Genshin Impact: The Sage's Disciple Doesn't Want Fame

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Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun transformed back into human form, stepped forward, touched Shen He's hair, and comforted him, "Alright, Ji Ming is a flirtatious boy by nature. You might as well stay by my side and cultivate in peace."

Shen He looked at him strangely: "Master, please don't speak ill of Junior Brother, it will hurt him."

"Why are you siding with outsiders?"

“Junior Brother Ji Ming is also your disciple, how can this be called siding with outsiders?” Shen He’s logic was clear, and his eyes were even more innocent. “Master, Junior Brother Ji Ming, Senior Sister Gan Yu and I are all family.”

Alright, you can protect your junior brother Ji Ming then. Don't come crying and begging to your teacher after Gan Yu has completely taken that child away.

Reaching out a finger and tapping Shen He's forehead, Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun smiled slightly. They could indeed be considered family. It would be great if Gan Yu and Ji Ming could come back to visit more often.

Well, one is the Seven Star Secretary, and the other is the newly enthroned young emperor; both are busy with their own affairs in Liyue Harbor.

Of course, True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng wasn't worried. After all, it was just a normal abdication. Although the Emperor had already stepped down, he would still help out. It was impossible for him to die immediately after abdicating; that would be too bizarre.

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Just as Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun was in a daze, a buzzing sound came from the cave's barrier, indicating that the person holding the immortal talisman had crossed the barrier and was now heading towards the cave.

In the entire Liyue, very few people possess immortal talismans. Lord Liuyun Jiefeng knows almost all of them, but the aura just now was very unfamiliar. Could that person have obtained the immortal talisman through illegitimate means?

The next second, Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun disappeared from the spot.

"Who goes there? Tell me your purpose."

The chattering Paimon was startled and quickly hid behind Ying. He mustered his courage and peeked out, whispering, "Ji Ming sent us. Are you True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng?"

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it. Ji Ming said that the True Lord of Liuyun Borrowing the Wind is a crane that looks delicious. This beautiful woman is obviously not the True Lord of Liuyun Borrowing the Wind."

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun's veins bulged, and he said with a forced smile, "Oh, is that what Ji Ming said? I am Ji Ming's master, the Three-Eyed Five Manifestations Immortal Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun. Just call me Xianyun."

Paimon blinked, and the cute little mascot panicked, running around to the front and hugging Luminous's head, wailing, "Traveler, we're doomed!"

Ying remained calm, pulled Paimon down, and smiled, "It's Ji Ming who's talking badly about us, what does it have to do with us?"

Paimon paused for a moment, then questioned, "Traveler, are you taking revenge on Ji Ming?"

"How could we dare? He's the Little Emperor; it's our honor to have him run errands for us."

It's confirmed. The traveler is really resentful, probably because he didn't benefit from Ji Ming's influence and was ordered to run errands, and without any pay.

The traveler is quite the money-grubber; lately he's been obsessed with collecting colorful rough stones, though it's unclear what he'll be collecting them for.

Paimon sighed, flew to the side of True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng, and pretended to be old and stern: "True Lord, actually Ji Ming didn't say anything bad about you, please don't take it seriously."

Just because the Traveler is trash doesn't mean Paimon is trash too. She doesn't want Ji Ming to be misunderstood by Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun.

After all, by the time the Traveler finds his brother, it will be the time for the Traveler to leave Teyvat. Little Paimon will probably be unable to leave Teyvat, so he will have to find another way out.

After repaying her debt of gratitude and completing her guide mission, Paimon ran off to seek refuge with Ji Ming, hoping that this young emperor wouldn't look down on her.

"Never mind, I didn't take it seriously."

Really? Your expression just now seemed to indicate that you were taking it seriously, My Lord.

Ying stepped forward and smiled politely: "I'm sorry, I was just joking. Ji Ming sent me here to inform the immortals of Liyue about something."

"What is it that you would receive a celestial talisman?"

As soon as he finished speaking, True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng suddenly had a bad feeling.

Ying truthfully replied, "The Emperor has passed away."

Wha...what? !

How could the Emperor possibly have passed away...?

Calm down. The Emperor always has a deeper meaning in his actions, and Ji Ming is also a sensible child. It's impossible that the Emperor would only send a stranger to inform him when he passed away.

Perhaps the Emperor had not actually passed away. Thinking of this, True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng felt much more at ease.

Shen He, who had just arrived, felt extremely guilty upon hearing this. She suddenly realized that she hadn't told her master about this, so she immediately turned around and walked back.

With a gloomy face, Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun turned around and said, "Shen He, where are you going?"

Shen He stopped and turned around, looking at Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun with the same adorable eyes he had when he was a child, trying to win back his master's love.

“Being cute won’t work, Shen He.”

As Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun slowly approached, Shen He, who had no expression, also began to retreat step by step, maintaining a perfect distance between master and disciple.

Finally, with nowhere left to retreat and facing a desperate situation, the girl seemed to recall a terrible memory from her childhood. Under the rather subtle gazes of Ying and Paimon, she slowly raised her hand to cover her buttocks.

"Master, could you please go a little easier on me?"

Chapter 190: Methods to Combat Wear and Tear (Wendy's Version)

"Judging by the time, Ying and Paimon should have arrived at Mount Ozang by now."

Inside the courtyard, Ji Ming sat idly, holding a wine cup. To his left was a retired old man elegantly sipping tea, and to his right was a man chugging a bottle of Monde liquor.

Sandwiched between two retired demon gods, Ji Ming didn't feel awkward at all; on the contrary, he was quite amused. With him there, the two demon gods who wanted to chat would have to be careful about what they talked about.

After all, Old Master Zhongli doesn't want to reveal his identity yet. What does Morax's death have to do with him, the Prefect of Guili County?

Seeing that Ji Ming was finally willing to speak, Wendy put down her wine bottle: "Did you send the traveler to inform your master?"

“Yes, the late emperor has passed away. As his successor, I must give him a grand celebration. First of all, I must invite a celestial being like my master.”

"And then?"

"The Emperor's passing is something that cannot be kept secret from neighboring countries. As the young Emperor, I naturally have to invite the gods from other countries as well."

Armin, do you want to laugh at yourself for saying that? Let's not even talk about the gods of other countries, you yourself are the new wind god of Mondstadt, are you asking yourself for help?

Wendy blinked, and Ji Ming blinked back, and the two began a strange, encrypted conversation.

Zhongli tried to join in, but because he was too serious and the oldest person present, he ultimately failed to decipher the encrypted call between the other two.

"Young friend, do you have any good ideas about the funeral of the former Rock God?"

Oh my, so you've finally taken the bait?

Old Deng, as expected, couldn't suppress his doubts. Even if he was faking his death, would he still be interested in his own funeral?

Ji Ming curled his lips and said cheerfully, "Oh dear, the passing of the former emperor was like a bolt from the blue for me. It has made me extremely sad. I must hold a grand funeral for him with state honors!"

Young friend, you don't seem to feel sad at all. Why don't you pretend for a little while?

Zhongli's feelings were somewhat complicated, but he cooperated quite well and pressed on, "What kind of state honors will be bestowed upon him?"

Liyue is a land of etiquette. As the saying goes, nothing can be accomplished without rules. Liyue values ​​order and various customs have their own rules, including funerals.

If a commoner dies of old age, wealthy families would hire a skilled coffin maker to create a finely crafted and durable coffin for the deceased, or they could simply buy one from a funeral parlor and get a free burial plot and tombstone.

If a family is poor and stingy, they will simply go to a crematorium for cremation, put the ashes in a medium-sized jar, and bury them in the fields or mountains of their hometown, which is considered returning to their roots.

Families of high standing often buried their dead in their own ancestral graves and then erected a memorial tablet in their ancestral hall.

The problem is that the deceased is the former emperor, a powerful demon god of a nation, and cannot be dealt with simply by setting up a memorial tablet.

Inviting high-ranking guests from various countries to a banquet, and using the funeral as an opportunity to discuss trade and diplomacy with other nations to confirm the legitimacy of the new dynasty—these were all necessary steps.

If you want to invite high-ranking guests from various countries, then the funeral must be held in a grand and magnificent manner, and it absolutely cannot be shabby. That is why ten million Mora is not enough to hold a funeral.

“Of course, it will be a royal funeral,” Ji Ming turned his head, wanting to tease Zhong Li. “Wendy, what are funerals like in Mondstadt? I mean, the royal family’s funeral.”

Wendy understood immediately and said with a mischievous smile, "Let the breeze carry the ashes away, letting the soul of the deceased drift far away and towards freedom."

Looking at Zhongli, Ji Ming said succinctly, "What do you think about scattering the former emperor's ashes?"

This kid, he wouldn't really want to do that, would he?!

Zhongli coughed a few times and quickly stopped him: "Young friend, Mondstadt is not the same as Liyue. The customs of the two countries are different. Perhaps this will be appreciated by the people of Mondstadt, but the people of Liyue may be outraged."

In front of all the people of Liyue and foreign guests, the young emperor picked up a bucket and scattered the ashes of the former emperor. The scene was unimaginable.

"Don't worry, I won't do that."

Hearing this, Zhong Li felt relieved. Since Ji Ming had said so, it meant that he would definitely not do such a thing.

Unexpectedly, Ji Ming looked at him with a smile and asked, "Minister Zhongli, as a guest of the Hall of Rebirth, you should be very familiar with the business of funerals, right?"

Unsure of Ji Ming's intentions, but with the intention of answering every question, Zhong Li replied truthfully: "Of course, among the many employees of the Hall of Rebirth, I am the most experienced guest elder."

“I have decided that on the day of the late emperor’s burial, I will have you, Minister Zhongli, carry the coffin.”

Zhongli's lips twitched, and he said in a subtle tone, "Young friend, I'm afraid this is inappropriate."

Ji Ming asked, "What's wrong with that?"

"I am merely the Prefectural Assistant of Guili County, far inferior to your esteemed status, young friend. Why don't you carry the coffin to express your deep sorrow?"

Wow, this old Deng actually knows how to scam people.

Ji Ming is willing to carry the coffin. It's no fun to do something secretly by yourself. If you're going to do something, you have to do it in front of all the people of Liyue and the foreign guests. That's what you call the true art of doing something.

Of course, there's a limit to how much you can go on pranks. Just make everyone chuckle in unison, but going too far could cause Li Yue and him to lose face.

"Alright then, I'll go carry the coffin, and you, Minister Zhongli, must come too. This is the young emperor's order, unless you intend to disobey."

Zhongli sighed and said helplessly, "As you command, but the body of the former Rock God is enormous, and it is impossible for just two people to move it."

That's easy, just add two more people, isn't that enough?

All three present realized the answer. Seeing Zhongli and Ji Ming looking at her, Wendy gave an ambiguous smile: "Ming, do you need something from me?"