The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [353]

Jia Changjiang and Lumine walked around the old shrine, preparing to gather the censer and seven lamps. However, as they were about to split up to collect the items, they exchanged a glance, a shared idea forming between them.

"Jax, didn’t Xiao say the ritual takes place at night?" Lumine asked. "Why don’t we take it easy and wait a bit?"

"Take it easy? Won’t that make Xiao wait for a long time?" Paimon asked, still oblivious to their intent.

"A little break won’t hurt… Besides, isn’t this supposed to be a Yaksha shrine?" Jia Changjiang commented as he examined the dilapidated structure.

There was still plenty of time before nightfall, and the ritual couldn’t start until then.

Jia Changjiang rummaged through his backpack for a moment before pulling out a crafting table, setting it down with practiced ease. He skillfully assembled materials, ores, and tools, tossing an axe, a pickaxe, and a shovel to Lumine.

Armed with tools, the two set off to explore the surrounding area of Mt. Tianheng, where rocks and trees were plentiful.

As the censer and seven lamps were gathered, Pervases stood before the old shrine, gazing wistfully at the picturesque Liyue landscape.

"Such scenery… If only I could linger a while longer."

His figure gradually began to fade, becoming more translucent with each passing moment.

But before long, Jia Changjiang and Lumine returned, one carrying a pickaxe and the other an axe, with even Paimon looking grimy and disheveled.

"Got everything?" Jia Changjiang asked, brushing the dust off his clothes.

"Yep, all set," Lumine replied, plucking leaves from her outfit.

With the censer and lamps stowed securely in their backpacks, their attention turned back to the shrine. Pervases had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the battered remains of the shrine behind.

Looking at each other with a shared determination, Jia Changjiang and Lumine raised their tools toward the old shrine.

The once-ruined structure—its walls crumbled and barely held up by a few decaying pillars—was on the brink of collapse. Together, they propped up the sagging roof with freshly cut wood, removed debris, and cleared the interior.

Thanks to the enchanted tools, tasks that would normally take months or years—like preparing lumber—were completed in mere moments. They replaced the foundation stones, repaired the beams, and even re-tiled the roof, sorting the usable tiles from the broken ones.

For once, even Lumine worked tirelessly despite the lack of payment, while Paimon helped by passing intact tiles to Lumine on the roof.

Jia Changjiang and Lumine toiled until the sun dipped toward the horizon.

Though some parts of the shrine couldn’t be fully restored due to a lack of materials, the structure was no longer a crumbling ruin. Instead, it resembled a place of worship—perhaps a little humble, but no longer forgotten.

They carefully moved the original items, including the statue of Pervases, back into the shrine. After setting everything in its rightful place, Jia Changjiang placed some fruit and simple offerings before the statue.

"What are you doing?" Lumine asked curiously, watching him arrange the food.

"Offering my respects," Jia Changjiang replied. "You’ve heard the stories about the Yaksha. They’re no longer worshiped, yet somehow, we’ve ended up being venerated instead."

He chuckled dryly as he retrieved a small jar of wine from his storage space and placed it before the statue. "We never met, but I have a lot of respect for the Yaksha."

"What we’ve done for Liyue is barely a push from behind. But the Yaksha… They’ve safeguarded Liyue’s peace for thousands of years."

"To think we’ll never meet them… I’d love to have sparred with them at least once. What a shame."

With a solemn expression, Jia Changjiang pressed his palms together and bowed before the statue.

"I can’t tell if I was born in the wrong era, or if the Yaksha were simply destined to miss out on seeing today’s Liyue…"

"Oh…" Lumine and Paimon, though not fully understanding his sentiment, mimicked his bow.

"You’ve restored this shrine after taking the items you need…"

The voice of Pervases resonated through the small shrine.

"To think there are still those who remember us Yaksha in this day and age."

"Yah!"

Paimon jumped in fright. "It’s that man’s voice! Where is he?!"

"Is it… a ghost?" Lumine asked, more intrigued than scared.

Since arriving in Liyue, she had encountered spirits more than once.

"My body perished millennia ago. What you see now is but an illusion left by the [Art of Form Retention]," Pervases’s voice continued. "Once the censer and lamps were removed, there was no longer anything anchoring me to this place."

Lumine finally understood that the voice was coming from the statue itself.

"This was once a shrine for the Yaksha. You said earlier… Are you one of them?" Lumine hesitated as she looked at the statue. "And is what you’re using also Adepti magic?"

"Yes."

Pervases replied, "I was one of the lesser Yaksha. The Geo Archon bestowed upon me the title of Pervases. Thousands of years ago, I fell in battle, unable to match the power of my foes."

"Today is my death anniversary. I used this spell to glimpse Liyue one last time and reminisce about its current state."

He paused, as if gathering his thoughts. "To meet you by chance… and see you restore this shrine after taking what you needed… It is more than I could have hoped for."

"You came on behalf of the Conqueror of Demons, didn’t you?"

"You know Xiao?" Paimon’s eyes widened with curiosity.

"I can sense his aura on you… as well as the heavy stench of karmic debt," Pervases sighed. "After all these years, he still bears that burden… How shameful of me to compare my death to his suffering."

"But didn’t you give your life for Liyue?" Paimon tried to console him.

"Life is precious, but compared to the agony endured by the Conqueror of Demons, death is merely a coward’s escape," Pervases said, his tone tinged with sorrow. But he quickly rallied. "Ah, well… It’s normal to feel a bit sentimental on one’s death anniversary. If you could, please pass on my regards to the Conqueror of Demons."

"Of course!" Lumine stepped forward. "We’re Xiao’s friends now. And Liyue’s changed so much—he’ll never be alone in the future."

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T/N: AHHHHHH THIS IS WHY I LOVE THIS BOOK

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