The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 339: Suzaku Tianjun
The sky was clear and blue. It rained last night, not heavily, but it dispersed the last ray of dry air in late summer. The golden sun rose, and the soft morning light fell. The grass leaves swayed in the wind, and a few drops of water, which were not sure whether they were dew or rain, slid down and soaked into the soil, leaving no trace.

The old man leaned on his snake staff, squinted his eyes and looked at the busy boy happily: "Be steady, don't be impatient, it doesn't matter if you are slow, but you must not make mistakes, remember?"

"understand!"

Everyone responded, their expressions showing some joy and excitement.

Dozens of young men and women gathered around the old man with vigor, lowering their voices and discussing something. Finally, they nominated a young girl who was wearing a yellow skirt and looked a bit childish. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at the old man and said, "High Priest, will the gods really wake up today?"

"Of course, the gods sent down their oracle when the autumn rain fell last night."

The high priest looked at the group of young and energetic children in front of him, and the wrinkles on his forehead were kind. "You are all new children born during the period when the gods were asleep. I asked you to come this time because I wanted the gods to see how my new generation of holy spirits are. How are you? Are you nervous?"

"Don't be nervous, we will definitely not let the gods down!"

The girl puffed out her chest, like a proud kitten, which was quite pleasing.

The rest of the children also answered loudly, which made the old man more satisfied. His eyes almost narrowed into slits with laughter. He knocked the black stone floor with his snake staff, waved his sleeves, and pointed to the altar: "Very good! Feng Jun listen to my orders!"

"exist!"

The girl in the goose yellow skirt straightened her face and saluted respectfully, but she couldn't hide the lively look in her eyes.

"Go and bring up the gift that the Holy Spirit Empire presents to God."

"Mr. Feng obeys your orders!"

The girl turned around, faced the boys and girls, and waved her hand: "Line up, and go!"

"Yes!"

A group of young men and women quickly lined up and, under the leadership of Feng Jun, headed towards a certain place in an orderly manner. Not long after, a group of people returned with two huge carriages.

The frame is golden red, made of dozens of precious materials, and engraved with numerous runes. It is one of the proudest fruits of the wisdom of the Holy Spirit Empire.

It has only one function, which is extremely simple and pure, and that is to imprison and suppress foreign gods.

It is said that this thing was not originally designed as a frame, but the high priest thought it was inconvenient and thought hard for a long time before finally deciding on the current design. The high priest's reasoning was that if it was made into a frame, the hunting team would be able to easily transfer the spoils after a successful sneak attack.

"You crazy people! You crazy people!"

The imprisoned god on the left frame, who looked somewhat like a sea scorpion, yelled, "I didn't provoke you! I was just watching the show! Do you understand?! Let me go! Otherwise... Ugh! Ugh!!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jun jumped onto the frame, picked up a huge purple-gold plug with one hand, and plugged the sea scorpion's mouth. The girl looked at him with a serious expression: "You are not just watching the show. The high priest said that when you saw that our god showed signs of defeat, you attacked secretly."

“Mmmm! Mmm!!”

The sea scorpion god stared at the girl and wanted to speak, but he couldn't utter a word. He wanted to move his limbs and use his authority, but he was restrained by the golden and red frame and couldn't exert any strength at all. He couldn't help feeling sad.

He was a great god, worshipped by millions of people, but because he was targeted by the crazy people of the Holy Spirit, he ended up like this! The most infuriating thing was that the crazy snake of the Holy Spirit didn't even make a move, but He was defeated and captured by the crazy people of the crazy snake, and even his own kingdom was swallowed up by them!

The sea scorpion god was filled with grief, and noticed that his fellow sufferer on another carriage next to him - a god in the shape of a white deer - was surprisingly calm, as if he didn't care about his own fate at all.

The Sea Scorpion God was stunned for a moment, unable to tell whether the White Deer God had let it go or was so desperate that he just wanted to be buried in the snake's belly as soon as possible. The White Deer God noticed the Sea Scorpion God's gaze, seemed to smile, and said gently: "God of Tides, although we are gods, we will die anyway. There is no difference between being buried in the snake's belly or in the wilderness."

Damn, what a fool!
The sea scorpion god felt increasingly sad and began to regret why he had so many legs instead of two pairs of wings. Otherwise, he would never have been caught by this group of lunatics.

"High Priest, the gift has arrived!"

"Very good, send them to the altar."

"Yes, High Priest!"

Feng Jun and his companions brought the two carriages to the altar, and then followed the steps they had practiced many times to decorate the dining table for their god bit by bit.

"The children have all grown up. In another ten or twenty years, the Holy Spirit will be theirs."

The high priest looked pleased.

“Honestly, every time I see this scene, I feel that what the other gods said is right. The gods and people of the Holy Spirit Empire are all complete lunatics.”

A voice that could not be distinguished between a man and a woman suddenly sounded. The high priest was not surprised. He raised his hand to signal the others to continue working. He turned around and saluted the god who had arrived behind him at some point in time: "Suzaku Tianjun, you are here."

"Well, I felt that the snake was finally waking up, so I came over to take a look."

The Suzaku, a divine bird with beautiful fiery red feathers, nodded and looked at the gods and children on the altar, his eyes full of emotion: "How did you do it?"

The high priest naturally knew what the Suzaku god was asking. With a serious expression, he answered frankly, "Heart for heart, that's all."

Upon hearing this, Suzaku lowered his head and looked at the small, old human leaning on a snake staff. He uttered a "tsk" but did not say whether he believed it or not. "Which holy mountain of yours is the big snake on? I'll go find it."

"Holy Mountain No. 27."

"Number 27... Oh, I remember now. Old man, why did you set up so many holy mountains for no reason?"

"For safety, Suzaku Tianjun."

"...Except for the Great Snake, no other god would go to the lair of the enemy god and attack the sleeping god, right?"

"We are worried that the gods will progress."

"..."

Zhuque was speechless and simply stopped answering. He flapped his wings and flew straight to the Holy Spirit Empire, the 27th Holy Mountain. "You dead snake! Are you up yet?"

The high priest twitched his face and pretended not to hear. The gods don't have many friends, and Suzaku Tianjun is one of them. He is also the best friend who has accompanied the gods the longest.

Therefore, it was normal for the two gods to have some special names for each other, and there was really no need to worry about it. Of course, more importantly, even though his own god was now at the top of the list of gods in the Holy Spirit World, he was still no match for Suzaku Tianjun.

Apart from the First God who is unknown whether he really exists, Suzaku Tianjun is the undisputed strongest person in the Holy Spirit World.

(End of this chapter)