Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

It's Fleur.

Although he had given up hope for his mother, Mu Xian was still puzzled as to how these two people had come to stand on the same side.

Sparkling lights appeared in his mind, representing scenes that Mu Xian had witnessed.

Klee runs towards Frey as they leave the island, and Abeddo follows behind Klee and brushes past Mushi.

A riotous monster suddenly appeared on the remote island.

Materials for collecting Beast Realm Hounds, and a notice in front of Yaedo Hall recruiting people to hunt down the Golden King Beast.

The power of Yae no Miko, who left Inazuma, and the disappearance of the Divine Cherry Tree.

Ambedo suddenly disappeared without a trace, and there was a yellow tree branch in the alley that emitted a faint glow.

Finally, there's Frey, who was standing next to General Raiden earlier.

...

Mu Xian connected the thoughts in his mind, leaving only things that needed to be confirmed.

"Little Elegant".

Mu Xian asked, "Have you seen a boy from Mondstadt? He had short, light blond hair and wore a tailored white robe."

"His name is Abedo."

“Ambedo?” Xuan Donglin frowned, crossing his arms. “Never heard of that name.”

"However, I have seen the guy you mentioned. He seemed to have fainted and was taken away by the shogunate soldiers."

Xuan Donglin's words confirmed Mu Xian's thoughts, and the vague outline of the matter gradually emerged.

Mu Xian's impression of Ambedo was limited to Klee's description and that fleeting encounter.

Even so, Mu Xian could sense the extraordinary nature of this young man.

Even if General Thunder were to intervene, it would be impossible for Ambedo to suddenly disappear under so many eyes, without even the slightest warning.

Unless someone he knows calls him to a secluded corner and then strikes unexpectedly.

As for who it was... the answer seems quite obvious.

Mu Xian stood up from the ground. Now, all Mu Xian needed to do was to confirm some things with Ke Li again.

Although what happens to Inazuma now has nothing to do with Mu Xian, since General Raiden's plan requires the power of the Divine Cherry Tree, Mu Xian has no choice but to sabotage the plan.

Mu Xian casually tossed the hilt of his knife to the ground and looked at Zao You beside him.

The little girl looked at Mu Xian as he stood up, her face showing some worry and a hint of disappointment.

"Don't worry." Mu Xian noticed Zao You's disappointment and reached out to pat her head.

"I'll go with you to the Rongcai Festival tomorrow." Even though I didn't promise you.

Mu Xian's words made Zao You's eyes light up again, and her excited and invigorated appearance was completely different from her previous laziness.

"I knew the teacher wouldn't forget."

As she spoke, Zaoyou tried to hug Muxian, but Muxian pushed her away.

The little girl who was pushed away showed no sign of disappointment; her face still wore a happy expression.

But it's not just Mu Xian and Zao You here.

Xuan Donglin still crossed her arms, looking at the two intimate people in front of her, her face hidden in the shadows, revealing no expression whatsoever.

Perhaps feeling that he had no say in the situation, Xuan Donglin lowered his arms from his chest and turned to leave.

"Where's Xiaobaidai?"

The sound of Mu Xian behind him made Xuan Donglin Qin stop in his tracks, giving him enough time to hear what Mu Xian was about to say.

"Little Bai Dai, are you coming along too?"

"You can go by yourselves."

Xiao Baidai didn't turn around: "I have no interest in these ridiculous festivals."

After saying that, Xuan Donglin stood still for a long time, but did not hear Mu Xian's next words.

Unable to contain herself, she turned around, but the person who had been standing where Mu Xian was now was nowhere to be seen.

The ground there was open and flat, and you could vaguely see the small holes made by the kunai and the damp soil next to them.

"That's enough."

A voice, impatient with everything, came from the darkness, but the impatience was more intense than ever before.

"Who exactly is your true student...?"

Chapter 74: The word "death" was written during the ritual.

As the first festival after the end of the Eye Hunting Order, the Rongcai Festival was prepared for a long time.

"This year's Rongcai Festival is to celebrate the end of the Inazuma Eye Hunting Order."

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, it was something everyone knew in their hearts.

Its popularity even attracted visitors from other countries, so much so that the entire Ganjin Island could not accommodate such a large festival and it had to be moved to an outlying island.

There were many visitors, and even more stalls at the festival.

Some vendors will try to grab better stalls in order to get more business.

Before the Rongcai Festival officially began, disputes arising from interests were everywhere.

People have a thousand faces; some go to great lengths for profit, while others give up some profit for the sake of their peace of mind.

Perhaps it is because their non-competitive and unambitious demeanor resembles that of the Buddha that they are referred to by others as "Buddhist-like individuals."

Taro Yashima is considered the epitome of Buddhist-like.

He doesn't like to waste time on negative emotions like arguing with people.

Whether it's sunshine or the laughter of others... life is short, and he hopes to enjoy all these beautiful things as much as possible.

Therefore, indulging in pleasure fostered his lazy personality.

Thinking that other vendors might take his spot, Taro Yashima didn't want to argue with them, so he chose the most secluded spot.

Because he thought that doing other businesses would lead to conflicts with customers, Taro Yashima chose a business that was least likely to cause disputes.

A stack of white paper, an inkstone next to the paper, and an instruction sheet hanging next to the table.

[Fifty Mora on a single sheet]

The shelf on the other side was empty, but it was clearly used to display calligraphy works.

In short, it was a small stall where customers paid to demonstrate their calligraphy to others, and the stall itself was rather rudimentary.

With all these factors combined, the stall was practically deserted.

Taro Yashima was happy to relax, lying on a more elegant recliner than the one at the stall, watching the crowds go by.

The only downside is that there's hardly any sunlight in the corner.

Thinking this, a few pieces of Mora fell into Taro Yashima's arms.

The weight on his chest made Taro Yashima look in the direction Mora had thrown from.

A man wearing a demon mask and... a dwarf.

"Can we start writing now?"

The masked man spoke, his cold voice crisp and decisive.

Oh? A customer has arrived?

Taro Yashima put away the Mora and stood up from the recliner.

"Please feel free to choose any calligraphy brushes and ink you like."

The masked man didn't speak, casually picking at the calligraphy brush on the table, his eyes beneath the mask fixed on the lighter-colored, already ground ink on the side of the table.

Seeing this, Yashima Taro clicked his tongue inwardly, wondering whether his choice was good or bad.

In terms of value alone, the materials required for this light ink are rare, which makes it quite expensive.

But calligraphy isn't about value; it's about suitability.

It is difficult for someone who has not been immersed in calligraphy for many years to write a good piece of calligraphy with such a light ink color.

Those who cannot master this light ink technique are merely wasting money on cheap, attention-grabbing gimmicks.

However, Taro Yashima didn't want to say more.

After all, people tend to become arrogant once they spend money, and if you offer well-intentioned advice, you'll end up getting scolded.

With the Rongcai Festival still so far away, Yashima Taro didn't want his good mood for the day to be ruined.

Seeing the masked man stained with ink, Yashima Taro also turned his attention to the paper.

He had even already planned how he would comfort the masked man after he messed up his writing.

When Yashima Taro said that his writing was the same as everyone else's, he said: "It's much better than everyone else's."

If it's really unbearable to read, then Taro Yashima will say: Others write about the same as you.

With that thought in mind, the brush, coated with ink, drew strokes on the paper.

Gradually, Taro Yashima's gaze changed from nonchalant to serious, and the seriousness in his eyes continued to accumulate, and the quantitative change led to the qualitative change, turning into reverence.

Every stroke on the paper is clearly visible, without any blurring caused by the light ink.

The strokes flow smoothly and effortlessly, allowing the reader to truly feel the writer's intent.

Compared to others, this is so much better!

It wasn't just a consolation; it was simply so much better than everyone else's work! Even the calligraphy of the great calligrapher Michizuki didn't give Yashima Taro this kind of eye-opening feeling.

However, the words on it...

Seeing the masked man put down his brush, Yashima Taro pulled out the paper with writing on it from the table, only to find that the ink had seeped through the paper and onto the next sheet.

Compared to the words in Yashima Taro's hand, the words on the next blank sheet of paper were much blurrier, but their outlines were still discernible.