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

"Mr. Zhongli has keen insight," Xu Chuan said with a smile.

"After hearing about this kind of magical artifact from Yan Fei, I wanted to get one for myself."

“If one is traveling in Teyvat, having the Dust Song Pot would indeed be much more convenient.” Zhongli nodded in agreement.

"What is a Chenge Pot?" Paimon tilted his head, blinking his eyes. "A teapot for boiling water?"

Zhongli glanced at her: "Generally speaking, it would be more appropriate to call it a 'grotto-heaven'."

"Using the form of an object to contain a secluded space, its specific name is not important."

Ying quickly understood.

Portable space, a home you can take anywhere.

This is really helpful for travelers like them who are always on the go.

Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Xu Chuan is a shrewd fellow.

He hadn't done anything, yet a few words were enough to make the Fools' Executors scramble to collect materials for him.

The young master probably doesn't even know what the "Sparkling Gold Mud" and "Emerald Jade Rock" look like, yet he readily agreed to them.

“However,” Xu Chuan’s voice pulled her back to reality, “the reason I invited Mr. Zhongli to Bubulu was not for the sake of Chenge Pot.”

Everyone's gaze followed Xu Chuan and landed on the cannon.

"I destroyed a secret realm in the Abyss of Layered Rocks."

"But before I could destroy it, I unexpectedly obtained a remnant soul."

He paused, his golden eyes shining slightly.

“I am currently severely injured and have no strength left to deal with this remnant soul.” He looked at Zhongli, “so I would like to ask Mr. Zhongli for help.”

Ying stepped back, making room.

Paimon also flew up from the bedside table, hovering in mid-air, looking down curiously.

Xu Chuan urged the spirits to be bound and the generals to be dispatched.

A blurry soul slowly floated out from the cannon's chest cavity.

The figure was burly, with four arms, and his body was shrouded in persistent mist.

The face was not very clear, but the fierce aura imprinted deep in one's soul pressed down on one like a tangible force.

Paimon hid behind Ying, only showing half of his head.

When Zhongli saw the remnant soul of his deceased friend, a rare expression beyond calm appeared on his usually indifferent face.

There's a touch of nostalgia, but mostly regret.

Over these thousands of years, countless partings have been witnessed.

Even though he was as steadfast as a rock, he couldn't help but be moved.

The remnant soul of Fushe floated in mid-air, its four arms hanging down, like a sleeping statue.

But the oppressive aura emanating from that slumber was enough to make ordinary people's legs go weak.

The next moment, Zhongli moved.

He simply took one step forward and stood before the remnant soul of the Floating Abode.

Then, that fierce aura seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

It vanished instantly, completely gone.

Paimon peeked out from behind Ying and looked around: "Disappeared...disappeared?"

"No, it's more like it's being suppressed by some force."

Ying shook her head; she felt it more acutely than Paimon.

But for a moment, she couldn't figure out what had happened.

Xu Chuan looked at Zhong Li's back and thought to himself, "As expected of the Rock King Emperor."

On the surface, he used the Heart of the Geo Archon to make a deal with the Winter Queen, but behind the scenes, who knows how much power this guy is hiding.

Zhongli raised his right hand.

A soft glow suddenly emanated from the thumb ring on his thumb.

Space was slightly distorted, like ripples spreading across the surface of water.

The remnant soul of Fushe was enveloped by the halo, slowly drifting towards the ring, and finally turning into a point of light that disappeared into it.

Good heavens, a spatial ring!

Xu Chuan sat up. If he didn't know that he had transmigrated to Teyvat, he would have thought that he had run into some kind of cultivation world.

The Dust Song Pot is a grotto-heaven, and so is this thumb ring.

As expected, I still prefer the spatial ring.

Zhongli turned around, her expression softening slightly, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

Even a wisp of a remnant soul is enough to stir the heart of this god.

"Fushe is a Liyue immortal. It is truly beyond my expectations that he has been trapped in the secret realm for hundreds of years with his obsession undiminished."

"You're welcome. I guess it's just a casual gesture; I guess it's fate that brought us together."

Xu Chuan waved his hand, speaking casually.

“I have a past relationship with Fushe. I am very grateful to see him again, my friend.”

That night, Zhong Li also went to the Layered Rock Abyss, fully aware of the dangers Xu Chuan had experienced.

Therefore, he offered to help Xu Chuan refine the Dust Song Pot.

"I will handle the matter of refining the grotto-heaven."

Xu Chuan blinked.

Zhongli took the job on her own initiative?

He originally planned to integrate the remnant soul of Fushe into the puppet's body so that he could control it more easily.

A puppet powered by the remnant soul of a Yaksha would be far more powerful than the current cannons.

But after careful consideration, Xu Chuan gave up on the idea.

Fushe is one of the Liyue Ascetics, and should rightfully be handed over to the Liyue Ascetics to handle.

In his eyes, Zhongli was the most suitable.

With the Rock King Emperor personally taking action, it's something that ordinary immortals can't compare to.

In hindsight, that decision was the right one.

Although Zhongli didn't say it, he remembered this favor.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Zhongli." Xu Chuan accepted the offer without hesitation.

"As for the shape of the Dust Song Pot, I prefer the ring shape like Mr. Zhongli's."

The two of them talked back and forth, carefully finalizing every aspect of creating the ring-shaped grotto.

Even Ying and Paimon joined in, offering their suggestions.

"Hmm." Zhongli nodded. "I've got it."

Before leaving, Zhongli solemnly said to Xu Chuan.

"If you encounter any inconvenience in Liyue, you can come and find me."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Chapter 111 A Special Gift

As Xu Chuan saw Zhong Li off, he watched that composed figure walk to the door.

Suddenly, a figure flashed through his mind; that guy also often ate and slept outdoors.

I think this gift would be very suitable for her.

"Mr. Zhongli, please wait a moment."

Zhongli stopped and turned to look at him, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"A spatial ring." Xu Chuan carefully considered his words. "Could you make me an extra one?"

"It's alright, with the young master providing the funds, there's no need to worry."

Xu Chuan's lips curled up slightly.

The old man spoke with such confidence that it seemed he already regarded the young master as a walking wallet.

However, it wasn't Mora that was essentially ripping off the young master; it was an asset of the Northern Bank.

"Then thank you very much, Mr. Zhongli."

Zhong Li nodded, pushed open the door, and left.

……

Inside a tastefully decorated office at the Northern Bank.

The young master sat in a large leather chair, holding a cup of medicinal tea, a specialty of Liyue.

He took a sip, put down his cup, and cheerfully opened the ledger on the table.

I made a trip to Liuliting today and got in touch with the Hall of Rebirth.

Although Mora spent a lot of money, fortunately the matter was accomplished.

He was one step closer to the Heart of the Geo Archon.

He smiled slightly, picked up his teacup, and took another sip.

Suddenly, a strange chill ran up my spine.

The young master put down his cup and suddenly turned to look at the empty wall behind him; there was nothing there.

He glanced out the window again; outside were the bustling streets of Liyue Harbor, people coming and going, everything seemed normal.

"That's strange..." He frowned, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "Who on earth is talking about me?"

The feeling of malice came and went quickly, like a cold wind passing through the hall.

The young master shook his head and picked up his teacup again.

It's probably just my imagination.

……

In the ward of Bubulu.

The afternoon sun streamed in through the window, casting a layer of shimmering gold on the floor.

Ying sat on the edge of the bed, holding an apple in her hand, the blade of the knife slowly rotating along the peel.

The peel forms a long strip, hanging down in mid-air without breaking.

Paimon hung to the side, his eyes fixed on the apple, a hint of moisture glistening at the corner of his mouth.

Xu Chuan leaned against the pillow, watching Ying peel the apple.

The girl's fingers were long and slender, and her movements were unhurried and slow. The blade cut smoothly along the fruit flesh without breaking the peel at all.

The peeled apple was round and plump, without a single dent.

She cut the apple into small pieces, put them on a plate, handed one to Paimon first, and then forked another piece and put it to Xu Chuan's mouth.

Xu Chuan opened his mouth, bit down, chewed twice, and the juice exploded in his mouth.

"How is it?" Ying asked.

"sweet."

Ying forked another piece and handed it over.