I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [67]

Paimon recounted the events of the Rite of Descension to Moon Carver, sparing no detail about the assassination of the Geo Archon and the appearance of the "Third Apostle," Reimu Hakurei.

Moon Carver’s expression shifted dramatically.

Even on his deer-like face, a range of emotions became visible: sorrow, pain, and disbelief.

But above all, disbelief dominated.

Furrowing his brow, Moon Carver turned his piercing gaze to the Traveler. His usually resonant and dignified voice trembled slightly as he spoke. “Impossible. How could this be? It is absolutely impossible! The Geo Archon… assassinated? Preposterous! There is no way such a thing could happen!”

“I cannot fathom a scenario where the Geo Archon would fall. Do you have any idea how powerful he is?”

“My strength alone is sufficient to overturn all of Liyue with a single strike. And yet, you’re telling me the Geo Archon—someone vastly more powerful than me—was assassinated? Preposterous! Absolutely preposterous!”

“You keep saying it’s impossible. Are you accusing us of lying?” Paimon huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at the adeptus before the Traveler could respond.

Hovering closer, she tapped a still-smoldering rock with her tiny hands, giving Moon Carver a sidelong glance. “Do you think you’re strong?”

“Of course!” Moon Carver declared with unwavering pride. “I am Moon Carver, one of the Three-Eyed Five-Manifestations Adepti. I fought alongside the Geo Archon to establish Liyue, defeated countless demon gods, and have protected the people of Liyue for over 3,600 years!”

“Throughout all of Teyvat, there are few who can rival me. Even the Anemo Archon, Barbatos of Mondstadt, may not be my equal.”

“I see!” Paimon nodded vigorously, her arms still crossed. “You’re strong enough to turn this whole mountain into a sea of molten lava. That’s power like we’ve never seen before!”

Hearing this, the Traveler quickly nodded in agreement, her expression sincere and her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Moon Carver was clearly pleased by the praise and was just about to offer a customary humble remark, as dictated by Liyue tradition, when Paimon interjected again.

“But if you’re that strong, then how did you end up losing to that ‘Fourth Apostle,’ Accelerator?”

Moon Carver froze, visibly caught off guard. After a long pause, he muttered reluctantly, “It was… merely a matter of unfavorable compatibility. Just as I must strike a Pyro Slime several times with my hooves to subdue it…”

“Exactly!” Paimon declared, her small figure brimming with exaggerated authority. “So, if even the Geo Archon encountered someone he wasn’t compatible with, isn’t it possible he might’ve run into trouble too?”

Moon Carver fell silent, his gaze lowering as if in deep contemplation. After a moment, he shook his head slightly.

A few scalding tears rolled down his face, evaporating before they touched the ground.

“I understand now. It seems I was simply unwilling to accept the truth,” he admitted quietly.

“That human who called himself the ‘Fourth Apostle,’ Accelerator, is indeed overwhelmingly powerful—stronger than me, without a doubt. I believe your account now.”

Moon Carver sighed deeply before continuing. “Traveler, I have heard your message. However, I cannot act alone. Take the Sigil of Permission and seek out the other adepti. Once we are gathered, we can deliberate together on how best to face this crisis.”

“As for the Qixing, your account suggests there may indeed be some internal issues. This reminds me of something the Geo Archon once mentioned during a gathering with us not long ago. He hinted that there were those among the Qixing who harbored discontent toward him—even to the point of publicly questioning him during the Rite of Descension.”

“The possibility of betrayal among the Qixing cannot be ignored. We must formulate a comprehensive plan. For now, you should focus on delivering messages to the other adepti.”

“You should seek Mountain Shaper and Cloud Retainer. Though they are reclusive, they are not far from here. The commotion from our battle has likely already caught their attention.”

“Relay everything you’ve told me to them and deliver a message on my behalf: ask them to come find me.”

With that, Moon Carver turned and strode back into his sanctuary, leaving only the silhouette of his solitary figure behind.

The Traveler opened her mouth to say something, but ultimately, she only extended a hand before letting it drop in silence.

Paimon sighed heavily, her tiny shoulders slumping. “Alright, Lumine. Let’s go find the other two adepti.”

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Meanwhile, Accelerator, his black-and-white wings still radiating power, rode a tempest high into the heavens before descending onto a secluded spot on Mt. Tianheng, just outside Liyue Harbor.

Once there, he casually strolled into Liyue Harbor and made his way to Zhongli’s residence.

Inside, a group was gathered, enjoying a meal together.

A young woman dressed in red-and-white shrine maiden attire sat at the table, eating voraciously. Her hair was tied with black-and-white yin-yang orbs, and she devoured her meal—consisting of Sweet Madame and Buddha’s Temptation—with reckless abandon.

There was no trace of the proud, domineering “Third Apostle,” Reimu Hakurei.

“Oi, you greedy shrine maiden! Leave some for the rest of us! I was gone for less than half an hour, and you’ve almost finished everything!” Accelerator barked as he swaggered over to the table, grabbing a bowl of rice.

“No need to fight, darling boy and girl,” a muscular man doing planks in the corner of the room said cheerfully, sweat dripping from his brow. “There’s plenty left, and if not, I’ll buy more! Mr. Zhongli withdrew 200,000 Mora from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor just for our expenses this week.”

“Tch, mind your own business, you clown,” Accelerator shot back, his tongue as sharp as ever.

After finishing his meal, Accelerator scanned the room, his crimson eyes narrowing. “Where are Bell and that lazy NEET? Don’t tell me they’ve run off somewhere.”

Reimu, now reclining lazily in a wicker chair and basking in the sunlight, lazily raised an arm and pointed toward the adjacent room. “Those two are here to learn from Zhongli, aren’t they? Or rather, from the Geo Archon. They’re busy training next door.”

“I must admit, I didn’t expect Mr. Zhongli to be not just a god of mortals but the god of trade and wealth—the creator of the Mora that circulates across the continent! I simply must invite him to my shrine. With him there, I’ll be swimming in donations and overflowing with prosperity!”

Reimu’s eyes sparkled as she clasped her hands together in a blissful daydream.

“Tch, greedy shrine maiden,” Accelerator muttered, rolling his eyes at her antics.

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T/N: aint no way bro is stealing from the wangsheng funeral parlor thats crazyyy

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