Genshin Impact: My roommate and I became funny Hilichurls

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The True Lord of Flowing Water and Stacked Mountains followed closely behind, and this immortal also showed a rare expression of emotion.

He looked at the scene of the Yakshas reuniting before him, then at the four seemingly comical but miraculous Hilichurls, and finally turned his gaze to the silent, towering mechanical creation, the "Wolf King," and slowly uttered two words: "...Well done."

These two simple words represent the highest praise this immortal could possibly offer.

Starlight silently spilled into the valley, illuminating the three Yakshas who had been reborn, the reunited Fusha and Xiao, and the "Outcasts" who had created all these miracles.

The immortals surrounded them, and the air was filled with a silent awe, a deep sense of gratitude, and a complex atmosphere of profound sorrow and joy that spanned five hundred years.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, just for this hard-won reunion.

Chapter 60 Immortals' Feast

At the summit of Mount Aozang, the open-air stone platform in front of the immortal's cave is now filled with lights, laughter, and the enticing aroma of food, sweeping away the usual chill.

The enormous stone table was laden with a dazzling array of delicacies from all over Liyue, as well as many exotic dishes that had never been heard of or seen before—these were naturally the Wolf King's creations.

"Delicious! So delicious!!!"

General Fire Rat Yingda's voice was so loud it almost shook the leaves off the trees.

She sat on the chair without any regard for her image, with a mountain of bowls and plates piled up in front of her.

She grabbed a golden, glistening meat bun with one hand and tore into it, while with the other hand she quickly scooped up the plate of "Starry Sky Fried Rice" in front of her, which emitted a strange aroma, and put it into her mouth. Her cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel's, her bright red hair flew with her exaggerated chewing movements, and her eyes were squinted into slits with happiness.

Having not tasted the flavors of human life for five hundred years, the food at this moment was like fine wine to her.

"Eat slowly, Yingda, no one's going to take it from you."

Sitting next to her, General Luo Juan smiled helplessly yet indulgently, reaching out his fair hand to gently pat Ying Da's back, afraid that she might choke.

Fanan's movements remained as graceful as water. She sipped a bowl of clear "Moon Sea Pavilion Soup" adorned with a few pieces of jade-green cabbage, her elegant posture contrasting sharply with Yingda, who was devouring the soup in a whirlwind.

Her azure eyes held a gentle smile as she gazed at the long-lost, vibrant, and lively scene before her.

"This is delicious food."

The calm and composed voice of General Min Yuan rang out. He sat upright, like a mountain.

He picked up a rock sheep rib, roasted to a fragrant crisp and sprinkled with Liyue's unique spices, with an almost ritualistic solemnity.

Unlike Yingda, he didn't wolf down his food. Instead, he carefully savored the layers of flavor from the meat and spices as they blended in his mouth, his eyes revealing his appreciation for the culinary skills.

"The heat control is precise, and the spice ratio is superb. This craftsmanship is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"Haha, it's been so long since this place has been this lively! Even the air feels more vibrant!"

Grandma Ping—or rather, True Lord Gechenlang City—sat near the main seat, looking at the bustling scene before her, her wrinkled face beaming with joy.

She held a cup of warm, refreshing herbal tea, her gaze sweeping over the reborn Yakshas, ​​then settling on the lively Hilichurls, filled with satisfaction.

This lively, bustling atmosphere was a rare treat for her, an immortal who had witnessed countless changes over the years.

However, this harmony was soon shattered.

"Erkang! You stole my kebabs again!!"

Paimon's piercing scream tore through the night sky, its small body heaving violently in the air with rage.

She angrily pointed at Erkang, the Water Knight, who was chewing on a bare bamboo skewer, his sly grin of triumph barely concealed by his blue mask.

"What barbecue skewers! Paimon, don't talk nonsense! I, Erkang, a dignified knight of honor, would never do such a petty thing!"

Er Kang offered a vague and incoherent explanation, trying to hide the bamboo skewer behind his back.

"Spit out the bamboo skewer from your mouth before you start lying!"

Paimon stamped his feet in anger.

"That's the special 'Wind God Roasted Wings' that I waited so long to get from the Wolf King! It's even sprinkled with the Wolf King's secret chili powder!"

"Hmph! Where's the evidence? Is your name written on the bamboo skewer?"

Er Kang, with his neck stiff, began his classic shameless sophistry.

Just as a battle between aerial sprites and Hilichurl Rangers was about to unfold, Ying quickly hugged Paimon, while Zhang Chu raised his Thunder Hammer.

Not far from the stone table, in the extra-large temporary open-air kitchen area, the atmosphere was completely different.

A three-meter-tall white werewolf-like wolf king is manipulating several kitchen utensils with dazzling speed and artistic precision.

His hands, gloved in white, transformed into the most skillful hands of a chef.

Despite his enormous size, he was incredibly agile: a specially made giant wok flew through his hands, flames rose from the bottom of the wok, and the ingredients for "Immortal Jumps Over the Wall" were stir-fried evenly, with a rich aroma soaring into the sky.

At the same time, with his other hand, he precisely adjusted the temperature of an oven next to him, and quickly opened the oven door, steadily taking out a "Liuliting Secret Recipe Roasted Whole Chicken" with a golden-red, crispy skin and sizzling oil. Its tempting color and aroma instantly attracted everyone's attention.

He placed the roast chicken steadily and swiftly on a large empty plate on the stone table, his movements fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

The human form of Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun—Xianyun—stood quietly beside the wolf king's massive body, observing.

She pushed up her glasses, and behind the lenses, her bird-like eyes gleamed with surprise and a hint of... admiration.

Watching the Wolf King simultaneously monitor multiple cooking processes, his movements precise to the second, his seasoning seemingly calculated with the utmost precision, she finally couldn't help but speak, her voice filled with heartfelt admiration: "Truly... astounding culinary skills! Precise and efficient movements, masterful control of heat, and ingenious seasoning. This level of skill is far beyond what even my painstakingly developed 'automatic cooking machine' can match."

These words were like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake!

Gan Yu, who was taking small bites of Qingxin, suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes widening. She even forgot to swallow the food in her mouth, staring at her master in disbelief.

What did she hear? Her master, who pursued the ultimate in mechanical arts and was always full of confidence (even a little arrogant) in his creations, actually admitted that his mechanisms were inferior to... the culinary skills of a werewolf's mechanical creation?!

Shen He, who had a cool and aloof demeanor, was quietly sipping a bowl of vegetarian soup next to him.

Upon hearing Xianyun's words, her hand holding the spoon paused slightly, and a rare, clear look of surprise flashed across her usually emotionless, icy blue eyes.

She glanced at the wolf king's smooth and elegant cooking movements, then at her own arrogant chef, and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

As for Shen He's fate of being alone and cursed, it has been "cured" by the group of four.

As for the treatment process...

Zhang Chu took out a device called "Destiny Vacuum Cleaner," sucked it up hard at Shen He, then took the dusty stuff that was sucked out aside, sprayed it with "purification spray," and finally... stuffed it back in.

The process was so absurd and bizarre that Xiao, who was present at the time, subconsciously gripped He Puyuan tightly, but the result was unexpectedly good.

The cold, lonely, and malevolent energy that had plagued Shen He's body for many years had indeed dissipated, and she no longer needed the red rope to suppress it.

However, the treatment method was too "shocking", and coupled with her aloof nature, her personality did not change much. She was still Shen He, who spoke little and had few expressions, but there was less of the restrained melancholy between her brows and more of a sense of freedom.

"Master...you..."

Gan Yu finally regained her voice, her tone filled with disbelief.

Xianyun seemed to realize his slip of the tongue, coughed lightly, and turned his face slightly away, but his gaze couldn't help but drift to the huge "steamed golden perch" that the Wolf King was processing, and he added in a low voice: "...At least in the field of cooking, that is indeed the case. It is worth... studying and learning from."

She was already considering whether to ask the Wolf King for a few recipes, or... dissect and analyze his "cooking process"? The immortal's thirst for knowledge (or rather, her tech-geek spirit) began to burn fiercely.

The moonlight, like water, spilled over the summit of Mount Aozang, where laughter and toasts filled the air.

The aroma of food, the joy of reunion, the immortals' reflections, and the nonsensical farces brought by the quartet intertwine to create an unprecedented and vibrant scene of a grand immortal feast.

The wolf king's enormous figure bustled around the stove, adding a unique and delicious touch to this scene.

Chapter 61 The End

The banquet was in full swing, with toasts being exchanged and laughter filling the air.

Yingda was trying to demonstrate to Erkang how to precisely grill a skewer of Jueyun peppers without burning the bamboo skewers using fire elemental power, but he almost set Erkang's mask on fire. Fa Nan and Mi Nu watched from the side, shaking their heads and laughing.

As soon as Wolf King brought a large pot of steaming, milky-white "Yan Du Xian" (a type of stew) to the table, the rich aroma made Paimon immediately abandon his pursuit of skewers and pounce on it with shining eyes.

Amidst the commotion, a calm and familiar voice, like a piece of warm jade dropped into a lake, clearly reached everyone's ears:

"Ladies and gentlemen, would you mind if we were added to this grand feast?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a reassuring power.

In an instant, all the talking, laughing, playing, and chewing stopped.

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound.

Under the moonlight, Zhongli walked slowly along the mountain path. He was still wearing a brown robe, his demeanor was dignified, and his steps were steady.

What shocked the immortals even more was that a pretty young girl was following him!

The girl was dressed in a traditional-style outfit, her light-colored long hair was styled into an exquisite bun, and adorned with cute bell decorations.

Her face beamed with a bright smile that also held a hint of mischief and liveliness. Her bright eyes curiously surveyed the lively scene before her, like a clever little animal that had stumbled into a human banquet.

There seemed to be an ancient and wise aura surrounding her.

"Of course, no problem, Your Majesty, and..."

Grandma Ping was the first to react. She squinted her eyes and smiled kindly as she spoke. However, when she saw the face of the girl next to Zhongli, she suddenly stopped talking.

The teacup in her hand fell onto the stone table with a "clatter," spilling the fragrant tea, but she was completely unaware.

Those eyes, weathered by time, widened in disbelief, and his lips trembled. With almost all his might, he managed to utter, with difficulty, the name long since buried by the dust of time:

"...Return...to the end?!"

These two words resounded like thunder on the summit of Mount Aozang!

"What?!" "The End?!" "How is this possible?!"

Xianyun suddenly stood up, his glasses slipping down to the tip of his nose; the enormous deer head of the True Lord of Carving the Moon and Building the Sun suddenly rose; the hand of the True Lord of Managing Water and Stacking Mountains, stroking his beard, froze in mid-air.

Even the usually aloof Xiao clenched his fists instantly, his golden pupils filled with extreme shock.

Fushe forgot to move his four arms, Mi Nu's usually calm face broke into a look of horror, and Fa Nan covered his mouth, while Ying Da was completely unaware when the food in his mouth fell out.

Return to the end! Hargentus, the Demon God of Dust! That wise and cunning friend who once ruled Guili Plain alongside the Emperor, but ultimately perished in the Demon God War!

Her departure is an old scar in the hearts of all the immortals who lived through that era. Even her remnant soul has vanished into the world, making it a true farewell.

How could she... how could she be standing here so vividly, smiling?!

"Hehe, didn't expect that, did you? I'm back!"

Gui Zhong seemed very pleased with everyone's astonished expressions. She winked playfully and even took a small step forward, the sound of bells ringing from her waist.

Her voice was clear and melodious, full of youthful energy, yet containing the wisdom of an ancient demon god.

In the deathly silence of shock, Zhang Chu's gaze fell on a small object hanging from Gui Zhong's slender waist—a stone with a rat pattern on it.