Genshin Impact's Incense Burner Of Liyue [567]

Gu Sanqiu almost lost control of his expression. “Sis, you’re not seriously thinking of having me help him find his sister, are you?”

What a joke. Sure, Aether was getting stronger fast, but at best, he could probably exchange a couple of blows with Childe—as long as Childe wasn’t using his Delusion. Against the other two? Not a chance.

Once everything in Liyue Harbor was settled, the most he could do was help the blondie put up some missing-person posters.

As for embarking on that insane, no-return journey to find his sister?

Nope. Not happening. That kind of thing was bad for one’s health.

At the end of their journey, the siblings would face the truth waiting at the final destination—one that might even lead them to fight each other over their choices.

And that raised a very important question—if that really happened, who would he side with?

Given his personality, Gu Sanqiu figured he’d probably just knock them both out first and settle things afterward. When your strength was overwhelming enough, you could forcibly suppress both siblings and make them sit down for peaceful negotiations.

Of course, before that, he’d need to visit a few more nations and collect a few more wanted posters (cross that out).

Seriously, way too much trouble. Not going.

At most, if he happened to run into them, he’d lend a hand here and there. That was already his limit.

“Oh? Are you worried that his sister isn’t pretty?”

Ningguang smiled slyly. “Relax. Just look at that young man’s face—you should know his sister must be stunning.”

Of course, I know she’s pretty. I even met her once.

Granted, we didn’t talk much.

Oh, right—if I remember correctly, she even stabbed me a few times. Though to be fair, it was to help me.

Gu Sanqiu’s face remained blank. Sure, his origins were complicated, but at the end of the day, he still counted as someone from this era.

Meanwhile, Lumine and Aether… well, let’s just say they were millennia-old demons (cross that out).

Wait a second. Last time I ran into Madame Ping, my sister gave me this whole heartfelt speech about how “the age gap is too big, it’s not appropriate.”

She doesn’t actually think I have some weird preference, does she? Is that why she’s suddenly trying to set me up with someone who looks closer to my age?!

Gu Sanqiu shuddered. Without another word, he waved Ningguang off and bolted, leaping into the air in the direction indicated by the intel.

Time to go!

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While Gu Sanqiu made his way to the Fatui’s facility for replicating the Sigil Of Permissions, Moon Carver—who had been reluctantly forced into the role of an informant—was busy convincing his two old friends to approve his proposal for an early Rite of Parting.

During the process, he nearly lost to Cloud Retainer’s woman’s intuition—if not for Mountain Shaper sensing something amiss and stepping in to help.

Master, do you see the kind of crap you’re making me deal with?!

And the mastermind behind it all—Zhongli, the grand old man himself, the God of Contracts and Wealth, Morax—also noticed that something was… off.

“Wait… why is Sanqiu investigating Liu Sanhu?”

Zhongli had just been feeling relieved after identifying a flaw in the Fatui’s plans, but as he reviewed everything, he realized something didn’t quite add up.

He shouldn’t know my true identity, should he?

If he did, then everything Zhongli had been doing—all of it—would become a permanent entry in his personal record of embarrassing history.

Thinking about what kind of little menace his adopted son was, Zhongli’s expression darkened. Then, he focused his mind and turned his spiritual sight toward Gu Sanqiu.

If his suspicions were correct… well, some things were about to be etched into stone. Maybe he’d even have to visit the Dragon-Queller Tree and have everything recorded in Cor Lapis.

Some of it had indeed been his idea, but if his identity got exposed before he personally revealed it, he didn’t even want to imagine what kind of humiliating stories would resurface.

Telling him outright and having him figure it out on his own are two completely different things!

No, I have to see what’s going on!

If push came to shove, he’d just have to assert his authority as the father figure.

Does he not understand the power of my Geo Spear?!

Zhongli glanced at Gu Sanqiu, who was currently gliding silently through the air. He had to admit—it wasn’t easy to use the roaring force of Anemo this quietly.

“I see… so he managed to suppress it again.”

Zhongli’s eyes flickered. “If that’s the case, then it makes sense now. No wonder he set up that commission so early… a premonition of fate’s guidance, perhaps?”

“Interesting. I thought he’d stay unconscious until the moment of crisis, forcibly keeping that power sealed… That level of willpower isn’t simple.”

Feeling like he’d figured everything out, Zhongli withdrew his spiritual sight with peace of mind.

Since his identity hadn’t been exposed yet, he couldn’t be bothered to interfere.

After all, he was retired. And as everyone knew, a retired man who did nothing at home except eat and ask for money had no family authority whatsoever.

He, Morax, was merely a powerless, penniless old man who couldn’t even defeat a Hilichurl Berserker.

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“Achoo!”

Gu Sanqiu suddenly sneezed and blinked in confusion.

Weird. I never get random sneezes.

He twitched his fingers and performed a divination.

“Heh. As expected, I got nothing.”

No need to think too hard about it. Some bigshot was probably watching him again.

After some thought, he wrapped another dense layer of Anemo around himself.

Hmph. Just in case. That eerie feeling of being watched… A little extra protection never hurts.

Gu Sanqiu arrived at the Fatui’s secret facility. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the same factory used to mass-produce Ruin Guards, or else he would’ve happily stayed to cause some damage.

The Fatui producing Gouging Machines on Liyue’s land was basically like setting up resource-draining, pollution-heavy factories in other nations.

They’d really mastered the art of exporting their development costs elsewhere.

And the best part? These facilities weren’t even paying taxes!

If it had been a proper factory, fine. But not only was this place massive, it was completely illegal. For Liyue, it was nothing but a liability.

Disgusting. It had to be destroyed.

Unless, of course, the factory got rebranded under the Gu family name… (cross that out).

Gu Sanqiu thoroughly concealed his presence, making sure the Fatui wouldn’t be able to trace anything back to him.

If only he had transformation abilities comparable to the legendary 72 Transformations and 36 Variations, he’d have turned into someone else and infiltrated the place properly.

Or, if the intel had been more detailed, he could’ve just disguised himself as Childe and walked right in.

“Forget it. Let’s check things out first.”

He didn’t plan to destroy the place immediately.

After all, if necessary, the Fatui’s Sigil Of Permissions replication could still hold some value.

For example—Liyue Harbor itself was peaceful and prosperous, but areas like Qingce Village and Wuwang Hill weren’t exactly secure.

Even places like Guili Plains and Dihua Marsh still had remnants of demonic filth tainted by old gods.

Sure, the disciples in Minlin were constantly grinding mobs, and Xiao was practically speedrunning his map clears in Dihua Marsh, but even so, the Millelith was stretched thin.

Even if the Sigil Of Permissions replicas couldn’t reach their full original power, even a 40% effectiveness rate would ease the Millelith’s workload significantly.

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