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

Chapter 52 Shen He, it was just a friendly spar.

"Zhao Chuan, are you done yet? Let me in quickly, I need to get something."

A blue and white crane knocked on the door and said.

He was met with silence, which left the crane bewildered. It could only sigh, shake its head, and return to the stone chair.

"Master, should I just smash the door open and barge in to kick him out?"

At this moment, a woman with a graceful and slender figure, possessing a captivating and alluring curve, and exuding a cold and aloof aura, slowly approached. Her figure was as delicate as a willow swaying in the breeze, or a flower branch swaying gently, light and elegant; her skin was as white as mutton-fat jade, delicate and smooth; the tight-fitting clothes accentuated her graceful figure, her eyes were like deep lakes, cold and mysterious; her hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, a strand of white hair in her eyes adding to her indifference, and the perfectly placed opening at her hips revealed her naturally fair skin to the world.

"Shen He, you're a girl, don't be too violent, peace is the most important thing."

While fiddling with the mechanism in front of him, True Lord Liuyun Borrowed the Wind instructed his disciple.

“But Master, he has been staying in your cave for three days.”

Shen He, slightly puzzled, pointed towards Zhao Chuan's location and said.

"Those who cultivate must not be impatient. If one is restless and agitated, evil spirits will be hard to dispel. That is what your master taught you."

Liu Yun stroked Shen He's hair and spoke patiently.

"Ahem, who's talking bad about me?"

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Hmm, Zhao Chuan, you've come out like this. How's it going? What do you think of the immortal energy from Mount Aozang?"

Liu Yun looked at Zhao Chuan, who seemed to be in good spirits, and said.

"It's nice and quiet. Living in seclusion in the mountains here is truly a pleasure for both body and mind."

Zhao Chuan loosened his muscles and praised.

"That's right, look who chose this place."

The proud Liu Yun was also very pleased to hear his praise.

"Liu Yun, this must be your apprentice."

Zhao Chuan sized up the aloof woman behind the large bird.

"Yes, his name is Shen He, and he is also a child with a tragic fate."

Liu Yun nodded slowly as he introduced the situation.

"Hello, my name is Zhao Chuan, but I'm afraid my self-introduction is unnecessary, since you already know my name."

Zhao Chuan smiled and looked at Shen He, only to find her standing there motionless.

"Well, my name is Shen He. My fate is solitary and I am prone to hurting those around me. Mr. Zhao Chuan, it would be best if you didn't get close to me. I'm afraid I might hurt you."

Shen He took a few steps back and said.

"Hmm, at least he's somewhat polite, unlike how fierce he was just now."

Zhao Chuan nodded in satisfaction and replied.

"You've already finished your cultivation, why aren't you coming out!"

Liu Yun heard a few keywords and started to argue.

"Hey, I just finished and then I heard your apprentice making a scene outside."

Zhao Chuan's face showed a hint of embarrassment as he spoke.

"Hmph, nobody would believe you."

Liu Yun turned her head and pretended to be angry.

"Alright, let's get down to business. Shen He, let's have a spar and see how good your martial arts are."

Zhao Chuan regained his composure, and a serious tone came over him, carrying an irresistible pressure.

"Master!"

Shen He looked at Liu Yun, wanting to ask for her opinion.

"Alright, Shen He, go ahead. Let me see if your skills have improved."

Liu Yun agreed, but asked Zhao Chuan to suppress some of his strength, since Zhao Chuan already possessed the strength of a Demon God.

"Okay, I understand." After saying that, he looked at Shen He and said, "Shen He, come on, draw your gun and attack me."

Zhao Chuan took several steps back and summoned a dark gold spear from his storage ring. A gold and black dragon was coiled around the spearhead, its mouth open, biting at the spear tip.

"Very well, Mr. Zhao Chuan, please enlighten me."

After speaking, Shen He summoned a deep blue spear. Having been baptized by the World Tree, Zhao Chuan recognized the spear as a sharp weapon made of strange crystals. It emitted a faint blue light, as if telling the wielder that the forger had gone through countless hardships to create it. In short, it possessed a malevolent aura, and if an ordinary mortal were to take it, they would likely develop inner demons.

Without a word, Shen He gripped her spear tightly and chanted an incantation. In an instant, a flash of cold light appeared, and a mysterious talisman formed from condensed ice crystals materialized on her chest.

The talisman emitted a chilling aura, as if it could freeze the surrounding air. Immediately afterward, a biting wind howled up, like a surging torrent, closely following Shen He and rushing straight towards Zhao Chuan.

Amidst the swirling winds and billowing clouds, the chilling aura grew increasingly intense, carrying unparalleled power, seemingly threatening to devour everything. Zhao Chuan sensed the approaching force, but his expression remained calm. Compared to Shen He's imposing aura, it lacked the arrogance of the Doctor. His eyes flickered slightly, and a surge of pale white lightning power blocked the sudden attack. This pressure then turned to Shen He. Zhao Chuan raised the tip of his spear to face the storm directly; the pale white lightning clinging to the spear tip had formed a wall, isolating Shen He's attack.

Zhao Chuan closed his eyes slightly, chanting incantations as his hands formed hand seals, his spiritual energy surging wildly like a tidal wave. He concentrated all his spiritual energy into the spear in his hand, causing the spear to emit an eerie, ghostly light.

Zhao Chuan brandished his spear, attacking Shen He with fierce momentum. A loud "bang" rang out, and Shen He's attack was easily thwarted.

Immediately afterward, Zhao Chuan gripped his spear tightly, leaped into the air, and thrust it straight at Shen He like an arrow released from a bow. The speed of this attack was so fast that Shen He had to take it seriously.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Shen He dared not be careless in the slightest. She quickly twirled the spear in her hand, her eyes focused and sharp, staring intently at Zhao Chuan's movements. Just as Zhao Chuan's spear was about to strike her, Shen He suddenly dodged to the side, simultaneously forcefully lifting the spear upwards.

The spear tip collided with Zhao Chuan's spear, sparks flying. Shen He used the force to retreat, barely managing to break through Zhao Chuan's attack, but her arm trembled slightly from the impact.

"Not bad, it's rare that your strength can withstand the power of an early-stage demon god, but you need to be careful from now on."

After Zhao Chuan finished speaking, he flicked his spear, and the tip of the spear swung straight at Shen He like a venomous snake! There was a loud "bang" and sparks flew everywhere, but Shen He was not to be outdone. He instantly raised his spear and held it horizontally in front of his chest, steadily blocking the attack.

Immediately afterwards, the two figures intertwined, each wielding a long spear in a thrilling contest. Zhao Chuan's spear technique was fierce and powerful, each move carrying a sharp momentum; while Shen He was agile and unpredictable, her moves varied and elusive.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with flashing swords and the clanging of metal. The two sides exchanged blows, neither willing to give an inch, like two fierce tigers locked in a relentless battle, neither willing to concede defeat easily.

After a fierce struggle, Shen He suddenly unleashed a sweeping attack, but Zhao Chuan, quick-witted and agile, anticipated it. He swiftly seized an opening at Shen He's waist and thrust his spear straight at him. However, this seemingly fatal blow failed—Shen He keenly sensed the danger and immediately mobilized the ice elemental power within his body.

In the blink of an eye, several talismans formed from ice elements appeared at her waist. These talismans shimmered with a cold light, as if they possessed life. Immediately afterward, Shen He's figure flashed, soaring into the air like a swallow, while simultaneously taking a step back to create distance between herself and Zhao Chuan.

At that moment, the previously still talismans began to change. As if imbued with a soul, they rapidly converged, forming a phantom-like humanoid figure, as ethereal as ice and snow. This figure was entirely transparent, radiating a chilling aura, like a messenger emerging from an extremely cold land.

The next moment, the humanoid figure formed from ice and snow rushed towards Zhao Chuan at an astonishing speed, and exploded upon reaching its target! Instantly, ice shards flew everywhere, a cold wind howled, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Faced with such a powerful attack, Zhao Chuan sensed danger and quickly cast a spell.

"Raikage - Blink".

Zhao Chuan's figure transformed into lightning, dodging the explosion formed from ice and snow, leaving behind only a phantom image of a long, jet-white spear.

Shen He returned to the ground and charged towards Zhao Chuan like a whirlwind. His spear, like a dragon, thrust straight out with astonishing speed. Zhao Chuan, who had just appeared, nimbly planted his spear into the ground, bent over, and narrowly avoided the attack.

Shen He withdrew his spear and slashed downwards, aiming straight for Zhao Chuan, who was bending over and getting up.

Zhao Chuan swiftly raised his leg, kicking away the incoming spear. He straightened up as he did so, raising his hand at the same time, arcs of dark white electricity flashing in his palm. Not far away, the dark white spear left on the ground seemed to fly up as if it had a mind of its own, heading straight for Shen He's chest. Shen He's eyes flashed with blue light, and he wanted to resist, but was stopped by a voice.

"Shen He, this was just a friendly sparring match; the outcome is already decided."

Zhao Chuan waved his hand, knocking away the spear that was propped up in front of Shen He's chest, stretched, and said with a relaxed expression.

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Zhao Chuan."

Shen He said respectfully.

"How is it, Zhao Chuan? How is my disciple's strength?"

Liu Yun had been watching the battle for a long time and saw that although his disciple had lost, he must have left a good impression on Zhao Chuan.

"Hmm, graceful as a swallow, divine marksmanship, lightning-fast reflexes, and the strength to uproot mountains—you've certainly trained such an outstanding disciple!"

Zhao Chuan deeply agreed and nodded slightly in response.

"That's right. My disciples aren't juniors either. What, are you regretting handing Jiang Li over to A-Ping?"

Liu Yun was secretly delighted, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"No regrets, hehehe."

Zhao Chuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile. He also winked and made a face to tease Liu Yun.

"You! ...Tch, whatever."

Liu Yun was angry, but she didn't dare to show it and maintained her arrogant demeanor.

"Thank you for reminding me, though. I almost forgot about her."

Zhao Chuan regained his composure and spoke to Liu Yun.

"I'm going back to Liyue Harbor to find Jiang Li now. Goodbye."

Goodbye, Mr. Zhao Chuan.

Seeing Zhao Chuan fly away, Shen He's gaze returned to Liu Yun's side.