Genshin Impact: I am the only one who can bring disaster to Teyvat

"Add a little wisdom, add a little scheming, and caution is also an indispensable character. However, it needs to be well balanced with bravery. Being too cautious or too brave is not good."

Purple soup was boiling in the furnace baked by flames. Watching the weapons he threw in being corroded into molten iron and then quickly mixed with the soup, Miyu Chiyo couldn't help but frowned, watching the soup splashing out vigilantly.

She doubted whether the base ingredient used by Huzhai Palace was the soup that Ying had just cooked two days ago. Otherwise, ordinary water would not evolve into this state even if more strange things were added to it!

Miyu Chiyo recalled some unpleasant feelings and took a step back imperceptibly. At the same time, she was secretly wary of the possibility that Kitsusaigong would use her as a scapegoat.

"This shouldn't be Ying's soup, right?"

Arriving at the agreed location on time, looking at a round eyeball surging in it, Zhen's throat moved slightly, walked around the roof to the side of Kitsusai Palace, and took out the Nagging Inahi.

"What on earth are you thinking? Even if Ying's cooking is bad, it's not this bad." Nagikusa no Inahi was used as a spoon to stir the soup. It seemed that an invisible martial spirit fell into it. Kitsune Saigiya righteously retorted:

"You guys are going to make Ying very sad, okay? You should at least wait until her ideas really go this far. Then it will be reasonable for you to be so vigilant. Now it's a bit groundless."

"The main reason is that Ying did corrupt a spatula recently..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand the situation! I won't make this mistake again next time."

Holding Shin's hand and bowing deeply, Kitsaigong straightened up and took out a wine barrel that smelled of blood from his tail and put it in Shin's hand, saying in a rude and domineering manner:

"Next, please slowly pour the dragon's blood in this bucket. I can't tell you how much to put in. I can only slowly see how the soup looks like. But I have prepared a blending agent."

Kitsusai took out another wine barrel and placed it in Chiyo's arms.

She sighed softly, "The blood inside is the blood of Baichen Fox Fairy. After hearing that I was going to do something big, my clansmen volunteered to donate their blood."

"But why do I feel like it smells a little familiar?" Miyu Chiyo lowered her head and sniffed carefully. Her sharp sense of smell made her realize that something was wrong.

She knew the people of Huzhai Palace very well. They were all the kind of people who would rather die than let their friends die. They would definitely run away immediately after hearing that they had to donate blood. How could it be possible? They were really so stupid as to donate blood?

Kitsaigong tilted his head guiltily: "Well, this is indeed my blood. When I went to find them, they ran away without even saying a word. I had no choice but to go into battle myself."

"But it doesn't matter! I caught them again when they thought they were safe." He fumbled for a rope on the trunk of the cherry tree behind him, and Kitsusai Palace pulled it gently. The foxes that were tied up and dyed in various colors fell down one after another.

They were hung upside down, with ball gags in their mouths, their eyes were bloodshot, and they were stammering about words that sounded very dirty.

"Little monster, you dare to act so presumptuously in front of me without nine tails. Humph~ If the blood of Baichen Fox Fairy is not enough, I will draw blood from them! At least one hundred times first."

"Zaigong, where did you find the dragon blood?" Shin unscrewed the stopper and looked at the dragon blood with golden threads inside. "Don't go looking for Morax. He just looks like a dragon, but he actually has nothing to do with dragons."

Compared to these gods who like to have a fixed image of themselves, Morax is more or less ever-changing.

"I'm looking for Barbatos. As for where he got the bucket of dragon's blood, that's a matter of opinion. It has nothing to do with us anyway. It doesn't matter whether Barbatos got Tvarin drunk, knocked him out, or tricked him."

"But it's also possible that he went to Nata to find a few little dragons."

"Whatever. Dragon blood is so pure anyway, any dragon from anywhere will do."

Huzaigong didn't care about these details. She only needed high-purity dragon blood. It didn't matter whose dragon blood it was. Even if it was Rhoda's blood that Barbatos secretly drew, it would be fine.

"Let's add a little bit of dragon blood first, then a little bit of fox blood, and finally pick some petals from the sacred cherry tree to cover the bloody smell..."

“It looks like she’s cooking.”

Mona took a bite of the bitter chocolate that replenished her energy, and looked at the scene in the crystal ball, feeling a little depressed: "Logically speaking, divination cannot produce such a clear picture."

If astrologers could achieve this level of display, they would have been sought after by thousands of people long ago. Even investigating crimes would have to be done by astrologers. They would only need to sit at the crime scene and the process of the murderer committing the crime would immediately appear.

Unfortunately, this is something that will never happen.

Most of what astrologers see are some blurry fragments of images, and occasionally only some texts. It is impossible for them to see the entire destiny in a coherent way. This is the protection of destiny, the protection of astrologers.

"It's a bit strange. The fate of the sacred cherry tree is really a bit strange. I always feel that I should predict the future, not the past. These occasional mentions have a weird sense of incongruity." Mona sighed.

"If the old woman were here, she would be able to find more problems. I don't dare to predict the future. Unless I reach a realm like the old woman, predicting such a weird fate will only lead to unimaginable disasters."

The light-colored pupils trembled slightly, and Nashida suddenly realized something.

In the future but not in the past, could the God Sakura Tree be that kind of existence? But even the World Tree cannot really make changes. The power of fate will turn everything back to the trajectory of history that has already happened. At most, the people involved will be replaced...

If this is true, the secrets hidden by the sacred cherry tree are unimaginable. Senior Baal seems to know a lot of knowledge that is taboo in Teyvat, which is far more precious and more dangerous than the historical records of the times before the Demon War.

Looking at Baalzebul who was fighting, Nashida remained silent.

However, it seemed that Senior Baalzebul of the same era did not seem to know much. Perhaps it was because there was no ruling god at that time and he was still a demon god. Or maybe he was protected too well by his sister and never had the opportunity to come into contact with these things.

"Not enough! Not enough! Still not enough!"

The ordinary knowledge about the past events of the sun and the moon had always been deeply hidden in his heart. Baalzebub, who thought he was hiding a big secret, slashed the incoming thunder tornado with his sword, grabbed a glimmer of light, and shouted:

"Is this all your determination? You haven't fully tapped your potential. Keep squeezing your body. The power of authority shouldn't be used so roughly!"

"Use everything you are good at, and use your spirit to truly touch the authority... Hmm~"

"I will abide by justice and will never turn a blind eye to evil. This is the duty of a samurai. General, I will keep this oath."

"The revival of the sect rests entirely on me. The heavy burden should not be borne by my brothers and sisters. I am the only one who needs to move forward with all my strength."

"Where are you? My friend, my dear friend..."

The returning spirit brought a somewhat huge shock to his memory. Lei Dianying's scolding suddenly paused, and the Rice Light of the Grass in his hand subconsciously drew a semicircle, and the sharp lightning blade swept out.

Her dazed mind froze, and she tried to say the rest of the words, but the impact of her memories made it difficult for her to speak.

The sharp claws tore through the lightning blade that swept over, and the bright golden pupils quietly changed. The figure that was no different from that of an ordinary human suddenly swelled, and the yellow body emerged, swallowing up the dazed Lei Dianying in one gulp.

The corner of Yae Shinko's eye twitched.

Isn’t this just looking for fault?

Ying is not an ordinary person. She will never be reduced to ashes by the lightning in your body. If she just raises her knife and pokes you casually, you will roll on the ground and beg for mercy. You haven't read any strange novels at all!

"Something's not right." Nashida's face was tense.

"Son of God, be prepared. Senior Ying's guidance just now was not complete. It is too early to have authority and spirit come into contact with each other for the first time..."