“Sister Guizhong, don’t be so stingy.” Piers stood up and leaned in beside Guizhong with a slightly ingratiating air, but Guizhong still ignored him.
Piers stood there thinking for a while, then suddenly lay back down on the sofa.
“Say, Sister Guizhong, you’ve been dead for so many years—did you know that Liuyun Borne o’er the Wind has taken on a new disciple?” “Of course I know.
Over three thousand years ago, didn’t little Ganyu already take Liuyun as her master?” Guizhong got a little angry whenever this came up.
She had wanted to take little Ganyu as her own disciple too—little Ganyu was so adorable, and yet she’d been tricked away by Liuyun.
It was simply infuriating.
“Of course I’m not talking about Ganyu—I mean the human disciple Liuyun Borne o’er the Wind recently took in, also a genius.
At such a young age, this disciple has already mastered the use of adeptal arts, and can even lift tens of thousands of catties with one hand.” “There’s such a thing?” “Of course.
If we go to Liyue, we might even run into them.
Sister Guizhong, surely you wouldn’t want the disciple you turn out to be inferior to Liuyun Borne o’er the Wind’s?” In that moment, Guizhong was moved.
For thousands of years she had competed with Liuyun Borne o’er the Wind.
Before, it had mostly been contests of mechanism arts, and she’d basically always won.
The only thing she couldn’t accept was that little Ganyu had chosen Liuyun as her master.
So now that Piers had suddenly brought up Liuyun having a new disciple, her competitive spirit was instantly stirred.
“Come closer.
I’ll teach you all the adeptal arts I know.” Guizhong beckoned, but Piers didn’t move.
“Aiya~, I suddenly feel so tired.
Maybe let’s not learn for now—we can do it after we get back from Liyue.” “No way!” Guizhong, who was really just a soul-form, puffed out one cheek, her little face flushed red.
“You have to learn it!
Once you’ve learned it, go find Liuyun in Liyue, and you absolutely must challenge her new disciple to a match!” “Haah~, so tired.
Maybe let’s just forget it.
After all, she’s lived so much longer than you—her attainment in the adeptal arts is surely better than yours.
There’s no need to even compete.” Piers had a lazy, languid air about him.
Guizhong stood barefoot on the floor, stamping her feet in anger, yet she had absolutely no way to deal with him.
“How about this—as long as you promise to train hard during the trip to Liyue, I’ll grant you one request, anything within my power.” Seeing that it was about enough, Piers finally stretched, putting on a very reluctant look.
“All right, all right.
Sister Guizhong, you’d better keep your word.” “Hmph, I am Haagentus, the Archon of Dust, and I most certainly honor my contracts.” “Well then, let’s begin.” Seeing that Piers had finally agreed, Guizhong, as if afraid he’d go back on it, instantly gathered white light in her hand and drove it straight into the spot between Piers’s brows.
This time took longer than ever before.
The white light lasted a full two minutes, and at the very end, with one last technique remaining, Guizhong suddenly withdrew her hand.
“This one I can’t teach you yet.
I’m sure that Liuyun hasn’t passed this adeptal art down to her disciples either.
What you have is enough.” Though Piers had stirred up her competitive spirit, in the end she hadn’t lost her reason.
After the white light entered his body, Piers closed his eyes and began to cultivate.
No one knew how much time passed; the Electro Cicin Mage who came to bring food was also kept outside the door.
It wasn’t until the next morning that Piers slowly opened his eyes, a dust-white gleam flickering within them.
“Finished learning already?” Seeing Piers wake, Guizhong was clearly a little surprised.
After all, this time she had handed over nearly all the adeptal arts she knew.
To advance further from here, he couldn’t rely on techniques alone—he’d have to cultivate himself, absorbing Lightrealm power to strengthen his own being.
“No, I’m still far from done.
Sister Guizhong gave me a bit too much at once—I’ll probably need some time to digest it.
Seems I’m not such an absurd genius after all.” Piers scratched his head a little awkwardly.
“Enough, you’re already the fastest I’ve ever seen.
Even little Ganyu took decades to learn these things.” As she was speaking, the cabin suddenly jolted, and the unprepared Piers nearly tumbled off the sofa.
“Have we arrived?” “Lord Piers?
Lord Piers, are you in there?” A somewhat anxious voice came from outside the door.
“Thank goodness.
We kept calling for you yesterday with no response, and we didn’t dare barge in.” “Yesterday was indeed a special circumstance.
The ship just stopped, didn’t it?
Have we reached Liyue?” “Our ship has already reached Liyue’s Yunlai Sea, but we’ve been stopped by The Alcor.
We’ve come to ask you what we should do next.” “I’ll go out right now.
Leave it to me.” “Yes, sir.” With that, Piers got up, dressed, pushed open the cabin door, and walked out onto the deck.
In the distance was a wooden ship, about the same size as the one Piers stood on, its cannons currently trained right at them.
“Captain Beidou, we’re friendlies, friendlies—don’t get so worked up.” Piers called out and waved.
Hearing this, Beidou aboard The Alcor was visibly taken aback, and stepped right up onto the prow of the ship.
“What nonsense are you spouting?
I’ve never seen you before.
Besides, your ship flies the emblem of the Fatui.
The Tianquan has already issued an order forbidding large Fatui vessels from entering Liyue’s waters—any spotted are to be sunk on sight.” “I advise you to turn back immediately, or don’t blame us aboard The Alcor for showing no mercy.” Seeing that Beidou looked just about ready to light the fuse and fire, Piers suddenly took a few steps forward, walking straight off the deck—but he didn’t fall.
Instead, his whole body hung in midair, and step by step he slowly walked toward The Alcor.
“Captain Beidou, we were sent by the Cryo Tsaritsa.
We wish to offer an apology and ease relations between Liyue and Snezhnaya.
I’d still hope you might report this to the Tianquan.” Watching Piers stand in the air and walk step by step toward The Alcor, Beidou was stunned.
“What the heck?
Am I seeing things?
How is that man walking on air—could it be adeptal arts?
No, no—I’ve heard Snezhnaya has a race of fae; he must be wielding some kind of faerie power.” Beidou was, after all, well-traveled and widely knowledgeable.
She’d been to every nation and knew that the fae of Inazuma and Snezhnaya could do some miraculous things, just like the adeptal arts of Liyue’s adepti.
“The Qixing long ago issued the order forbidding large Fatui vessels from entering.
If you come any closer, we’ll have no choice but to open fire.” “My lord, be careful!” The Electro Cicin Mage on the deck behind him spoke up in warning, a hint of panic in her voice.
“It’s fine.
Stay where you are.
No matter what happens, don’t follow.
I’ll go over alone.” Piers raised a hand to cut them off, and continued forward.
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