He changed Tiwat

"I wonder if the original imported 'water of life' from Zhidong will satisfy you?"

Ms. Wendy was very satisfied.

...In fact, he would accept any kind of alcohol.

"I've received your tuition. Come with me to the 'classroom'."

After saying this, the green-clad bard, clutching his wine bottle, started walking eastward on his own.

Windrise is a famous tourist attraction in Mondstadt, and with so many people around, Venti naturally wouldn't reveal her true form here. Without saying a word, Han Fulai followed in Venti's footsteps.

This left Yura somewhat confused.

Judging from Han Fulai's performance and the Anemo Eye hanging on Wendy's waist, Yura had a guess.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally couldn't help but whisper to Han Fulai, "Could it be... this Wendy..."

Han Fulai smiled and was about to reveal the truth when he heard Yura finish the sentence: "...Also one of the Wind God's familiars?"

Well, Venti is a holder of the Anemo Vision, and he seemed to be leading the way for them, so he might be one of the Anemo's familiars who has connections to see the Anemo himself. After all, daughters of the Gungnird family can be recognized by the Anemo, so maybe this bard has also gained the Anemo's favor because of his poetic skills.

—As for why Wendy couldn't be an incarnation of Barbatos... What kind of god would sing for mortals and ask them for wine as a bribe? That would be too low-class!

The bard with excellent hearing heard Yura's question and turned around with a grin: "Hey! I am indeed a member of Barbatos's retinue, don't tell anyone!"

Han Fulai smirked, thinking to himself, "You gods are all such performers. There's this street urchin who'll seriously debate with someone about who understands the Rock King Emperor better, and this drunkard who'll create an alternate account to be his own follower."

While Venti's statement isn't entirely wrong—after all, Mondstadt's most famous Anemo Familiars, the "Four Winds Guardians," are actually Venti himself—Dvalin, the only truly existing "East Wind Guardian," is more of an ally and friend than an Anemo Familiar, much like Zhongli and Rota.

The three walked for about half an hour and arrived at a desolate, hilly area.

This place is about ten miles from Mondstadt, and there's not much scenery for tourists to enjoy. Usually, tourists wouldn't wander this far. In other words, you could do whatever you want here without attracting attention.

The lazy poet picked up the Eye of God from his waist and transformed it into the xylophone "Felin".

"Some notes cannot be played for ordinary people; they bring the winds of the heavens."

Wendy began to play her seven-stringed lyre.

Although his finger movements were not particularly vigorous and the music was not particularly stirring, the ancient melody had already reached the heavens.

"Rhythm take you!"

Immerse yourself in it!

It's more than language and poetry that flow the wind.

It's not just language and poetry that drift on the wind.

As Wendy recited the verses, a sudden gust of wind swept above the three of them—the six-winged Lord of the Sky had descended upon them.

Chapter 300 The Temple of the Thousand Winds

This was the first time Han Fulai had ever seen a giant dragon in real life.

Honestly, it's even more awe-inspiring than the "Storm Terror" boss you see in game dungeons.

Its body is at least fifty meters long, and even when it bends its neck, its height is close to that of Mondstadt's tallest windmill. And even when it stands still, the wind element surrounding it is equivalent to a small storm, enough to keep Mondstadt's largest windmill spinning endlessly.

Its three pairs of dragon wings, each pair with a spread length of more than 20 meters, are comparable to the huge wings of a Boeing airliner. Only such huge wings can move its mountain-like body.

Even more terrifying is Dvalin's aura, also known as "Dragon's Might".

Han Fulai had once felt the dragon's might in the snow-capped mountains. It was the suppression of mortals by a high-level life form. It was innate. Whether it was a magical beast, an animal, or a human, they would all feel weak in the knees under such overwhelming majesty.

Moreover, what they felt in the snow mountain was merely the power of Dulin's remnants, but the one before them was a genuine one of the Seven Elemental Dragon Kings!

—The Elemental Dragon King is not a means of transportation like a horse, nor is it a docile pet that can be summoned and dismissed at will.

The mere presence of this dragon before our eyes exudes a power that crashes over us like a tidal wave. Any living being can instinctively sense that this giant dragon is at the top of the food chain.

At least... Yura had already begun to tremble involuntarily under Dvalin's dragon might.

Han Fulai blinked, his eyes flashing with golden light, and stepped forward to shield Youla from the overwhelming dragon's might.

In any case, whether it's a demon god, a monster, or a dragon king, nothing can scare him.

With Han Fulai's intervention, Yura regained her senses and began to gather the power of the "Ice Seal." Always strong-willed, she would never allow herself to yield to anything, not even the legendary Dragon King.

Once the power of the "Ice Seal" permeated her entire body, Yura was finally able to look up and face the dragon's majesty.

"This is... 'Guardian of the East Wind' Tvalin..."

As Yura looked up at the dragon, the dragon's eyes were also scrutinizing the human before it.

A deep dragon roar, like muffled thunder, rolled past their ears.

Han Fulai couldn't understand the dragon's language, but his intuition told him that the dragon's voice sounded rather unhappy.

Of course I'm unhappy!

Because Dvalin's dragon roar just now was a strong protest against a certain wind god who wasn't doing his job properly. To put it another way, it was something like: "The time before last it was the blonde sisters and the little girl with elf ears, the time before that it was the red and blue brothers, and the descendants of Rhinedoth and Andrius' wolf cub—I am not a horse!"

Just over a month ago, Barbatos made it carry people on its back to the "Golden Apple Islands" for an outing, and half a month ago, Barbatos made it carry him to the snowy mountains for a drive... Now it has to carry people again, it has a temper too!

The green bard let out a soft "heh," and with a light leap, it rode the wind and landed on the dragon's back. It whispered a bunch of unintelligible words in the dragon's ear (or perhaps an ear, but it looked more like a dragon's horn), which made the dragon snort and suppress its overflowing dragon might and fierce wind.

Then Wendy waved to the two below with a grin: "What are you waiting for? Come on up, I asked the kind Dvalin to take us to the Temple of the Thousand Winds, and it has agreed!"

Sitting on the neck of the legendary wind dragon, traveling through clouds and fierce winds, and being jolted every now and then, even someone as daring as Yura could only close her eyes and hold on tightly to the thorns on the dragon's back, for fear of being thrown off at any moment.

Fortunately, this wasn't her first time "flying through the clouds." Her previous experience traveling with Xiao Shangxian had given her some experience with flying, otherwise she would probably be even more terrified now. To be honest, although "Didi Dalong" sounds impressive, the actual riding experience can only be described as a life-threatening "extreme sport."

Well, actually, Dvalin does have a bit of a desire to make the person on its back suffer, of course, mainly targeting the bard who is currently singing on its back.

Han Fulai also clung to the thorns on Tvalin's back to steady himself, but he still had the energy to observe the giant dragon.

He had previously controlled his game character to climb onto a dragon's back in game instances. But that was to remove the tainted thorns from the dragon's back. Today, sitting on the dragon's back, he realized that the dragon looked truly beautiful when it flew—its body was as blue as the sky, graceful and translucent, with shimmering wings.

Yes, it's wings, not the stereotypical "bat wings" from Western mythology.

Dvalin's wings are made up of long feathers.

As it flies, every feather of the Dvarin emits a faint glow from the wind element, making it a truly beautiful sight.

These feathers of the East Wind seem to be telling people that as long as you ride the wind, the wind is your companion, your song, and your freedom.

The green-clad bard, his hands caressing his seven-stringed lyre, a leisurely smile on his face, continued to play and sing incessantly amidst the fierce wind:

"The Wind God visits his first family."

Help him blow away the ice and snow, and protect the green fields and the free people.

But the dragon seemed to believe that the 'help' came from the gods...

"It shouldn't be like cheering him on while playing the harp..."

To be able to turn such a thing into a song and sing it to the person involved, Wendy's shamelessness truly surpasses even the walls of Mondstadt. Han Fulai has no doubt that if there were a "Shamelessness Contest" at Mondstadt's "Badminton Festival," Wendy would be a shoo-in for the championship.

The Dongfeng Dragon traveled eastward, and the distance of a hundred kilometers, through continuous highlands and hills, was nothing more than the time it took for Tvarin to flap his wings a few times.

After Wendy finished singing, we arrived at Star-Picking Cliff.

An ancient circular theater appeared before the three of them.

The melodious winds once gathered here, bringing countless stories and sending them on their way to distant places.

This place was once the stage for sacrifices to the gods, for dramas, for dances, and for bloody gladiatorial combats. Now, only a poignant landscape of ruins remains, guarded by relics that seem to have appeared out of nowhere.

Moreover, the ruins guardian seemed to sense the visitors in the sky, raising its single eye to peer upwards. Then, a red light emanated from its eye. This indicated that it had locked onto its target, and what followed would likely be lasers and missiles.

The Dragon King of Wind didn't expend any effort dealing with this ungrateful "opponent"—it simply lowered its body slightly and flew over the "Ruin Guardian." By the time it passed, the Ruin Guardian had already been reduced to its original parts by the wind.

The amphitheater was not the location Wendy had specified. Dvalin flew south along the coastline of Stargazing Cliff for a short while before gently landing.

Wendy was the first to jump off the dragon's back and point to a dilapidated building in front of her.

"This is it, the Thousand Winds Temple."

Chapter 301 Seeds of the Wind

Tvalin put down the "passenger" on his back, but did not go far away. He just lay down to rest, just like a taxi driver who turned off the engine and waited for a passenger to get off temporarily.

Han Fulai and Yura followed Wendy all the way to the dilapidated building.

Calling it a "dilapidated building" would be an exaggeration.

After all, in Han Fulai and his group's eyes, the so-called "Temple of a Thousand Winds" that Wendy mentioned was just a fragment of a sundial.

As for the so-called "temple," not only were there no statues, but not even a single ruin remained.

More than two thousand years ago, before the clockwork mechanism technology of Fontaine reached Mondstadt, the ancient inhabitants of Mondstadt used this primitive sundial as their timekeeping tool. Its principle is to use the direction of the sun's projection to determine and divide the time, and it usually consists of a gnomon (hand) and a dial (a graduated base).

Over time, the sundial has been eroded by the elements, leaving only a broken half of the gnomon and half of the dial face.

Of course, from the perspective of carving technique alone, this broken sundial is still quite valuable for archaeological research.

Its entire body is made of limestone, with the hands shaped like arrowheads and the dial resembling the openwork rose window of Mondstadt Cathedral. If the archaeologists at the Sumerian Monastery were to see this half-remains, they would probably consider it a treasure—the craftsmanship of the stone carvings, the estimation of its age, and the tracing of the historical context would be enough to write a graduation thesis.

However, Wendy's special trip to the ruins of the "Thousand Winds Temple" southeast of Star-Picking Cliff was clearly not for archaeological purposes.

Wendy touched the base of the sundial with a nostalgic look and said softly to the two of them, "This... is the 'statue' that was enshrined in the 'Temple of a Thousand Winds' more than two thousand years ago."

"This is... a statue?"

Yura's eyes were full of confusion. Shouldn't a statue be like the stone statue in the Wind God Plaza? This thing just looks like an ordinary timekeeping device, doesn't it? Also, shouldn't Venti have brought them to the "Temple of the Thousand Winds" to find the Wind God? She'd been so nervous for so long, and all they got was to look at the ruins?

Wendy scratched his head and chuckled, “Ah, hard to understand, right… but that’s the truth. Back then, the Temple of a Thousand Winds didn’t enshrine a statue of the wind god, but this clock. It represents secrets, born from the branches of time, recording prosperity and desolation, and witnessing the omnipresent god.”

—It represents secrets, born from the branches of time, transcribing prosperity and desolation, and witnessing the omnipresent god.

The short sentence contained a wealth of information that sent a jolt through Yura's mind.

She remembered the evidence of the Lawrence family's collusion with the Fools that the "Hero of the Night" had given her in the "Gate of the Eagle"—the "map" drawn by her uncle Schubert.

Honestly, Schubert's artistic achievements are a disgrace to the Lawrence family... but if we disregard aesthetics, his map is at least accurate in terms of spatial relationships.

According to Schubert's confession, what the Fools wanted from him was the address of the "lost temple".

According to the directions marked on Schubert's map, there was Star-Picking Cliff, the amphitheater they had just seen, and a road that had disappeared into the sea leading to the so-called "temple".

Is this what the Fools are looking for?

A secret unseen by anyone, it bears witness to the rise and fall of the world, omnipresent... for it is a branch of time, a deity representing time...

At the same time, it is also a secret that the Lawrence family ancestors have kept hidden for more than a thousand years.

Yura blurted out, "'The Wind of Time'! Is this the 'lost temple' that the Fatui are looking for?"

Wendy grinned and raised a finger in a "shh" gesture, then used a phrase the old man next door had once said to him: "Yes and no. The first half of your statement is correct, the second half is wrong."

At this moment, Han Fulai spoke up: "There are two temples, and two statues as well. The one in front of us belongs to the wind god Barbatos. During the era of the nobility, the temple was converted into an arena, and the statue of the wind god, along with the statues in the city, was abandoned and moved here. The Fools are looking for the other temple, which has been moved to the sea by the wind god."

"Whoosh!" Wendy whistled in approval.

From the two tips he gave Han Fulai on Musk Reef until now, it has only been a little over half a month.

In just over half a month, this young man crossed the snow-capped mountains, helped Abedo achieve "Red Achievement," took down the annoying Fools, and even won the championship in the "Badminton Festival"—and on top of that, he also learned so much about the secrets of Mondstadt's history.

He truly is a talent valued by that old man.

Han Fulai's words also surprised Yura.

He even knows exactly where that "lost temple" disappeared to! This is a secret that even the Lawrence family has never known!

What else is there that he doesn't know?

Meeting Yura's complicated gaze, Han Fulai simply smiled without saying a word.

In fact, that's all he knew, based on what he'd learned about the Lawrence family's history from Mona and Schubert, plus the unique map information that time travelers possessed.

As for what secrets those two "statues" held, he didn't actually know.

But in situations like this, it's more respectable to remain silent and pretend to be an expert.

At that moment, Wendy suddenly waved his hand, and the wind formed a small tornado in the direction of his finger, washing away the dust that had accumulated on the sundial base for thousands of years.

A line of inscription etched on the base of the sundial suddenly appeared before the three of them.

Yura slowly read aloud the inscription on the base:

“Seeds of stories, brought by the wind and cultivated by time.

The wind carries the seeds of stories, and time allows them to sprout.

This is a proverb passed down among the people of Mondstadt, and most Mondstadt residents now regard it as a praise of the wind god. But as a descendant of House Lawrence, Yora knows that hidden in this saying is Mondstadt's past history, namely the god "Wind of Time".

However, apart from that, the sentence doesn't seem to have any other meaning.