Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

The dusk flows into a red river on the ridge of Tianheng Mountain, and people walk on the plank road carved by the ancients thousands of years ago.

On the wind-eroded rock walls, talismans engraved by alchemists of all ages glow faintly. The Qingxin flowers peeking out from between the cracks in the rocks are covered with unmelted night dew, condensing into amber crystals in the dusk.

The higher they went, the thicker the rock elements in the air became; even Paimon's cloak was stained with a layer of gold.

Little Paimon kept chattering along the way, the Traveler occasionally nodded in response, but most of the time it was Famas who hummed and hawed in response.

Wendy led Tok and walked at the front of the team. They walked along the mossy trail on the northern foot of Tianheng Mountain, heading towards a secluded corner deep in the valley.

Just as they walked, Famas, who was following behind, found that this route was inexplicably familiar.

The gravel made a small sound under the soles of his boots, and the boy stopped suddenly.

The dusk turned the wheat waves into amber, and four burnt brown cracks on the cliff that looked like claw marks caught the eye.

Those were the burn marks left by the intense friction between the joints and the rocks when the heavy punches punched through the rock, just like the scars torn by the sharp claws of a giant beast.

Only then did Famas realize that at the end of this winding path was the tiled house where the Munata fighter Marcus lived in seclusion, where he had previously placed the broken Heart of God, and where the leader Vikas was buried.

Usually, Famas always jumped down from the top of the cliff on the other side to the front of the theater and never entered through the main gate. Now that Tok was still by his side, Wendy and the travelers naturally could not travel in the way of adventurers and had to take the small path in an orderly manner.

Famas came to the edge of the cliff, and Wendy, who was leading the way in front, also stopped.

The young god's fingertips stroked the depressions in the rock wall. The devil's authority activated the remaining fire elements on the rock wall, and memories flooded his heart like a tide accumulated in the earth's veins.

On a rainy night, a fighter wrapped in bandages knelt in front of a rock wall. When his fists smashed into the mountain, the splattered blood mixed with rain water, dyeing the rock pattern dark red.

"Eh--"

Paimon's silver hair swept across the moss on the rock wall, and his whole body almost stuck to the crack of the cliff, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Famas, do you recognize these marks?"

"It looks like the claw marks of some wild animal?"

The elf, who had a rare opportunity to demonstrate his guiding talents, worked particularly hard, tracing the cracks in the rock wall with his fingertips.

The path beneath their feet, blurred by wind erosion, meandered like the gullies left by a rock dragon when it shed its skin. Dead vines of neon flowers were entangled in the cracks between the rocks, making it look more like a monster's lair than a road for people to pass through.

"This is the opening move of the Munata boxing technique."

Famas pressed his fist onto the marks, and flames ignited between his fingers, licking the rock wall to reveal dark red lines that exactly matched the marks.

"It's the original version carved on the altar of the Munata four thousand years ago... When I taught them, I didn't tell them to use the mountains as sandbags."

Famas explained in a low voice, and the group continued to move forward. When they passed the ninth ridge, a ruined formation surrounded by broken rock pillars appeared in front of them.

Each broken pillar is embedded with fist marks as deep as an inch. Years of rain have accumulated in the grooves to form dark red puddles. When the mountain breeze blows past, one can seem to smell a rusty odor.

"Wow! It's even more impressive than the pillars in the Seacrust Town Square!"

Toke let go of Wendy's clothes and excitedly ran to the rock pillar, touching and looking around.

The Cangyan Rock of Liyue turned into a fairy tale illustration in the eyes of the little boy, but he didn't know that the elemental power seeping out of the cracks was burning the memory of the gods.

The traveler noticed that Famas seemed to be in a bad mood. He approached the silent boy quietly and nudged him with his elbow: "Famas, are you okay?" The pupils of the young god shrank like needles, but when he turned around, he put on his usual playful expression: "What can happen to me?"

Yingmei obviously didn't know that the gift box filled with slime jelly that they gave to Ningguang came from here. At that time, only Tartaglia, Zhongli and FAMAS came here.

When Famas was silent, Wendy suddenly stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder from behind.

The little poet didn't know what Famas was worried about before, but the power of God is so vast that when the long wind from afar blew into the path, the news mixed with the fragrance of Cecilia flowers also reached Wendy's ears.

It’s a pity that the poet didn’t know how to comfort Famas.

"It should be right in front, right?"

Famas waved his hand nonchalantly to indicate that he was fine, and then raised his chin towards Wendy.

The poet nodded knowingly and continued walking in the direction where the sound of the wind came from. The footsteps of the crowd startled the birds in the forest. Tok jumped and chased the startled crystal butterflies. The group walked deeper into the forest on the mottled shadows of the trees.

The moss-covered rock top gathered into a natural dome above everyone's heads, and the clear mountain stream meandered through the cracks in the rocks.

Pushing aside the last clump of shrubs covered with glazed bags, the mottled tiled house suddenly came into view.

It was the cottage where Marcus lived in seclusion.

Half a month ago, due to Tartaglia's actions and the impact of the Liyue Harbor War, this cabin has almost become a ruin.

But now the collapsed courtyard wall has been filled with newly built red bricks and mud, the crooked beams and columns have been tied and fixed with thick hemp ropes, and even the broken window frames have been carefully pasted with mulberry paper.

In front of the bluestone tomb in the backyard, two broken guns were still stuck diagonally in the soil covered with morning dew, with the broken gun tips hanging stubbornly pointing towards the scorching territory of Nata.

The Traveler and Paimon were stunned and subconsciously looked at Famas, but dark emotions were surging in the boy's pupils. When his eyes swept across the smoke rising from the roof, his Adam's apple rolled heavily.

There are actually traces of human life in this hut.

Famas' body couldn't help but become a little stiff, but he didn't think that Marcus and Shabu, the father and daughter, would stay here any longer, especially after the two of them had recognized each other and obtained the Heart of God that contained the wishes of many Munata soldiers.

Then it’s easy to guess who is hiding here.

"Look! It's Ajax! It's definitely him!"

Paimon's crisp voice broke the silence, and the elf pointed to a figure beside the woodshed.

Hearing the voices of other people, the orange-haired young man holding firewood suddenly froze. His azure pupils shrank into dangerous vertical lines. Water elements condensed into double blades in his palms. However, the sharp blades with a faint blue light shattered into thousands of water droplets the moment they caught sight of the corner of Tok's clothes.

"elder brother!"

The child's cheerful call instantly cracked the stern mask maintained by the executive officer. He frantically tried to hide the water blade behind him, but knocked over the entire pile of firewood when he turned around:

"Tok! Why are you here?"

While everyone's attention was on Tartaglia, the faded sanded wooden door creaked slightly.

A golden-brown-haired man with a warm smile walked out of the cottage. The hem of his black clothes swept across the newly painted threshold, and his red-brown eyes were as gentle as before.

The visitor first looked at Tartaglia, then raised his hand to greet the traveler and others:

"Everyone, long time no see, how are you?" (End of this chapter)