I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [211]

The shadowy figure representing the chat group came and went in the blink of an eye.

In less than three minutes—at least from Zhongli’s perspective—the other party had conveyed everything they needed to and asked all their questions.

Another minute passed as they transferred all the necessary data into Zhongli’s chat group system.

Once that was done, they immediately departed, vanishing without a trace.

The last question they had asked naturally received Zhongli’s firm confirmation.

He harbored an innate aversion to the Voidborn—those destructive anomalies born from chaos—so refusing was never an option.

Upon hearing his response, the pitch-black shadow showed an unmistakable expression of relief.

Though Zhongli wasn't quite sure how a being of pure darkness could smile, he had undeniably seen it happen.

After that, the chat group’s master system, Alpha-6, politely took its leave. Zhongli stretched his body, returning his consciousness to the land of Teyvat.

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Slowly opening his eyes, Zhongli took in the sight of his courtyard. The Lantern Rite had long since passed.

Spring had arrived, and the flowers were in full bloom.

The fragrance of Glaze Lilies drifted through the courtyard, swirling across the rooftop before dissolving into the world beyond.

The air still carried a slight chill.

A gentle breeze swept through, scattering fragrant petals into the wind. They floated over the courtyard wall, past the creeping vines, vanishing to an unknown destination.

In this quiet moment, Zhongli sat by a stone table, the steam from his tea curling into the air, blending with the faint aroma of tea leaves.

On the table sat a plate of fresh bamboo shoots, harvested just yesterday and simply blanched with a sprinkle of salt. Beside it, another plate held a newly invented pastry from Wanmin Restaurant’s head chef, Xiangling—Bursting Slime Crystal Cake.

Zhongli leisurely lifted his Yixing clay teacup and took a gentle sip.

Knock, knock, knock~~!

Knock, knock, knock~~!

A crisp knocking sounded from the courtyard gate. Zhongli didn’t need to look to know who it was.

He raised his hand slightly, and the door latch unfastened on its own.

The first to rush in was a small, living food storage.

She carried an air of mischief, dressed in an outfit reminiscent of Teyvat’s heavenly principles in miniature, with a delicate golden crown atop her head.

Her presence was bold, and her movements were quick.

Within seconds of the door opening, she had already darted onto Zhongli’s stone table, her gaze locking onto the plate of Bursting Slime Crystal Cake.

Its rich, fiery-red filling gleamed temptingly beneath the pastry’s translucent crystal-like exterior.

Its smooth, jelly-like appearance was an undeniable draw.

Without hesitation, little Paimon grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth before Zhongli could stop her.

She closed her lips, chewing slowly and savoring the flavor, preparing to give her verdict—

Then, a sudden sensation exploded in her mouth.

Spicy—!

Her face turned red, then pale, then red again. After this sequence of expressions, she quickly stuck out her tongue, desperately trying to spit out the cake.

But—true to its reputation as Xiangling’s latest culinary creation—the Bursting Slime Crystal Cake melted instantly upon contact with warmth, sliding smoothly down her throat without giving her a chance to expel it.

“Spicy! Spicy! Spicy! Spicy!”

Paimon flailed wildly like a fly in a panic, zipping around in all directions.

“Water! Water! Water! Water!”

Zhongli shook his head with a smile and gestured toward his teacup.

The traveler, Lumine, who had just entered the courtyard, blinked in confusion but quickly picked up the cup and handed it to the frantic Paimon.

Noticing this, Paimon swooped down immediately, burying her entire face into the tea.

Gulp~~! Gulp~~! Gulp~~!

After chugging several mouthfuls, she finally let out a long breath and lifted her head.

Zhongli observed her flushed face and chuckled. “This is Bursting Slime Crystal Cake, a new pastry invented by Wanmin Restaurant’s head chef, Xiangling. Its primary ingredient is a Pyro Slime that has survived for over a year, giving it a taste akin to molten lava, directly stimulating the taste buds. Even those wielding a Pyro Vision would hesitate to try it, yet Paimon, you were truly bold.”

“Mmmph!!”

Paimon puffed up her cheeks in protest, unable to form words due to the lingering heat.

Zhongli watched her for a moment before extending his finger. A wisp of golden energy touched Paimon’s lips, and in the next second, the intense swelling began to subside, replaced by a cooling sensation.

He picked up a piece of the cake and calmly took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. “If this pastry were merely spicy, it would simply be a delicacy for lovers of heat. But Xiangling is no ordinary chef. Her creativity knows no bounds, and her signature dishes are never so straightforward.”

Saying this, Zhongli lightly tapped the stone table. Another Yixing clay cup and a fresh cup of tea appeared before him.

He lifted the cup and took a slow sip, savoring the lingering taste of the cake before continuing.

“The outer layer of this cake is the second key to its brilliance. It is made from crushed Mist Flower petals, blended with apples, raspberries, and Sweet Flowers.”

“After eating the cake, drinking a cup of warm tea causes the outer layer to melt instantly, spreading through the throat.”

“At the same time, a cool sensation floods the mouth, completely extinguishing the spice, leaving only a refreshing chill and a faint sweetness—an unforgettable contrast.”

Zhongli turned his gaze toward the small, disgruntled food storage. “Paimon, if you had simply waited for the effects to subside naturally instead of asking for my help, you would have experienced this phenomenon yourself.”

“Besides, you should have asked me before eating. At Wanmin Restaurant, before serving this dish, Xiangling personally warns her guests three times to drink warm water if the heat becomes unbearable.”

Hearing this, Paimon drooped over Lumine’s shoulder, motionless.

Zhongli chuckled at her reaction before shifting his attention to the traveler.

“Well then, Traveler. What brings you here today?”

“You must have quite the reason to visit my humble abode.”

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