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

"Paymon and I live here now, right across from you."

"I originally thought it would be easier to take care of you, but I didn't expect you to recover so quickly."

As the girl spoke, a barely perceptible hint of regret flashed across her face.

Night was falling.

The three chatted for a while longer, and Paimon started yawning, one yawn after another, until tears welled up in his eyes.

Ying stood up, said goodnight, and dragged the half-asleep Paimon upstairs.

Xu Chuan closed the door, leaned his back against the door panel, and let out a long breath.

"After a busy day, it's time to relax with a bath."

He fetched hot water, poured it into the bathtub, and tested the water temperature.

Steam filled the room, blurring the lights outside the window.

Xu Chuan took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub, feeling as if every pore of his body was opening up.

Just then, the air in the room suddenly changed.

The once stable space seemed to have been torn apart.

Xu Chuan focused his gaze, and a spatial rift quietly opened in the center of the room, from which a dim light seeped out, illuminating the dark room.

That familiar white figure stepped out from the crack.

Upon closer inspection, the person was indeed Skykirk.

Her long, pale purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her white dress gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light.

Her gaze shifted from the direction of the crack and met Xu Chuan's in the bathtub.

Eyes facing each other.

Steam was still rising, and water droplets slid off Xu Chuan's shoulder, hitting the water's surface with a soft sound.

Silky's expression didn't change, but her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she paused in place.

"...Um, good evening."

Xu Chuan greeted her.

Then, without any embarrassment, he sat down in the bathtub, and the hot water once again washed over his shoulders.

As a grown man, he was definitely not the one who would suffer if Silky looked him down.

On the bright side, the two of them have been "frank and honest with each other."

For some reason, he felt a strange sense of excitement.

The feeling was even stronger when she knew that Ying was in the room across the street.

Skirk remained silent.

She stood there, her gaze shifting from Xu Chuan to the orchid on the windowsill, then to the teapot on the table, but she wouldn't look at him again.

There was no obvious change in expression on that icy face, but the color of the tips of his ears was different from before.

Chapter 132 Loyalty

When a man and a woman are alone in a room, the slightly ambiguous atmosphere can indeed make one feel a little awkward.

Xu Chuan leaned against the barrel wall, trying to ease the girl's embarrassment.

Silky was taken aback, her cold, pretty face showing surprise. Even though she had restrained herself with reason for so many years, she couldn't help but break down.

He noticed the girl's somewhat evasive gaze and her slightly reddened ears.

Xu Chuan instantly understood.

He initially thought it was Skykirk wanting an eye for an eye.

He wanted to get revenge for being accidentally seen naked last time.

It's a pity, it really was just a coincidence.

With a hint of regret in his heart, Xu Chuan asked curiously.

"Is there something you need that you came to see me so late?"

After a moment of silence, Skirk finally spoke.

You left these things with me.

With a wave of his right hand, several streams of light surged from the spatial rift and slowly took shape in the room.

A soul entity, a fist-sized piece of dark purple flesh, and a millstone-sized mechanical core.

The flesh and blood of the Star-Devouring Whale resembled a compressed piece of dark purple amber, with faintly visible pulsating patterns on its surface.

On the core of the first tiller, the rusted patterns were particularly clear in the dim light.

Perhaps because of his experience with that dark dream, Xu Chuan had a different feeling when he saw the core of the first tiller machine again.

Upon seeing the soul form, Xu Chuan's attention was completely drawn to it.

He was currently suspended in the center of the room.

His figure was much clearer than before, and at a glance, he no longer appeared dazed and confused.

The eyes regained their senses and were looking around.

At that time, he was busy resolving the conflict between Ying and Silky, and coupled with his own poor condition, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

For a moment, I completely forgot about these spoils of war.

Fortunately, Skirk was someone I could only entrust with this task.

"This guy's soul has recovered." Xu Chuan was somewhat surprised.

The other party bowed slightly to Xu Chuan and said, "Skovnug greets Your Excellency."

When Sikh looked at Xu Chuan, his gaze was somewhat unfocused.

"I only just found out that this guy is my master's friend."

"When he attacked you, he lost his mind and was simply driven by his primal instincts."

Hearing this, Xu Chuan already had some guesses in his mind.

"So, you want me to break free from the control over his soul?"

His gaze fell on Skvornugg.

Xu Chuan couldn't help but wonder if this guy was trying to use his relationship with Silky to break free from the shackles of Spirit Control.

"Mr. Xu Chuan, the truth is quite the opposite."

Skvornugg spoke, his voice carrying the hollow quality characteristic of a spirit, yet every word was clear.

"I hope you will continue to maintain this relationship with me."

Xu Chuan couldn't help but become interested.

Being forcibly controlled by someone else's soul is something no one would be happy about.

Control means losing freedom, having no control over one's own life and death, and turning from a person into a tool.

This guy, on the other hand, actively asked to be controlled.

This was also the first time Xu Chuan had encountered this.

At the opportune moment, Skykirk spoke up: "He acknowledges your strength and wants to follow you."

"Follow me?" Xu Chuan was puzzled.

Putting aside the limitation of summoning spirits and commanding generals, logically and emotionally, the other party should be more inclined towards Skykirk.

Skirk was Surtroch's apprentice, so their relationship was naturally closer.

Besides, wouldn't following his idol's apprentice give him a better chance of meeting that guy, Extreme Evil Knight?

In response to Xu Chuan's doubts, Skvornugg's soul floated slightly in the dim light, a hint of reminiscence appearing in his eyes.

"I have spent my whole life chasing after that man."

"I have done everything I could for this, but even in this state, I am still too far away from him."

Upon hearing this, Xu Chuan's lips twitched involuntarily.

So it turns out that not only Nata, but also Kanria is a breeding ground for legendary male characters.

Skvornugg paused, then looked at Xu Chuan and spoke slowly.

“I see potential in you that rivals that guy’s.”

"With you, I might be able to witness that battle in my lifetime."

However, there were some things he didn't say directly.

In the abyss, his soul was recovering, and he was not completely unaware of the outside world.

Surtroch's apprentice far surpasses him in both strength and potential.

This young man, who could control his own soul, was even more terrifying; he seemed unfathomable.

But these are only secondary.

What truly made him decide was witnessing the interaction between Xu Chuan and Si Keke, which inadvertently touched him.

Having been through it all, Skvornugg was all too familiar with the budding feelings between these two young people.

In his view, a major battle between Xu Chuan and Surtroch was inevitable.

Only in that way can one perhaps reach that realm that is so far away from oneself.

Xu Chuan leaned against the tub, the hot water reaching his chest, the steam blurring Skvornugg's outline.

He looked at the soul floating in mid-air and readily agreed.

“Okay,” Xu Chuan said.

What's there to hesitate about?

A powerful soul has offered itself up to you; why not take it?

Moreover, the binding force of the spirit-binding and spirit-sending technique is still in effect.

Even if this guy has other ideas, he can't cause any major upheaval.

Skvornugg's soul sank slightly, as if in a bow.

“The matter is resolved, and I should be going.” Skirk turned around, her dress tracing a cold arc in the dim light.

"Wait a minute," Xu Chuan called out to her.

Skirk didn't turn around, but she stopped walking.

"If you come again next time, remember to give them some warning."

Skirk remained silent for a moment, seemingly acknowledging that he would come looking for him again.

"understood."

She hurried along, fleeing into the spatial rift, where a dim light swallowed her figure.

Once the crack closed, the room returned to normal.

The lights outside the window were still on, steam was still rising, and the faint creaking of the bed as Paimon turned over could be heard from the room across the way.

Skvornugg's spirit still hovered in the center of the room, quietly awaiting orders.

Watching the amusing interaction between the two children made him feel much younger.

Xu Chuan stood up from the bathtub, water droplets rolling off his shoulders and hitting the floor with a soft sound.

He grabbed a towel to dry himself and changed into clean clothes.

The golden light held aloft the flesh and blood of the Star-Devouring Whale and the core of the tractor, its dark purple glow flickering in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Chuan took out the black spatial ring.

Along with Skvornugg's soul, he was also stored in the spatial ring.