Transmigrating to the world of Genshin Impact and becoming a big shot.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully comprehending elemental power and advancing to the second level of the Human Body Realm."

"Congratulations, host, on achieving the accomplishment (True Cultivation). Reward: 2,000 points and 20,000 Mora."

The system's voice appeared in Zhao Chuan's consciousness space.

"What the heck are these achievements? System, how many rewards are there?"

Zhao Chuan stopped meditating and entered the consciousness space, asking the system questions in confusion.

"Achievements refer to things that ordinary people cannot accomplish and the rewards obtained by the host through independent exploration, such as catching fish in mid-air, etc..."

"The system's reward mechanism is achieved through selecting tasks, issuing tasks, hiding tasks, achievements, and assigning tasks. Note (assigned tasks must be completed under duress; failure to do so will result in penalties)."

The system patiently explained to Zhao Chuan.

"So what are the benefits of these rewards?"

Zhao Chuan pressed for more information.

"Rewards include equipment, pills, cards, cultivation points, points, lottery tickets, system opportunities, Mora, wishes, and items."

"Equipment, pills, items, and Mora can be obtained through lotteries. There are no other ways to obtain them (except for pills and items). Points can only be used to purchase items, cards, and pills. The remaining items can only be obtained through quests, which include Mora, system opportunities, items, lottery tickets, cultivation points, wishes, cards, points, and items."

The system gave a long explanation, and all the knowledge was poured into Zhao Chuan's brain.

Zhao Chuan paused for a moment, then slowly nodded and left the consciousness space.

We are outside right now.

Ying had woken up and sat down by the fire, admiring the stars in the sky.

"Ying, you're awake."

Zhao Chuan exited his meditation and saw Ying sitting alone by the fire, so he went over and said something.

"Okay, you go and get some rest. I'll take over for the rest of the night."

In Ying's mind, Zhao Chuan was just an ordinary person who needed to rest. Although he was a master of martial arts and wielded his spear with unparalleled skill, he couldn't resist the drowsiness.

"I'm fine, but I'm worried about you being alone."

After saying that, he sat down next to Ying and straightened his meditation posture. It wasn't that he didn't have other postures, but he was used to sitting like this. There was no other way; cultivators were used to meditating like this.

"Zhao Chuan, do you know that my brother and I once traveled through many starry skies?"

Ying looked at the stars that had condensed in her hand and said slowly.

"You have an older brother?"

Zhao Chuan looked at Ying's sorrowful face and asked in confusion.

"Yes, my brother and I were originally envoys traveling the world, but a battle caused me to lose him, and I also lost my power. Now I have embarked on a journey through the seven kingdoms to find the truth behind my brother."

As Ying spoke, she crushed the star she was holding in her hand.

"Hey, that's great, you still have a brother who's good to you."

Zhao Chuan looked up at the distant starry sky and sighed.

This statement is filled with envy for Ying and a sense of injustice suffered by herself.

"What's wrong, Zhao Chuan... you seem to have something on your mind."

Ying looked at Zhao Chuan, whose face was full of worries, and said.

"It's nothing, just some old stories. Do you want to hear them?"

Zhao Chuan said.

"If you have something on your mind, you can talk to me about it. Maybe I, as your friend, can help you share your burdens."

Ying placed her hand on her chest and said confidently.

"Hey, Ying, I've been away from my hometown for a while now, and I miss home too."

As Zhao Chuan spoke, he took out a jar of wine from his storage ring and continued.

"I used to think about escaping my parents' watchful eye and living a carefree life on my own. Now that dream has come true, I suddenly regret it."

As he spoke, he opened the bottle, tossed the cap aside, and asked Ying if she wanted some. After Ying refused, Zhao Chuan began to tell his story again.

"Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world. Just like the river, it keeps flowing forward and never looks back."

As he spoke, he picked up the jar of wine and poured it into his mouth, wiping his mouth after he finished.

"I'm homesick now. I wonder if my father's hair will turn whiter after these days? Will my brother take advantage of my absence to harm my father?"

As soon as she finished speaking, tears fell from Zhao Chuan's eyes and onto her delicate hands.

"My brother attacked our father—"

Ying covered her hands with her hands and asked in confusion.

“Our family has been royalty for generations, and the whole family has managed a country. Power is something that people like us dream of and crave. You know, and you’ve seen it during your travels. These people can do anything for power.”

Zhao Chuan explained.

"I really can't understand why people need to have certain rights to feel at ease when they're supposed to enjoy life to the fullest."

"Every day they eat meat, drink alcohol, chat and laugh, and the whole family lives a very comfortable life."

"Sigh...sometimes I envy those ordinary families. They can sit at the table and eat together, saying whatever they want. How carefree they are!"

Zhao Chuan picked up the wine jar again and poured it into his mouth. A few minutes later, he put the jar down and looked at the bright white moon.

"Look at this moon, how round and bright it is, and how beautiful its symbolism is, but where I am, it is red."

"Many ordinary people envy the royal family, but don't they also envy ordinary family members? As long as people live a meaningful life, even if they have a lot of gold, it will eventually run out. So why should they value it so much?"

"I'm content as long as I can eat my fill and have fun every day, don't you think, Ying?"

Zhao Chuan suddenly passed the question to Ying.

"Yes, there is so much fighting in the world, it's all about either power or money."

Ying subconsciously echoed.

"Hahaha—this wine is so delicious! Such a beautiful day, I really want to compose a poem to let this wine and food fulfill their true value, and let the people over there know that even without delicacies and songs of pleasure, one can still live a very carefree life."

Zhao Chuan poured the wine into his mouth and stared blankly at Ying, saying...

"It's actually Zhao Chuan's poem, then I am extremely honored."

Ying smiled, her eyes narrowed.

"good--."

Zhao Chuan stood up excitedly and shouted.

A slight flush had appeared on his face, which made his steps unsteady, but he did not fall. He summoned his spear, holding it in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"

With a flick of his wrist, Zhao Chuan sprinkled the wine in his hand onto the tip of the spear. The wine on the tip ignited instantly due to friction with the air.

"Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting the sorrow of white hair, which is like black silk in the morning but turns to snow by evening?"

The sound was very loud, yet the voice was kept low, so it could only be heard near the tent.

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"Everyone has their own unique talents, and even if I spend all my money, it will come back again."

Zhao Chuan then threw the gun into the air, turned around and jumped, kicking the gun handle. The highly spinning weapon created a fiery wheel-like display of light. After Zhao Chuan fell from the air, he drank the wine in the jar in one gulp and finally caught the falling gun.

"Let's enjoy steamed lamb and slaughtered oxen, and drink three hundred cups of wine in one go."

"Master Cen, Master Danqiu, let's drink! Don't stop drinking!"

"I'll sing you a song, please lend me your ear."

Ying watched as the intoxicated Zhao Chuan brandished his spear in front of the cliff, and she couldn't afford to relax for a moment.

"Bells and drums, delicacies and jade are not worth treasuring; I only wish to be drunk forever and never wake up."

"Sages and worthies of the past are all lonely, only drinkers leave their mark."

“In the past, Prince Chen held a banquet at Pingluo, where he drank ten thousand cups of wine and indulged in merriment.”

Then, lowering his voice, Zhao Chuan slowed his spear movements and continued in a sorrowful tone.

"Why did the ancients speak of having little money? Just buy some wine and drink with me."

"A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold, a sorrowful heart; call the boy to exchange them for fine wine, to dispel with you the sorrows of ages past."

After Zhao Chuan finished singing, he walked over and sat down next to Ying, following the motion of wielding a spear.

"Ying, how was my recitation?"

Before Ying could even speak, Zhao Chuan had already fallen asleep on Ying's slender white thighs, his body still carrying a strong scent of wine, and a fragrant aroma of peach blossoms wafted over.

"It seems you've had a tough past."

Ying stroked Zhao Chuan's long hair as she spoke.

Looking at Zhao Chuan's black hair mixed with golden-white strands, Ying pulled out a red rope from somewhere and tied Zhao Chuan's hair together, making a high ponytail.

After finishing the ritual, I looked into the distance, enjoying the cool breeze as I watched the birds and beasts soaring freely.

"Brother, are you alright now?"

He stroked Zhao Chuan's hair and said softly.

Slowly, Ying remained in a daze until dawn.

"Good morning, Ying, oh...oh—"

Paimon, who had just woken up, rubbed his eyes and greeted Ying. When Paimon floated in front of Ying, he saw this scene and started shouting.

(Paimon: "You're the one making a fuss, your whole family is making a fuss, I'm just surprised.)

“Hey, Paimon, keep your voice down.”

Ying watched as Paimon put his middle finger to his lips to signal him to be quiet, and then lowered her voice and said something as well.

"Ying, what's going on? Why is Zhao Chuan lying in your arms? What happened yesterday? Did I miss something?"

Paimon floated to Ying's ear and asked her three questions in a row.

“He had been drinking, and I was worried he would catch a cold if he slept on the floor, so I let him sleep here. But he is a bit restless in his sleep; his hands are always touching this and that.”

As Ying spoke, she put Zhao Chuan on the ground, got up, stretched, and rubbed her numb legs.

"There is definitely a smell of alcohol, but why does it smell so good? Aren't people usually smelly after drinking? Why does he smell so good?"

Paimon looked at Zhao Chuan, who was already immersed in a sweet dream, and asked in confusion.

Ying shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

While Zhao Chuan was asleep, Ying and Paimon were already packing their things.

Soon after...

"You guys are up so early? What time is it?"

Zhao Chuan rubbed his eyes and slowly got up.

At this moment, he had no idea that he had slept on Ying's lap the night before, and that his hands had been wandering into Ying's thighs. Although Ying was not indifferent to these things, she felt a little ashamed to talk about them, so she simply kept quiet about it.

"Get up and wash up, let's get going, it's getting late."

Ying opened her little hands and said.

"Row."

After Zhao Chuan finished speaking, he went to wash up.

A few minutes later.

They then embarked on another journey.

"Ying, he got drunk and acted crazy yesterday, please don't mind him."

A happy smile appeared on Zhao Chuan's gentle face. He explained slowly.

"By the way, Zhao Chuan, what kind of wine is that? Why do you smell so strongly of wine?"

Paimon asked, puzzled.

"That's called peach blossom wine. It's wine made from peach blossoms. After being buried under a peach tree for forty-nine days, it's ready to drink."

"The aroma is rich and long-lasting."

Zhao Chuan explained.

They traveled along the way, filled with laughter and joy, until they arrived at their destination.

Wow, it's so tall and big.

Zhao Chuan was the first to be shocked.

"Is the desert just beyond that wall...?"

"I remember this wall is called a [sand barrier], used to keep out the wind and sand. Such a high wall must be a (miracle) of the Great Tree King."

Paimon exclaimed in admiration as he looked at the tall and majestic building.

They passed through the city gate and were amazed by the magnificent buildings and houses along the streets.

"It is indeed magnificent."

Ying said calmly.

This time, a strangely dressed man with a lot of muscle, wearing green clothes, walked between Ying and Paimon.

"...Don't just stand there, come here and follow me."

The man continued walking forward, turning back to look at Ying when he was a short distance ahead.

Ying and Paimon exchanged a glance, then looked at the man in surprise.

"Erhesen—"

Ying said incredulously.

"This way..."

The man named Elhesen ran ahead without saying a word.

"he is?"

Zhao Chuan looked at Ying and Paimon following him and asked in confusion.

"Come along with us. Don't worry, he's not a bad person."

Paimon floated in the air and turned back to speak to Zhao Chuan.

Zhao Chuan followed after him, looking completely bewildered.

"Elheisen ran over there, let's hurry and follow him, what happened?"

Paimon looked at Al Heysen, who was running hurriedly, and asked in confusion.

The group ran to the edge of town and disappeared into a small alley.

At this moment, a group of gilded brigade members dressed in gray-white shirts and cloth armor shorts, with curved swords hanging at their waists, ran towards the location where Ying and Zhao Chuan had passed.

Ying and Paimon, inside the alley, watched their every move through tiny gaps.

"What happened! Where did she go?"

The gilded troupe members, who had run to the end, looked around in confusion and asked.

"...Damn it, how did I lose them? They were definitely still here..."

The gilded tour group complained.

At that moment, not far away, Ying and Paimon were crouching in the corner of the wall, watching the gilded troupe looking on with confusion.

"It's the Gilded Brigade. Whose men are they this time... So we've been followed?"

Paimon looked at the group and said.

“You were too careless. The tracking methods used by these guys were very clumsy. You should have noticed them sooner.”

Hiding behind the box, Elhesen crossed his arms and spoke to Ying.

"Thank you, Elhesen."

Ying thanked him.

Zhao Chuan leaned against the wall, silently sensing the movements of the gilded troupe.

"No need for thanks, I have absolutely no interest in your reciprocal favors."

Elhesen turned around and looked at the departing gilded troupe, speaking to Ying.

"Alright, they're gone. You can talk about whatever you want. I'm going outside to check if anyone is still following us."

After Zhao Chuan finished speaking, he walked out of the alley.

"It's just helping people correct their mistakes; it's a habit I developed at the Academy."

Elhesen ignored the person who had interrupted him and continued speaking.

Zhao Chuan, who was not far away, used his divine sense to explore the surrounding situation.

"Heh, that's interesting."