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

Song Yinjian, Xianyun and Ganyu stood quietly outside the cave, each with a hint of concern on their faces, their eyes fixed on the direction of the cave.

Although he knew in his heart that Shen He's breakthrough to the Mahayana realm was almost a foregone conclusion, he still couldn't help but worry about what accidents might happen.

After a while, the already surging spiritual energy suddenly accelerated, like a huge whirlpool, madly devouring all the spiritual energy around it.

At the same time, an extremely powerful aura continued to rise rapidly from the cave, eventually breaking through its own limits and reaching a new boundary.

In an instant, a rosy glow appeared in the sky, and heavenly music filled the air. The scene was magnificent and gorgeous.

At this point, there was one more Mahayana True Lord in the world.

Then, the door of the cave slowly opened.

Shen He's figure gradually appeared in everyone's sight.

After not seeing her for several months, she is still as cool and elegant as ever, like a fairy who is not affected by the mundane world.

Her silver-white hair flowed down her graceful figure like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the breeze.

The red rope tied around her body looked particularly bright and eye-catching under the warm winter sun, reflecting the tenderness deep in her heart. When Shen He saw the figures of Song Yinjian and others, his ice-blue eyes gradually took on a different color, with a touch of warmth and joy.

A gentle smile spread across her face, "Master, Senior Sister, and Junior Brother."

The slightly hoarse voice revealed a deep attachment to the three people in front of him.

Xianyun looked at Shen He with satisfaction, "Shen He, it is my fortune to have such an outstanding disciple like you."

Shen He bowed slightly and saluted Xianyun respectfully. He said in a soft but firm voice, "Master, if it weren't for your adoption and teaching, how could I have come this far?"

Upon hearing this, Xianyun showed a relieved smile on his face.

But soon, her expression became a little unnatural.

Shen He was staring at Song Yinjian, his eyes filled with tenderness, as if the only person left in the world was the man in front of him.

Song Yinjian did the same, his eyes fixed on Shen He, his eyes revealing deep love.

Xianyun cursed inwardly as "traitor". She gently pulled Ganyu, who looked confused, away from here, leaving this space to them.

After they left, Song Yinjian slowly walked up to her and called softly, "Senior Sister, I missed you so much."

After saying that, he hugged Shen He in his arms, lowered his head, and pressed his lips hard against her thin lips.

Shen He's heart was filled with love, and she responded actively and enthusiastically to her lover's kiss.

After a long time, the two slowly separated, each of them breathing a little rapidly.

Shen He looked at him with a dazed look in her eyes, a hint of charm on her cold face. She said softly, "Junior brother, untie my red rope!"

Song Yinjian naturally knew what she meant and nodded without hesitation, "Yes."

Afterwards, Shen He used all his strength to display the spiritual power of a Mahayana cultivator, and light flashed around him.

She took the Song Yin sword and returned to the immortal rituals like a stream of light.

Next, the thunder in the sky ignited the fire in the earth, and the junior brother Huashen Zhenjun "jumped over the level" to challenge the senior sister Dacheng Zhenjun. The room was filled with strong love and passion.

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Chapter 211 Divine Soul and Divine Throne

Song Yinjian originally thought that he could "challenge opponents of higher levels" with the help of the Immortal Ancestor's transformation technique.

However, after a fierce actual combat, he found that he was still thinking too simply.

The gap between the Shenhua realm and the Mahayana realm is like a chasm, and he has absolutely no resistance to Shen He.

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It was five days later when Song Yinjian walked out of the room again.

He supported his aching waist, staggered a little, and walked into the courtyard in a rather awkward manner.

At this time, the stupid donkey in the corner saw his appearance and brayed twice, as if laughing at him.

Song Yinjian turned his head and said quietly, "Planner, we don't need you anymore. Why don't we make you into donkey meat BBQ?"

The planner quickly shook his big head, then lowered his head and acted submissive.

Song Yinjian was too lazy to pay attention to this "jerk" and just made himself a cup of Chenyu Xian Tea, adding wolfberries to it.

Then, lie lazily on the lounge chair and enjoy the warm sunshine of the winter afternoon.

He raised his head and looked at the blue sky and white clouds, his thoughts quietly drifting away.

The coming of the Fontaine prophecy is about two or three months away, and this time is just after Liyue's Lantern Festival.

During this period, he planned to go to Inazuma first to hold a ceremony to send off the immortals for the Fox Palace, and then return to Liyue and go to Chenyu Valley to hold a ceremony to send off the immortals for the Three Chenyu Immortals.

Although the cultivation points gained from these two ceremonies of sending off the immortals would not be too many, they would definitely be much better than ordinary funerals.

Moreover, he has now become a True God. If he continues to bury mortals, it would be a loss of status.

Song Yinjian didn't have too many thoughts about the Fontaine Crisis and planned to follow the original plot.

The death of Fukaros is truly regrettable, but there is currently no good way to prevent this tragedy from happening.

Then he got up and went out to buy groceries.

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In the evening, Song Yinjian returned to the store carrying the dishes he had bought.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard of the immortal family rituals, he saw Li Shui standing there with a playful look on his face.

"Junior Brother Yin Jian, would you like me to give you some elixirs to replenish your essence and blood? You are clearly suffering from kidney deficiency."

Song Yinjian would certainly not admit that he had kidney deficiency. His face flushed slightly, and he shouted, "Uncle Lishui, what right do you have to defame me? I'm a Divine Transformation cultivator. How could I have kidney deficiency? Do I look like that kind of person?"

Li Shui chuckled, "So, do you still want these elixirs?"

Song Yinjian stretched out his hand without hesitation, "I want it."

Then he added, "I have a friend who needs to replenish his essence and blood."

Li Shui did not expose him again, but just waved his sleeve lightly, and a large pile of spiritual medicines quietly floated in the air.

Li Shui smiled and said, "Junior Brother Yin Jian, these should be enough for you to make up for a year or two."

Song Yinjian quickly put all the elixirs into his Qiankun bag, with a joyful smile on his face.

After thanking Lishui, he turned and went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Not long after, Zhongli arrived on time.

Then, the three of them sat together in the dim afterglow, drinking and chatting, and the atmosphere was lively and peaceful.

When the moon was high in the sky, the night enveloped the entire courtyard and the aroma of tea rose in the air.

Song Yinjian looked across at Zhongli, who was leisurely sipping tea, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes. He asked, "Emperor, is there any way to separate the soul of the ruling god in the mortal world from the throne?"

After hearing his words, Zhongli was slightly startled, and then gave an unexpected answer, "The ruling spirits and thrones of the mortal world are originally independent of each other.

It's just that some weaker earthly rulers, when they need to use their divine power, will place their souls in the throne."

Upon hearing this, Song Yinjian sighed inwardly.

Before becoming the God of Water, Fucaros was just a pure water spirit. His strength was not that strong at all. When using his divine power, he naturally needed the power of the throne.

To use a half-hearted metaphor, she is like a driver driving a vehicle towards destruction, unable to jump out midway.

He then asked, "Is there any power that can destroy the throne?"

Zhongli pondered for a long time, then said, "From a common sense perspective, the power required to destroy the throne of God would be unimaginably huge.

Such power hardly exists in this world."

He paused and looked at Song Yinjian, "However, your Light of Purification is the purest and sharpest power I have ever seen. Perhaps you can give it a try."

As he spoke, he casually summoned out his throne.

In an instant, a throne shining with golden light appeared in the courtyard. It was sacred and luxurious, exuding an aura of majesty.

Seeing this, Song Yinjian smiled and said, "Emperor, aren't you afraid that I will destroy your throne?"

Zhongli replied calmly, “This thing has no value to me.

If possible, I hope that the one who gets the throne is Guizhong."

When Song Yinjian heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

In his impression, Zhongli has always been a very reserved person who almost never expresses his emotions easily. But he was a little surprised that he had expressed his feelings for Guizhong so clearly just now.

Chapter 212 Mo Mang Palace

The cold moonlight fell on the courtyard like silver gauze. Song Yinjian and Xianyun sat opposite each other and chatted.

Unlike before, Song Yinjian was the one narrating most of the time.

The content is mostly about interesting things that happened in the past when handling funerals, which reflects the warmth and coldness of human nature in the world.

Some make people laugh, while others make people feel deeply moved.

As Song Yinjian continued to tell the story, Xianyun gradually understood why this traitor of his could understand people's hearts so well.

He has witnessed too many deaths and separations, and these experiences have given him a deeper understanding of human nature.

Just as she was immersed in those interesting things, Song Yinjian's hand quietly reached out and held her soft hand.

After she realized it, she made a symbolic struggle as usual. This was her last stand as a master.

Song Yinjian did not push his luck any further, but occasionally pinched her hand gently, feeling the soft touch.

When it was almost dawn, he said goodbye and left, returning to the Xian family courtyard to prepare breakfast for the day.

Not long after, Ganyu walked in with light steps.

Her figure looked exceptionally elegant in the morning light, yet her sparkling eyes held a hint of complexity.

If her master Xianyun hadn't asked her to come, she probably wouldn't have come here again because it would disturb her junior sisters and brothers.

Song Yinjian was thick-skinned enough to pretend nothing happened, still with a smile on his face.

But Shen He was shy and didn't dare to face his senior sister.

She is not actually the kind of person who indulges in lust, but her physical condition is special. After releasing the red rope that binds her soul, her lust for the person she loves will be magnified several times.

"Senior Sister Ganyu, I... I..."

After walking out of the room, Shen He opened his lips, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to start.

Seeing this, Ganyu was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Just when the atmosphere became awkward, Song Yinjian stepped forward, holding Gan Yu with his left hand and Shen He with his right hand, with a gentle smile on his face, and said, "Senior Sister, let's have breakfast first!"

As he spoke, he pulled the two of them to the dining table filled with various breakfast items.

Afterwards, the three of them enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast together.

After breakfast, the awkwardness between them had long since disappeared, and the atmosphere returned to its previous harmony and love.

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Fontainebleau, the top floor of Momang Palace.

In an elegant and gorgeous room, Funina, who had just finished a day of hard work, was now listlessly lying in front of the desk.

Her hair was a little messy, and the iconic white hair on her head drooped limply.

Over the long years, the constant acting was like a heavy shackle, weighing down her soul and exhausting it.

If she hadn't held on to the firm belief that all the people of Fontaine could survive, she really felt that she might completely collapse at any time.

After a while, the door was gently opened.

Her housekeeper Sedna from Melrose sent her her favorite little cake and a novel called "The Bell Never Tolls".

Seeing the familiar little cake, a glimmer of light finally appeared in Funina's dull eyes, and she gradually regained some of her energy.

She sat up straight, stretched out her slender fingers, gently picked up a small piece of cake, put it in her mouth, and savored the familiar deliciousness.

At the same time, her other hand slowly opened the novel.

"The summer cicadas chirped, sometimes loud and sometimes soft. One day, near the end of summer, Morax saw the long-dead Guizhong..."