Genshin Impact: Report to the Emperor! Xiao Shen is creating people again

The seven elements have transformed into countless elemental reactions, exploding in the sky, forests, and deep in the earth along with the silhouettes of the gods fighting fiercely.

Shen Qianluo fought for a long time.

Suddenly falling to the ground where grass leaves were shaking and flying, the bamboo flute that was shining in the boy's palm swept across the clear excitement, his headband and silver hair fluttering in the wind, and the color in his golden pupils was already excited to the point of being breathtaking.

"——I found you."

The forearm was only slightly cut due to a moment of carelessness. The god suddenly rushed forward with his eagle claw-like fingertips that almost burned the surrounding space. In a trance, he carried the only dazzling light in the night, and with a "puff", he pierced through the opponent's chest in one fell swoop.

This battle is still the most beautiful battle ever fought by the god who surpasses himself day by day.

The hot and bright red blood slid down the pretty cheek, and along with the crisp dripping sound of falling into the other dimension, it seemed to ignite the enthusiasm and reverence of the onlookers.

"As expected of Shen Qianluo!" "Who on earth would dare to be his enemy when he is so powerful!"

"Tsk..."

The imaginary deep forest flew away like a bubble at the moment the battle ended. The shadow that was pierced through the chest stared at the boy who was breathing slightly with displeasure. The next second, a silver light flashed and turned into pure soul power and injected into his chest.

"Next time, I will kill you..."

Ignoring the last remnants of his own soul's aggrieved groans (?), the boy slowly relaxed his guard, tilted his head, and his dazzling golden eyes seemed to penetrate through layers of space to the followers who were watching and cheering.

"The battle is over, continue your training."

The intimidating voice had a great effect. The young god looked down at everyone from above, watching them respond and disperse. Then he glanced thoughtfully in the direction of Zhongli.

Even the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, but he managed to restrain himself with pride.

Seeing the young master fighting so coolly and handsomely, a weak auxiliary demon god must have already prostrated himself and conceded to the young master's might.

He is not a child, he doesn't need any pats on the head or hugs...

He saw Zhongli smiling at him, standing there waiting for him to return, neither humble nor arrogant, with a doting and gentle expression...

Shen Qianluo:?

Why doesn't this weak demon god know how to respect the gods? !

The step he tried to take almost went wrong, and the young master quickly stopped where he was and looked away, pinching his chin in an elegant and thoughtful manner, but his curly and swaying alopecia stood up inexplicably, and swayed back and forth in confusion.

For some reason, my calm mood started to fluctuate.

Does he really look like a child?

Isn’t it elegant, noble, powerful and handsome enough for a god to achieve this?

Do not……

It is obvious that his people respect him very much. The faith that the young master receives day and night is always extremely strong. He will always achieve amazing victories and will always be surrounded by love and cheers. How could he be a child who needs to be pampered?

So the god strengthened his ideals and beliefs on his own, pretended to ignore Zhongli, glanced at the Phoenix Demon, turned his head proudly, and walked in the opposite direction.

Since there is nothing wrong with me, then the demon with the problem is obviously this bad guy who came from nowhere.

"Oh?" As a considerate follower, the Phoenix Demon God naturally understood the hint from his young master. His brows raised slightly, but he continued to smile and stretched lazily.

"Our young master has always been very strong, don't be too surprised. Time will prove that following him is the best choice you have ever made in your life."

"Hey, new guy." Without waiting for Zhongli to answer, he turned his head slightly and said with a sly smile, "It just so happens that I'm free right now. Since we're already here, do you want to... practice with me?"

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"My Lord, I quit!"

So when Shen Qianluo, who pretended to be reserved, strolled back home in aloofness, the first thing that flashed before his eyes was a crying and throwing a tantrum (crossed out) Phoenix Demon.

The tall stature, lean figure, small wings, hot breath, and the tearful expression of begging for pity made Shen Qianluo's eyebrows jump, his tone turned cold, and the corners of his mouth raised a warm arc: "Strike?"

At the same time, a sense of foreboding arose in the young master's heart.

Seeing his smile, he decisively took a step back and bowed his head. The scene returned to normal in a second. The Phoenix Demon God cleared his throat and said, "Young Master, do you know what skills the auxiliary demon god has?"

"Skills? He's powerful?"

As expected, the person who broke the defense of his powerful fire-type follower was Zhongli.

His expression became slightly more focused because of the other party's words. As the boy listened to the detailed report from his family, his expression gradually became strange.

The reason why his followers were so troubled was not because Zhongli was too strong or had too many skills. Quite the opposite. He was forced to fight to test his strength, and he only used one skill in the entire afternoon.

Impregnable.

From then on, he just stood there leisurely, allowing the strong fire to almost engulf him, without moving an inch, calm and composed.

Until the powerful and exasperated Fire Phoenix Devil smashed his claws so hard that they felt painful and burned...

Shen Qianluo was silent.

The family members, whose tone became increasingly embarrassed, also fell silent.

"My Lord, I really didn't let you down."

The Phoenix Demon God raised his claws and swore. Seeing that Shen Qianluo did not have any intention of blaming him, he still could not help but give him a good advice: "Young Master, why don't you... go and test him yourself?"

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At this moment, Zhongli was worried about another thing.

While watching Shen Qianluo fight with the other half of his soul, he asked his followers several questions. One of them was the origin of the boy's method of splitting his soul.

"You ask this? It's surprising, right? The most fundamental reason is that the young master is too powerful. How can ordinary demon gods survive a few rounds under his hands? Even as his direct relative, I am no match for him."

"So, the young master was really lonely, so that day he sat... here, at the highest point of this martial arts training ground, and looked at the starry sky for a long, long time, and researched this secret method."

"His split soul cannot leave the alternate dimension he created, but this is all in the present tense. You know that the Tianli lineage will become stronger with age. When the young master becomes stronger in the future, maybe this is the secret method that can replace the original body's actions to a certain extent?"

"Will this secret method harm the soul? Wow, it's really strange that you are actually worried about the safety of the young master? His soul power is the strongest I have ever seen in my life. When the clone dies, it will spontaneously flow back to the main body."

"Don't worry, it's not like my soul is split into many parts. How could Shen Qianluo be hurt?"

……

With a quick sigh, Zhongli stood in front of the window, looking towards the direction of his lover's residence. His golden dragon pupils became more and more gloomy in the dim room: "Qianluo..."

The fingertips half resting on the window frame exerted a little force, but what he knew very well in the future was Shen Qianluo's...

"When the weak demon god lives alone, he just stands here and looks at the scenery?"

Then, the boy's soft, yet calm and alert voice suddenly came from behind. When she turned around, half of the dusk light outside was blocked by the man's tall body. There was no candle in the room, and they were confronting each other like this, one high and one low.

There was a brief silence.