Chapter 157

Bai Zhu clenched his fists, but coughed a few times due to excitement.

"How are you?"

Changsheng on Bai Zhu's neck asked him with some worry.

Bai Zhu shook his head.

"I'm fine... Changsheng, did you see it?"

"See what?"

Bai Zhu's mouth curled up slightly, pointing in the direction Keqing left.

"The hope of Changsheng! My hope!"

"I advise you not to be too excited."

Changsheng's pupils had a trace of human-like helplessness.

"This kind of thing like cultivation, no matter how you think about it, it's too outrageous, you..."

"No! Cultivation must exist! Must! Must be true!"

Bai Zhu interrupted Changsheng decisively, but coughed even more violently.

Seeing Bai Zhu's appearance of being unable to control himself with excitement, Changsheng was silent.

Thinking about it, it's better not to stimulate him.

Giving hope for cultivation is better than continuing to do that thing.

"So, you plan to..."

Changsheng asked gently, and Bai Zhu gradually calmed down.

After a moment of silence, he turned to look at Qiqi, who was looking cute and ignorant on the side.

Bai Zhu squatted down and straightened Qiqi's hat.

"Qiqi, do you want to go to Jueyun Karst to pick herbs?"

"Pick herbs..."

Qiqi's dull eyes suddenly lit up.

"Qiqi... wants to pick herbs..."

"Good, this time, I will take you to pick herbs!"

Bai Zhu took Qiqi's hand and didn't even care about returning to Bubu Pharmacy to make arrangements.

He walked towards Jueyun Karst step by step.

And Keqing, who was rushing to the Millelith army, was suddenly stopped by an uninvited guest.

A water blade slashed from the ground to the sky with extreme speed, heading straight for Keqing.

Keqing didn't change her expression, flicked her finger, and the water blade shattered quickly.

"Good!"

On the mountain peak below, Tartaglia waved his hand excitedly.

Looking at the figure standing suspended on a flying sword in the sky, whose face could not be seen clearly.

Tartaglia's eyes were fanatical, and he said loudly:

"Fatui Harbinger Tartaglia, specifically here to visit the Adeptus, requesting a battle!"

98. Tartaglia: Agreed to just one sword, you turned one sword into ten thousand swords?

Keqing's gaze swept down; Tartaglia was standing on the mountain peak on her only way, staring at her with fighting spirit boiling all over his body.

It seems he was specifically blocking the way.

Keqing also knew about Tartaglia's arrival in Liyue.

But...

Maybe she would have been twelve thousand percent vigilant against this Harbinger before, but now that she has started cultivating...

Fatui?

Harbinger?

Just a bunch of dogs!

This is the confidence of a cultivator.

Just like now, Tartaglia looks full of fighting spirit, and his aura even shakes the mountain rocks.

But in Keqing's eyes...

Tartaglia is too fragile.

It is the kind of fragility that would shatter at a touch if she were slightly serious.

Mere Fatui, the only ones Keqing needs to care about now are the top three seats who are rumored to have the power of the seven gods.

But Shushan has always been protective of its own; if those top three seats dare to deal with her.

It won't be long before the Law Enforcement Hall comes over to clean them up.

The Law Enforcement Hall is not only an agency that monitors the words and deeds of disciples, but also has the authority to protect disciples.

Therefore, Keqing now has no fear even if she faces the entire Fatui alone.

Their cultivation sect is just protective; not only protective, but also popular for "hitting the small ones and the old ones coming."

Jiang Yan doesn't even need to take action; the current Zhongli and Alice can sweep across Teyvat.

But Tartaglia's arrival and the Fatui's unusual activity recently made Keqing a bit curious.

Therefore, Keqing was not angry about Tartaglia's challenge.

Instead, she felt it was quite interesting.

Just like...

A child who doesn't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth declaring war on an adult who has practiced martial arts for many years.

Keqing is now in this state of mind.

"Fatui Harbinger Childe... I've heard of you."

Listening to this young female voice, Tartaglia frowned slightly, vaguely feeling something was wrong.

But the bone-chilling coldness coming from the dark made him know that this was the Liyue Sword Immortal he was chasing.

Immediately, Tartaglia looked up at Keqing and smiled:

"That would truly be my honor."

Keqing looked down at Tartaglia calmly, the sun behind her was extremely dazzling, making Tartaglia unable to see Keqing's face clearly.

"You blocked me here, just to fight me?"

"I implore the Adeptus to agree to a battle with me."

Tartaglia drank loudly again.

Keqing smiled silently, looking at Tartaglia with somewhat playful eyes.

"Just you alone? You are bold; if I killed you casually, what would you do?"

Tartaglia grinned.

"Coincidentally, I, Tartaglia, am not afraid of death, only afraid of not having a hot-blooded battle that can make me close my eyes."

Keqing looked at Jueyun Karst in the distance, and didn't have the heart to talk nonsense with Tartaglia.

"I have things to do, no time to play this child's game with you."

"I'll only use one sword; if you can hold it, you can leave; if you can't, then bury yourself here."

Hearing this, Tartaglia smiled excitedly.

"If you say so, then I must see the sword technique that can kill me."

Keqing didn't answer, just raised her hand slightly and formed a sword with her fingers.

Just this simple action made Tartaglia's pupils shrink.

Every cell in his body was frantically warning him to turn around and run away immediately.

"No possibility of survival?"

Tartaglia grinned, cold sweat dense on his forehead.

Clenching his teeth, facing this surging momentum, Tartaglia's legs were a bit unsteady.

"Interesting... but I like challenging limits the most!"

"Foul Legacy: The Devouring Deep!!"