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

The ripples at the entrance to the grotto closed behind him, like a door gently shutting.

In the guest rooms of Baiju Inn, the morning light streams in through the windows, dispelling the remaining darkness in the room.

"Unexpectedly, it was dawn in the blink of an eye."

Xu Chuan stood by the window, watching the port gradually regain its vitality.

Even though he hadn't slept all night, he was still full of energy.

The Golden Light Mantra circulated for dozens of cycles, each cycle tempering his muscles, bones, and soul.

"It feels like cultivating immortality."

He looked down at his hands, and the immense power they contained made him exclaim, "The more I practice, the more energetic I feel; I feel like I don't even need sleep."

In the world of Under One Person, this is called risking one's life for one's nature.

Use the power of the physical body to nourish the soul.

The Golden Light Mantra is a method of cultivating both body and mind, tempering the soul and the physical body simultaneously and progressing in tandem.

I believe it won't be long before he can achieve a balance between his physical and spiritual realms.

"Given the rules of the Teyvat world, it's possible that I might actually be able to cultivate immortality."

Upon realizing this, Xu Chuan's lips curled up slightly.

It's not about talking about some vague and unrealistic thing like becoming an immortal.

With his current level of cultivation, his lifespan might break the limits of human life, allowing him to catch up with the Liyue Immortal.

As lifespans increase, you'll have enough time to do what you want to do.

Xu Chuan pushed open the window and jumped.

A golden light flashed beneath his feet, and he landed lightly in the courtyard of the inn. His shoes crunched over the fallen leaves on the bluestone slabs with a crisp sound.

As the morning light shone through, Xu Chuan strolled around the port in high spirits when he returned to Baiju Inn.

The boss saw him come in from outside, paused for a moment, and his gaze lingered on him for a moment.

His eyes seemed to say, "When did you leave, sir?"

Xu Chuan nodded to him, then turned and went upstairs.

"Knock knock." He knocked on Ying's door.

"Who is it!" Paimon's voice came from behind the door, carrying the grumpiness of someone who had just been woken up.

"Disturbing my peaceful sleep so early in the morning..."

Xu Chuan didn't reply, but just shook the bag of steaming hot breakfast in his hand.

Then, in a tempting tone, he said, "If you don't get up soon, I won't save your breakfast."

"and many more--!"

Paimon's voice instantly became much more clear-headed.

A series of clattering sounds came from behind the door, like someone frantically getting dressed.

"Right away, I'll be done in a minute!"

Xu Chuan leaned against the door frame, listening to the sounds inside, a smile curving his lips.

Soon, the door opened.

Paimon stood at the door, his eyes fixed on the bag of buns in his hand.

"Looks like leaving you some food last night was the right choice."

He peered over Paimon's shoulder into the room.

Ying was sitting on the edge of the bed, flustered by Paimon's earlier commotion.

She had only put her skirt on halfway, and the belt at her waist was still loose.

Seeing his gaze, she quickened her pace, frantically tying the straps.

However, Ying did not reveal much of her beautiful scenery.

She only managed to pull the skirt up to her waist, frantically trying to lift it up.

The hem of her white shirt wasn't tucked in yet, revealing a slender waist and a large expanse of fair skin below her collarbone.

Her movements froze for a moment, and a blush quickly spread across her face, revealing the panic and embarrassment of being caught in the act.

Unlike her usual aloof and unapproachable demeanor, Ying now exuded an unadorned, instinctive shyness.

The contrast is simply overwhelming.

Xu Chuan's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

There was no offensive scrutiny, just pure appreciation of beautiful things.

Yes, it's just for appreciation.

Ying looked up and met his gaze.

Her face immediately turned red.

That pale pink hue covered the girl's fair skin.

“Paimon!” she cried, her voice tinged with embarrassment and annoyance.

Paimon was tiptoeing to grab a bun when he was startled by the shout.

With half a steamed bun in his mouth, he turned his head with an innocent look on his face.

"Um... um, what's wrong?"

She chewed on her bun and mumbled, "I haven't touched yours yet, it's all in the bag."

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Xu Chuan handed the bag of steamed buns to Paimeng and gave her a thumbs up.

His movements were small, only visible to Paimon.

Paimon paused for a moment, then chuckled, winking at him with his mouth full of steamed buns.

Their partnership was seamless.

Ying didn't see this.

She was adjusting her collar with her head down, her ears as red as if they were about to bleed.

Xu Chuan withdrew his gaze, stepped into the room, and sat down on the chair by the window.

The morning light fell on his shoulders, warm and comforting.

"Eat quickly," he said. "We have important business to attend to today."

"What is it?"

Paimon, with a bun in his mouth, asked indistinctly.

"Now that I'm a guest elder of the Rebirth Hall, it's natural for me to work there."

"Besides, Ying also has things to do, unlike Paimon who is so leisurely."

"Paimon is Ying's best guide, he's not just some idle person."

Paimon waved his little hand in dissatisfaction.

Just as Xu Chuan was about to tease Paimon again, a sound of footsteps approached from afar and finally stopped in front of his door.

"Excuse me for bothering you, but is Mr. Xu Chuan in?"

Chapter 135 Ancestral Artifacts

"It's Miss Ye Lan from the General Affairs Department."

Upon hearing that familiar voice outside the door, Ying blurted out.

"Night Orchid?" Xu Chuan raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Ying nodded. “When I promised Ningguang I would gather information about the Fatui, she was the one who secretly cooperated with me.”

Xu Chuan was somewhat puzzled.

What does Yelan want from me?

During his time in Liyue Harbor, he apparently hadn't met the other party yet.

Could it be that Ningguang needs to speak with him?

Xu Chuan walked to the door with a belly full of questions and opened it.

A mature woman with short blue hair, wearing a snow-white shawl and the iconic dice pendant around her neck.

Apart from the change in clothing, Ye Lan's appearance was no different from what he remembered.

"What brings Miss Yelan to me?" Xu Chuan asked.

Ye Lan turned around following the sound, her gaze first landing on Xu Chuan's face.

Then he looked over his shoulder and glanced around the room.

Ying sat at the table, with Paimeng on her shoulder.

There were two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, as well as half a plate of unfinished snacks.

They booked two rooms but only stayed in one?

Ye Lan's lips twitched slightly.

As a veteran intelligence officer, she imagined several possibilities, but ultimately suppressed them all.

His facial expression returned to normal, as if he hadn't noticed anything at all.

"It seems Miss Ying has already introduced me to you."

She spoke with a faint smile, her tone languid.

"I've come to bother you today because I have some personal matters that I'd like Mr. Xu Chuan to help me with."

"Then come in and talk." Xu Chuan stepped back, making way for the doorway.

Ye Lan entered the room and sat down opposite Ying.

After taking her seat, she didn't engage in much small talk and went straight to the point.

"I learned from Gan Yu that Mr. Xu Chuan possesses a magical artifact."

She looked at Xu Chuan with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"According to her description, it is extremely similar to the magical artifact that my ancestors lost."

Five hundred years ago, our ancestor carried the Taiwei Instrument Plate to the battlefield of the Layered Rock Abyss, and his whereabouts have been unknown ever since.

Paimon blinked, then blurted out, "You want to retrieve our ancestor's magical artifact from Xu Chuan?"

"Yes and no, I wonder if I could take a look at that magical artifact?"

Ye Lan's gaze remained fixed on Xu Chuan.

"If Miss Yelan came here with this in mind, then I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."

Xu Chuan raised his right hand.

Golden light overflowed from his palm, intertwining and coalescing in the air.

The illusory image of the Taiwei Instrument Plate went from nothing to something, from blurry to clear, from illusory to solid.

The runes flowed across the surface of the disc, radiating a warm glow.

“This is just a projection,” Xu Chuan said, “not the actual Taiwei Instrument Panel.”

Ye Lan stared at the projection and remained silent for a moment.

She saw every line and structure clearly, and they were exactly the same as the Taiwei Yipan recorded in her family.

But this is not a real object; rather, it is a mirror image precisely replicated by some force.

Her eyes dimmed for a moment, but she quickly returned to normal.