The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [316]

When Wuku finally sat down, Jia Changjiang brought out what he had been waiting to show him—three boxes.

The moment the boxes were presented, Wuku's gaze locked onto them, unyielding and intense. His eyes reflected a mix of doubt and distant memories of the past.

He extended a large hand toward the boxes, almost picking them up before hesitating and pulling back.

It... had once been him. The recorder of this ancient kingdom that once flourished on this land.

Of the three boxes, one of them had been left behind by him.

In those days, they had built a powerful nation, a nation forbidden by the gods.

For millennia, Wuku wandered through the frozen ruins of his homeland like a ghost, day and night.

And now, an unexpected, somewhat peculiar adventurer stood before him, holding those three boxes.

He had witnessed the fall of the ancient kingdom. He had seen the land reliant on the great tree transformed into the snow-covered mountain it now was, struck down by the chilling nail that descended from the Skyfrost Nail.

He had even seen the return of an outsider, Emonlokha, who fell in love with the princess and left the Snow-Tombed Starsilver behind in that final chamber—the chamber adorned with murals of the princess.

Through fragments pieced together from adventurers who braved the snowy mountain, Wuku also learned that another godless kingdom, much like theirs, which once wielded the power to resist the world, had met its end. That nation’s machines, sent in search of the Skyfrost Nail’s power, lay defeated in the frost and snow.

He had even witnessed the ominous prophecy dreamed of by the princess.

A black dragon, blotting out the sun.

The black dragon fought the wind dragon of a neighboring kingdom, only to be seized by the throat and brought crashing down into the snowy mountain.

It was all so laughable.

The black dragon, once deemed a harbinger of doom, had no lasting effect on the ancient kingdom. The dragon, thought to bring fiery ruin to the hated earth, instead became nourishment for the snowy mountain, strengthening its lifeforms and allowing the pale tree—wilted after losing the moonlight—to sprout red buds.

It was all like a farcical play, absurd to the point of hilarity.

And now, another outsider stood before Wuku, presenting the three boxes that would unlock the ruins.

Why?

Why place these relics before a twisted monster like him?

“Wuku, I’ve learned about the Skyfrost Nail,” Jia Changjiang said. “I’ve found the three boxes. Before opening the ruins, I thought I should let you see them first.”

“Thank you for recording everything, Wuku,” Jia Changjiang added.

Wuku stared at the martial artist seated cross-legged before him.

This outsider was strange, so strange.

How did he know about the past? How did he know about Wuku's identity?

But in the end, Wuku’s distorted body couldn’t voice his questions. Instead, he reached out with his massive hand, gently brushing the three boxes on the ground and pushing them toward Jia Changjiang.

“Jax,” Wuku uttered, his intent unmistakable.

Wuku stood and pointed in a direction.

He had shown Jia Changjiang the location of the chamber.

The chamber that held the murals and the Snow-Tombed Starsilver, long buried over the millennia, was ready to resurface.

With his meaning made clear, Wuku turned and walked into the depths of the snowy mountain, vanishing into the storm once more.

The sealed memories of the ancient kingdom would soon be unveiled to the world.

As for Wuku...

He would continue wandering this snowy mountain as the ghost of the ancient kingdom, existing as a twisted monster.

No end, no conclusion, no hope.

Until death. Until the memories Wuku recorded in his monstrous mind eroded into nothingness. Perhaps then it would end.

For he alone had the ability to record the ancient kingdom’s history.

But now, he was no longer the only one who knew the past.

Though there was little he could do, he sincerely hoped the warrior would share those long-buried tales from the snowy mountain with the outside world.

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Meanwhile, Lumine and Albedo’s experiments continued.

After defeating countless enemies, the sword had absorbed the purified energy Lumine had imbued, accumulating to an alarming degree.

It was enough to evoke fear—what would happen if this sword fell into the wrong hands?

Lumine and Paimon even debated what might become of the Hilichurls in the snowy mountain if they obtained the sword.

Their imagined Hilichurl names ranged from “Ultimate Hilichurl” to “Hilichurl Demon,” “Hilichurl Fiend,” and finally, “Hilichurl Snow Demon.”

Yet there was no doubt about one thing: the power stored within the sword could make its wielder immensely powerful.

“A true demonic blade…” Jia Changjiang remarked.

The energy within the sword, if unleashed, could flatten a mountain.

After obtaining Lumine and Albedo’s approval, Jia Changjiang temporarily wielded the sword, using his mastery to release a portion of its power.

The sword, brimming with accumulated energy, resembled a beam cannon. With effortless swings, Jia Changjiang severed thick stone pillars from a great distance.

The energy coursing through the sword seemed almost alive.

Thanks to Lumine’s purification, the curses entwining the blade had significantly weakened, posing little risk to the wielder.

But the sword remained a dangerous artifact.

A week’s worth of experiments had yielded ample data for Albedo, who decided to return to Mondstadt to document his findings.

Jia Changjiang and Lumine stayed behind at the camp with Paimon. The trio continued debating the perfect name for a Hilichurl wielding the beam cannon sword, finally arriving at “Snowy Mountain Hilichurl Sword Saint.”

Shortly after Albedo left, as their discussion reached its peak, an unexpected visitor arrived at the camp.

It was Sucrose.

Spotting the girl’s figure, Lumine’s face lit up with joy.

“Sucrose? What brings you here?”

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