The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

"Ah! I'm dead!"

Just as the young master had predicted, a single Thousand Rock Army soldier was no match for him. He sent the soldier flying with a single, ordinary slash.

But why did this guy fly so far?

The young master looked at the Thousand Rock Army that flew directly out of the Golden House, and raised his hand to look at the weapon in his hand with some surprise.

Could it be that his power has grown so rapidly that he can no longer control it?

"Captain—! Damn it! Brothers, avenge the captain!"

But before the young master could think any further, he saw even more guards rushing toward him.

He was not afraid at all; his twin blades created ripples in the water as he began to slaughter the crowd.

"Wow! That's strong!"

"Executor, you are terrifying!"

"It's flying!"

……

After a moment, the young master looked at the empty golden house and fell silent.

As for the Thousand Rock Army? They were already "blasted" out of the Golden House by the young master's formidable strength.

The young master pinched his wrist; the pain confirmed he wasn't dreaming. The financial heart of Teyvat, the foundry of Mora, had been breached just like that.

"Is the Thousand Rock Army too weak, or am I too strong?" The young master felt something was amiss, but when he thought of his trump cards and strength, he puffed out his chest again.

All schemes and tricks are useless in front of this young master!

So he stopped thinking about all that and went straight into the golden house.

"squeak--"

The doors to the Golden House were so heavy that even a powerful young master like himself had to use both hands to push them open.

Upon entering the golden house, there was nothing but dazzling gold.

"Hidden? It's alright, I'll find it." The young master wasn't surprised at all; he had long expected that Seven Stars would hide the Immortal Ancestor's Dharma Body. However, since he had been allowed into the Golden House, he certainly wouldn't leave empty-handed.

As soon as the young master finished speaking, he transformed into a flash of light and disappeared into the golden house.

After a long while, the flash of light dissipated, and the young master's figure reappeared on the central platform of the Golden House.

"Where is such a huge immortal ancestor's mortal body?" The young master scratched his head, looked at the empty golden house, and muttered to himself.

It's unbelievable! He was certain he had searched every corner of the Golden House, but he found nothing.

Besides, isn't the Golden House Mora's foundry? Where is Mora? Why can't I see any of them?

The young master was very puzzled. He looked around and finally his gaze fell on the huge alchemy furnace in front of him.

"Seven Stars... surely they wouldn't be that rebellious?" A rather ominous thought surfaced in the young master's mind, making him somewhat incredulous.

The young master slowly walked to the alchemy furnace, transforming his sword into a bow. Then he raised the bow and aimed, and a faint blue light gathered into a thick arrow.

"Bang! Clang!"

The young master released his fingers, and the arrow on the bow shot out like a cannonball, knocking away the furnace lid, which was larger than the young master himself.

"Wow, it's huge!" The young master looked up at the enormous alchemy furnace and rushed to the open furnace opening.

Couching over the furnace opening, the young master stuck his head inside. Then he saw chunks of meat rolling in a golden-yellow liquid.

Judging from the appearance of those chunks of flesh, they were exactly the same as the Immortal Ancestor's physical remains.

"Hiss—" The young master immediately released his hands and jumped off the alchemy furnace. He never expected that the Seven Stars would be so ruthless as to put even the immortal ancestor's remains in a pot to stew.

But then the young master's eyes lit up; he felt there was still a chance. The Heart of God shouldn't have been completely destroyed by stewing; perhaps he could try to salvage it.

So the young master jumped onto the opening of the alchemy furnace once again. This time, thanks to his excellent physical control, he stood up directly on the furnace opening.

Looking at the boiling, unidentified golden liquid at his feet, the young master wisely abandoned the idea of ​​reaching out to scoop it up.

Although his body was also very strong, the young master felt that it was still somewhat inferior to the body of a god.

Since this golden water could stew away the immortal ancestral remains of the Rock God, stewing him should be no problem either.

"呲-"

The young master's bow transformed into twin swords, but this time, the water blades on them were more solid, looking just like real objects.

The young master plunged his azure twin blades into the scalding golden water, struggling to retrieve them. For a moment, he almost felt like he was using oversized chopsticks.

After stirring for a while, the young master noticed something was off. He picked up his twin swords and saw the cleanly severed water blades—his elemental blades had long since been stewed away.

"..."

"It seems we have no choice but to use that." The young master looked around guiltily, as if he was worried about something.

He then took a deep breath, and large swaths of deep purple light gathered on the young master's body.

"Drink!"

A slightly hoarse roar rang out, and purple light exploded. The young master activated the Demon King Armament for the second time in Liyue.

Holding the double-headed sword entwined with the starry sky, a glint of light flashed in the single eye on the young master's mask. Then, without hesitation, he plunged the double-headed sword into the alchemy furnace.

It looked like someone was brewing medicine. However, the person was a bit small, the pot was a bit big, and the stirring rod was too elaborate.

This time, the young master felt significant resistance, indicating that his Demon King Armor was still effective. At least for the time being, he wouldn't have to worry about his weapons being destroyed.

But why did he feel a strange sadness in his heart? The demon king's weapons, which were meant for fighting, were now being used to salvage things.

When did I end up like this?

After pondering for a while, the young master shook his head. What did it matter what it was used for? As long as it fulfilled the Queen's mission, it wouldn't be a disgrace to this skill.

Besides, no one here can see it, so if no one can see it, it's useless!

"boom!"

Light streamed into the golden house, and the door that the young master had previously closed was opened.

Ying and Paimon strode into the Golden House. Whatever the young master wanted to do inside, they couldn't let him succeed!

Upon entering the Golden House, Ying and Paimon saw the Demon King in his armed state, crouching above the alchemy furnace, constantly stirring the molten gold in the furnace with his weapon.

The young master noticed someone had intruded and turned around to see Ying and Paimon staring in disbelief.

A cold glint flashed from the single eye of the young master's mask; he now intended to kill him to silence him.

Thank you so much, Lao Duwu, for the 1500 Qidian coins!

Chapter 300 Demon King's Armor

2023-11-18

Looking at the bizarre, inhuman creature before her, Ying was surprised and raised her weapon to her chest.

"What kind of monster is this?!" Paimon exclaimed in surprise as he turned to Ying upon seeing the young master in his Demon King armored form.

"Keep your voice down, you idiot!"

Ying stared intently at the young master, who was covered in dark purple armor. A suppressed aura emanated from him, making Ying's breathing heavier.

"I don't know either. This guy is very strong. At least stronger than Young Master. You better hide well later." Ying gave Paimon a few instructions.

This guy is enough to make Ying be on her toes right now. As for taking care of Paimon, Ying estimates she'd be powerless to do so.

“Okay! I understand. When you guys start fighting, he definitely won’t be able to find me!” Paimon nodded.

Her escape skills are among the best in Teyvat. Little Prince Paimon can disappear in an instant.

"Haha, don't you recognize me? We were 'friends' for a few days after all, this makes me a little sad."

The young master jumped from the top of the alchemy furnace to the ground, causing the entire golden house to tremble several times.

"You are the young master?!" Ying's eyes widened. She looked at the tall, humanoid creature in front of her again and indeed found some resemblance to the young master.

"Don't act like a naive child. This is just one of my many skills." The young master's voice was exceptionally hoarse under the Demon King's armor. There was no trace of the vitality that belonged to the young master's original age.

"Whether you're a young master or some kind of Hilichurl, how dare you use us? We'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

Paimon was furious when she realized that the person in front of her was the young master. The thought that the young master had been using them for the past few days made her very angry.

She actually thought she was going to make a rich friend this time!

“Using? I wouldn’t call it that. If you could just pretend you know nothing, that would be great. Maybe then we could have maintained that fake friendship.”

The young master flicked his sword, sending the golden liquid that clung to it flying. If he lingered, his weapon would be corroded beyond repair.

“I don’t need fake friendship.” A breeze began to stir around Ying, blowing her golden hair aside, and her eyes sharpened.

"Want to fight? That suits me perfectly!" The young master felt Ying's rising aura, and his blood began to boil.

"You probably haven't seen the strength of an Executive Officer before, have you? Perfect, this time you'll never forget it—" Before the young master could finish speaking, he transformed into a surge of lightning and rushed towards Ying Lizhi.

"Om-"

The sound of blades scraping together rang out, pricking the eardrums like sharp needles.

Ying raised her sword to meet the attack, and with a slight turn of her body, she completely deflected the young master's heavy force.

As the lightning dissipated, the young master turned around to look at Ying. The force of his attack had been reduced by eight or nine-tenths by the girl in front of him.

This unpleasant feeling reminded him of his experience in Tianqiu Valley. Yelan had used the same method to deal with him back then.

"Executor? I've been wanting to see that for a long time." Ying turned around and straightened up. Among humans, the young master's strength and speed were indeed the strongest she had ever seen.

But after that battle, Ying finally felt a little relieved.

Her strength is comparable to that of the young master.

"It seems this will be a very enjoyable [battle] for me." The young master raised a hand, seemingly expressing some deep emotion.

He has been in Liyue for a long time, but because of his plans and his identity, he is constrained in every way. The young master even feels that his time in Liyue has been excessively boring.

But now, something seems to have appeared that excites him.

"Come on, use all your strength to make me happy!" the young master shouted, then raised his double-headed sword, a purplish-black bowstring wrapped around it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"