Genshin Impact: Reincarnation as a Hilichurl

Another door in the stone hall that was originally closed slowly opened after the Explosive Tree died, revealing a long and narrow passage behind it.

This time Wang Chen took a short rest before continuing forward.

Not long after he entered the passage, the door behind him suddenly closed, and then the walls on both sides of the place he was walking through began to squeeze inward, forcing him to keep moving forward.

Fortunately, the passage was not very long this time, and I reached the end in just one minute at full speed.

At the end is still a stone hall, which looks exactly the same as the previous one, the only difference is the 'BOSS' waiting inside.

"Why are you here!"

"I have no obligation to explain it to you."

A man with a sturdy physique, wild short hair, a dark and rough face, and an unforgettable scar, and a pair of lifeless eyes.

Wang Chen's breathing became heavy, and he found it difficult to suppress the anger in his heart. The Demon Sword and the Chief Instructor actually appeared on the border between life and death?

Something is wrong… The flaming tree with the fiery flower face and this magic sword have both been my friends. I even suspected that the fiery flower was the ghost of the wronged one, and was here to take my life. Could it be that I am the wronged ghost? Did the "border" give me the opportunity to take my life?

He raised his sword and pointed it at the magic sword: "You are just an illusion."

The magic sword did not deny it, but just smiled emotionlessly and said: "Haha, as long as you are happy, you can think whatever you want."

Now it was more comfortable controlling the Chief Instructor. It controlled the Chief Instructor's left arm and shook it vigorously, causing the cloak it had taken from the Hill Ranger behind him to suddenly rise up. Then it pointed the tip of its sword back at him: "Anyway, it can't change the fact that you're going to die in my hands."

The battle was about to break out, the Wentian Sword and the Demon Sword collided, and the entire closed stone hall was filled with the exciting sword sounds.

What made Wang Chen angry was that the magic sword actually used the West Wind Sword Technique as if playing, but its proficiency was not as good as his. It just slashed with the sword stiffly, not as fast as the last time it tried to kill him, and it did not have the huge force to bounce his sword away.

The magic sword seemed to see through his thoughts, and controlled the instructor to grin a weird smile: "You respect this person very much and don't want to destroy his body, so I will have some fun with you. Anyway, you can't leave this world."

"..."

"Hahahaha! Let me tell you, this person's spirit is sinking in the illusion I created. Do you remember how many days have passed since we last parted?"

"18 days."

"Wow! You actually remember it? But is it really that short? No no no no no, it's 155 million days! It's 4260 years!

"Do you want to know when he fell? Let me think... His spirit was quite strong. He always looked up at the sky and paid attention to the outside world in the first 10 to 20 years. Although he later stopped such meaningless actions, he still managed to hold on until the 50th year before he completely collapsed.

"But that's only a fraction of 4260 years! Ants are just ants after all."

With the flash of sword light, the two men separated after a blow.

"Why would an illusion have so much nonsense?"

"Right? I hate it so much just thinking about my real body being happy thousands of miles away. Why would I have to deal with a scum like you?"

The magic sword sounded a little angry, and began to change its moves. Various sword techniques of different systems were mixed out. It was diverse but not chaotic, and the strength was raised to a higher level.

"You hate my original form too, right? How about I let you go and let you go out and kill it?"

Dozens of moves went by, and after the two exchanged positions, Wang Chen raised his left index finger and said, "It's not certain who will win or lose."

"Hmph! Forget it, you useless piece of shit can't kill it. Let me have some fun imprisoning your spirit and see how long you can hold out in this illusion." The provocation escalated and the magic sword began to accelerate.

Wang Chen also began to show his true strength.

He had been practicing with the magic sword. Although the opponent was careless at first, the murderous intent was genuine. The opportunity to practice offense and defense with this kind of attack that carried the oppression of death was a rare opportunity.

As for what it said, after confirming that it was not the real body, it was all ignored.

Then the magic sword discovered that Wang Chen's blocking speed had also increased. Compared with the shaky resistance 18 days ago, at least it had blocked all the attacks. Not once was its flesh touched by the sword, so it could not exert its greatest ability.

It burst out with huge force to suppress it, and Wang Chen did not hesitate to use elemental force to increase its strength. This made it annoyed, and it wanted to call on the strange power in the sword to end the battle, but the vortex spun for a long time but it didn't use anything at all.

"Hmph! I can kill you with just my sword skills!"

"What are you talking about? This is incomprehensible!"

Wang Chen has completely regarded the magic sword as a whetstone to make his sword skills more perfect.

Sword intent! Sword intent! No matter what the sword intent is, I just want to win!

He gradually began to counterattack, and when the Heavenly Sword saw the right opportunity, it chopped at the chief instructor's right arm. Now, even if the real Demon Sword and the chief instructor appeared in front of him, he would not be "soft-hearted" anymore, because he had truly experienced that hesitation was useless in a battle. Only by solving the root cause...

But the magic sword was not a pushover. Although no intention could be seen in its attack, its own movements plus the movements of the chief instructor's arms really made it dance like a flower. The strange and unreasonable moves made it impossible for Wang Chen to break through.

The environment of this stone hall is monotonous and there is absolutely no space that can be used.

For a moment, the two sides were in a stalemate, and it depended on who would reveal a flaw first. Only one hit would be enough to finish off the other.

Wang Chen's condition is actually very bad. He had over-consumed his mental energy defending against the explosive tree's self-detonation, and now he has to rely on elemental power to assist in increasing his strength. In a protracted battle, he may not be a match for the magic sword.

Just when he was hesitating whether to expose his flaw, the magic sword lost its patience before him.

It's not that the magic sword has no power, but it's its nature. After fighting with the insects it doesn't care about for so long, it feels bored and is eager to win.

It began to not dodge or evade some attacks, and launched a desperate attack by sacrificing the body of the chief instructor. Although the chief instructor had a lot of bloody wounds on his body, Wang Chen was suppressed in an instant.

It laughed strangely and pushed Wang Chen towards the wall. Finally, it used the chief instructor's brick-like muscles and bones to jam the Sword of Heaven between his left armpit and left elbow. His left hand, which had long been shaved to the point of exposing the bones, also held the sword tightly.

Wang Chen could only abandon his sword. Thirty wind blades flew and shot towards the chief instructor from all directions.

"Give up resistance! If you can be resurrected, then I won't kill you this time. I will lock you in the illusion and then use your body to do bad things outside!"

Wang Chen was finally about to be hit by the magic sword in fear. He condensed thick elemental power in his right hand to block it in an attempt to avoid this contact, but was ruthlessly pierced by the magic sword, including his entire right palm.

The magic sword's wild laughter was heard in my ears, and my mind was pulled into the illusion.

……

"Grandpa, why do we have to put the fish back after we catch them?" Little Wang Yan asked curiously.

Before his grandfather could answer, Wang Chen said, "I know! Because the little fish is pitiful and worthless. If we put it back, it will grow bigger and we can eat it when it grows up!"

Grandpa added with a smile: "You don't feel accomplished if you catch a small fish, and the fish won't be happy either. Why don't you respect each other and let the fish grow longer."

"But it's been stabbed by a fishhook. Can it still survive?"

The old man with white hair and beard stroked little Wang Yan's hair and said, "Yan Yan, whether it lives or not is its business, and whether it is released or not is your business."

Wang Chen answered again: "It's the same with being a human being. Whether it succeeds or not is up to it, and whether you do it or not is up to you."

He pointed to the sky with one hand and stroked his non-existent beard with the other hand calmly.

"How do you know so much?"

"Because I asked all these questions when I came here to fish with my grandfather before, hahahaha!"

Grandpa nodded: "Chenchen remembers it all, not bad, not bad."

Wang Gan, who had been sitting silently on the left of his grandfather, suddenly raised the rod, and a small fish only two fingers thick was caught. He sighed, reeled in the line, and took the fish out.

"Hey, this fish is dead."

"Dead?" "Dead?"

Wang Chen and Wang Yan, who did not participate in fishing, said in unison.

"died."

"I know this. When you die, you have to be buried in the ground!"

Little Wang Yan hurried over from his grandfather's right, took the fish's body and carefully examined it. After confirming that it was beyond saving, he said to Wang Chen, "Let's dig a hole and bury it."

"died?"

"Dead. Not breathing."

"died?"

"It's dead! Look!" Little Wang Yan held the fish in his tender palm and raised it in front of Wang Chen.

"…You dig the hole, I have other things to do."

Wang Chen slowly looked around and confirmed that this was the Liuqing River near his hometown, a tributary of the Yellow River with many wild fish.

This illusion should be taken from the only time when they were young, when the three brothers and sisters went fishing together under the leadership of their grandfather.

He looked up at the sky, and the sky shattered. The scene above showed him using his right hand to block the magic sword but the sword pierced through his palm. The sword had penetrated half of his palm and was still going deeper due to inertia.

"Huh~, it seems I woke up at the right time."

"What are you talking about?" Wang Yan tilted his head, not understanding what his brother was doing.

Wang Gan glanced at it and uttered three words softly: "Chuunibyou."

"what is that?"

"Don't worry about him, he will be fine after a while."

"Oh……"

Wang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he had no way to explain it. He raised his right hand towards the sky, making the same gesture as in the outside sky, and then imagined that there was an invisible force gathering in his palm.

That was the wind. 70 wind blades gathered together like an onion, forming a wind-eroded sword with amazing lethality.

Of course, it can only be a fantasy in this illusion, and in the outside world, due to the time difference, the Wind Erosion Sword has not yet condensed.

It would take about a second or so for his palm to get close to the hilt of the magic sword. In this illusion, it would be a day and a half. He would have to maintain this middle school posture for the rest of the time... He hoped that his family would not interrupt him...

But illusions actually affect the mind. Logically, I just need to keep the thought in mind, and maybe I don’t need to take any action... But I don’t dare to try it lightly.