Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

"Oh? Is that so?"

Yelan's response carried a hint of realization. She nodded, a faint regret rising between her brows, as if she truly felt sorry that Famas could not provide more information.

Deep down, Yelan did not doubt that Famas was deceiving her.

Given the unfathomable power the boy displayed, if he truly wanted to harm her, crushing her would be no more effort than crushing an insect.

A demon god whose power reaches the level of Famas, if he truly had something in mind, could simply reach out and take it openly; there would be no need for him to fabricate these meaningless lies.

"However, I can tell you that this compass is not cursed or trapped, and using it will not cost you anything unbearable."

FAMAS broke the brief silence with his voice, casually flexing his wrist.

His tone was flat, as if he were describing something utterly ordinary.

As the true owner of the compass, FAMAS was well aware of its origins and secrets, but when Yelan inquired, he chose to remain silent, only offering this conclusion concerning its practicality.

“I see… Then thank you very much for the reminder, Lord Famas.”

Ye Lan nodded slightly, a perfect smile curving her lips.

Her gaze never left Famas's face, and her eyes, which always seemed to hold a calculating quality, narrowed slightly.

If the initial inquiry was merely a routine intelligence gathering exercise, then FAMAS's added security statement at this moment gave Yelan a strange intuition.

She felt that FAMAS not only recognized the compass, but also understood it quite well.

For some reason, Famas was unwilling to unveil that veil in front of her.

Ye Lan fell silent, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the cool outer edge of the compass, temporarily suppressing her surging doubts.

On the bed, Uncle Tian's faint breath tugged at the heartstrings of the traveler and Paimon.

Paimon's legs, dangling in mid-air, swayed restlessly. His gaze darted back and forth between the unconscious Uncle Tian and Ye Lan several times before he finally couldn't contain himself any longer:

"Hey, Yelan, since Famas says this compass is safe, let's use it to find the villain who poisoned it!"

"If we dawdle any longer, the murderer might just disappear!"

Paimon clenched his fists nervously, and his urging interrupted Yelan's thoughts.

"it is good."

Ye Lan took a deep breath, suppressing the strange feeling lingering in her heart, and nodded.

She held the compass firmly in her palm again, feeling the unique weight and coolness of the metal on her fingertips. Clearing her mind of distractions, she gazed at the trembling pointer in the center of the compass, and a thought clearly formed in her mind.

Find the culprit who poisoned Tian Shu Star.

The traveler and Paimon immediately stepped forward, also holding their breath and staring intently at the compass.

The pointer, which seemed to possess a life of its own, had been spinning like a headless fly, but the moment Ye Lan concentrated her mind and gripped the compass tightly, its spinning speed suddenly slowed down.

As if drawn by an unseen force, it trembled violently a few times, and finally, with a settled calm, it pointed firmly in one direction.

The three of them suddenly looked up in the direction where the pointer had stopped.

The pointer's tip was perfectly aligned with Famas's chest.

"Waaah!"

"Famas! You...you are...?"

Paimon's shouts nearly pierced the roof as he pointed his little finger at Famas, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Even Uncle Tian, ​​who was lying in bed and still unconscious, seemed to frown from the noise.

"Boom!"

Before Paimon could finish uttering his accusation, a knuckle struck her smooth forehead with just the right amount of force, producing a crisp sound.
"Paimon, didn't you hear what Dr. Bai said? The patient needs rest." "Can't you think before you speak?"

Famas sighed helplessly, his tone tinged with amusement and exasperation. As he spoke, he naturally stepped aside, his movements unhurried and composed.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the compass in Ye Lan's hand.

The pointer seemed welded to the air, remaining motionless and stubbornly pointing behind where Famas had originally stood, a direction leading out of the Bubulu wing.

Clearly, the real goal is still far away.

"Uh...hehe."

Paimon rubbed his forehead, which had been throbbed with pain, his face slightly flushed, and stuck out his tongue shyly.

"I...I just thought the atmosphere was too tense, so I was trying to lighten it up..."

Paimon offered a guilty-sounding explanation in a low voice, while the Traveler silently rubbed his forehead and gave Paimon a helpless look.

"Let's go without delay."

Ye Lan decisively put away the compass, her voice regaining its usual calm and crispness. She turned around first and walked towards the door.

However, before leaving, Yelan gave Famas a meaningful look.

The group filed out, gave a brief greeting to Huixin and Baishu who were guarding the porch, and then quickly merged into the street outside the gate.

The hustle and bustle of Liyue Harbor hits you in the face.

The group followed the compass needle closely as they navigated through the bustling streets.

The bustling Tiger Rock Market was left behind, the stacks of crates and the noisy hawking gradually fading into the distance. The group passed by the exquisitely carved pavilions and waterside landscapes, heading west along the winding stone bridge at the southern end of Liyue Harbor.

The pointer was not constant, sometimes trembling and swaying slightly, causing the group to slow down or adjust their direction. As they walked and stopped, the buildings in their field of vision gradually thinned out, and the road changed from smooth stone slabs to a compacted dirt road.

The towering chimneys and outline of the Black Rock Factory appeared in the distance, only to be quickly left behind.

Perhaps it was Yelan's calm and composed demeanor that subtly stabilized the morale of the troops, or perhaps it was the presence of Famas, whose presence was as steady as a mountain, that made this not-so-easy pursuit journey relatively uneventful.

The traveler occasionally responded in hushed to Paimon's chatter about the sights and sounds of Liyue, while Famas's gaze casually swept over the rocks and low vegetation along the way.

But when the outline of Blackrock Factory completely disappeared from sight, and the road beneath their feet became increasingly desolate, pointing directly to the border area towards the Liyue Laminar Abyss, Paimonna's long-accumulated fatigue and anxiety finally erupted.

She floated a little lower, hands on her hips, her voice drawn out:

"Hmm... how much further is it?"

"We've been walking for so long and we still haven't arrived. Could this compass be broken?"

Paimon grumbled unhappily, peering at the compass in Yelan's hand, then rubbed his eyes wearily.

The traveler gently patted Paimon's head, whispered a few words of comfort, and couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead. The fatigue from the long journey had indeed crept up on him.

Ye Lan's gaze remained fixed on the compass, whose needle stubbornly pointed straight ahead without shifting.

She looked up and gazed into the distance, where the outline of ruins, standing silently amidst barren rocks, slowly came into view.

It is Qingxupu.

Upon seeing the familiar ruins, Ye Lan paused almost imperceptibly, a strange glint flashing quickly in the depths of her eyes.

Ke Qing wasn't the only one who had read Zhiyi's planning document; Ye Lan had as well. Ye Lan vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a development plan for Qingxupu in Zhiyi's planning document.

Just then, an even more unexpected figure suddenly entered Ye Lan's field of vision.

Along the edge of the narrow path leading to the entrance to Qingxu Pool, a figure clearly not from Liyue was stealthily advancing, using the bushes and broken walls for cover. (End of Chapter)