blogombal Chapter 813 The never-ending Flower Goddess Festival (5)
Chapter 813 The never-ending Flower Goddess Festival (5)
--Reality
Star's live broadcast room.
"The security situation in Xumi City is really disappointing."
"Robbing people in the street is like a bandit threat, but it can be done openly. It's really eye-opening."
"It's a rare opportunity for me to come to this celebration. I wanted to enjoy a moment of peace and joy, but you chose to seek your own death."
"very good--"
"I'm really a little angry now."
In the picture, accompanied by a lazy and cool voice of a royal sister, a woman with long cold platinum hair and a simple white dress quietly appeared from behind Ying and her group.
She walked towards the crowd with firm and calm steps. Her hair shone with a cool luster like moonlight under the light, as if it had its own high-light filter, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present.
Xing's eyes widened with astonishment, and she blurted out, "What white legs!"
A crisp "pop" sound was heard.
As usual, Sanyueqi swung his fist without hesitation, striking Xing in the face with pinpoint accuracy. He then turned his gaze to the screen and muttered thoughtfully, "This guy... looks a little familiar."
She tilted her head slightly, her tone hesitant: "It's been so long since we last met, my memory is a little fuzzy."
Liuying looked at her intently, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. After a moment, she spoke seriously, "Isn't this 'Madam'? The last time we met was during the Lantern Festival."
She sighed softly, a meaningful smile on her lips: "It seems that he has finally been released from prison and seen the light of day again."
[Madam! Wifey, please be kind!]
[The same appearance as the first time we met.]
[The Queen stepped on me! ]
【It's been a long time since I saw a lady appear.】
[I originally thought Dixia was pretty cool, but now that I see her with a hint of style... Dixia? Who is she? I don't know her!]
[MiHoYo, you finally remembered our lady who's still serving her sentence! When will the rich person be released from prison?]
[It’s hard to say about the rich man; he is the mastermind after all.]
——Teyvat
Xumi City, Grand Bazaar.
The cold wind whistled through the sun-drenched Xumi City, stirring up fine dust and adding a touch of chill to the bright sky.
A woman in a simple long dress stood quietly between Ying and his group and the Gilded Brigade, her clothes fluttering in the wind, like a cold moon flower blooming on the edge of a storm.
Dishia, who had originally shown a bit of contempt when facing the Gilded Brigade, the moment the woman appeared, the arrogance in her eyes suddenly froze, and then turned into deep vigilance.
She unconsciously bent forward slightly, like a maned lion sensing a deadly threat, her muscles tensed, every nerve silently warning—
Danger! Extremely dangerous!
Even during the years of fighting for life and death with those ferocious holy beasts in the Death Desert, Dixia had never felt such a suffocating sense of oppression.
The chilling feeling of being stared at by the abyss didn't descend directly upon her, but it permeated the entire place like an invisible pressure. Even so, she could still clearly sense the terrifying depths of that power.
The Gilded Brigade, the primary target of their threat, seemed frozen in an extremely cold cave. The figure before them resembled an iceberg descending from time immemorial, its icy cold spreading throughout its body, freezing the air, its breath, and even its heartbeat.
They couldn't move, even their fingertips couldn't tremble, only their eyes were filled with horror and despair.
"Unfathomable..." Dishia whispered in her heart, each word weighing as heavy as iron. This was no longer simply the aura of a powerful being, but the pressure from the Lord of the Abyss, enough to terrify ordinary people.
The one who came was none other than the Seventh Fatui Executor—
"Miss".
She had fought with Ying and his group several times in Mondstadt and Liyue, leaving behind some not-so-pleasant experiences. Therefore, the moment her figure emerged, Paimon cried out in surprise:
"Ma'am! Is that you?"
Dina Zedai stared at the cold figure in amazement, her tone filled with incredible hesitation:
"Is she... also an acquaintance of yours?"
Ying pursed her lips slightly, nodded with a slightly awkward expression, and said in a low and solemn voice:
"The Fatui's Seventh Executor... Madam. We have had some... unpleasant pasts."
The implication is that although they have known each other, they are not necessarily friends.
Ying didn't dare risk their friendship—whether the woman would truly stand by her side. Although their conversation at the Lantern Festival had been cordial and a touch of warmth had been revealed, she had already sternly drawn the line: the next time they met, they would be enemies.
Now, although the knot in her heart has been quietly untied and the lady's mood has changed, she is still the Fatui executor who swears allegiance to the Ice Queen and wears the will of frost, and her position has never wavered.
She ignored Paimon, who was standing there in bewilderment. Instead, her gaze was as cold as a blade, as she stared coldly at the terrified Gilded Brigade members before her. A chill permeated her body, as if the air had frozen solid.
What Ying had just said was clearly heard by everyone present, shocking them all.
The Fatui Executor - that is the supreme combat force directly under the Seven Gods, who intimidates the continent of Teyvat with his iron-blooded methods and unparalleled force!
If such an identity is placed on Mount Sumeru, it is equivalent to possessing the lofty prestige of a sage and the combat power of a great disciplinary officer that surpasses all countries.
What's even more frightening is that the top three executives are powerful enough to even rival the ancient demon gods, and their reputations are forged with countless blood and battles!
Of course, few people know the last point.
However, this was enough to shock Teyvat and make the Fatui's notoriety spread widely among the Seven Kingdoms.
In contrast, these gilded brigades usually just make a living by making small profits - after all, what they plundered is nothing more than insignificant small change in the eyes of the fools.
When had he ever had the good fortune to witness, let alone face, such a great figure who could shake the heavens and the earth? The fear at this moment had already penetrated deep into his bones.
"Executive...Executive Officer, we...we have no intention of offending you..." The representative of the Gilded Brigade had a trembling voice and cold sweat on his forehead. Before he finished speaking, a biting cold wind suddenly blew up.
In an instant, solid ice roared and spread from the ground, scurrying like a silver snake, climbing up along their feet, and in an instant froze the entire team.
In a matter of seconds, the members of the Gilded Brigade, who had been shouting and clamoring just now, had transformed into crystal clear ice sculptures, frozen in a moment of horror and despair.
The woman raised her hand gently, her gesture elegant yet utterly cold. Following her call, several debt collectors, clad in black robes and cloaked in shadows, emerged from the darkness, their steps steady and orderly.
"Send these ants who ruined my mood to the gate of the Ministry of Justice." Her tone was indifferent, as if she was giving instructions for a trivial matter. "Let the Ministry of Justice handle this trouble."
After the order was given, the debt processing personnel immediately took action, steadily lifted up the frozen bodies, and disappeared at the end of the street.
All that remained was the empty square and the lingering biting cold, silently telling of the cruelty and majesty of the scene just now.
[Handsome, domineering! ]
[I just like the style of killing people when a disagreement arises.]
[That's right, I don't understand why this former enemy would help us now. Could it be that the Teyvat succubus's physique is starting to take effect again?]
[When I encounter this kind of thing, I kneel down and lick it. ]
[You better not covet her body. Just to be clear, she's a widow... That doesn't seem like a disadvantage...]
"Isn't that even better? I'll just use the Wei Wu Legacy!"
"Five hundred years ago, Xumi City's public security was already worrying. And now, five hundred years later, the situation remains unchanged. A kidnapping farce staged in broad daylight is truly astonishing."
"The world is really going downhill and it's hard to reverse the situation." The lady whispered to herself, with a hint of sarcasm and indifference in her tone.
Before she finished speaking, the frosty aura around her quietly subsided, and the oppressive feeling dissipated.
She turned slowly and her eyes fell on Ying, who looked wary.
"Dina Zedai, you and Dixia go back and get what you want first, and leave this to us." Ying whispered to Dina Zedai.
"But..." Dina Zedai hesitated to speak.
"Miss, let's go first. Staying here will only disturb the travelers." Dishia walked to Dina Zedai and said.
The lady's strength was only the tip of the iceberg, but Dixia could still judge that she was no match for her.
But Ying and her group were different. Dixia could tell from their reactions that they were not necessarily weaker than the ladies.
Seeing Dixia's statement, Dina Zedai could only sigh slightly and then left with Dixia.
The lady watched the two of them leave, and then her eyes fell back on Ying and her group.
Looking at the three wary people, the lady's eyes flickered slightly, and she rolled her eyes with a hint of disdain, her lips curled up slightly: "If I really had hostility, why would I wait until now to take action?"
"Put away your hostile look," she said indifferently, "I'm not coming here for you."
Ying and her companions still held their weapons tightly, their expressions alert, not relaxing at all.
Seeing this, the lady narrowed her eyes slightly, as if thinking, then sighed softly, her tone slightly helpless:
"Don't worry, I'm not here for the Grass God's Heart. The real mastermind is 'Doctor', I'm just assisting him."
After hearing this, the three men's brows relaxed a little and their vigilance subsided a little.
However, Paimon muttered:
"You said you don't want the Heart of God, so what exactly are you doing here? You can't be here to participate in the Flower God's Birthday Festival, right?"
The woman raised an eyebrow and pointed matter-of-factly to the brightly lit and bustling festival stalls not far away. "Isn't it strange to participate in the Flower Goddess' Birthday Festival?"
"Participating in the Flower God's Birthday Festival...that's not difficult to understand." Ying responded in a low voice.
After all, we have seen Ganyu and Yuanxi from Liyue; Arataki Ichito and Kuki Shinobu from Inazuma, and other envoys from various parties gathered in Xumi to present birthday gifts to the little auspicious grass king.
It is reasonable for the Kingdom of Winter to send representatives to attend as a sign of diplomatic courtesy.
But the problem is - the Fatui's executive officer actually showed up in this peaceful ceremony.
No matter from which angle you look at this picture, it exudes an indescribable weirdness and subtlety.
Especially for Ying and his group who had traveled all the way and had repeated confrontations with the Fatui, this sense of disharmony was so strong that it was almost suffocating.
Looking back on the past——
In Mondstadt, they once attempted to steal the Sky Harp (although they failed because Jun Bai borrowed it in advance); they coveted the Heart of the Wind God, and although it was actually a deal between the Ice Queen and Wendy, they still appeared as if they were forcibly seizing it;
In Liyue, he wreaked havoc in the Golden House, awakening the ancient demon god Osel and causing a massive wave. Although this was to fulfill his contract with the Geo King, his methods were extremely cruel.
In Inazuma, he instigated a policy of isolation, secretly manipulated the rebels, used innocent people as sacrifices for the evil eye experiments, and ultimately caused chaos in the castle tower, disturbing the peace of the entire country;
Even on the Golden Apple Islands where everyone took a short rest, there were some Fatui secretly deploying dream devices in an attempt to spy on the deepest secrets of people's hearts.
Every single incident is vivid in my mind, and every encounter is accompanied by conspiracy, conflict and destruction.
In the eyes of Ying and others, the Fatui are no longer just “villains” - they are synonymous with turmoil, messengers of disaster, and the shadow lurking beneath the surface of peace.
Because of this, when an executive, covered in the cold winter frost, a symbol of power and danger, stood in the center of the bustling and cheerful Flora Festival and casually said, "I'm here to celebrate," the absurdity and irony almost made people doubt their ears.
Trust? It's not something that can be easily established.
Doubt? That's the natural reaction.
"However, you are a member of the Fatui after all, so it's only natural for me to be extra cautious." Ying stared at the lady, his eyes calm and alert. "Besides, the last time we met, you said that the next time we meet, we will be enemies."
"Did I...say such a thing?"
The lady was slightly startled, then revealed a thoughtful expression, as if searching carefully in the depths of her memory.
After a moment, she chuckled. "Perhaps. But even if I did say that, it only means, in my opinion, that the next time I confront you, I will be tasked with seizing the Heart of God."
Paimon's eyes widened, his face filled with shock.
"You're just so unrestrained in expressing your ambition to covet the Heart of God? That's too direct!"
The lady shrugged nonchalantly, her gesture calm and elegant:
"For the top brass of Teyvat and those who are well-informed, the Fatui's Executors' desire for the Heart of God has long been an unspoken secret, isn't it?"
The corners of her lips curved up in a meaningful arc. "You could even say that Her Majesty created us, the Executive Officers, precisely to gather the seven Hearts of God. Our mission has been closely tied to the Hearts of God from the very beginning."
She raised her hand and gently brushed the ends of her hair. Her tone suddenly became indifferent, even a little lazy:
"However, as you can see now—the doctor is in charge of all the core matters, while I am only responsible for some trivial and insignificant basic work... It's actually quite good. It saves me a lot of trouble, and I actually enjoy the free time."