The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [378]

After discussing the plan with Hu Tao, Lumine set off alone to collect mementos from Wolf Bro’s childhood friends.

As for Jia Changjiang?

He stayed behind at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor under the perfectly valid excuse of being "mobility impaired."

Even though not even Lumine could understand how someone who could drift through monster hordes in a wheelchair could still claim to be "mobility impaired"…

In any case, they all agreed to regroup at their previous meeting spot near Wuwang Hill, where Hu Tao would perform the send-off for Wolf Bro.

While Hu Tao busied herself with preparations and Lao Meng reminisced with Wolf Bro across the boundary of life and death, Jia Changjiang remained at the funeral parlor, sipping tea.

A young female undertaker placed a freshly brewed pot in front of him.

"Please, enjoy."

Jia Changjiang took a sip. It tasted fine, but something felt… off.

This wasn’t his style.

After a brief moment of thought, he reached into his system storage and pulled out his personal tea mug—a massive, heavy-duty enamel cup.

Or rather, a custom-forged iron mug he had specially commissioned from a blacksmith.

Function over form—it held a lot, and it even had a lid.

The undertaker looked surprised but dutifully poured his tea into the oversized metal cup.

Then, she simply watched as Jia Changjiang completely ignored the elegant teaware in front of him and, instead, slurped away at his premium-quality tea from a crude iron mug.

"Ahhh, now that's the stuff."

Jia Changjiang sighed in satisfaction. "Back home, we always drank tea like this. Holds more—hits better."

Leaning back comfortably, he glanced at the undertaker standing quietly beside him.

"Where's Zhongli? Isn't he supposed to be a consultant for Wangsheng Funeral Parlor? Haven't seen him around."

"Mr. Zhongli is responsible for organizing large-scale ceremonies," the undertaker replied calmly. "He has already provided guidance on most of the funeral parlor’s operations, so his presence isn’t required on a daily basis."

"In other words, he's out slacking off again," Jia Changjiang muttered.

"Your director is… quite the unique person."

That was the conclusion Jia Changjiang had reached after spending time with Hu Tao.

"Her views on life and death seem a little different from most people." He took another sip. "And she has a real talent for killing a conversation."

He suddenly thought of Cloud Retainer.

That Adeptus could singlehandedly murder a discussion in record time.

If she and Hu Tao ever had a conversation… Now that would be interesting.

"The Director is very serious when conducting ceremonies," the undertaker said. "As for her beliefs… perhaps they stem from her childhood experiences."

She hesitated before adding, "The first funeral she ever presided over was for her grandfather—the 75th Director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor."

Jia Changjiang raised an eyebrow.

"You're telling me confidential family history now?"

The undertaker simply smiled.

"You're a friend of Mr. Zhongli and have helped Wangsheng Funeral Parlor several times. Besides, this isn't exactly a secret."

Jia Changjiang smirked.

"Well, what an honor."

He glanced at her again.

"So… does working in your field mean you see ghosts often?"

The undertaker nodded.

"It happens from time to time."

"Then…" Jia Changjiang leaned forward slightly. "What would happen if someone not from this world died here?"

"Would they become a ghost too?"

The undertaker shook her head.

"I wouldn’t know for sure," she admitted.

"Only those with unfinished business remain as spirits," she continued. "But I have heard the Director mention…"

"Not one Wangsheng Funeral Parlor director has ever lingered as a ghost."

Jia Changjiang's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Have they transcended life and death? That'd make them some incredible people."

He found himself even more intrigued.

...

Just then, Lao Meng entered.

"Mr. Jia, the Director says it’s time to go."

Jia Changjiang exhaled.

"We heading to that ‘mysterious place’?"

Lao Meng nodded.

"The Director said so."

Jia Changjiang followed him out.

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While Lumine was still collecting mementos, Hu Tao had already finished her preparations and was ready to leave for Wuwang Hill.

This time, she carried something new on her back—a deep red staff.

It stood out immediately.

Jia Changjiang took one look at it and could feel the power it held.

"That weapon of yours…"

His gaze sharpened with interest.

"It looks strong."

The crimson staff faintly radiated warmth. A flicker of flame materialized in the form of a butterfly before dissipating into the air.

It made Jia Changjiang itch to get his hands on it.

This weapon was at least as powerful as Lumine’s Summit Shaper.

"This is the [Staff of Homa]," Hu Tao said with a smile. "It’s been passed down through generations of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor."

"This time, since we’re heading there, of course I’m bringing it along."

She patted the staff.

"It’s not just an artifact of past directors—it’s their weapon."

"A ceremonial tool can’t compare to this."

"It represents Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s entire history."

Jia Changjiang could see it.

This wasn’t just any ordinary weapon.

Even as he looked at the Staff of Homa, he could almost hear whispers—an ancient chant from forgotten times.

—

Only the flames of freedom can purify the filth of the world.

Raise the crimson firewood—banish all evils.

—

For a moment, Jia Changjiang saw an image—someone lighting a fire, burning away objects tainted by wickedness.

The ashes scattered into the wind, transforming into butterflies—releasing all things from the suffering of a corrupted world.

"Now that is a damn fine weapon."

Jia Changjiang grinned as he admired the [Staff of Homa], clearly excited.

It carried the weight of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s history—thousands of years of duty, battles, and send-offs.

And that…

That was exactly why Jia Changjiang loved weapons.

Because every weapon bore history.

The stories left behind by those who once wielded them.

And sometimes…

Someone would come along who could see those stories.

Like Jia Changjiang.

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