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

Whether the woman believed in this identity or not was unimportant, but Xu Chuan was certain of one thing: she would definitely come to keep the appointment.

Because regardless of whether it's true or false, she won't let go of any opportunity to come into contact with the Wind God.

This can be considered a woman's obsession.

Somewhere in the ruins of Fenglong, Xu Chuan stood on a collapsed platform, surveying his surroundings.

Collapsed stone pillars, weathered city walls, and dried-up moat—this was once the old capital of Mondstadt, the territory of the Lone King of the Tower.

Thousands of years of wind and sand have worn everything down to ruins, with only the sound of the wind still telling a story.

The appointed time is approaching, and we are waiting.

Xu Chuan couldn't help but carefully observe his surroundings.

Is that prince of the abyss secretly watching me from the shadows again?

To this day, he has not yet experienced that feeling of being constantly on edge.

But who knows if Sora was watching him in a more covert way?

I should be more cautious.

Before leaving Mondstadt, Xu Chuan learned from Amber that Ying and Paimon had already gone to Liyue in order to make it to this year's Ascension Ceremony.

Ying also left him a message: if Xu Chuan can't catch up, she will ask the Rock God on his behalf.

Xu Chuan was not surprised by this.

Before finally seeing her brother in person, Ying had no interest in traveling in Teyvat.

After the siblings met, she traveled through seven countries mainly to wait for Kong and try to understand why he had become like this.

After all, the Gemini's journey through the cosmos is not something ordinary people can do.

Their long lives gave them ample time to do so.

Oh, this damn theory of lifespan is still chasing me.

Forgetting those tragedies from his mind, Xu Chuan couldn't help but mentally complain about Kong's sister complex.

"Your sister has already left Mondstadt, so she shouldn't still be secretly watching me, right?"

I'm not some blond guy, why am I being so wary of him?

Besides, Ying's situation is the most important thing. Isn't it better to follow my sister than to wait for him in Mondstadt?

As he was thinking, a familiar voice came from not far away.

The woman emerged from the shadows of the ruins, her high heels clicking crisply on the rubble.

Her expression was as cold as a lake in winter, her gaze sweeping over Xu Chuan with scrutiny and sarcasm.

The woman stood there, her gaze sweeping over Xu Chuan and across the surrounding ruins.

Where is Barbatos?

"Or is it that you were the one directing and acting the whole thing from beginning to end?"

Xu Chuan did not answer immediately. A blue light shone in the ruins, like a lamp that had been lit.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, ready to fight at any moment.

"Do you really think the Wind God is so weak that he can be slaughtered at will?"

As he spoke, Xu Chuan took a step forward.

"He's just too lazy to bother with you guys."

“But I’m different. I don’t mind spending some time dealing with you.”

Xu Chuan used the power activated by the Heart of God.

He doesn't need to communicate with the wind or understand its language; he only needs to subdue it and make it obey.

The storm swirling around her was unlike Wendy's gentle breeze.

More like the violent winds of the time of the Lone King in the Tower, strong enough to tear everything apart.

Above the ruins, the clouds churned.

An endless gale swept in from all directions of the ruins, and the sky seemed to darken.

In contrast to this immense power of nature, the woman's figure appears so small.

At this moment, the Wind Dragon Ruins welcomed a new king, as if the fallen demon god had returned to the world.

"How ridiculous, Rosalyn."

"The eighth seat of the Fools' Group's executive officer is so incompetent that he's being completely fooled by others."

"What's even more ridiculous is that you went through all that trouble and still couldn't even see the Wind God."

A figure wearing a straw hat suddenly appeared not far away. He stood on a broken stone pillar, his words full of sarcasm towards the woman.

"Shut up and take down this guy; we'll find the Wind God naturally."

Chapter Sixty-Four: Scattered Soldiers Take Action

Xu Chuan's gaze swept over the woman and landed on the figure.

The sixth seat of the Fools' Executive Officers, a straggler.

This guy's appearance was indeed beyond his expectations.

It seems the lady is under considerable pressure, to the point where she needs to call for help.

"You left Mondstadt just to go and get reinforcements?"

Xu Chuan's tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

"The eighth seat and the sixth seat executive officer of the Fools have both come out together. You think highly of me, huh?"

His expression remained calm, but he was already on high alert.

Even if the puppets made with the purpose of carrying the heart of Thor have not reached the peak combat power in the Sumeru storyline, the strength of the scattered soldiers should not be underestimated.

"Don't misunderstand." The soldier's voice drifted down from above, like a whisper in the wind.

"I have come for the Wind God. I will not interfere in your grudges."

“Scaramucci, what are you saying?” The woman’s voice was as cold as ice.

What, didn't you hear me?

"I won't repeat myself."

The soldier tilted his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips, ignoring the woman's murderous glare.

Xu Chuan looked at the woman with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

His eyes seemed to say: What a pathetic fellow, he can't even rely on his own helpers.

"It seems your helper isn't very reliable."

"Shut up!" The woman's anger was completely ignited. "Even without that guy, I can still defeat you!"

A chill erupted from the ruins.

Frost spread from her feet, like a white snake, rapidly spreading along the ground.

Water vapor in the air condenses into fine ice crystals, which shimmer with a cold light in the sunlight.

In a daze, it felt like I was back in the Longji Snow Mountain, where the air was filled with that biting cold.

But Xu Chuan is no longer the person who fled in a sorry state in the snowy mountains.

He seized the moment when the woman was enraged, gripped the Corruption Sword, and unleashed several wind blades in succession.

The cyan sword energy tore through the air, heading straight for the lady with a sharp whistling sound.

The woman waved her arm, and an ice wall condensed in front of her. The wind blades struck it, and ice shards flew out continuously.

After the probing ended, Xu Chuan no longer held back.

The power of the Wind God's Heart surged into his body from his palms, like a flood bursting its banks.

A thousand winds roared around him, no longer gentle whispers, but carrying an aura of destruction.

His hair was blown by the wind, his clothes fluttered, and the pebbles under his feet were swirled up by the air currents.

The woman felt the pressure from that force, and her expression changed slightly.

She crossed her arms in front of her, and ice and fire surged around her simultaneously. The power bestowed upon her by the Ice Queen was fully released at this moment.

That was her true trump card: the dual control of ice and fire, perfectly fusing two opposing forces to unleash power far exceeding that of a single element.

Two forces collided.

Wind and ice and fire exploded in the ruins, the shockwave snapped the surrounding stone pillars in half, and rubble flew like rain.

The ground was cracked, and the cracks extended in all directions, like a giant spider web.

Xu Chuan walked on air, his Corruption Sword carrying a violent gale, each strike possessing the power to destroy cities and shake mountains.

His speed was incredible; he weaved through the ruins, leaving behind trails of blue afterimages.

The lady's ice wall shattered at the touch of the sword, and the flames flickered in the gale, making it impossible for her to get close.

She gritted her teeth and tried her best to maintain her defense, but each collision forced her to take a step back.

Xu Chuan's sword moved faster and faster, the wind grew stronger and stronger, and the oppressive feeling was like a mountain pressing down on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

The ruins became even more dilapidated during their battle.

Two figures, one in green and one in red, fought. The aftershocks of the battle caused the surrounding buildings, weathered by time, to finally collapse with a deafening roar, raising clouds of dust.

The territory that once belonged to the Lone King of the Tower truly came to an end at this moment.

Xu Chuan slashed down again, and the woman barely managed to block it. She was sent flying and crashed heavily into the ruins.

Gravel rolled down from above and hit her.

She struggled to stand up, but found that she could no longer use her arms.

Blood flowed from his forehead, staining half his face red. More and more wounds appeared on his body, and the power of ice and fire began to become unstable, like a lamp that was about to go out.

Fighting with unrestrained freedom gave Xu Chuan a feeling of exhilaration.

The wind elemental power surged within him, and the feeling of controlling that power gradually immersed him in it.

Compared to when he was at Star-Picking Cliff, he felt that he had become much stronger, and his body's ability to withstand this power was still improving.

Those burdens that once caused him excruciating pain have now become nothing more than a vague discomfort.

He even felt that he could keep fighting like this forever.

This was a real hardship for the lady.

Even after using her trump cards, she could only barely hold on and was no match for Xu Chuan.

Every counterattack she made was easily thwarted, and every defense she laid was brutally torn apart.

Xu Chuan's fierce wind was like a wild beast that had been freed from its chains. With each impact, she was forced to take a step back, and her injuries became more and more serious. Blood gushed from her wounds, staining her clothes red.

She knew in her heart that if things continued like this, she would most likely die here.

The stragglers who had been observing from the sidelines finally made their move at this moment.

He jumped down from the stone pillar to shield the woman from a fatal blow.

Looking at the disheveled woman, he then glanced at Xu Chuan.

From the start of the battle until now, this stranger has proven to be exceptionally powerful. While not as strong as the monsters among the Fatui, he is still a rare and formidable individual.

Unfortunately, we couldn't force him to reveal his trump card.

That lady really found him a great job.

The soldier didn't like the woman, but he couldn't just watch her get killed by Xu Chuan.

It wasn't out of camaraderie; it was simply because the eighth seat had died here, and the report he would have to write upon returning would be too troublesome.

“Scaramridge,” the woman gasped, her voice hoarse, “you’re too late.”

"What, not satisfied?"