Genshin Impact: Reincarnation as a Hilichurl

"I am a small carpenter with great skills in repairing stairs. I want to repair this broken staircase and make it nice and beautiful."

Repairing the stairs of Wangshu Inn, a job that originally belonged to Ying, was contracted to Wang Chen.

He carried the wood up from downstairs, repaired a section and then carried it back down again. The staircase was quite long and winding, and it took him nearly half an afternoon.

After the last wooden board was laid, it was like the annual Magpie Bridge had been built. On the other side of the bridge, the shopkeeper Huaian could no longer hold back and took the initiative to come towards Wang Chen.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir! Please sit down and have a cup of tea first."

"There are only street lights left. Let's talk about it after we're done."

Huaian nodded: "Okay, but this street lamp is a bit particular, I'll go with you."

Originally, Huai'an wanted to take Ning Zhen home to visit, but Keqing took over the job and has not returned yet.

When they got downstairs, Huai'an directed Wang Chen to cut off the branches and peel the bark of the Quesha tree.

"Originally, if you want to use a newly cut tree, you have to go through a lot of trouble. You either have to air-dry it for several months, or soak it in water to dissolve the resin and then peel it and air-dry it. You're afraid that it will lose moisture unevenly and cause cracking and deformation.

"But for the wind and rain-resistant Quesha wood, there is no need to worry about these problems. But we still need to deal with the moisture it brings with it. Do you have a way to do it?"

"You mean by the wind?"

"Wind? It's good to be able to control the wind. Just use strong wind to blow it dry."

After the operation was completed and the tree was dried, it was cut into a long column and a few holes were dug at one end. Huai'an took down the small road sign and lantern that were still intact on the original street lamp and placed them on the long strip, and the new street lamp was completed.

"Let's go, it's time to take a break."

Back upstairs, Philgodette did not give Wang Chen a chance to rest. She pointed to an exaggeratedly wrapped package in front of the counter. It was about one meter long and well-proportioned, but it was coldly placed on the ground.

The most important thing is that there are four big words written on its outer packaging: Confidential Delivery.

"Madam Boss, are you sure this is for me?"

"Look carefully at the delivery slip. Your name is written in the lower right corner."

"It seems to be true. That's strange. The sender is... anonymous. Ahaha, I'll take it back to the house and see what it is."

After he left with the shipment awkwardly, keeping it secret, Huaian and Philgodette looked at each other.

"Is that the tooth of some giant beast?"

"Absolutely?"

……

Dragon tooth, this is a dragon tooth, but the sender used soft packaging. Although it was packed tightly, the outline was still visible.

Wang Chen opened the package and took a look. It was a wind-green dragon tooth. Its origin was obvious. It was the dragon skeleton in the Fruit Wine Lake.

There was also a letter in the package, this time signed honestly by 'Night Owl'.

The content of the letter is as follows: The dragon skeleton has lost its power, but it still has a high affinity for wind elemental power. The special envoy left a tooth for you before processing it. If it is polished well, the increase in wind elemental power can be comparable to that of a five-star weapon. Take care.

"It was actually... left for me... So if it can be cut, why not just make it into a sword for me? I can't cut it, and it can't be melted and reshaped like metal..."

I had no choice but to stuff it back into the packaging bag, which was better than nothing.

However, this incident also reminded Wang Chen of his identity as a member of the North Wing. He just happened to have obtained first-hand information. Why not publish it?

He asked Yuhua for a commission form and wrote on it that "a large number of Yebo Stones in Mingyun Town were suspected to have been stolen by the Abyss Cult."

When posting it on the bulletin board, another young man happened to have posted a ciphertext order. Both parties saw the ciphertext number at the bottom of the other party's order form and smiled at each other.

The young man's coded message read: "Notice: Emperor Yanwang is suspected to have had an accident. Please do your best to investigate and provide relevant information."

The person making the announcement is Bai Ling.

It seems that no accident happened...

Wang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a low voice, "Are you Bailing, the person in charge of Liyue?"

"No, no, no, this notice is just forwarded. I'm Little Bird, what's your name?"

"Kunpeng."

"Oh~, that's the new holder of the Wind God's Eye from Mond, right?"

"You actually remember me?"

"Well, each holder of the Eye of God will be notified individually upon joining. Others can ignore it, but we are relying on you to accomplish great things. It is worthwhile to use your brains a little more.

"But you Mondstadt are really lame. You notified the whole of Teyvat of the corpse of a demon god. I don't know how many are buried under the land of Liyue. I heard that there are still some alive but suppressed!"

"If you compare Mondstadt to Liyue, you are definitely not as good as her."

"Right, in my opinion, unless the God of Wind dies, nothing will be a big deal!"

"Um... you seem very proud that the Rock King was on the Teyvat notice? Aren't you worried?"

"That's the Emperor! You haven't heard the storyteller in Liyue Harbor tell the story of the Emperor. A figure like the Emperor was unparalleled in the world during the Demon-God War. How could anyone in this era be able to harm Him? Anyone with a little independent thinking ability can think of this!"

"That's true, but you're still mistaken. I've heard the Emperor's story, and I'm also from Liyue."

"This...I'm sorry, I got it wrong."

…………

Although Qixing tried to block the news when it happened, with so many people coming and going at the Qingxian Dian Ceremony, rumors were difficult to stop and spread at a speed beyond imagination.

The guests of Wangshu Inn were all talking about it like crazy. Nine out of ten people expressed their opinions on the matter, and one person was so thirsty that he went to drink tea.

When Keqing brought Ning Zhen back, this was the scene they saw.

She cast a questioning look at Huai'an who was standing in the crowd. Huai'an just sighed and whispered to her, "Lord Ningguang seems to have blocked the news. Even if he hasn't blocked it, we are only responsible for providing intelligence, so I am not sure whether it is true or not."

She had no choice but to find a seat and sit down, hoping to hear more exact information from the guests.

"The Emperor can't possibly be killed!"

"Why don't you believe it? My sister-in-law's third nephew was at the scene of the ceremony. Master Ningguang performed the ceremony to summon the Emperor as he did in previous years, but the Emperor's immortal body fell directly from the sky. With so many people watching, how could it be fake?"

"It's not like you and I saw it with our own eyes!"

"Humph, sometimes what you see with your own eyes may not be true!"

"What do you mean?"

"How can a mortal eye see the transformations of an immortal?"

"You have a mouth but can't speak human language, right? Once upon a time, there was a riddle man like you. He was stabbed 108 times for no apparent reason while walking. The last stab was fatal. He died miserably!"

"There's nothing to say to a nouveau riche like you. You never say a single dirty word!"

"I have worked hard to earn my money! You are the one who is so miserable. You have managed to get into such a mess by relying on your family. Are you jealous that I am stealing your business?"

"you--!"

"Everyone, harmony brings wealth. If you want to fight, please go somewhere else first."

As soon as Huai'an opened his mouth, the two troublemakers dared not to ignore him.

Another person who wanted to hear the rest of the story gave him a way out: "Qu Ling, please explain. What do you think?"

"Humph. I think this might be a test from the Emperor. Brother Zhao and I agree on this. How could the Emperor pass away?"

"Why would the Emperor make such a childish joke?"

"Hey, the Emperor must have a reason for doing this! What you should do is not to question him, but to follow his thoughts and think about why he pretended to be dead."

"The Emperor can't think of any good instructions this year. Do you want to slack off?"

"I've already said it's a test. The Emperor must want to see what he can do without his Seven Stars."

"You are kidding me, old man. It's not like there has never been a divine oracles saying 'rule by doing nothing'. You come from an aristocratic family, but your knowledge is less than that of a grassroots person like me?"

"This..." Qu Ling's face turned purple.

"We should discuss rationally and think divergently. We don't have to be so aggressive, right? Although Qu Ling guessed wrong, it reminded me that the death of the Emperor is definitely related to the Seven Stars. We can't contact the Emperor, but the Seven Stars have contact with him every year, and maybe they have contact with him in private as well."

This person... seemed to have opened a small bank and eventually joined the Northland Bank. Huai'an secretly wrote down his name.

"Humph! Even if Qixing has the guts, he doesn't have the ability to do so!"

"No, no, the Emperor couldn't have been killed!"

"Master Zhao San," a person who had been watching spoke up, "The Emperor really passed away. I was there at the time."

Seeing that no one spoke, he continued:

"At that time, there were strange phenomena in the sky: an orange sky, black clouds, and red lightning... The Emperor fell from that ominous sky, and fell onto the altar, smashing all the offerings, knocking over the incense burner, and also knocking down the two maids standing nearby.

"Lady Ningguang went forward to check. There was no movement in the Emperor's breathing or heartbeat. I was close and could tell at a glance that the Emperor was dead.

"After Lord Ningguang carefully confirmed it, he waved his hand and shouted, 'The Emperor has been murdered! Seal off the entire area!'

"I will never forget that scene in my life. The Emperor...is really dead."

After hearing such a detailed description, Keqing's face became uncertain. She said to Huai'an, "Whether it's true or not, I have to go back to Liyue Harbor. You should take care of the arrangements for the workers who will come to repair the bridge later."

"Yes."

Keqing ruffled Ning Zhen's hair again: "Will you come with me?"

After an afternoon of counseling, the little girl nodded slightly.

Before leaving Wangshu Inn, Keqing looked up at the sky. The orange-yellow sunlight poured down from the side of the mountain supporting Wangshu Inn onto the people downstairs.

The existence of the Emperor is like this light, important yet too sparse and common, so common that not many people would consider losing the Emperor, just like not many people would consider losing the sun.

But if the news is true, the sun will never rise again after it sets. Can Liyue spend the night alone?

Keqing felt a mixture of excitement and fear about the unprecedented changes in Liyue in a thousand years.

There is also an uncontrollable sadness.

After all, if the news is true, Liyue would have lost her father...

Keqing felt an urge in her heart. She wanted to temporarily put aside her prejudice against the Emperor and say goodbye to Him loudly on behalf of Liyue:

Don't worry, I'm no longer a toddler, a crying little girl, let me be free...fly...