Near the stone tablet were several members of the Fools, fiddling with something.

Hmm, two Lunar Sorcerers, one Ice and one Lightning. One Ice Giant, one Lightning Hammer... one against four, the advantage is on my side.

Jiang Ning subconsciously took out the Sky Ridge, but after thinking about it, he put it back.

He pulled out the Blade of the Peak with a backhand.

Use Liyue's weapons on Liyue's land, and use Mondstadt's weapons on Mondstadt's land.

Yes, the main idea is to adapt to local customs.

It's a pity we don't have Inazuma's weapons.

"Hiss... Do you feel a little cold?"

Ice Fatty rubbed his arms and shivered.

"What are you thinking? You use ice element, you're afraid of the cold?" Thunder Hammer sneered as he placed his massive hammer on the ground.

"Honestly, it's really cold..." the sorcerer Lei Ying suddenly spoke up.

"Yes, yes, it is a bit cold," Lei Chui immediately corrected himself.

"Ha, simp." Fatty Ice looked somewhat disdainful.

The Ice Firefly said, "Hurry up, stop talking nonsense."

"Alright, are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?" said Fatty Ice.

These four sentences were the last words of these elite fools.

The cold snow and biting winds froze everything into ice sculptures in an instant.

Looking at his masterpiece, Jiang Ning walked out with great satisfaction:

"I'm so awesome."

It used to take a little maneuvering, but now it's done in a flash.

【…However, didn't you say you wanted to practice your swordsmanship?】

The system couldn't help but say.

“I forgot, and it’s really convenient.”

Jiang Ning was perfectly justified; clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers definitely required an efficient method.

Then, Jiang Ning looked at the inscription on the stone tablet and sighed.

"Heureia, the salt goddess, was also a pitiful and tragic deity."

He had read the scroll last night. If it weren't for the divine power of the Salt God and the words of the priest, he wouldn't have believed that there could be such a weak god.

Kindness is not a sin, but excessive kindness and constant concessions are weakness.

Especially during the Demon God War.

"Never mind, let me see what's inside the Salt God's tomb."

Jiang Ning skillfully removed the seal and then prepared to jump down.

“Please, please wait a moment!”

An anxious voice rang out, and Jiang Ning turned around in confusion to see a woman with a single ponytail, dressed in Liyue clothing and wearing glasses running towards him.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"Hello, could you take me down with you?"

"what?"

Jiang Ning looked puzzled.

No, who are you, ma'am? I'll take you downstairs.

"I, my name is Wanyan, I'm a staff member of the Eighth Gate of the Seven Stars and Eight Gates... I, I'm very interested in the history of the Salt God, so..."

"...How did you find out about this place? You seem very suspicious..."

Jiang Ning stroked his chin, sizing up the woman.

Wanyan said, "This is my work ID..."

Jiang Ning took it and examined it; it was indeed not a counterfeit.

"Why are you, a citizen of Liyue, so interested in the history of the Salt God?"

"Well, I'm interested in history, and then I stumbled upon this place. I was thinking of going down to take a look, but there was a seal. I was going to report it, but then I saw the Fatui, and then I saw you."

Wanyan's eyes flickered as she spoke.

What a coincidence...

And judging from Wanyan's appearance, you can tell she's lying.

Jiang Ning didn't care. Anyway, the person in front of him really looked like he couldn't even kill a chicken, so he could take her down with him.

"Let me make this clear first: I don't know what might happen next, and I might not have the energy to protect you. Don't blame me if you die."

Jiang Ning said.

"Yes, don't worry, there won't be any danger."

Wanyan's face lit up with joy, and she said.

Jiang Ning was even more puzzled. There was no danger... How did you know?

"Let's go, get off."

Jiang Ning went down first; he could fly down directly. But Wan Yan prepared a rope ladder and slowly climbed down.

Jiang Ning merely glanced at her and ignored her; he wasn't some kind of nanny...

The mission's release filled Wanyan with despair, but the reward was enhanced power.

"Ok?"

Jiang Ning was taken aback. What kind of strange mission was this? Why did it make her feel desperate? What exactly constitutes despair?

This reward sounds tempting, but how do I get it?

Jiangning can only take it one step at a time.

There's a hidden paradise at the foot of the mountain, with flowing streams, lush green plants, moss growing on the stone steps, and even the chirping of birds.

It was as if this was not a secret place, but a paradise.

Is this really the place where Heulia died? Are you sure?

Jiang Ning was filled with doubt.

As she walked along the road, Wanyan was also testing Jiang Ning:

"Are you from Liyue? I've never seen you before."

Jiang Ning said, "I guess so..."

I probably wasn't before, but after sleeping with my senior sister, I probably am, at least half a Liyue person.

"I feel like I've never seen you before?"

"My family lives in the mountains, near Mondstadt. My parents moved here from Mondstadt and only recently came to stay with distant relatives in Liyue Harbor."

Jiang Ning spoke haphazardly.

"That's it..."

For some reason, Wanyan's face lit up with joy: "Since your parents are both Mondstadt people, do they worship the Anemo Archon or Morax?"

I feel like I made the right decision to come today.

Jiang Ning keenly noticed that something was off about how the woman addressed him. What kind of people from Liyue would call the Geo Archon Morax?

They are usually emperors or rock princes.

Based on what I just saw about this woman's identification, she's in charge of the salt industry within the Eight Gates, and she seems so curious about Heulia...

Could this guy be a follower of Heureia? It seems that most of the ancestors of the Eight Gates worshipped other demon gods, but after their defeat, they changed their faith and were assimilated.

It seems there are still people who haven't been assimilated? They must have had a tough time all these years.

"Hmm... it doesn't feel real, but it seems like no one in my family specifically worships any particular deity. When we go out to sea, we worship the wind god because we're afraid of strong winds; when we're afraid of thunder, we worship the thunder god; and when we have exams, we worship the grass god..."

Jiang Ning just spouted nonsense.

“I see… I also think that should be the case. By the way, we happen to be in the Salt God’s secret realm. Have you heard of a story? The Salt God was ambushed and killed by Morax… and his followers were brutally recruited.”

Wanyan believed she had already grasped some things, and that this person might be able to help her, so she directly revealed her true intentions.

Sister, are you out of your mind? You believe me? We've only been together for ten minutes.

Moreover, you're saying this as if you're afraid others won't know you have a lot of opinions about the Rock King Emperor.

Well, that's confirmed. I guess they've been brainwashed by the rumors and are fanatical believers who have hated the Emperor for so many years.

"Hmm... I don't know, but it seems like that's not the case... Isn't the Salt God supposed to be weak? And the Rock King is supposed to be very powerful, so he shouldn't need to launch a sneak attack, right?"

Jiang Ning said.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Wanyan became agitated:

"How could this be? The Salt God is a very powerful deity! It must have been Morax who launched the sneak attack!"

"Why are you so agitated?" Jiang Ning asked, feigning suspicion.

"I... I'm just a little surprised. Well, this is different from what's recorded in my home."

"Since we're already here, let's keep looking. Maybe there's some record here."

Jiang Ning said.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely expose history, make history public, and then slap those people in the face hard."

Wanyan's eyes were somewhat gloomy.

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