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

"System, please help me see if there are any tonics that can help me quickly restore my original essence."

Zhao Chuan returned to the hotel and activated the system.

In a corner of the restaurant...

"Miss Navia, you're here! Ahhhhh, I've been looking for you!"

Ying and Navia heard a hurried male voice and turned around to see a man in a guard uniform rushing over, panting heavily.

"Hey, aren't you from that security team? What's wrong?"

Paimon stared at the man in front of him and said, puzzled.

"You had barely left when news came from Illyra Island that another trial was about to begin!"

The man calmed himself down and said composedly.

"Wasn't that place built for trials? Don't make such a fuss."

Navia asked, puzzled.

"No, no, the key person being judged is... I think his name is 'Tartaria,' he's the executor of the Fools!"

The man waved his hand and said.

"What...Young Master, this guy is somehow connected to the serial disappearances of teenage girls?"

Ying and Paimon exclaimed in shock after hearing this, unable to believe that he would be involved as well.

"What's wrong? Have you heard about it?"

Navia was even more puzzled now, and looked at Ying and said.

"Yes, I've not only heard of it, but I've also had countless tragic relationships with other women."

Paimon slapped his forehead speechlessly.

"This time, it's this person's turn to be accused of being the murderer in the serial disappearances of teenage girls. Isn't that outrageous?"

The man was equally perplexed, clutching his head and saying speechlessly.

"Why is this happening? He has absolutely nothing to do with our investigation!"

Navia was still in a daze, lost in thought.

“I also found it strange, which is why I rushed over to tell you that if the charges against him are upheld, the security force may not support us in investigating past cases.”

The man nodded in agreement and offered his explanation.

"Because they'll think the murderer has already been found, right?"

Navia also came to terms with it.

“Yes, by then it will be much more complicated to help Mr. Carles overturn his case.”

The man said with a helpless expression.

"I understand, partner. What do you think we should do now? We don't have any solid evidence yet."

Navia looked at Ying with a pleading gaze.

"But I just don't understand. The Water God and the Supreme Judge know very well that the age of this case is the same as the age of the executor. How did he come up with the idea of ​​judging him?"

Ying pondered for a moment.

"Oh right, last time we helped the Fools clear their name, they retaliated against us. Although we didn't succeed, if we wanted to retaliate against the Fools again, we should have accused the boy instead of dragging you into it?"

Paimon listened and said admiringly, not admiring his own ideas, but speechless at Villette's actions.

"How about this, we'll split up. You go and keep things at bay at the opera house, and I'll go find clues."

Ying stared at Navia with serious eyes and said.

"Okay, let's do it this way. I believe in your abilities."

Navia nodded in agreement.

Then they set off.

What is Zhao Chuan doing? Cultivating, of course.

He purchased three Rejuvenation Pills and some spirit stones from the system, and then began to set up an array to recover from his injuries.

He was naturally aware of the fact that he and Fu Ningna had practiced dual cultivation, but at the time they were both shy and did not mention it.

Looking back now, he realizes that his first time wasn't with his woman, and he can't help but feel like he's cheated on them.

However, when he thought of the scene of the two of them embracing tightly when they parted, and saw that he had already established a connection with Funina in the system's relationship list, his mood calmed down a little.

With the aid of elixirs and formations, after two hours of cultivation, he finally recovered two-thirds of his injuries.

"Is the young master here?"

A young male voice came from outside the door. Although the voice was not loud, it made Zhao Chuan's heart tighten.

He quickly became alert, searched for the mask in his storage ring, and then put it on his face.

The moment the mask was put on, a mysterious light enveloped Zhao Chuan's body, and his originally ordinary clothes gradually changed under the influence of the light. Eventually, they transformed into a loose black robe, and his black and white hair gradually turned pure white, as if cursed.

The mask covered his eyes and half his face, revealing only a slight upturned smile at the corners of his mouth.

That smile revealed a sinister and cunning air, sending chills down one's spine and making one's hair stand on end.

"Come in! What is it?"

The boy sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said with a relaxed expression.

“Young sir, I am Nareed, a trainee soldier under your command.”

The man, wearing a protruding eye mask and a red trench coat, knelt down and spoke respectfully.

"How did you know I was here?!"

The boy's voice, carrying a hint of authority, entered Nareid's ears.

"This……"

Nalid's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and his hands trembled slightly, as if he were somewhat nervous and uneasy.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only a low gurgling sound came from his throat.

"Ha, you've been following me!"

The boy frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

He realized that he might be being watched, and the fact that they were able to find him here meant that they knew his whereabouts very well.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. How could he have been so careless back then? He had actually given others an opportunity to take advantage of him.

"Hehe, tell the truth, otherwise, you probably won't be able to leave this door today."

The boy's tone turned stern, and a flame flickered in his hand, as if he were about to strike at any moment.

His gaze, sharp as a sword, stared directly at Nareid, sending chills down one's spine.

"My lord, spare my life! I really didn't mean it! I was just following orders!"

The soldier was drenched in sweat, his face as pale as paper, and he was trembling as he kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

However, the boy snorted coldly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. The flames in his hand instantly erupted, carrying a scorching heat as they struck the soldier.

The soldier stared in horror as the flames were about to strike him, but they only grazed past him and hit the wall outside the door instead.

With a loud "boom," a large hole was blasted in the wall, raising a cloud of dust.

The soldier was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Speak, who sent you to follow me?" the boy asked coldly, his voice carrying an air of authority.

"Yes...yes, he's a servant. I'm his subordinate. He's the one who arranged for me to follow you."

The soldier was terrified and dared not hide anything any longer. He quickly clutched his life and said...

"Oh, really? He's investigating me! Looks like he doesn't trust me."

The boy stood up, shook the flame in his hand, and then spoke.

"I'm telling the truth, please let me go!"

Nalid dared not look up at him; his face was already covered in sweat.

"When did you start investigating me? Why did you reveal your identity?"

The boy gave a sinister smile and patted Nareed on the shoulder.

“After you and your servant parted ways, I followed you for a while, but after you entered the secret realm with the water god, I dared not go alone and could only return to report. As for the servant, I was merely responsible for carrying out the mission. As for what happened later, I learned that the water god had returned, and then received orders from my servant to tell you this, which is why I revealed my identity.” Nalid’s voice carried a hint of fear, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock he had just experienced. But this time, his words flowed exceptionally smoothly, without the slightest pause.

The boy listened quietly to Nareed's account. Although he still had doubts, he no longer doubted him. After all, the other man's performance seemed flawless.

“Alright, in that case, tell me what happened.” The boy nodded, signaling Nareed to continue.

"The young master has been arrested, and is said to be accused of being the mastermind behind the series of missing girls." Nalid's tone was slightly calmer, but the unease in his eyes was still obvious.

"This matter? Hmph, it's within my expectations. But how did you get involved, young master? If he wants revenge, shouldn't he come to me?" The young man frowned, a puzzled look on his face.

"Well... young sir, I've said everything I needed to say. May I leave now?" Nalid asked cautiously, seemingly eager to leave.

"Come back, how long will this trial take?"

The boy straightened his clothes, opened the window, and turned around to see Nareid retreating little by little.

"It's been going on for over an hour now."

Nalid said respectfully.

"Also, don't tell anyone about my identity except you and my servant, or you'll die!"

The boy put a hand on his neck and threatened.

Nalid quickly nodded and bowed, indicating that he would absolutely not utter a single word.

The boy looked at Nalid's obedient demeanor, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned and left the room.

"Looks like it's not too late to go now. The trial isn't over yet, is it?"

The boy arrived at the top of a mountain, gazing into the distance, a hint of excitement and anticipation flashing in his eyes.

He knew he had to go there, because only in that way could he prove his strength and worth.

He took a deep breath, then transformed into a shooting star and flew towards the opera house.

The meteor streaked across the sky like lightning, moving at such a high speed that it was impossible to see its form clearly.

The boy arrived above the opera house.

He looked down at the scene below and noticed that there weren't many people around the opera house.

The boy hovered in the air for a while, then flew towards the opera house stage.

The boy walked down the corridor and soon arrived at the courtroom. He saw a huge stage with a judge sitting on it.

They were looking seriously ahead.

"Sorry I'm late, the real show is just beginning."

The boy said with a sneer.