How To Save Yourself From Being Targeted By The Anemo Archon In Genshin Impact? - Chapter 9

The Wind Spirit puffed out its chest and held its head high.

Jiang Yubai’s eye twitched. He let go of the spirit and asked meaningfully, “Believer?”

“Ji?” The Wind Spirit blinked and looked at him in confusion.

“I didn’t know I had become your believer at some point.”

Jiang Yubai crossed his arms, his tone nonchalant. Hearing this, the Wind Spirit’s eyes widened, its face looking as if it had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

Cough. Host, I feel like he is about to shatter. His eyes look like he’s staring at a scumbag.

I suggest you systems study the proper usage of words. Scumbag? I haven’t dated him, nor have I deceived his feelings. If anything, I should be the sad one. I feed him and play with him every day, raising him like a child, yet he treats me as his believer.

Jiang Yubai added: I never believe in gods. I am an atheist.

He lifted his eyelids and pinched the feathers on top of the Wind Spirit’s head. Feeling the springy texture, he curled his lips. “I am not superstitious. You little thing, you’re not even the size of a palm, and you want me to worship you as a god?”

“The person I would serve in this life hasn’t even been born yet.”

“Also,” Jiang Yubai narrowed his eyes dangerously, “did you get one thing wrong? It has never been you who held the upper hand between us. Do you have an issue with me plucking your feathers?”

The Wind Spirit stood frozen. It seemed its CPU had fried from Jiang Yubai’s speech, and it hovered before him without moving.

Lawrence had already taken the opportunity to shrink back beside Ragnvindr. As Jiang Yubai spoke with the spirit, Lawrence asked in a low voice, “What is that little spirit?”

Ragnvindr replied calmly, “A Wind Spirit, a single wisp among the thousand winds. Freier told me; you can ask him for more details.”

The youth also heard Lawrence’s question and leaned over. “I met him while playing the lyre. He said he was summoned by Hilde’s prayer, a wind of freedom that brings hope.”

Lawrence murmured, “Hope… freedom.”

Their discussion was interrupted by an urgent, pitiful sound. They all turned their gaze toward Jiang Yubai.

The Wind Spirit let out a pathetic cry. Seeing that Jiang Yubai ignored it, the sound became even more heart-wrenching. It clung to the youth’s face and rubbed against him coaxingly.

“Guji guji… guji guji ji!”

“What are you chirping about? You sound like a chicken. I can’t understand you.”

Being described as a chicken, the Wind Spirit froze. It looked back with a face full of disbelief, and then Jiang Yubai heard a soft “Gugu.”

“Tsk, are you a pigeon now?”

The Wind Spirit was speechless. It gave a weak “Guji.”

The two beautiful feathers on its head drooped, looking extremely aggrieved. A sense of dejection filled the little creature. It peeked over cautiously and then quickly looked away. As if finally remembering something, it suddenly rushed to Freier’s side, grabbed his hem, and pulled him toward Jiang Yubai.

The lyre in the youth’s arms was wrapped in teal wind currents and hovered in mid-air. Jiang Yubai looked at the floating instrument in surprise.

Pfft! Host, he is getting desperate because of you. He is almost ready to speak human tongue! He even knows how to find a translator, even if the translator is a human.

Jiang Yubai replied: No matter how anxious he is, he can’t speak human.

Seeing the Wind Spirit looking at Freier with begging eyes and seeing the youth’s expression as he held back laughter, a few black lines crossed Jiang Yubai’s forehead. Freier seemed very indulgent toward the Wind Spirit, granting almost every request.

The floating lyre was plucked by the wind. Freier translated:

“I am not a chicken or a pigeon. I am a Wind Spirit, an elemental spirit born from the wind!”

“I am not a little thing! I will grow up eventually, and then I will be able to speak! The nourishment for my growth comes from human faith. The more faith I have, the stronger I become.”

“Will you really not be my believer? I will protect you. Can you? Please?”

The Wind Spirit blinked, staring silently at Jiang Yubai. It tilted its head, its eyes filled with longing. As Freier spoke, he watched the two of them stare at each other and tried his best to suppress his rising smile. It was too funny; their way of interacting was truly interesting.

Watching the spirit act cute, Jiang Yubai refused coldly, “No.”

“Guji guji!”

Freier translated, “If you agree, you can pinch my feathers.”

Good heavens, it even knew how to negotiate terms. Jiang Yubai turned his head away. Seeing this, the Wind Spirit flew in front of him. “Guji!”

Freier asked, “What will it take for you to agree?”

Jiang Yubai scanned the Wind Spirit from top to bottom. “You want me to be your believer?”

The spirit’s eyes lit up, and it nodded frantically with joy.

“Talk to me again once you’ve turned into a human.”

The Wind Spirit became dejected again.

Host, generally speaking, the lifespan of this kind of creature is very long. The growth period can take hundreds of years. We can’t wait for him to grow up. We might leave before long.

Or perhaps, the host might never leave this world. Humans only have a hundred-year lifespan.

Jiang Yubai thought about it and added a sentence: “You have to be faster, otherwise I might not live to see that day.”

The Wind Spirit looked up, staring at him blankly.

“Until then, you have to sleep with me,” Jiang Yubai said matter-of-factly.

Freier let out a shocked “Ah.”

“What are you ‘ah-ing’ for? Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s just that I can sleep a bit better when he is around.”

Every time this little guy was nearby, he slept very soundly. In the mission worlds of the past, danger was everywhere. He never dared to sleep deeply, or he wouldn’t even know how he died. The habits he formed were hard to change; his body was always tense, and he would wake up at the slightest sound.

Now that he was retired, everything else was as safe as a baby bus, aside from the danger of Decarabian. This world was perfect for retirement. He could finally rest, but his body’s alertness kept him from relaxing, and he couldn’t sleep well. The Wind Spirit was like a sleeping pill that helped him relax and fall into a deep sleep.

Thinking back, it was likely due to the gentle winds surrounding the spirit. Jiang Yubai knew this was dangerous. If the Wind Spirit were an enemy, he would have died countless times already. But seeing the spirit’s innocent eyes, he knew it had no ulterior motives; it was just “stupid.”

The Wind Spirit, unaware that it had been labeled as stupid, nodded happily. It had sold itself out in a single sentence to warm Jiang Yubai’s bed.

For some reason, the Wind Spirit suddenly remembered the scene it had glimpsed at the high tower. The youth was pinned down, his eyes covered in a hazy mist of sleep, and the corners of his eyes were red with anger. A tattered shirt was pulled up, revealing a fair and lean waist. He had raised his palm to resist the chest of the person pressing down on him.

The Wind Spirit had seen it clearly. When the gloved hand touched the dazzling white waist, the skin had trembled reflexively. Jiang Yubai seemed to let out a tiny hum, a sound completely different from his usual voice—soft and light. That single sound had sent ripples through the Wind Spirit’s heart.

A thought appeared from nowhere: the Wind Spirit felt that hand was an eyesore. Although it didn’t know what they were doing, it also wanted to be close, to rub against the youth’s waist, and to hear those soft, muffled groans from Jiang Yubai’s lips. It even wanted to make him cry.

The spirit was startled by its own thoughts, and its feathers trembled rapidly. Why would it want to make Jiang Yubai cry? Humans cried because they were sad or in despair, just like the tears it saw when Hilde called for it. It didn’t want Jiang Yubai to be sad; he should be happy and smiling.

At that time, because the Wind Spirit lacked understanding of humans and was mentally immature, it naturally didn’t know there was another kind of crying for humans—the kind where a partner “cries” from pleasure in bed.

Jiang Yubai explained, “Because of some special missions I performed before, pulling all-nighters was common. Over time, it became hard to fall asleep.” He pointed to the Wind Spirit. “But I found that when he is here, I actually sleep quite well.”

Freier realized, “So that’s how it is. Then, what kind of missions did you do?” He asked curiously but immediately realized it was inappropriate. “It’s okay if you don’t want to say.”

Jiang Yubai smiled. “Actually, telling you is fine. You must have noticed that my clothes are different from yours, right?”

They exchanged looks and nodded. Jiang Yubai spread his hands. “I am not from this world.”

Ragnvindr was stunned for a moment, then looked at the youth’s exquisite appearance and strange clothes with understanding. Freier let out an amazed “Eh.” Lawrence obviously hadn’t expected Jiang Yubai to be from another world either and stared at him in shock. This explained why they had never seen him in the city.

“The mission content was to protect some specific people. Fortunately, the missions are all finished, and I am retired,” Jiang Yubai said. “But an accident happened on the way back, and I was forced to stay in this world.”

“Then, will you still leave?”

Jiang Yubai nodded. “I just don’t know how long I have to stay here.”

“I see. Why don’t you stay at my house?” Freier invited. “There is an extra bed.” Seeing Jiang Yubai look over, the youth smiled. “Although it isn’t much, please don’t look down on it.”

Jiang Yubai didn’t decline. “Thank you.”

Freier then looked at Lawrence. “Try not to go out for the next few days. Hide for now. Arnold will definitely come looking for trouble again.”

Lawrence nodded heavily, leading the two children out the door carefully. Ragnvindr also nodded, said, “Contact me if you need anything,” and left.

The Wind Spirit had been watching quietly, its eyes glazed over as if it were daydreaming. Jiang Yubai’s hands felt itchy, and he poked it with a finger. The spirit snapped back to attention, looked at Jiang Yubai for a long time, and then hugged his finger with its tiny paws, chirping “Guji” plaintively.

Jiang Yubai raised an eyebrow. Freier looked hesitantly at Jiang Yubai’s clothes. “Do you want to change? I’ll go prepare… Jiang Yubai.”

“Just call me Brother Jiang,” Jiang Yubai said to Freier. “I am older than you, so it sounds more personal.” He looked at his torn clothes and felt it was a pity. He nodded to Freier. “Then I’ll trouble you.”

Freier smiled. “It’s no trouble. I’ll prepare hot water for your bath first, and then I’ll go buy some clothes for you.”

After the youth prepared the hot water, he went out alone. Jiang Yubai simply took off his clothes and stepped into the wooden tub filled with hot water, letting out a long sigh of relaxation. It had been a long time since he had taken a bath like this.

He frowned and hung the long, trailing iron chain over the edge of the tub, muttering “troublesome.” Jiang Yubai leaned back against the tub, the hot water rising to his collarbones. His face was flushed from the steam, and his black hair was wet and stuck to his neck, with water droplets trickling down.

Jiang Yubai didn’t care that there was another being present. In his mind, the Wind Spirit was not in the category of “human.” After closing the door, he had stripped completely naked without leaving a single thing.

So from beginning to end, the Wind Spirit not only saw a striptease but also saw every inch of him. The Wind Spirit stared at Jiang Yubai’s skin, which was red from the hot water. Its eyes were fixed, and it swallowed hard, feeling a bit thirsty and a strange, unknown restlessness.