The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [350]

After donning his mask, Xiao strode forward, ready to eliminate the creatures corrupted by karmic energy.

Behind him, Jia Changjiang and Lumine exchanged hushed whispers.

“Jing Yao Nuo Wu… What’s that?” Lumine asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Maybe it’s a power granted to the Guardian Yaksha?” Paimon speculated, equally puzzled.

“Nuo dances…” Jia Changjiang murmured thoughtfully. “I’ve read about them before. They’re ancient rituals performed to exorcise spirits, ward off plagues, and drive away misfortune. They’re highly significant.”

“Oh?!” Lumine’s eyes widened, intrigued. “Should we get some masks too, then?”

She rummaged through her inventory but only managed to find a few disguises—not the type of ceremonial masks she had in mind.

“I’ve got one.”

Jia Changjiang chuckled, pulling out a mask from his system inventory—a Rui Xing mask imbued with Yone’s essence.

He hung it at his waist, refraining from wearing it like Xiao.

Paimon tilted her head. “Xiao only wears his mask in battle, but that Celestial Lord guy keeps his on all the time. Weird, huh?”

“Celestial Lord of Plucked Stars?” Xiao’s attention was caught. “I’ve never heard that name before.”

“He’s a fraud.” Jia Changjiang hefted his swords—Azakana Blade and Wind Sword—and added, “But let’s focus on slaying demons first. We’ll explain later.”

“…Very well.” Xiao turned away, refraining from further questions.

The sheer number of corrupted creatures within the domain startled even Xiao.

For Jia Changjiang, however, it was the perfect opportunity to test his new weapons.

One blade was a mortal’s sword, light and agile, capable of riding the wind.

The other was a demonic sword, heavy and relentless, designed to cut through malevolent entities.

One sword punished evil; the other calmed spirits.

With fluid motion, Jia Changjiang thrust the [Wind Sword] in his left hand, piercing the chest of a corrupted creature. In the next instant, he swung the [Azakana Blade] in a horizontal arc, bisecting the target with precision.

Perhaps the swords moved too swiftly—by the time the strike landed, the creature’s body had only begun to fall apart.

Wielding dual katanas required a distinct technique, different from greatswords or broadswords.

Jia Changjiang gripped the [Wind Sword] forward in his left hand, while his right hand rested the [Azakana Blade] against his back.

Yone and Yasuo—two brothers.

Despite their shared lineage, their personalities had been polar opposites. Yasuo was brash and impulsive, while Yone was disciplined and composed. Yasuo was the only student of their generation to master wind techniques, while Yone could only borrow the wind’s force for his strikes.

Coincidentally, Jia Changjiang had recently learned a skill: [Wind Catching].

To him, the sound of the wind, the sensation at his fingertips—these weren’t intangible. They were something he could feel and follow.

So…

For Jia Changjiang, these two swords were more than just new weapons—they were an extension of his potential.

As he gripped the blades, an uncontrollable excitement stirred within him.

Maybe… I can have some real fun with this.

Before long, the corrupted creatures within the domain had taken notice of their presence, gathering in droves toward Jia Changjiang and his companions.

Dark energy radiated from the monsters, their sinister forms exuding an oppressive aura that even Paimon couldn’t bear to look at. She hid behind Lumine for safety.

“Stand back. Leave this to me,” Xiao said, stepping forward. The karmic burden he bore was evident, causing him pain but also granting him the power to fight.

Xiao prepared to single-handedly face the horde, but—

A hand suddenly grabbed his arm, halting him mid-step.

“Xiao, sorry about this, but these enemies are mine today.”

“You…”

Xiao was taken aback, unable to react as Jia Changjiang pulled him back and stepped forward, gripping his swords tightly.

“Lumine! Lend me some wind! The bigger, the better!” Jia Changjiang called out, flashing a wide grin over his shoulder.

“Huh?” Lumine hesitated, not understanding his plan, but she saw no reason to refuse.

With a flick of her sword, she summoned a whirlwind of elemental wind and sent it surging toward Jia Changjiang.

“YAAHH!”

The monsters were enraged by the storm, charging headlong at Jia Changjiang.

As the wind reached him, Jia Changjiang’s blades moved.

The whirlwind abruptly dissipated upon reaching him, leaving a fleeting moment of silence in its wake.

“…So this is what it feels like to wield wind techniques,” Jia Changjiang murmured, his voice low but exhilarated.

With a confident grin, he sheathed the twin blades at his waist and faced the oncoming horde.

“Time to have some fun.”

In a flash, Jia Changjiang vanished from his spot. The quiet was shattered by the roar of the unleashed storm, and a blood-red whirlwind erupted in the midst of the monsters.

“Hahahahaha!”

Jia Changjiang’s wild laughter echoed throughout the domain.

“Face the tempest! My… adversaries!”

The crimson whirlwind tore through the enemy ranks, painting the air with blood. The gale wasn’t merely infused with elemental energy—it was stained red with the creatures’ lifeblood.

Jia Changjiang moved like a storm incarnate, his swords reaping lives with every strike. The wind he commanded rivaled the power of a Vision, unrelenting and lethal.

“Guh…”

Paimon cowered behind Lumine, too horrified to watch. Lumine swallowed hard, equally stunned.

Jia Changjiang isn’t just stronger—he’s becoming terrifying…

It was almost impossible to believe that someone without a Vision could wield wind with such ferocity, as though the storm itself was an extension of his blades.

The horde was nearly decimated, leaving only the strongest monsters. They regrouped, preparing to launch a final attack.

Jia Changjiang’s swords glinted as they reflected the bloodied remains of the battlefield.

He hadn’t stopped grinning since the fight began.

“Sealing Resentment…”

With a sudden motion, he drew his swords close and lunged forward.

The storm surged to life once more, pulling the remaining monsters into its vortex.

The blades sliced through their bodies with ruthless efficiency, scattering their remains as the tempest tore them apart.

When the winds finally settled, the battlefield was eerily silent.

The lifeless creatures fell to the ground, their blood staining the earth. The scars left by the storm marred the landscape, but the winds themselves had vanished entirely.

A final whisper broke the quiet.

“Silencing the Tempest…”

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Author’s Note: Taking a break.

I’m tired, exhausted… I can’t keep this up.

Rest assured, I’m working on the Lantern Rite storyline. I want to write the Lantern Rite as I envision it—what Jia Changjiang would want to do, and more about Xiao’s story.

A good story shouldn’t rely on pandering to readers’ preferences—it should expand their imaginations.

Ahem…

Also, more comments and feedback would be nice during downtime!

T/N: yes yes you speak wise words yesyes

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