenly pictured Xu Chuan barking like a puppy.

"Pfft!"

She couldn't help but laugh out loud.