Genshin Impact: The Sharpshooter of Teyvat

Shao Yun and Ying arrived at the Southern Cross Martial Arts Competition. The audience was so enthusiastic that they surrounded the arena.

Uncle Yun, the warrior who won the second place in the Chihuyan free-fighting competition and captured the treasure-stealing group, was standing tall in the center of the arena. He had a burly figure and gave people a strong sense of power.

Paimeng, who was in the crowd, noticed the arrival of Ying and Shao Yun at a glance. She waved her arms happily, attracting their attention.

"Finally you two are here. The finals are about to begin. We can't miss it!"

Shao Yun looked at Paimeng's excited look and asked, "It seems that Paimeng is looking forward to this game."

Paimon chuckled and said, "Of course, this is the finals!"

The three of them got together for a while, enjoying this rare leisure time.

However, Shao Yun was secretly thinking about something else. The contestant named Feifei was from the Treasure Stealing Group, and his target was the Eye of God.

Although this matter has nothing to do with Shao Yun, in order to save some time, Shao Yun plans to take care of it.

So he found a suitable time to say goodbye to Ying and Paimon.

"You guys enjoy the game first. I have some personal matters to take care of. I'll be leaving first."

Ying's gaze was still on the ring, and she only responded softly.

"Oh, go early and come back early."

Shao Yun's figure quietly disappeared among the crowd, but all this did not escape Fengyuan Manye's keen perception.

Wan Ye became suspicious, and then he caught a whisper of the wind in his ears. He suddenly realized what was going on and followed Shao Yun closely.

Soon, Wan Ye caught up with Shao Yun and called softly, "Mr. Shao Yun."

Shao Yun stopped when he heard the voice, turned around and waved to Wan Ye.

"Hello, Mr. Manye."

"What are you doing..." Wan Ye's gaze unconsciously turned to the place where the Eye of God was stored in the distance, and he already had some guesses in his mind.

Seeing this, Shao Yun smiled slightly, tapped his head lightly with his fingers, and said meaningfully: "As you said before, intuition is often more reliable than any clues. Mr. Wan Ye, do you want to act together?"

Upon hearing this, Wan Ye's eyes flashed with approval, and then he answered firmly: "Okay, I'll go with you. The Eye of God is the prize I promised, and I will not allow it to have any mistakes."

……

In a corner of the Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament, on a seemingly ordinary table was placed a white gilded box emitting a faint luster. That was the box that contained the Eye of God.

Since this was a grand event organized by Beidou himself, everyone was convinced that the place was safe and no one dared to act rashly, so the precious box was displayed defenselessly out of everyone's sight.

Feifei, a contestant with a flawless disguise, who is actually a member of the treasure-stealing team, came to the table quietly.

His shifty eyes darted around and finally locked onto the eye-catching box.

He approached slowly, being extremely cautious with every step, for fear of disturbing any sound around him.

Finally, he came to the box, gently touched the cold metal surface with his gloved hand, and then carefully opened the lid. An empty shell of the Eye of God, exuding the unique charm of Inazuma, lay quietly there.

An indescribable excitement surged in Feifei's heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, almost reaching his ears.

He quickly and carefully took out the Eye of God and gently put it in his arms, as if it was the treasure he had always dreamed of.

However, just as he was about to turn around and leave, a crisp "click" sound suddenly came from behind his head, as heart-wrenching as the whisper of death.

Shao Yun, a cold-blooded man holding a cowboy revolver, had quietly appeared behind Feifei. He pulled the hammer, stared at Feifei with a sharp gaze, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Mr. Manye, come and see what we caught? A rat that doesn't steal food, but steals the Eye of God!"

Fei Fei was horrified when he heard that. He turned around suddenly and saw the black muzzle of the gun pointed squarely at his forehead. A shadow of death instantly enveloped him.

"Tell me how you want to die?" Shao Yun said coldly, "Do you want to be hanged or drowned?"

Feifei was so scared that her legs went weak. She knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together, and begged for mercy.

"Master, please spare my life! I just stole something, you don't want to kill me..."

Shao Yun remained unmoved. He kept the muzzle of the gun pressed against Feifei's head, his tone full of threats.

"Oh, you still think you're right? The 'truth' is in my hands now! If I say you deserve to die, then you deserve to die!"

Feifei was so frightened that he almost cried out, "Help! Someone save me!"

Just then, a gentle but firm voice broke the deadlock.

"Mr. Shao Yun, don't scare him. Take him to the big sister." Wan Ye patted Shao Yun's shoulder gently, his tone full of calmness and indifference.

When Shao Yun saw that the main person was speaking, he nodded, then swung the gun and signaled Feifei to stand up.

"Go away, you rat who doesn't steal food but steals the Eye of God, you should be glad that you didn't steal my things..."

Shao Yun paused for a moment, put his mouth close to his ear, and whispered, "Otherwise, you will experience what it feels like to hang yourself with your own intestines."

Feifei was so scared that she let out a "嘤" and almost fainted. This was too fierce.

……

Immediately afterwards, Feifei was brought to the scene of the Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament by Shao Yun and Wan Ye.

Beidou looked at the contestant named Feifei, his legs shaking with fear.

"Mr. Shao Yun, Brother Wan Ye, what are you doing..." Beidou's voice was filled with confusion.

Shao Yun smiled lightly and gently pressed the muzzle of the gun in his hand against Fei Fei's back, signaling him to speak.

Feifei collapsed instantly, fell to her knees, and began to beg for mercy incoherently.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I... I was blinded by greed and stole the prize, the Eye of God. I was really wrong..."

As he spoke, he took out the empty shell of the Eye of God from his arms, presented it with both hands, and said with despair and regret: "I know I was wrong. I voluntarily give up the competition. I only ask you to forgive me this time."

Shao Yun raised his eyebrows in a puzzled manner and asked, "Is it that simple? Nothing else to say?"

Feifei was so scared that he almost cried, and he made incoherent excuses.

"I... I'm a good person, really! I was just confused for a moment. My opponent was too strong, so I wanted to take a shortcut... I repent! I really repent!"

Shao Yun raised a meaningful smile and said slowly, "I didn't say you were a bad person. After all, everyone makes mistakes. I'm just curious why you are so eager to say that you are a good person."

Fei Fei was stunned when he heard this, and then realized that he had let the cat out of the bag, and his face became even paler.

Shao Yun took the opportunity to search him and found a treasure-hunting crow seal of a treasure-stealing group and waved it in front of him.

"What is this, Mr. Treasure Thieves?"

Once this thing appears, it will be a different story.

In the former case, when a person makes a mistake due to a momentary lack of clarity, Beidou may just teach you a lesson and then let you go.

Now, this is called the Treasure Stealing Group stealing property. The Treasure Stealing Group is not a good thing. Beidou will kill you and the Qianyan Army will not care about you.

Beidou was furious when she saw this, she never expected that these greedy, cowardly, money-hungry guys in the treasure-stealing group would set their sights on her!

"Yoho! How dare you, the treasure-stealing group, run wild in my territory! You must be tired of living!"

Feifei was so scared that she kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"I'm sorry! I was really wrong! I won't do it again!"

Beidou waved his hand and said coldly: "Come here! Escort him to Liyue Port and hand him over to the Qianyan Army for disposal!"

When Shao Yun heard Beidou's handling of the matter, he couldn't help but sigh at the way 12+ handled it. If this was stealing his things, Shao Yun would probably just pull out the intestines of this treasure-stealing group and let them hang themselves on the southeast tree. He didn't have the leisure to hand it over to the Qianyan Army...

As Beidou gave the order, two crew members of the Death Star quickly stepped forward, picked up Feifei and took her away from the martial arts competition.

Beidou rubbed his temple, looking a little tired.

"Ah...it seems like this finals match is over before it even started. Thank you both so much for helping catch the thief. I really didn't expect that someone would dare to do such a trick right under my nose."

Shao Yun shrugged his shoulders to express his helplessness.

"Those people in the treasure-stealing group are all guys with brains smaller than almonds. There is nothing in the world that these guys dare not steal. They only care about treasures and profits, and don't care about occasions and rules."

Beidou sighed in agreement: "Yeah...it seems like we need to be more careful when holding martial arts competitions in the future."

Seeing that the matter had been resolved satisfactorily, Shao Yun planned to leave.

"Okay, you guys continue chatting, I'm going to find Ying."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Beidou and Manye standing there discussing how to explain it to the audience.

……

The final of the Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament ended because Feifei and his treasure-stealing group stole the Eye of God. Uncle Yun won without a fight and he became the focus of everyone's attention.

Beidou and Kaedehara Manye personally presented him with the award.

Wan Ye handed the precious empty shell of God's Eye to Uncle Yun.

"Uncle Yun, here you go."

Uncle Yun looked at the empty shell of God's Eye in his hand, with endless expectations in his heart.

However, fate did not seem to favor Uncle Yun. Although he was full of expectations, he tried for a long time but failed to light up this empty shell of God's Eye.

He had no choice but to return it to Wan Ye, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Alas, it seems that I have failed. I return the Eye of God to you."

Wan Ye put away the Eye of God and hurried to comfort Uncle Yun.

"Don't be discouraged. This is your medal, the champion medal of the Southern Cross Fighting Association."

Uncle Yun took the medal and hung it on his chest. Looking at the glittering golden medal sparkling in the sun, he also came to terms with it.

“Even without the Eye of God, I can still live a wonderful life.”

This sentence is not only an encouragement to myself, but also an inspiration to everyone present.

Upon seeing this, Beidou immediately raised Uncle Yun’s left arm and shouted to the audience around him.

"Let us cheer for the champion with the warmest applause!"

Suddenly, there was thunderous applause and cheers. Uncle Yun's heart was also infected by this enthusiasm. He waved his arms excitedly and immersed in the joy of victory with the audience.

Shao Yun, Ying, and Paimeng also stood in the crowd, applauding Uncle Yun's victory.

Shao Yun looked at Ying beside him and asked softly, "If you had participated, you would be the one standing on the stage receiving the cheers from the crowd. Do you regret it?"

Ying smiled and shook her head, then looked up and met Shao Yun's gaze.

"I don't regret it, because Shao Yun, you taught me how to shoot. The joy of learning new things is the happiness that medals cannot bring me."

When Shao Yun heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart. He smiled and patted Ying's shoulder.

"Hahaha, at your current speed, one day, your marksmanship will surpass mine."

However, Ying shrugged helplessly.

"Compared to guns, I still prefer to use a one-handed sword."

Shao Yun heard this and rolled his eyes. He made an interesting suggestion and said, "Then you can hold a one-handed sword in your left hand and a revolver in your right hand. What do you think?"

The left hand is for close combat, the right hand is for long-range combat, from now on Ying is Gundam!

Ying heard this, smiled and shook her head, explaining: "Come on, the clothes I'm wearing now can't be used with a one-handed sword."

Just as Shao Yun was wondering, Ying was wearing a Fontaine-style "cowgirl" suit, which looked quite simple, so why couldn't she use a one-handed sword?

The system saw through his doubts and popped up a prompt at the right time.

[Ying wears the foreign traveler costume called "Rising Star" and can master foreign swordsmanship]

[Ying wears a gunslinger outfit called "Cowgirl" and can accurately control a revolver]

[Note: These two sets of costumes are mutually exclusive, and the weapons cannot be used interchangeably.]

Shao Yun suddenly realized. He didn't expect that there could be so many things to say about this dress.

If the weapons from the two sets cannot coexist, Shao Yun personally does not want Ying to hold the Edgeless Sword. That thing has too low damage and doesn't look good either.

Then he put forward his suggestions to Ying.

"Well, Ying, I think you might as well keep your current outfit and use a gun. After all, there is a saying that goes, 'Seven steps away, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is faster and more accurate.'"

Upon hearing this, Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Why, are you disgusted with my previous outfit?"

Shao Yun chuckled, stretched out his fingers and gently stroked Ying's chin, with a hint of doting in his tone.

"Silly boy, I like you, not what you wear. From now on, you can choose whichever of these two sets of clothes you like. No matter which one you choose, I will fully support your decision."

Ying picked up the kitten and said, "That's more like it..."

……

The hustle and bustle of the Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament finally came to an end. The audience slowly dispersed with their own thoughts and stories, and each of them set out on their journey home. The Solitary Cloud Pavilion once again returned to its tranquility.

The Death Star was quietly anchored at the shore, making final preparations for the upcoming journey.

Boxes of supplies were loaded onto the ship, but Shao Yun, Ying and Paimeng still needed to stay in this quiet place for a while, waiting for the day when the Death Star would set sail.

In the dead of night, in a room on the Death Star, Paimon had already fallen asleep. She lay on the bed in an extremely relaxed posture, her breathing even and long, and it seemed that even her dreams were so sweet.

Shao Yun, however, stood by the door, his eyes flashing with anticipation and excitement. He looked out the door from time to time, silently repeating the name in his heart - Ying.

Finally, the door was gently pushed open, and Ying's figure appeared at the door.

There were still drops of water hanging on her hair. She had just finished a shower and her face had a slight blush, which made her look even more beautiful.

Upon seeing this, Shao Yun immediately took a step forward, took several steps at a time and came to Ying's side. Without hesitation, he stretched out his arms and gently held her in his arms.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a teasing smile, and he whispered, "Ying, it's time!"