The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [204]

“Sir, what are you planning to do?”

The teahouse owner, still reeling from Jia Changjiang’s feat of downing eighteen bowls of liquor, hurried after him. Seeing Jia Changjiang hefting the steel monk’s staff and heading out into the rain, he couldn’t help but try to stop him.

“Hm? It’s simple,” Jia Changjiang replied, scooping a handful of rainwater to wash his face. “After drinking, of course, it’s time to go tiger hunting. Otherwise... it’d be an insult to all that wine.”

“Tiger hunting? There aren’t any tigers in Liyue Harbor. Even in the nearby areas—”

“Oh, there’s one. How could there not be?”

Jia Changjiang planted the staff into the ground, pointing it toward the sea, where the colossal vortex ancient god loomed.

“There, in the sea—there’s a big tiger waiting for me to take it down!”

“Are you kidding? That’s the ancient god sealed under Guyun Stone Forest—the one Lord Rex Lapis himself subdued in ancient times! Ordinary folk like us can’t possibly interfere!”

“That’s the kind of thing the Qixing and the Adepti can handle. Us small folk would only get in the way,” the teahouse owner insisted.

“Getting in the way? Small folk?” Jia Changjiang let out a hearty laugh. “You’re absolutely right. But even so, shouldn’t we still do what we can?”

He turned back, his grin defiant. “If it works, Liyue Harbor will stay safe. If it doesn’t... well, then we face the calamity head-on, laughing all the way. Think for yourself—what do you think you should do when disaster strikes?”

Before the owner could respond, Jia Changjiang vanished into the rain, leaving behind a bold proclamation.

“In daily life, you can afford to yield in many things. But when it comes to a fight—”

“I’m second to none! The heavens can take third!”

His roaring laughter echoed as he sprinted toward the Jade Chamber, leaving the teahouse patrons in stunned silence.

Some whispered that Jia Changjiang was spouting drunken nonsense. Others admired his spirit, declaring him a true hero.

The teahouse owner and Tian Tiezui, however, stood quietly, contemplating Jia Changjiang’s words.

Clenching his teeth, the teahouse owner removed the “Closed” sign from the door. Though the outdoor seating area remained unusable due to the storm, he reopened the teahouse’s interior.

Tian Tiezui, meanwhile, flipped through the manuscript Jia Changjiang had tossed to him, containing a segment of the Havoc in Heaven story. Inspiration flickered in his eyes.

Amidst the hurried movements of the staff and the renewed life within the teahouse, the owner provided each patron with a complimentary jug of wine.

Taking a deep breath, Tian Tiezui steadied his nerves and stepped onto the storytelling platform.

“If worrying won’t change anything,” he began, “then we should do what we’re meant to do right now.”

He exhaled, gazing at the gathered patrons. “Ladies and gentlemen, it seems fate has brought us together here today. Let me tell you the story of Wu Song, the Tiger Slayer.”

“Wu Song, known as a wandering hero, was famed for...”

As the tale began, the once-tense atmosphere in the teahouse eased. The patrons settled into their seats, sipping the wine and listening intently to the story.

Yet their minds wandered back to Jia Changjiang—the bold man who had drained eighteen bowls of fiery liquor and strode into the storm with wild laughter.

The eighteen empty bowls on the table stood as a testament to his feat, as did the faint echoes of his departing words: “Second to none!”

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Meanwhile, on the rain-slick streets of Liyue Harbor, Jia Changjiang walked bare-chested, the rain cascading down his back. With the steel monk’s staff in hand, he strode toward the docks, pondering his next move.

Should I head for the Jade Chamber? Or commandeer a ship and sail straight for Osial?

Arriving at the harbor, he was surprised to find activity amidst the storm.

A massive ship was docked there, its crew bustling about in preparation.

At the helm, a black-haired woman with an eyepatch and a greatsword barked orders.

“Stop dawdling! Move faster!” she commanded. “The storm’s rolling in—get ready!”

Under her leadership, the crew worked with renewed urgency.

The woman noticed Jia Changjiang approaching through the rain and leaped gracefully from the ship to the dock, striding toward him.

“Hey, you! Don’t you see the state of the sea? What are you doing here?”

“You must be Beidou,” Jia Changjiang said, recognizing her immediately. “What a coincidence... Do you have a small boat for sale? Something seaworthy right now.”

“You want to sail now? You’re drunk—don’t make trouble for others,” Beidou said, noting the faint smell of liquor on him. She waved him off dismissively. “Go home.”

“Oh... I’ll just swim there, then,” Jia Changjiang replied, turning toward the water as if fully intent on diving in.

“What are you trying to do?” Beidou demanded, stepping in his path.

“Head to Guyun Stone Forest. Or the Jade Chamber—either works,” he said, glancing up at the floating structure. “My companions are already up there. I need to catch up.”

“The Jade Chamber? Are you with the Millelith? No... Millelith soldiers don’t show up drunk before a battle,” Beidou remarked, scrutinizing him. Then her expression shifted as realization dawned.

“You’re that hero from Mondstadt people have been talking about, aren’t you?”

“Follow me,” she said, slinging her greatsword over her shoulder. “I’ve got something to sell you.”

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At the Jade Chamber, Lumine and Paimon had already met the Adepti, as well as Ningguang and Keqing, who stood as representatives of Liyue.

The rest of the Qixing were scattered throughout Liyue Harbor, maintaining order amidst the chaos.

“That vortex ancient god... Even from this distance, it’s hard to breathe,” Paimon said, her voice trembling as she gazed at the massive figure in the sea.

“Some of the Millelith recruits can’t even stand upright under the ancient god’s aura,” Keqing observed grimly. “The ancient gods’ oppressive presence is clearly too much for ordinary mortals to handle.”

“We can’t let that ancient god get any closer to Liyue,” she declared, her tone resolute.

“So, with the Qixing, the Millelith, the Adepti, and everyone here combined... Can we defeat the ancient god in the sea?” Paimon asked hesitantly.

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