Genshin Impact: My roommate and I became funny Hilichurls

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"Don't worry, you won't die."

Zhang Chu slung the floating hut over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

The unconscious Yaksha's four arms hung limply at his sides, swaying slightly with each step.

The others followed in silence.

Gu Qian carefully held the Taiwei Instrument Plate, his seven-meter-tall body bent over, afraid that the bumps would hurt this "treasure" he had just found.

Er Kang was unusually quiet, his eyes occasionally glancing at Fu She's pale face.

Qingyu led the way, wind elements flowing from his fingertips, dispelling the miasma that permeated the exit of the giant rock abyss.

Ying and Paimon walked at the back of the group.

"What do you think... would the Great Sage Who Subdues Demons react if he saw Fushe?"

Paimon asked in a low voice.

Ying shook her head, her gaze falling on Fushe's drooping arm—covered with old scars, some so deep they revealed the bone.

Five hundred years have left too many marks on this Yaksha.

When everyone finally left the Abyss of Layered Rocks and the afternoon sun shone on their faces, the Wolf King suddenly pricked up his ears: "Someone is approaching... it's the aura of a Yaksha."

Almost at the same moment, a crisp sound of tiles shattering came from the roof of Wangshu Inn.

A near-torn scream pierced the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a dark blue figure stagger on the roof of the inn—the ever-calm and composed Demon Slayer was now nearly falling off the roof in shock.

After Xiao steadied himself, he used almost no magic and relied solely on his physical strength to leap off the roof.

His figure traced a blue trail in the air, and kicked up a cloud of dust when he landed.

Before the dust had settled, he had already rushed in front of everyone, so fast that Er Kang's "Sea Emperor's Crown" was blown away by the airflow.

"Floating Abode..."

Xiao's voice choked.

He stood before Zhang Chu, his pupils contracting sharply, his usual cold mask shattering completely.

He reached out his hand, trembling, but froze in mid-air just before touching Fushe's face, as if afraid that it was all an illusion.

Zhang Chu silently lowered Fushe from his shoulder and carefully supported Yaksha's back so that Xiao could see his brother's face clearly.

Fushe's head drooped limply to one side, his white hair plastered messily to his face, and his breathing was weak but steady.

"We found the Taiwei Instrument Plate in the Layered Rock Abyss."

The wolf king explained softly.

"Fu She's remnant soul was preserved inside, and it was only with a special soul stabilizer that he was restored to his physical form."

Xiao didn't answer.

His gaze swept over Fushe's face inch by inch, every detail awakening memories from five hundred years ago.

Ying saw the young immortal's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

Those two simple words seemed to have exhausted all of Xiao's strength.

He carefully took the floating vessel, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a fragile piece of porcelain.

Xiao trembled when Fushe's four arms unconsciously draped over his shoulders.

"I will take him to see the Emperor."

Xiao said that his voice had returned to calm, but the turmoil in his eyes had not subsided.

"He... needs treatment."

Just as Xiao was about to leave, Fushe suddenly let out a weak groan: "Golden Roc...?"

Xiao froze abruptly, looking down at his brother in his arms.

Fushe's eyes were half-open, his gaze unfocused yet carrying a warm smile, just like when he returned from each mission five hundred years ago.

A moment later, Xiao raised his head, the tear stains on his face had disappeared, and he had regained his usual coldness.

Only the slightly red corners of his eyes betrayed the emotional turmoil he had just experienced.

With a flash of blue light, Xiao and Fushe's figures had vanished from their spot, leaving only a few paulownia leaves slowly drifting down.

Chapter 59 Yaksha Reunion

"The characteristics of the Yaksha's soul have been recorded, and the entire territory is being scanned."

A cold, mechanical sound emanated from the chest of the twenty-meter-tall, silver-white Gundam. The Wolf King pierced through the clouds, leaving a trail of eerie blue energy in the night sky.

Qingyu, Erkang, Zhang Chu, and Guqian, four Hilichurls, clung to the outer edge of the Gundam's armor like pendants, while Ying and Paimon stayed in the relatively comfortable cockpit, looking down at the Teyvat land rushing past below through the observation window.

After almost a full day of intensive searching, and with the help of the Wolf King's powerful energy sensing and extremely fast speed, they finally located the last target deep in a desolate valley at the border of Liyue and Mondstadt.

The sky had long since darkened, and stars filled the inky blue expanse.

In the center of the valley, three faint yet persistent lights flickered uncertainly in the night wind, like candles about to burn out.

They display different colors:

A pulsating, fiery red mass (Fire Rat General Yingda)

A deep, flowing, dark blue aquamarine (General Snail Scroll - Conquering Difficulties)

There is also a thick, heavy, and solidified yellow like a rock (General Mind Monkey - Mi Nu).

In addition, the rescued Tengshe Taishou Fushe, who is currently being cared for by Zhongli in Liyue Harbor, and the Golden Roc General Xiao, who has always protected Liyue, and the once mighty Yaksha of the Immortals, have finally found an opportunity to reunite.

"found it!"

Qingyu excitedly patted the armor plate beneath him.

"Quickly! Prepare the medicine!"

Zhang Chu urged, while taking out three crystal bottles that shimmered like stardust from a special container at his waist.

The Wolf King slowly descended, its massive body kicking up a cloud of dust.

The four of them nimbly jumped down, and Gu Qian landed carefully, afraid of shattering the fragile soul light.

Ying and Paimon also quickly stepped out of the cockpit.

Without exchanging any further words, the four of them tacitly parted ways.

Qingyu walked towards the fiery red, Zhang Chu approached the deep blue vortex, and Erkang ran towards the calm earthy yellow.

Gu Qian's massive body stood guard vigilantly to the side—although there was probably nothing in this desolate wilderness that could threaten them.

"Hopefully this concentrated version of 'Soul-Solidifying Soup' is potent enough!"

Er Kang muttered to himself as he uncorked the crystal bottle.

The three of them simultaneously and precisely poured the liquid, which flowed with a galaxy-like radiance, from the bottle onto their respective remnant souls.

"Zi——!"

Like cold water dripping into boiling oil, a violent reaction erupted instantly! The three clusters of soul light suddenly expanded, contracted, and twisted, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

The illusory images of blazing flames, the phantoms of surging waves, and the heavy outlines of mountains flashed and collided violently in the light.

But the power of the medicine quickly penetrated, soothed, and reshaped.

The chaotic energy fluctuations were forcibly stabilized, and the blurry soul light solidified at a visible speed, outlining specific shapes—a woman as fiery as flames, a woman as gentle as water, and a man as steady as a mountain.

As the last ray of light faded, only three Yakshas remained asleep in the valley, their bodies transforming from illusion into real flesh and blood, their chests rising and falling slightly with their long breaths.

Yingda's fiery red hair spread across the ground like a burning sunset, while Fanan's smooth blue hair seemed to have water flowing through it. Mi Nu, on the other hand, was like a sleeping stone statue with a resolute and calm face.

"Phew... Done!"

Zhang Chu wiped away non-existent sweat and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It consumes a lot of resources, but the effect is outstanding. Okay, let's leave the rest to the professionals."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if in response, several streaks of light lit up in the night sky.

A mystical aura swirled around, and a powerful presence drew near from afar.

The first thing to fall was a bolt of purple lightning. Fu She's burly figure crashed to the ground with a thud, his four arms outstretched, his eager gaze instantly locking onto the three figures lying on the ground.

He was as if struck by a spell, his massive body trembled violently, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes were filled with a complex storm of unbelievable ecstasy and profound grief.

"My benefactors! Please wait a moment!"

Fushe's voice was hoarse and trembling with excitement. He wanted to express his deepest gratitude to the four Hilichurls and Luminous first, but when his eyes fell on the three faces on the ground that were so familiar to his soul, all the words stuck in his throat.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently a few times before he could barely find his voice. He turned to the crowd, bowed deeply—so deeply it seemed his back would break—and his four arms trembled slightly: "Thank you... thank you, our benefactors, for saving us! For allowing... allowing our brothers and sisters... to finally be reunited!"

Each word carries immense weight, brimming with five hundred years of longing and the ecstasy that follows despair.

A green shadow landed silently beside Fu She.

Xiao's figure remained as straight as a spear, but his unchanging, cold face was now clearly filled with immense shock.

His golden pupils contracted sharply as his gaze swept across the sleeping faces of Yingda, Fanan, and Minu, as if trying to etch every detail into the depths of their souls.

He pursed his lips tightly, his jawline taut, his knuckles white from gripping He Puyuan's hand, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Five hundred years of lonely waiting, the beloved he thought he had lost forever, now miraculously lying before him... This enormous shock left him speechless for a moment, he just stood there, like a frozen statue.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

With a clear and melodious cry of a crane, True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng gracefully folded his wings and transformed into human form as he descended.

She pushed up her glasses, and behind the lenses, her sharp eyes gleamed with intense amazement and curiosity.

"Truly... an astonishingly powerful ability! To be able to repair such a complete soul and give it substance... such a technique is something I, an immortal, have never heard of even after a thousand years of research!"

Her gaze swept intently over the four Hilichurls and the massive Wolf King Gundam beside them, filled with the sage's intense interest in the unknown mysteries.

The True Lord of Moon-Cut Sun walked in with steady steps, his huge antlers gleaming warmly under the starlight.

He didn't speak, but just stared at the three sleeping yakshas on the ground, then looked at the excited Fushe and the dazed Xiao, his eyes revealing deep emotion and a relieved sense of relief.

He nodded slightly, greeting the four-person group and Ying, his eyes filled with gratitude that spoke volumes.