The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 200: Thousand Rocks Formation
"Miss Ying'er said that the perfume made from [Golden House Hidden Beauty] is sweet and dreamy, and is the favorite of little girls; the perfume made from [Shanyin Jinchuang] is noble and is the favorite of rich girls; the perfume made from [Piaomiao Xianyuan] has a gentle but long-lasting fragrance, like the dim sky and hazy fog, and is most popular among mature women."

"The Rock King likes the last kind!"

"Could it be that Emperor Yanwang is actually a big sister?"

The little mascot chirped as he flew to the left of Ying, while Zhongli walked to the right of Ying. After the three of them selected the "type of ointment that the Geo King would like", they returned to Liyue.

"Zhongli, what do you think?" Paimon leaned over and asked with half curiosity and half inexplicable excitement: "Will the Rock King be a mature, beautiful and gentle big sister?"

“Maybe?” Zhongli smiled and said, “There are thousands of incarnations of the Rock King Emperor. Perhaps there really is such an image.”

"Wow~ I really want to meet him."

Paimon exclaimed, then reacted and sighed, "It's a pity that the Rock King Emperor passed away. We only saw his giant snake form."

"There is a shop selling clay dolls in the port market. There are many clay dolls of emperors in various forms. If Paimon has time, you might as well go there and take a look."

"Great! Paimon has made note of it! By the way, Zhongli, I have another question."

"what is the problem?"

"Why was the blessing that the Geo King bestowed upon the people of Liyue during the Immortal Invitation Ceremony a gust of wind? Shouldn't wind be the power of Barbatos?"

"..."

The three of them chatted as they walked and soon arrived at Chihuyan.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Ying always feels that today’s journey is particularly easy and takes much less time, as if the earth beneath their feet is silently helping them.

But how is this possible?

It was probably because Mr. Zhongli was so knowledgeable and well-spoken that it was so pleasant to chat with him that I unconsciously overlooked the hard journey and the passage of time... right?

Ying was thinking, and when she looked up, she saw Tartaglia standing under the big tree of Chihuyan, with Qianyan Army beside her.

What crime did he commit to get him arrested? What should I do? Should I pretend I don’t know him?
Ying was stunned for a moment, then started thinking seriously.

"You are finally back."

Tartaglia's eyes lit up. Seeing Ying and the other two, he waved his hands vigorously, as if relieved. "Mr. Zhongli, please help me explain to these Qianyan soldiers that I am really not a suspicious person!"

A step too late... Ying felt a little regretful and followed Zhongli.

"You two, is there any misunderstanding here?"

"Are you Mr. Zhongli?"

Feng Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully. He finally confirmed the identity of the man in front of him. He clasped his fists and said, "Feng Yan, the coach of the Qianyan Army, is here by the order of Lord Tianquan to assist Mr. Zhongli in organizing the ceremony of sending off the immortals. We, the more than 300 brothers of the Qianyan Army, are waiting for Mr. Zhongli's orders!"

"You're too polite, coach."

Zhongli nodded, took out the task list he had prepared long ago, and handed it to Feng Yan: "These are the remaining matters. Coach, please arrange the personnel on your own. Don't delay."

"Yes!"

Feng Yan took the list, glanced at it, nodded, and carefully put it away. Then he turned to Tartaglia, his expression solemn: "As for this person, when we took over the security of the Immortal Sending Ceremony, we found him doing something sneaky, so we arrested him."

"Hey, what do you mean by 'take it down'?" Tartaglia crossed his arms and frowned, "I don't want to start a dispute with you, so I'm giving you a chance to listen to my explanation."

On Yujing Terrace, the place where the Liyue gods passed away, he fought with hundreds of Thousand Rock Army without any regard for the consequences... No matter how you think about it, it was too crazy.

Especially these Thousand Rocks soldiers, they are full of murderous aura. You can tell at a glance that they are not the green rookies who patrol Liyue Harbor on a daily basis. They are iron-blooded men who have seen blood, fought on the battlefield, and are not afraid of sacrifice.

Once the fight starts, things will definitely get out of hand. He might be able to escape from Liyue by then, but none of the Fatui he brought with him would be able to escape.

Feng Yan ignored Tartaglia and explained to Zhongli, "We checked the scene and found nothing unusual. This Fatui said he knew you, so I brought him here to wait for you to come back. Don't worry, we didn't make things difficult for him."

"I see. Thank you for your help, Master. But Master, you did misunderstand. This Mr. Young Master is our companion and the sponsor of the Immortal Sending Ceremony in his personal name."

Zhongli explained as much as possible. Feng Yan listened quietly, still with a cold face, but still turned around and bowed to Tartaglia: "I misunderstood, sorry."

Tartaglia raised her eyebrows slightly: "You are very hostile to the Fatui, why?"

"No comment."

Feng Yan had a blank expression on his face.

The Fatui and the Madman have done so many things in Liyue, but this Fatui who looks like an executive asked him why he is hostile to the Fatui... Huh, hostile?
It's hatred!
Feng Yan bowed to Zhongli, took the ointment, glazed lily, dust-cleansing bell and other items, and left with a dozen Qianyan soldiers behind him.

"What a strange and difficult guy."

Tartaglia half-closed his eyes, looking at Feng Yan's departing back, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhongli, how many Thousand Rocks soldiers like him are there in Liyue?"

Previously at Yujingtai, the more than 300 Qianyan soldiers, under Feng Yan's command, advanced and retreated in unison as if they were one. The fierce murderous aura soared into the sky, and he almost couldn't control his desire to fight.

Is this the Thousand Winds Army that was rumored in Liyue? I heard that it is a degraded version. I really want to see the complete version of the Thousand Winds Army... Tartaglia forced himself to suppress the passion and desire in his heart and turned his attention to the task assigned to him by the Ice Queen.

"I don't know either."

Zhongli shook his head and looked away, with emotion and memories in his eyes.

Thousands of rocks form a formation to ward off evil spirits.

On the ancient battlefield thousands of years ago, it was not just gods and immortals who guarded Liyue, but also a group of mortals who held spears, formed formations to resist the enemy, and fought to the death.

"Maybe a lot, maybe a little. But I believe that when the war comes, every Thousand Rock Army soldier holding a spear will look like this, or even stronger."

"...Liyue is indeed a magical country. I'm beginning to like it."

Tartaglia shook his head and smiled, then looked at Zhongli: "Mr. Zhongli, where are we going next?"

"The preparations are complete, so we should celebrate. Well, let's go to [Three Bowls, No Passing the Port]."

Zhongli thought about it, made a decision, and added, "It's my treat."

"Ok?"

"what?"

"Did I hear that correctly?! Zhongli wants to treat us?!"

Tartaglia, Ying and Paimon were greatly shocked and looked at Zhongli in disbelief. The little mascot even suspected that he was possessed by an evil spirit.

Paimeng took a breath, then thought of something, looked at Zhongli, and asked suspiciously: "Zhongli, do you have any money?"

Can't it be that treating a meal is really just treating a meal, or should we let [Young Master] pay?

Zhongli glanced at her and nodded calmly: "Of course I have, not much, but it's enough."

The three of them were even more shocked, and even felt inexplicably flattered.

Mr. Zhongli wants to treat us!

The kind that spends his own money!

"It's a pity that Mr. Chen had to leave Liyue Harbor for something and didn't get to see this scene." Tartaglia was quite regretful and laughed again: "Hehe, when he comes back and hears about this, he will definitely regret it very much, right?"

"Mr. Chen?" Ying was a little curious.

"Oh, Mr. Chen Tianfeng, he is a friend of Mr. Zhongli and me."

"..."

Ying suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Tartaglia: "You also know Tianfeng? Then do you know where he is now?"

(End of this chapter)