A martial arts manual materialized in Chongyun's hands.
He and Xingqiu opened it together.
"Pure Frost Technique" — a heart-calming inner art from the Wind and Cloud world, passed down through Nie Feng's lineage. Its purpose: pacifying the mind.
"When the heart is clear as ice,
The sky may fall without fear;
Amidst ten thousand changes, remain unmoved;
Spirit serene, qi at rest…"
As Chongyun silently recited the passage, a strange energy welled up from within. His body shifted instinctively into stance, running the technique on its own.
[Keqing: Pure Frost Technique? Sounds similar to my Cloud-Layer Sword Art. Definitely top-tier.]
[Paimon: If you practice it long enough, can you become an Adeptus?]
[Madame Ping: If only it were that simple. Heaven's chosen must endure toil of the limbs and hunger of the flesh before touching true mastery…]
[Ningguang: Chongyun, how does it feel? @Chongyun]
[Chongyun: Amazing! Just one small circulation and I feel refreshed! Better than my Cryo Vision!]
His Pure Yang constitution was notoriously intense—his Cryo Vision barely kept it in check.
But this Pure Frost Technique harmonized with him perfectly, instantly calming his constitution.
[Yanfei: Looks like this livestream has some real treasures in store~]
[Shenhe: Congratulations. @Chongyun]
[Chongyun: Hehe… thanks, Auntie. (scratches head)]
[Albedo: A technique that aligns with one's physical constitution? Fascinating. Chongyun, Xingqiu—if you're willing to visit Dragonspine, I could exchange some alchemical insights for a copy. @Chongyun @Xingqiu]
[Xinyan: Didn't expect it was REALLY Mona's mom!]
[Bennett: Did I just miss out on a fortune…?]
[Kaeya: Easy money. Shame some people turned their nose up at it~]
[Diluc: From this day forward, Death After Noon will be permanently unavailable to Cavalry Captain Kaeya.]
[Kaeya: …I admit I may have spoken a bit too loudly earlier.]
[Paimon: Mona, is your mom really like that?]
[Mona: Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!]
[Mona: Mishearing Maniac! Come out! Don't hide behind the screen! @Mishearing Maniac]
[Mishearing Maniac: Don't be angry, "No-Money-For-Food True Monarch." Here—one million Mora for emotional damages.]
A soft ding sounded.
A million Mora dropped straight into Mona's account.
[Mona: YOU— A MILLION MORA? YOU THINK I'M A BEGGAR?! (angry face)]
Her books alone cost ninety-nine-thousand nine hundred Mora each.
Entire rooms of her home were filled with such texts.
Mona Megistus—
Unquestionably, a hidden wealthy woman.
A measly million Mora?
Was this Mishearing Maniac trying to placate her like a Hilichurl with a cabbage?!
She had just suffered public, global humiliation.
At this moment, Mona simply wanted to tear the sky open and scream.
[Lumine: Mona… you're THAT rich?! (sparkling eyes)]
[Venti: Rich lady—do you require at-home services? Satisfaction guaranteed! @Mona]
[Paimon: Street busker, shut your mouth…]
[Venti: I meant singing at home, Little Paimon. Where's your mind wandering? (innocent.jpg)]
[Hexenzirkel Member B: Hmph. A group of crude mortals. You cannot even comprehend the wealth of the Witches' Circle born of the Nation of Wisdom.]
[Dori: Confirmed! Hexenzirkel members are absolutely loaded! (smiling eyes)]
[Tighnari: For some reason… my heart hurts.]
[Mona: Explain clearly—are you telling me that woman is my mother? Don't joke! I was adopted from childhood! @Mishearing Maniac]
[Mishearing Maniac: Emmm… are you sure you want to know?]
[Mona: I'm sure!! (gritted teeth.jpg)]
[Mishearing Maniac: Alright. Simply put—she's from a parallel world.]
[Mishearing Maniac: In that world, Teyvat is just a game. Each of you is a game character.]
[Mishearing Maniac: The woman in the video is the voice actress who lent Mona her soul and voice.]
[Mishearing Maniac: So while not related by blood… she is your real mother in a sense.]
The entire livestream fell into dead silence.
Teyvat… a game?
What kind of cosmic joke was that?
Across the Seven Nations, countless people reevaluated their existence.
Zhongli, Ningguang, Raiden Shogun—each frowned deeply.
The VIP room was so quiet you could hear a floating Ruin Guard blink.
Only Mona remained focused on the most important question.
She typed:
"What kind of person… is my mother?"
Though raised by an old crone, Mona had always secretly yearned to know who her real mother was.
If not for the strict prohibition on divining her own fate, she would have sought the truth long ago.
A new comment floated past:
"From the video? Isn't it obvious? She's just a lazy dog who posts memes all day!"
Mona stared at the screen, lips trembling.
A string of ellipses appeared as her vision blurred with humiliation.
Wuwuwu… I've fallen so far, family.
My real mom… is just a meme-posting lazy dog…
[Tartaglia: Are you being serious? We're all… just game characters?]
If everything he fought for was scripted…
Then what meaning did all his years of struggle hold?
[Mishearing Maniac: Real or fake—what difference does it make? Life is a game. Whether you want to play or not… you're already in it.]
[Mishearing Maniac: Maybe that world observed Teyvat and turned it into a game.]
[Mishearing Maniac: What matters is living in the moment. So keep dancing, keep playing!]
After dropping this cryptic philosophy, the Mishearing Maniac went offline.
The livestream's ending song began:
"Take your heart, take my heart,
Create and create—make a Whopperflower,
Create a Dvalin~~
Let all cries for Primogems
Go keep Qiqi company~~"
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