Genshin Impact: I wrote the plot into a novel to spoil the future

“I’ll go with you to see Lin Qiu,” Arecino said.

"What, are you going to target Lin Qiu to save me?" Dadalia laughed.

"My mission is to win over Lin Qiu, not to protect you."

"But I will attend your funeral." After saying that, Arecino ignored D'Artagnan and went upstairs.

"Why are all my colleagues like this?!"

Meanwhile, everyone was preparing for the victory banquet, and the preparations were not completed until nightfall.

Tables and chairs were set up in the open space of Qunyu Pavilion, where the immortals, the Seven Stars, the Big Dipper, the Death Star crew, and the Thousand Rock Army all sat.

Everyone sat together with their acquaintances, chatting and enjoying delicious food, fine wine, and good tea.

Fortunately, the real-world Qunyu Pavilion is quite large, and not all of the Thousand Rock Army participated in the battle, so it can still hold out.

"When I get back, I'll tell my wife that I fought the Demon God and won," one of the Thousand Rock soldiers said smugly.

His table was full of his good brothers, so they naturally wouldn't spoil his fun and all chimed in.

"Tell my sister-in-law I was handsome back then, and ask her to introduce some of her girlfriends to me!"

Ningguang looked at the laughing and chatting crowd with a smile. The fact that there were no casualties this time was the best news.

Normally, after winning a victory like this, no one would be in the mood to say these things.

Because some of the brothers who sat at the same table with them might not be able to come back.

"Tianquan, what is this terrace for?" one of the Seven Stars asked.

It turns out there's a platform here besides the tables and chairs. In this scene, is the purpose of this platform to say a few words?

This wasn't announced beforehand! Who's going on stage? What are they going to say?

The problem is, shouldn't we have said a few words before the meal? We've already finished eating.

“It was Lin Qiu and the others who built it,” Ningguang said.

She didn't know what the platform was for, but since it was Lin Qiu's request, she naturally complied with such a small request.

With both divine intervention and human resources, setting up such a platform is not difficult.

Speaking of immortals, they tend to be reclusive. Although they attended the celebration banquet, they all transformed into human form and sat in a corner, not wanting to attract attention.

Wendy was hanging out at this table, enjoying a glass of wine.

Zhongli sat beside him, the two gods not saying a word, one drinking wine and the other drinking tea.

The other immortals remained silent, and the meal was eaten quietly until Liu Yun spoke up.

"The food these humans make is really delicious. The automatic rice cooker I'm going to invent must taste even better than this." She became competitive.

"The Kitchen God taught humans how to cook, and I never imagined that humans would develop so many delicious foods today," Li Shui remarked, having not been in contact with humans for a long time.

"But we don't need to eat human food, so what's the use of this kind of ingenuity?" Xiaoyue asked, puzzled.

"It wasn't made for you guys." Liu Yun turned his head away.

"It seems Liu Yun has decided to come and live in Liyue Harbor." Grandma Ping understood what Liu Yun meant.

"Hmph, since you've all invited me like this, I'll naturally give you face," Liu Yun admitted.

Zhongli put down his teacup. "This is a good thing. I can help with the site selection, decoration, and furnishing."

"The old man knows so much!" Wendy exclaimed.

Zhongli glanced at Wendy. "Are you satisfied with the view?"

"Satisfied, extremely satisfied. I wonder if there will be any more free good wine like this in the future." Wendy hugged the wine bottle and rubbed her face against it.

"Free? Those who have done good should get free service, but you seem to have done nothing, so you should be paid," Zhongli teased.

"Hey? So, old man, you didn't do anything either, do you still have to pay?" Wendy asked.

“Of course, the bill has already been sent to the Northern Bank.” Zhongli nodded.

Wendy inwardly cursed, realizing he had no money left. The few bottles of wine he had drunk were his last savings, and they were money Yun Jin had given him for composing music.

Now they've even thrown the bottles to O'Sullivan, where's the money?

Just as I was thinking about how to escape from the old man, a person walked onto the terrace.

It wasn't the Seven Stars, nor an immortal, but Lin Qiu.

Although many people do not know Lin Qiu, it is likely that he is no ordinary person who can step onto the stage.

The crowd quieted down and looked at Lin Qiu, wondering what he had to say.

Lin Qiu said, "Everyone has finished eating and drinking."

"Finally, let's watch a play—The Goddess Splits the Temple—to take our final bow." With that, he stepped off the stage.

He was originally an announcer on stage, and he's really the most suitable person for this job; the mute Ying and Shen He are not good enough.

Hu Tao is quite talkative, but if she's asked to announce the program, she might end up stealing the show.

Everyone was taken aback. They had thought Lin Qiu would say a lot of things on stage, to encourage everyone, and to say something like "thank you for your hard work." But all they got was this one sentence.

Without much thought, the red curtain on the stage was slowly drawn back, and Yun Jin's figure appeared before everyone.

She was picked up by Lin Qiu, and they also met Zhong Li on the way.

"What a pity!"

With a single glance, her eyes shone brightly, as if they held a thousand tender emotions.

Everyone was surprised by this program and cheered before listening quietly.

Everyone has heard the story of the goddess splitting the temple. It was written by Yun Jin's father and has been around for some time.

The story begins with a goddess who draws her sword to fight against demons for the sake of others, ultimately protecting everyone else.

In today's context, they have all become 'goddesses' in the story.

Those present were all humans and immortals who had drawn their swords to confront the demon god for the sake of Liyue.

Wendy didn't want to run away anymore; this was a collaborative work, so of course she had to listen to it.

Mortal connections are fleeting, while immortal connections are boundless.

"Family harmony dissipates, the Crimson Mansion is invited away."

Shen He's expression remained unchanged, as if he were listening to a simple opera, someone else's story.

Several immortals, however, understood the story and became completely engrossed in it.

"The cranes have returned, but the former ornamental pillars are nowhere to be seen."

"Spider webs vainly weave a soul banner that flutters in vain."

"Cause and effect in this mortal world are fleeting—vanished like smoke."

The crowd cheered, because in their eyes, the story of the Goddess Splitting the Temple ended there.

Yun Jin looked up, her eyes reflecting the lights of the Jade Pavilion.

"The story of the Goddess Splitting the Mirror should be nearing its end here, but today, I will add another stroke."

"Singing to—you—listen—"

Chapter 109 Preparations for Writing the Book

"Highbrow art may not go unrecognized—there will always be discerning listeners and refined lyrics."

"The red-tasseled sword flutters like a star, pointing straight to the raging waves that wash the sea clean."

Yun Jin fell silent and softly recited:

"When the crane returned, it had no one to rely on in the vast world and departed alone."

"Today we meet again, with new and old friends filling the hall, gathering together at this moment."

After the song ended, there was a moment of silence.

"Okay!!" "Okay, okay!"

"color!!!"

Qianyan Army cheered and applauded. Before, when they heard the story of the goddess splitting the temple, they only thought it was a story.

Listening to it now feels like listening to their own story. It may not be the whole story, but haven't they just experienced some of it? Some people even cried while listening.

Especially the final recitation, with new and old friends filling the hall! This was truly their greatest expectation.

"How about it? Isn't my composition pretty good? Can I use it as payment for drinks? Sure, sure?" Wendy said.

“It’s really good.” Zhongli nodded. He liked the revised Goddess Split View even more.

Shen He rarely smiled; Lin Qiu, Gan Yu, Hu Tao, and Ying were sitting beside her.

Shen He had to admit that Yun Jin's musical talent was indeed slightly better than his junior brother's.

"Senior Sister Shen, you have a beautiful smile. You should learn from Hu Tao and smile more often," Lin Qiu said.

“Mr. Lin Qiu is right, but imitating Master Hu is a bit… um… too much?” Gan Yu agreed.

"My smile is perfectly natural. Where did I overdo it?" Hu Tao tilted her head, her face full of doubt.

"It's because you've been laughing the whole time, it's really asking Shen He to imitate you." Paimon wagged his little finger.

"Why don't you learn from me?" Yingmei said with a smile, hands on her hips.

Shen He really imitated Ying Mei, putting his hands on his hips, tilting his head back and laughing.

She smiled, but her eyes remained unchanged, giving off a forced, insincere smile.

"Oh, that's not how it is, it's like this!" Paimon corrected Shen He, making the exact same gesture and expression.

Shen He tried hard to imitate and seemed to have made a little progress.

Liu Yun looked at Shen He and said, "Shen He is indeed more suited to the mortal world."

"It's really good that you're so happy." Risui nodded.

"It's good to have friends," said Xiaoyue.

These immortals practically watched Shen He grow up, so naturally they hoped he would have a better life.

Yun Jin walked down from the stage and came to Lin Qiu's table.

"How was my singing?" Yun Jin asked Shen He with a gentle smile.

"I like it very much." Shen He's answer was the same as before.

"I'm glad you like it," Yun Jin said with a smile.

The group chatted and laughed, while Lin Qiu pondered the story of the third act.

This time, the third act is no longer about spoiling the future, but about recording history. Although this makes little difference to those who are unaware of the facts, the amount of information is still enormous.

Whether it's spoiling the future or recording history, the focus is on revealing Zhongli's identity.

Speaking of which, Ningguang's act of smashing the Qunyu Pavilion won her a lot of support. Lin Qiu plans to write about Ningguang's decision to smash the Qunyu Pavilion in the book.

Since it's a novel, it's normal to have psychological descriptions.

This way, the people of Liyue will know Ningguang's determination to protect Liyue.

This way, the power of the Seven Stars can be more stable. If Zhongli intends to return power to others, then the prestige of those 'people' must be increased.

While it's impossible for him to surpass the Geo Archon, at least he can make the people of Liyue more convinced of the Seven Stars.

Lin Qiu approached Zhong Li and, ignoring Wendy's constant chatter, quietly asked, "What did you talk about with the Fools at the Northern Bank?"

Zhongli looked at Lin Qiu and said, "You're going to expose my identity, and you still come to ask me for details. Isn't that a bit too much?"

"Since you know about my 'contract' with the Ice God, young friend, do you know what I discussed with the Fools?" Zhongli asked.

His young friend knew so many stories, but it turned out there were some he didn't know.

You know about the contract with the Ice God, but you don't know about the casual conversations with the Fools.

"As you know, prophets don't look into their own future, and the future I envision excludes my involvement." Lin Qiu had already prepared a plausible excuse.