Genshin Impact's Incense Burner Of Liyue.

Chapter 182: Genshin Impact's Incense Burner Of Liyue [182] [X-MAS]



Merry Christmas!

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After a strict round of price adjustments and some less-than-meticulous calculations, Xiao's accumulated dining debt at Wangshu Inn was finally tallied. The effort involved one innkeeper, a salted fish, half a bandit, and half a chef.

"Well, that should settle it," Gu Sanqiu declared. "I'll leave this silver note here. Next time... if he comes by to eat, just deduct it from this."

Gu Sanqiu continued, "And if the opportunity arises, try asking if he needs anything. If money runs out, a letter to Liyue Harbor will suffice."

Filgudette picked up the silver note with a slight look of surprise. "This... That guest usually just orders almond tofu. Isn't this a bit too much?"

"That's precisely why I'm asking you to check if he needs anything else," Gu Sanqiu replied, shaking his head. "Living alone, one should always have a place to replenish their supplies."

Although he had no idea what Yaksha immortals might need, he doubted it was Mora or anything mundane. The only thing he could offer now was a meager amount of care.

If he could somehow get his hands on something like a "Corrupted God Spawn Refresh Location Map," maybe he could lead a team of Millelith elites to farm levels and lighten Xiao's burden. But such a thing was probably beyond even his grandfather's reach.

Scratching his chin, Gu Sanqiu mused that if anyone could create such a map, it might be Keqing, with her administrative prowess, combined with knowledge from the great Geo Lord himself. As Liyue's supreme leyline authority, the Geo Lord might be able to sense the corrupted gods' movements through the leyline's memory.

Still, he had no psychological burden the last time he and his grandfather visited Jueyun Karst.

Back then, he had no idea about their ancestors' peculiar antics.

"So what if it's Azhdaha? I used to farm him weekly!" (Crossed out.)

Now, however, knowing all that he did, approaching Lord Azhdaha felt daunting. Not to mention that his strength was overwhelming—enough to obliterate him with a single strike.

With his family's inherited tendency for recklessness, Gu Sanqiu worried that his mouth might slip about their ancestors treating Azhdaha as a dumping ground. Worse still, casually mentioning his forebears might trigger unpleasant memories for the Geo Lord, which could lead to... getting sealed beneath the leyline.

Perhaps he should preemptively book a special package from Hu Tao at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, just in case. That way, if he got squashed, someone could at least dig him out.

But that storyline felt absurd.

Legend had it, beneath the Five-Fingered Mountain of Lord Azhdaha, a mortal with a reckless spirit endured purification to cleanse their heart of darkness. Rescued by a disciple of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, the mortal then embarked on a journey across the Seven Nations to seek enlightenment...

Wait, would that make me Sun Wukong?

A shiver ran through Gu Sanqiu as he forcibly kicked that bizarre thought out of his mind.

Being trapped under the leyline and missing out on important events—that was something he absolutely couldn't accept.

After all, he had made a promise to someone. If things had to proceed as written in the original script, Gu Sanqiu figured he might as well slit his throat and hope to reincarnate again—maybe in another world where he could embarrass himself further.

With a gust of wind, Gu Sanqiu leaped from the inn's balcony, gliding down with the help of the winds of Decarabian. The sensation was akin to wingsuit flying, speeding his descent considerably.

Thankfully, he had no fear of heights or velocity. Otherwise, Ningguang wouldn't have dared to casually toss him off the Jade Chamber.

Even so, considering Liyue's rugged terrain, he prudently wrapped himself in a protective shield. Better safe than sorry in case of an unforeseen crash landing.

Before entering Liyue Harbor, Gu Sanqiu donned a cloak for discretion. Only after confirming that no peculiar rumors were circulating in the city and that there weren't Millelith guards stationed outside his home did he drop the disguise.

It seemed his elder sister and the others had been efficient. At least, there was no sign of any "mass explosion events" in Liyue Harbor.

"Gu Xiangjun."

Hmm?

Just as he was about to open his door, Gu Sanqiu turned at the sound of someone calling his name. A woman in a black qipao waved at him from nearby.

"I believe you're... a ceremonialist from Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, right? What brings you here?"

Wait a minute.

Gu Sanqiu's brow twitched violently. If his memory served him right, dealings with this ceremonialist were always tied to finances. And the one footing the bill? None other than his grandfather.

This didn't bode well.

"Indeed," the woman said with a polite smile. "This is the recent bill for our guest consultant, Mr. Zhongli. Before leaving, our parlor master mentioned that such incidental expenses could be reimbursed by you, Xiangjun."

Her smile widened slightly. "It seems my luck is good today. I only had to wait here briefly before catching you."

Damn it!

Gu Sanqiu's internal screams were deafening.

During the Archon War, the Geo Lord had rallied the adepti to purge evil from the land, safeguarding the mortal realm. The Gu family, as leaders of the mystic arts, had answered the Geo Lord's call, earning great merit alongside the Millelith and other cultivators.

After the war, the cultivator sects retreated to seclusion, and the Gu family took on the Geo Lord's new directive, relinquishing their title as leaders of mysticism to become incense bearers.

The history of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor followed a similar trajectory—except they specialized in logistics while the Gu family handled combat.

Now, with Hu Tao as the master and Zhongli as the guest consultant, Gu Sanqiu found himself as the current incense bearer. While he didn't expect favoritism, it would've been nice not to be treated like a gofer.

Compared to Hu Tao's "daughter of the house" privileges, Gu Sanqiu couldn't help but feel like an adopted child. After generations of incense offerings, all he got was the privilege of paying bills?

"Xiangjun, are you alright?" the ceremonialist asked, puzzled. "If you're unsure about the details, I can provide the merchant's itemized list."

"No, I'm sure the bills are fine," Gu Sanqiu sighed. "The only issue here is me."

Existential crisis intensifies.

Waving a hand dismissively, he added, "Just leave the bill. I'll handle it."

"Then I'll take my leave," the ceremonialist said, bowing slightly.

Once inside, Gu Sanqiu shut the door behind him and flopped onto the courtyard floor, utterly defeated.

(:з」∠)

"Metal, industrial equipment, blueprints, luxury goods, Liuli Pavilion... Wait, why are there charges for perfume and dresses?!"

He flung the bill onto the stone table, rolling over to stare at the sky.

"So... when does the main plot start?"

"Duck-duck, I miss you."

"No, wait—I miss your wallet."

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T/N: Reminder! Xiangjun is a way to refer to nobles!

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