Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

In the golden afterglow, Ying took Paimon to place a half-person-high sign at an intersection.

The sign was quite exquisitely crafted, with a line of words neatly written on it: "Send Immortal Ceremony 618, welfare discounts for everyone."

"Traveler, is there something wrong with the words on this sign?" Paimon tilted his head, looking puzzled. "Shouldn't the atmosphere of the Immortal Sending Ceremony be one of mourning and remembering the Emperor?"

Ying thought for a moment and said, "Well... maybe this is what Liyue's immortal sending ceremony is like!

Anyway, this was arranged by Boss Song. He is a disciple of the Immortal Clan, and no one knows the ritual of sending off the Immortals better than him."

Paimon still felt a little strange, but thinking that what Ying said made sense, he put aside his doubts.

At this time, many passers-by had seen the sign. They gathered around with great interest and started talking about the benefits of this Immortal Sending Ceremony.

From the excitement on their faces, it can be seen that they are very much looking forward to the benefits.

After all, this is the ceremony of sending off the immortals by Emperor Rock King, and his status is more than one level higher than that of True Lord Bronze Sparrow.

Afterwards, Ying took Paimeng back to the immortal family for rituals.

As soon as you step into the courtyard, a lively scene comes into view.

I saw Song Yinjian sitting in front of an ancient desk, holding a pen in his hand, concentrating on recording the silk items sent by the immortals in a notebook.

Shen He sat quietly beside him.

In front of Song Yinjian, there were several immortals queuing up waiting to hand over the silk items.

Every time after recording and receiving a piece of silk, Song Yinjian would take out a dark black Taoist robe from the side and hand it to the immortal, then he and Shen He would bow slightly to express their gratitude.

On the other side of the courtyard, there was another lively scene.

Zhongli, Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun, Lishui Dieshan Zhenjun and Grandma Ping were sitting around a table playing mahjong, surrounded by immortals watching.

In the kitchen not far away, Xiangling and Guoba were busy preparing tonight's meal.

Under Xiangling's skillful hands, various ingredients were transformed into delicious dishes with good color, aroma and flavor. The tempting aroma wafted from the kitchen and filled the entire courtyard.

After a while, Song Yinjian finally finished all the work of recording the silk items.

He let out a long sigh and stood up from his seat. As soon as he looked up, he saw Ying and Paimon standing not far away.

After a moment's thought, he turned around, took a Taoist robe, and walked towards her with a smile.

"Ying, this one is for you. Follow me tomorrow."

Ying looked at the Taoist robe and hesitated for a moment, "But I am not an immortal, nor am I a disciple of an immortal."

Song Yinjian smiled and said, "But you are an employee of the Immortal Family's etiquette."

Ying reached out and took the black Taoist robe. At the same time, she felt a deeper sense of identification and belonging to the immortal etiquette.

Then, as night gradually fell, everyone sat around a large round table, which was filled with a sumptuous dinner carefully prepared by Xiangling and Guoba.

While enjoying the delicious food, everyone continued to chat happily, and laughter continued to ring out in this peaceful courtyard.

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At night, at a port in Liyue, the sea breeze blows gently, bringing a slightly salty and humid smell.

A group of people dressed in gorgeous clothes, each with their own family, lined up with solemn expressions and boarded an extremely luxurious passenger ship.

But their faces seemed a little sad, as if they were worried about something.

As everyone was queuing up to board the ship, one person, as if suddenly making up his mind, turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

However, before he ran far, he heard a gunshot, and the sharp sound broke the originally calm atmosphere of the port.

Immediately afterwards, the man fell powerlessly into a pool of blood like a puppet without its support.

A stern-faced Fatui slowly walked out from the shadows, holding a long gun with wisps of green smoke coming out of the muzzle.

He walked up to the man, stretched out one hand, grabbed the man's feet with one hand, and dragged the body to the shore like a dead dog.

Then he swung his arm and threw the body casually. With a "splash", the body fell into the water, splashing countless waves.

The other people who had not yet boarded the ship witnessed this horrifying scene and were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their legs went weak. They no longer dared to think about escaping and could only continue to queue up to board the ship.

Ke Zhou was also among the people queuing. He was carrying a heavy luggage in one hand and holding his five-year-old daughter tightly with the other.

After that day, he first ran home angrily, pointed at Keqing and scolded her, venting his anger and dissatisfaction.

Then, in order to be able to re-enter the joint investigation team, he hurriedly sent Zhiyi many precious benefits. After going through a lot of trouble, he finally got what he wanted.

Originally, he was very excited and thrilled to be able to return to the investigation team, and felt that he had the capital to rely on again. But now, in this situation, he was only worried and uneasy.

He subconsciously held his daughter's hand, and couldn't help but hold it tighter.

Just as they were about to board the ship, a cold and indifferent female voice suddenly rang out without warning, "She stays!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Rosaline standing not far away, pointing at Kezhou's little daughter expressionlessly and giving orders to a Fatui next to her.

After receiving the order, the Fatui walked straight forward, pushed Kezhou aside roughly without saying a word, and then picked up his daughter, completely ignoring the little girl's struggle and crying.

Seeing this, Ke Zhou was extremely anxious. He immediately struggled to get up and wanted to take his daughter back with red eyes, but what greeted him was only the ruthless iron fist of the Fatui.

After a long time, this group of people boarded the passenger ship one after another in fear and helplessness.

On the shore, only a dozen young children were left, crying and making noise.

Chapter 99 The Emperor Sends the Immortals to the Ceremony

At dawn, the sky was just beginning to turn pale.

A long black dragon-like queue had already formed in front of the Xianjia Ceremonial Gate.

I saw a group of immortals and their disciples, all wearing dark Taoist robes, standing in an orderly manner on the street.

Standing at the front of the team is Xiao. He stands tall and straight like a pine tree, holding a portrait of the Geo King in his hands.

The portrait had been slightly cleverly processed, and only bore an 80% or 90% resemblance to Zhongli.

Standing beside Xiao was Song Yinjian, who was also wearing a dark black Taoist robe. He held a gold-plated Sanqing Bell in his hand, and his expression was solemn and dignified.

Soon, the good time came.

Song Yinjian gently shook the Sanqing Bell, and a clear and peaceful bell sound immediately echoed in the street, making everyone concentrate.

Then, he took a deep breath and declared aloud, "The heaven and earth are profoundly pure, silent and traceless, and the calamity looms in the void. The ancestor of all immortals, the Rock King Emperor Morax, has responded to the calamity. We are here to escort him to immortality today."

After that, he rang the Sanqing Bell again and shouted louder, "Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao walked towards the Golden House holding the portrait.

Everyone followed closely behind him.

The ceremony of sending off the immortals officially began.

Along the way, more and more Liyue people spontaneously gathered from the streets and alleys to join the team that was sending the immortals.

When Xiao walked to the door of the Golden House, the long line behind him was so long that it seemed as if it had no end. It was like a giant black python made up of people, coiled on the road.

Then, he and the immortals and their disciples stepped in, while the people behind them stayed outside.

The Golden House is magnificent and golden, with dazzling light reflecting from the decorations everywhere, making the entire space look like a dream.

In the center of the room, the Immortal Ancestor Fa Tu was placed there quietly, emitting an ancient and majestic aura that made people feel awe when they saw it.

Song Yinjian looked at it with a smile on his face. After today, this thing will be his.

Zhongli had asked him to build the Yaksha Temple before, and this was his reward.

Whether the Immortal Ancestor's Transformation is eaten raw, cultivated into an incarnation, or refined into a magic weapon, etc., it will be a step to heaven for his improvement.

However, I still have to ask Zhongli how to use this thing.

He came back to his senses and rang the Sanqing Bell, "Look upon the Emperor's immortal body and perform the ritual of three kowtows and nine bows."

After saying this, he led everyone to kowtow three times and bow nine times to the Immortal Ancestor Fatai.

After the ceremony, Song Yinjian walked out of the golden house and led the Liyue people outside to kowtow three times and bow nine times in the direction of the Immortal Ancestor Fa Tui.

Afterwards, Xiao held the portrait in his hand and led everyone towards Tianheng Mountain.

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On a towering building, Zhongli stood tall in front of the window, his gaze distant and deep, quietly gazing at the immortal-sending team below.

Suddenly, an idea quietly came into his mind.

It would be better to just quit. The atmosphere has already been created.

At this moment, Rosaline, who was standing opposite him, raised her chin slightly, with a hint of amusement in her eyes, and said jokingly: "Morax, it should be very interesting to watch your own funeral!"

Zhongli said nonchalantly, "It's indeed a very interesting thing. Rosalyn, if you like, you can let Song Yinjian bury you."

Rosalyn's face suddenly turned cold, her brows slightly furrowed, and she said bluntly: "I don't need it."

Seeing this, Zhongli just smiled slightly and didn't say anything more. He turned his gaze to the team outside the window again, and his thoughts seemed to drift away again.

At this moment, a Fatui hurried up to Rosaline and reported in a low voice, "Lady Rosaline, Zhiyi has taken control of not only the regular Thousand Rocks Army but also the Thousand Rocks Heavy Army. They have already made arrangements and intend to forcibly seize the Guizhong Divine Machine Cannon.

When the situation turns unfavorable to them, they can directly bombard Tianheng Mountain and Qun Yu Pavilion."

After listening to this, Rosaline couldn't help but say, "Where on earth did this Zhiyi guy come from? How could Liyue produce such a ruthless person?

It's okay for the Qun Yu Pavilion, but the people over at Tian Heng Mountain are all ordinary people. One cannon shot would kill at least tens of thousands of people."

Zhongli still looked calm, but his eyes were filled with extremely cold murderous intent.

This man should be cut into pieces!

Rosaline sensed his murderous intent and trembled in her heart. She said to the Fatui, "Have our men prepared. If the Qianyan army attempts to forcibly take over the Guizhong Divine Machine Cannon, we must immediately stop them."

"Yes." The Fatui nodded in response, then turned and quickly left.

Zhongli continued to turn his head and look out the window, the murderous intent in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by disappointment.

In this test given to Liyue, an ambitious man named Zhiyi made Liyue get zero points.

The original idea of ​​retirement suddenly disappeared without a trace.

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In the morning, the team carrying the immortal ceremony arrived at Tianheng Mountain.

I saw an extremely grand stage standing in front of me, and above the stage hung a huge portrait. The Rock King Emperor in the portrait had a tall and majestic figure and a dignified and domineering face.

In front of the portrait, there is an ancient-style incense burner, and many precious offerings are displayed around it.

Xiao and a group of immortals and their disciples walked onto the stage and then stood in turn.

They stand tall and straight, with fluttering robes and solemn expressions, like an otherworldly immortal painting.

At this time, Song Yinjian gently shook the golden Sanqing Bell in his hand. The crisp bell sound echoed in the mountains, as if announcing the progress of the ceremony to heaven and earth.

Then he announced loudly: "Offer incense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng walked slowly towards the crowd with a pile of carefully prepared incense in his hands, in a dignified manner.

After walking in front of the crowd, she began to distribute incense to everyone one by one.

After everyone received the incense, Song Yinjian led the crowd forward, respectfully inserted the incense in their hands into the incense burner, and then deeply worshipped the portrait of the emperor.

After burning incense, Song Yinjian took out a thick sacrificial text.

He cleared his throat slightly and began to read aloud in public.

The content mainly focuses on the various achievements of the Emperor in the past, the admiration of the Emperor by historical celebrities of Liyue, and then the people's heavy mourning and remembrance for his passing.

By the time he finished reading, his tongue and mouth were dry, mainly because Zhongli's achievements were so brilliant.

Then he threw the eulogy away.

In an instant, the paper with the sacrificial text fluttered in the air, and then suddenly caught fire. The orange-red flames danced on the edge of the paper like flying butterflies.

After a moment, the burning papers turned into ashes, conveying the emotions and thoughts contained in the sacrificial text to the world.

Chapter 100 Family, it’s time to give out benefits again

Song Yinjian stood on the stage and looked down. He saw dense crowds of people extending from the stage to several miles away, like a black ocean.

According to a rough estimate, nearly 600,000 residents of Liyue Harbor have arrived.

After the eulogy was read, the next part was that the Emperor’s friends Lishui, Liuyun and other immortals came up to speak and express their grief.