Genshin Impact: A Traveler with Only Two Skills

Ying and Guiyan's consciousness are connected together because of the word "memories" from the Huluxian and the existence of the longevity lock. Their thoughts seem to have traveled through time and they can see everything that happened in the distant past.

They saw two figures, a man and a woman, appear in an empty room.

The man is relatively young, and the childishness on his face has not yet completely faded. He should be considered just a teenager.

The woman was getting older, and the years had left subtle scars on her face, silently telling of her past experiences.

Ying and Guiyan did not know the young man, and could only vaguely associate him with the monk they met in the wilderness that day, but they were already quite familiar with the woman.

That was Chen Juan, but she looked younger than the Chen Juan they had seen before.

The young man clenched his fists and shook them in front of his chest, looking very excited. He raised his head and said to Chen Juan:

"I practice so that I can one day become as powerful as an immortal."

"Okay, okay, you are the most talented person in our town."

"Mother Chen, I heard that among the Eight Immortals, the Gourd Immortal is the most powerful. Is this true?"

"How would I know? I think they are all great."

"Hey, it's the same as if you didn't say anything. No, I have to go to the Calabash Fairy and pray for him to give me one or two spells."

After this brief conversation, the phantoms of the two people disappeared. Something bright illuminated everything around them, submerging the figures of the two people in the light. Under the strong light, Ying couldn't help but squint her eyes.

When everything in front of her eyes became clear again, Ying found that the boy was running in a warm light. Sweat was oozing from his forehead, his hands were difficult to wave because of fatigue, and there were even scars on his legs from bumps.

But his face was filled with a smile that was hard to describe in words. He laughed so hard that his mouth couldn't close, and he shouted at the same time:

"Mother Chen! Mother Chen! It's magical! The gourd fairy has appeared!"

"The Gourd Fairy taught me a spell, and he is teaching me how to practice it."

"No! Master, I should call him Master!"

"Master, Master! I actually forgot to salute just now. Will Master blame me?"

"How could that be? Lord Huluxian is very generous, he won't care about these things."

"You are so lucky. Not many people can practice cultivation. You must listen carefully to the words of the Gourd Fairy. Then you may become an immortal."

"Of course! Then there won't be eight immortals in the town, but nine!"

The man burst into laughter, and the smile on Chen Juan's face became even more intense. Amidst the laughter, the figures of the two were suddenly dispersed by a torrent, like an ink painting thrown into the water. Their bodies became blurred, disintegrated, and finally disappeared, becoming a vague picture of unknown meaning.

When the picture became clear again, the surrounding scene was like an ink painting. Messy lines passed around them, and the distance was hazy. In the field of vision were large blocks of gray and black ink, just like a picture of a rainstorm.

"Mother Chen! Mother Chen, where are you? Mother Chen? Mother Chen, are you okay?!"

"Mother Chen? Mother Chen!"

"Great, great that you're okay, great..."

"I don't know what happened. It was only when my master suddenly asked me to come back that I discovered the situation here. Fortunately, I arrived in time."

"You don't know, I heard that the temples of the Wood Fairy and the Flower Fairy were washed away by the flood, and the people in the town were also..."

"Anyway, I'm glad you're all right."

"What?! Something happened to her?"

The lines around them gradually became denser, and the gray-black ink blocks were gradually covered. Everything in front of Ying and Guiyan fell into darkness.

They couldn't see each other, and couldn't even make a sound. Just as they were confused, a faint light suddenly appeared.

It was a candle flame, not very bright. The flame did not illuminate anywhere, and even the flame itself was constantly flickering, as if it might go out at any time.

Ying stared at the faint light and heard the man's voice again. This time, his voice became hoarse and mature.

"Master said that my talent is not enough. Even if I continue to practice, I can't reach his level..."

"It's okay, I'm just a little... Oh! I knew it a long time ago, he told me this a long time ago, but I always thought that I didn't have enough talent, and as long as I worked harder, maybe I could still do it."

"But it's too slow. I can't wait any longer. If I could have been more powerful when the flood happened that year and become an immortal, then she wouldn't have..."

"…I know it's not my fault, I know, but I can't let it go, I can't let it go!"

"I can't go on like this. I have to become stronger as soon as possible. No matter what, I have to become an immortal."

"I know, I know, I just feel a little... Aunt Chen, you should go to bed first, it's getting late."

"Yes, don't worry, I won't let my imagination run wild."

“…I’m sorry, Master…”

Men don't shed tears easily, but in the darkness where the light didn't reach, Ying clearly heard a whimpering sound. It was not a soft sob, nor was it a loud cry, but a low, heartfelt emotion from deep in the heart. In this environment where it was difficult to see clearly, she captured it more clearly.

But soon, a cold wind blew, and the flickering fire was completely extinguished, and everything around fell into darkness again.

Finally, all that was left in Ying's sight was haze and a thick gray fog. The fog was pervasive, twisting and rolling in the air like a ghost face.

Occasionally, a darker fog would burst out from the deeper part of the gray fog, like a surging tide, trying to swallow everything.

Through the misty fog, Ying saw a middle-aged man in the distance carrying a bag on his back, walking away without looking back, towards an unknown destination.

"He's gone. Your disciple is really unbelievable."

"What exactly is in that lake? Why is it able to break through the influence of the divine object and even make the Wood Fairy and the Flower Fairy directly possessed?"

"Luxian and Faxian have also been affected. I'm afraid we don't have much time left. We must make a decision as soon as possible."

"I never thought that the town we protected would end up like this."

"To be honest, I feel like I'm also..."

"No, no, I'm fine!"

"I told you I'm fine!"

A cloud of mist suddenly rushed towards Ying, bringing with it a breath of decay and a strong smell of blood. Ying wanted to avoid this strange smell, wanted to hide from this feeling of decay and sadness, but the more she avoided, the stronger the feeling became.

She felt as if her limbs were bound by something, and felt a strong sense of oppression coming from all directions. The gray fog finally disappeared, but Ying's vision was still blurry.

She felt a warm liquid filling her eyes, and she felt the cold lake water all around her.

She didn't know whether it was the cold lake water or the warm tears that blurred her eyes. In the blurred vision, Ying also only saw two blurry figures.

They floated quietly in the water, their bodies dissolving until they finally disappeared.

"all gone……"

This time the voice seemed to come from Ying's body. Ying recognized it as the voice of the Calabash Fairy.

"I am the only one left..."

"Why am I the only one left?"

"Why am I the only one left?"

"You said you could help me restore everything, make everything return to the way I remember it?"

"But I know that it is just an illusion, it is just a false image, and it will only bring greater pain and sorrow in the end."

"I know, I know it very well, but I can't refuse. Even if it's poison, I have no choice but to drink it."

"I am one with you."