How To Save Yourself From Being Targeted By The Anemo Archon In Genshin Impact? - Chapter 17

The Wind Spirit had not come for three days.

Without its daily company to pass the time, the hours began to feel incredibly long. Jiang Yubai was bored to death and eventually resorted to harassing the System.

The System, which had been lamenting that it had lost favor since the Wind Spirit’s arrival, was initially flattered by this sudden attention. Then, the flattery vanished. Anyone would break down after being used like a ping-pong ball and bounced back and forth against a wall.

The System fled back into Jiang Yubai’s consciousness space to hide. Under the Host’s tyrannical pressure, it wailed that it was almost reconnected to the Main God and that they could not give up now.

Jiang Yubai did not believe this excuse. In the centuries he had worked with this System across various small worlds, he knew it was an expert at seeking advantages, avoiding harm, and making empty promises. Whether it had actually contacted the Main God was yet to be verified. Regardless, Jiang Yubai did not hold onto much hope. The higher the expectation, the harder the fall.

Without the Wind Spirit sleeping beside him, he had not had a single night of good rest. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could hear the thumping of his own heart and the subtle movements around him.

Outside the tower, the biting hurricane whistled, grinding the soil into fine grit and swirling it into the sky. It was pure air pollution. The screams and cries of pain, muffled by the howling wind, drifted into Jiang Yubai’s ears.

Jiang Yubai tossed and turned, becoming increasingly irritable. Is it exceptionally noisy today?

He flipped out of bed, dragging his clinking chains toward the edge of the tower. He gazed out, and the moment his eyes caught the flickering firelight and the swarming crowds below, his tea colored pupils constricted sharply.

Below the tower, the masses were surging. Countless Resistance members and Gale soldiers raised their weapons. Blood splattered amidst the flames, and the cries of agony were swallowed by the fierce hurricane.

The once clean, narrow paths were now littered with corpses. Houses made of thatch and wood were overturned and scattered in a chaotic mess. Arrows and sharp swords were drenched in blood, which trailed down the cold iron surfaces and soaked into the earth, pooling into dark stains.

From somewhere, the sound of a lyre rose, its invigorating melody enveloping the entire battlefield. The Resistance, led by a red haired man at the front, pushed straight toward the tower.

The moment Jiang Yubai saw that red hair, as bright as fresh blood, he recognized Ragnvindr. He leaned over the edge, his gaze quickly scanning the ground. Ragnvindr was leading the charge, and the one guarding his side was Hilde.

He saw the blonde girl’s face stained with blood, yet her eyes showed no hint of retreat. She gripped her longsword, fighting fiercely alongside Ragnvindr. Her usually gentle face now burned with a breathtaking will to fight.

After pausing on Hilde for a few seconds, Jiang Yubai scanned the surroundings again. He did not see Freier or the tiny Wind Spirit. Instead, he saw Lawrence in a corner, protecting the frail women and children. Lawrence held a polearm, shielding the elders and youths from the enemy as they retreated toward the edge of the wind wall, away from the tower.

Time has passed so quickly. The time for the assault has already arrived.

Jiang Yubai yanked hard on the chains around his wrists, his face turning as dark as a thundercloud. The System knew the Host was in a foul mood because he was locked up and unable to help, but there was truly no way out at the moment.

Suddenly, a heavy thud sounded outside the door, followed by the door being kicked open.

Sweat drenched and with blood splattered on his clothes, a youth holding a bow rushed into the room alongside Amos. Freier’s exhausted face lit up the moment he saw Jiang Yubai turn around. He shouted excitedly, “Brother Jiang!”

Amos stood by the door, gripping an exquisite bow. Her cold eyes swept over Freier, who had lunged into the youth’s arms, before she checked outside for any encroaching Gale soldiers. “Hurry up. There will be plenty of time for reunions later.”

Freier quickly checked Jiang Yubai’s condition. Finding that things were not as bad as he had imagined, he breathed a sigh of relief. Before coming to rescue Brother Jiang, he had even imagined the youth in a tragic state, broken after being toyed with by the tyrant. Fortunately, that did not seem to have happened.

Following the chains from Jiang Yubai’s wrists down to the wall, Freier’s expression filled with a rare flash of rage. Seeing the boy furrow his brows and stare silently at the wall, Jiang Yubai found it amusing and pinched his cheek.

“What are you thinking? Your face is all scrunched up.”

The youth snapped out of it. “Nothing. Wait a moment, you will be free soon!”

He picked up the lyre hanging from his waist and plucked a few notes. As the signal was sent, and to Jiang Yubai’s surprise, a teal wind blade suddenly materialized in the air. It struck the wrist shackles directly, and the heavy iron chains instantly shattered and disintegrated.

Only then did the Wind Spirit appear.

Jiang Yubai looked in astonishment at the spirit that had materialized from the wind. Seeing the youth staring at it, the Wind Spirit placed its tiny white hands on its hips, looking very proud of its prowess.

Freier smiled. “Brother Jiang, while you were away, the Wind Spirit found many believers who have faith in him. He is very powerful now.”

“Guji.” The Wind Spirit nodded its little head solemnly, glancing at the shattered chains with great satisfaction.

Jiang Yubai chuckled and praised it. “Mhm, very impressive.”

The spirit’s eyes crinkled with joy as it flew a few circles.

“We have to go.” Amos tightened her grip on her weapon. Her eyes darkened as she spoke. She was going to climb to the top of the tower to challenge the cold God King. This was not only the end of her past love but also her revenge.

“What is the plan?” Jiang Yubai asked as they left, glancing at the heap of fallen Gale soldiers and the arrows lodged in their necks.

The neck was the only part of the Gale soldiers not covered by armor. The person who fired those shots was calm, swift, and precise. Jiang Yubai was inclined to believe it was Amos’s handiwork rather than the boy’s. Freier’s heart was too pure. If he had not been born in this era, he would have been a wonderful bard.

Freier explained, “Ragnvindr is leading the people at the base of the tower to clear out the Gale Army. Amos and I came to rescue you, and then we will go kill Decarabian. The rest are covering the civilians’ evacuation.”

Jiang Yubai nodded. They made their way toward the throne of the God of Storms. The God’s behavior puzzled him. Logically, with the tower in such chaos, the ruler of this territory should have stepped in to suppress it. Yet, there had been no movement. What is the God of Storms thinking?

Freier’s lyre strings were plucked. Jiang Yubai snapped out of his thoughts and met the Wind Spirit’s eyes. The youth translated, “He is at the very top of the tower. The Wind Spirit told us to be careful. He will go confront the Demon God himself in a moment.”

Jiang Yubai expressionlessly snatched the Wind Spirit out of the air. “A little bit of power and you are getting cocky? How small are you, and how tall is he?”

He arched an eyebrow. “I caught you so easily, yet you want to face a Demon God alone? Are you looking for a death wish?”

The Wind Spirit choked, looking at the youth petulantly. It was only because it had not set up any defenses against Jiang Yubai. If it were anyone else, it would have dodged before they even got close! The spirit peeked at the youth’s handsome features. Since he was its partner, it would listen to whatever he said.

Although the chances of winning against the God of Storms were slim, its people yearned for freedom. That strong desire was transmitted to its heart through their faith. The Wind Spirit could not ignore the wishes of its subjects. This was not only for the people but because the Wind Spirit itself was a wisp of hope and change.

Jiang Yubai looked at Amos. “I have a plan. I need your cooperation.”

The silver haired girl and Freier turned to him with inquiring gazes. The youth paused for a moment, then spoke as they listened with blank expressions. “In a moment, I will do this and then you will do that.”

Amos looked speechless. Freier, however, became agitated and stood in firm opposition: “No!”

The Wind Spirit glared with its tiny eyes, plucking the lyre strings into a mess.

“Objection overruled.” Jiang Yubai nonchalantly lifted his eyes to look at the Wind Spirit, which was nearly pressing its face into his eyes, and picked it up by the scruff of its neck to move it away. “Your objection is also invalid. Those who cannot speak have no voting rights.”

“Guji!”

“Freier, watch him closely in a moment. Don’t let him run out and mess up my plan.” Jiang Yubai stuffed the Wind Spirit into the boy’s arms, tapping the spirit on the head as a warning under the gaze of the others.

Freier held the constantly struggling spirit in his arms, feeling conflicted. Brother, even if he wants to run, I cannot catch him.

Jiang Yubai added, “Excluding external factors, I cannot guarantee this plan will succeed 100%, but it is better than just charging in blindly, right?”

Amos weighed the plan seriously. While it sounded like the type of plan that made one’s vision go dark, it was indeed better than a direct assault. She looked at Jiang Yubai with a grave expression. “Be careful.”

Jiang Yubai nodded in response to her solemn look, then stood up and stepped decisively into the territory of the God of Storms. The Wind Spirit, still in the youth’s hands, watched his receding back with eyes full of resentment and anger.

The System sputtered for a long time without being able to finish a sentence.

“Me? What about me?”

His footsteps fell lightly on the ground as he approached step by step. Truthfully, if there were any other way, he would not have proposed such a bad idea, but the current situation did not allow for much deliberation. Decarabian was a Demon God. If the three of them went in, they would never return. He would not let them go to their deaths. In terms of combat skill and experience, neither of them could match him. Going together would only increase the body count.

Therefore, the plan Jiang Yubai just proposed was a lie. He was going to assassinate the Demon God.

The System finally blurted out, “Host, you have become wicked! You are actually going to seduce him? Even if the situation is dire, you cannot sacrifice your looks!”

Its voice was full of disappointment. “Look at little Freier’s face after hearing your speech! It is a sight! If the Wind Spirit could talk, it would be swearing up a storm. How can you care so little about yourself? Emulating an assassin and sacrificing your looks to seduce him!”

Jiang Yubai thought, “Have you forgotten? This is not the first time I have done something like this.”

He remembered a small world with an ancient setting where he was a secret guard under the First Prince, ordered to assassinate the Third Prince. The Third Prince was extremely lecherous and loved beautiful women. However, his manor was heavily guarded. With no other choice, he had to take off his mask, apply makeup, and dress as a woman to get close.

There was also a mission in a modern world where he became a male university student who enjoyed cross dressing as a girl.

The System went into a strange silence, clearly remembering those instances.

“I do not actually intend to seduce him. I just said that to buy time. System, if I remember correctly, your emergency measures are still available, right?”

“Yes. Host, what are you planning to do?”

Emergency measures were programs built into the system code that required consuming the system’s energy to open a transmission portal. This self-destructive method could not be activated unless absolutely necessary. Once opened, the best case scenario was the Host and System being dragged into a time turbulence, lost in unknown space. In a worse case, they might never find their way back.

“If I am not mistaken, you still haven’t connected to the Main God, have you?”

The System fell silent.

Jiang Yubai said calmly, “Remember to activate the emergency measures in a moment. Even if we get lost in time turbulence, it will not be worse than the current situation.”

After instructing the System, he curled his lips into a smile and stepped into the Demon God’s palace.