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

This guy has probably paid a much higher price than what is visible on the surface.

"Xu Chuan!" Paimon waved at him from the air, "It's all over, come down now!"

Xu Chuan didn't move, as if he hadn't noticed anything, and just stared intently in a certain direction.

There was nothing there.

But he just stared at it, without moving an inch.

"Xu Chuan?" Paimon called out again, a hint of unease in his voice.

He still didn't answer.

Yura's heart sank.

"I'll go take a look." Yura turned to leave.

Then, she saw Xu Chuan move.

The wind elements beneath his feet coalesced for a moment, carrying him slowly back down to the top of the cliff.

When he landed, his steps were a little unsteady and his body swayed.

Yura had already walked to his side and reached out to support his arm.

"It's nothing," Xu Chuan said, his voice a little hoarse.

Yura did not let go, her gaze sweeping over the wounds on his body.

The edges of those wounds had begun to heal. His self-healing ability had always been good, but this time it was obviously much slower than before.

"What were you looking at just now?" she asked.

Xu Chuan remained silent for a moment.

“There’s someone there,” he said.

"Who?"

Xu Chuan shook his head and did not answer.

He sensed it when Dvalin fell, and all attention was focused on the dragon.

A gaze fell upon him from somewhere.

There was no hostility; it was more like they were scrutinizing something.

Then that gaze vanished, as if it had never existed.

Xu Chuan already had someone he suspected, but he wasn't sure for the moment.

“Let’s go,” Xu Chuan said, his voice regaining some strength. “Let’s go see Dvalin.”

On the beach, the cleanup is in its final stages.

Dvarin lay quietly in the tide, the dark red patterns completely gone.

The wings regained their original deep blue color, gleaming softly in the sunlight.

Its eyes were closed, and its breathing was steady, as if it were asleep.

Ying jumped off its back, her face tired but her eyes bright; the abyssal power had no effect on her.

"It has been completely purified."

Wendy lifted her fingers from the strings, and the music slowly faded away.

He looked at Tvalin for a long time.

His eyes held a mixture of relief, a touch of guilt, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Xu Chuan stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the gradually calming sea.

The wind blew from afar, carrying a salty, damp scent, and dried the bloodstains on his body.

Chapter 41 A Person Suspected to be the Wind God

Star-Picking Cliff, beach.

The seawater gently lapped against the beach, making a soft rustling sound.

The air still carried the echoes of battle; the wind was blowing faster than usual, and the waves were higher than usual, but everything was slowly calming down.

Dvarin lay quietly in the tide.

Its eyes were closed, and its breathing was steady, like a child who had been sleeping for a long time and had finally found a corner where it could sleep peacefully.

Having escaped the abyss's corrosive influence, it was no longer tormented by pain and drifted off to sleep after a long time.

The crowd gathered around it, but no one spoke.

The Dragon Disaster incident has finally come to a successful conclusion.

Qin's tense nerves relaxed, and her shoulders slumped slightly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

She looked at the sleeping dragon, then at her companions beside her, and a feeling of indescribable emotion welled up inside her.

Although another Abyss Order has emerged, secretly coveting Mondstadt, that's a problem for later.

At least today, the acting leader can finally get some rest.

"Thanks to you both this time." Jean turned to Xu Chuan and Ying, her tone sincere, "My two friends who came from afar, Mond will always remember your contributions."

She looked at Xu Chuan's disheveled appearance; his clothes were torn in several places, and his exposed skin was covered in wounds, some of which were still bleeding.

If it weren't for Xu Chuan, Tvalin wouldn't have been subdued so quickly, and the battle on Star-Picking Cliff wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

Xu Chuan and Ying accepted the gratitude readily, as their efforts deserved the praise.

Yura didn't have many formalities.

She pulled Xu Chuan aside, took out bandages and medicine from her backpack, and began to treat the wounds.

"Hiss—be gentle."

Xu Chuan grimaced and cried out in pain.

Yura couldn't help but laugh, but her movements became much gentler.

"I thought you weren't afraid of pain," she said, her tone slightly teasing.

"Who said I'm not afraid of pain?" Xu Chuan said confidently. "I'm not made of iron."

Ying and Paimon also came over to help.

Paimon handed over the medicine, Ying cut the bandages, and the three of them hurriedly wrapped Xu Chuan up tightly.

When they stopped, Xu Chuan looked like a mummy carried off the battlefield, his whole body wrapped in bandages, with only his eyes and mouth showing.

That sight made the three of them burst into laughter.

“You look much cuter now than before,” Paimon clapped his hands, looking smug.

“Indeed.” Yura nodded, her face full of schadenfreude.

Ying nodded, the curve of her lips betraying her feelings at that moment.

Xu Chuan was speechless.

cute?

Is that a word that can be used to describe myself?

Besides, what part of me is even remotely related to this?

He opened his mouth to refute, but seeing the three of them laughing together, he swallowed his words.

Oh well, cute is cute.

On the other side, the atmosphere wasn't so relaxed.

Wendy stood at the edge of the crowd, holding the Sky Harp in her arms, with her signature smile on her face.

But the way people looked at him was somewhat complicated.

Aberdo, however, didn't react much.

He had known Wendy's identity for a long time and had accepted the fact that the Wind God was just that kind of guy, so there was nothing strange about it.

But others are different.

Jean, Diluc, and Yola grew up listening to stories of the Wind God.

How Barbatos led the Mondstadt people to overthrow the rule of the Lone King of the Tower and became the eternal protector of this land.

In their imagination, the wind god should be majestic and sublime.

Instead of...

“As you can see.” Wendy shrugged, her tone as casual as if she were just talking about how nice the weather was today.

"After a long slumber, I am perhaps the weakest of the seven gods."

"Don't you feel that this is completely unbecoming of someone of divine status?"

Diluc fell silent, recalling the various performance art pieces this "Aeolus" had done in his tavern.

He took a deep breath and banished those images from his mind.

Qin's voice remained respectful, but there was something indescribable in her eyes: "The people of Mondstadt will always be grateful for everything you have done for them."

Wendy smiled but didn't reply.

Xu Chuan, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Are you the weakest of the Seven Gods?

If anyone actually believed that, they probably wouldn't even know how they died.

Wait, it seems some people actually believe it.

He glanced in the direction of Mondstadt and silently lit a candle for someone in his heart.

Goethe Hotel, penthouse suite.

The woman sat on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine, with several intelligence reports spread out on the table in front of her.

The sorcerer Lei Ying stood to the side, bowing her head respectfully.

"According to the latest intelligence, the Wind Demon Dragon appeared at Star-Picking Cliff and was defeated by a single person. It is initially suspected that it was the Wind God who appeared."

The lady didn't speak immediately, but gently swirled the wine in her glass, watching the crimson liquid form a beautiful arc on the glass.

"anything else?"

"After the acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius left the city, Cavalry Captain Kaia, on behalf of the Knights, has been inviting the lady to attend events."

"Ha, what a boring trick."

The Knights of Favonius used this underhanded tactic simply to restrict the actions of the Fools, especially to limit their own activities as the executor to the public eye.

Despite what the woman said, she was far from calm inside.

A person who is suspected to be the god of wind also possesses the strength to overpower the wind demon dragon.

Regardless of whether the opponent is the Wind God or not, they are a huge obstacle.

"All other operations are suspended; we must focus all our efforts on tracking down that guy who is suspected to be the Wind God."

"Yes, madam." The sorcerer Lei Ying had only taken a few steps when she received another order from the lady.

"Also, put pressure on the Lawrence family to take action; Mondstadt is too quiet right now."

The dragon calamity unleashed by the Stormterror has gradually subsided, but this does not mean the trouble is over.

A Mondstadt that has returned to normal is not what the Fools want to see.

……

On the Star-Picking Cliff, everyone had already begun packing up to prepare for their return journey.

Xu Chuan was wrapped up like a mummy, making it very difficult for him to move around.

So, he was carried away by Yura and Ying, one on each side.

“I can walk by myself,” Xu Chuan protested.