Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

Chapter 816 The never-ending Flower Goddess Festival (8)

"Dixia, everyone, come here! Here!"

Dina Zedai moved lightly among the bustling crowd, with a long-lost bright smile on her face. She looked back frequently and waved enthusiastically to her companions behind her, her skirt swaying gently in the wind.

"Come on, come on!"

Paimon responded cheerfully, quickening his pace as he quietly approached Ying and whispered, "Dina Zedai is full of energy today. You can't tell at all that she once was tormented by the demonic scale disease."

Dixia looked at the joyful figure in front of her, a helpless but gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"The young lady is just too happy. Let her be. As long as her condition doesn't deteriorate too seriously, Doctor Ming Yuan can stabilize it."

Ever since Dina Zedai opened her heart and confessed her past, although Dixia still silently paid attention to her physical condition, she no longer easily suppressed her emotions and enthusiasm.

After all, they grew up together, and she knew better than anyone how deep loneliness and solitude this seemingly carefree young lady had experienced.

Now, with the hope of a cure for her terminal illness, and the Flower Goddess' birthday, which she had been looking forward to the most, coinciding with her arrival, this long-lost joy deserves to be embraced without reservation. When it's time to laugh, laugh to your heart's content.

As they spoke, the group had already arrived beside Dina Zedai. They were standing right in the front row of the main street where the float parade must pass - with a wide view and no obstructions.

Soon, the Little King of Grass in gorgeous attire and the solemn Caesar Sage will slowly pass by on gorgeous floats and finally stop at the Grand Bazaar Square.

At that time, dancer Nilu will present the graceful dance of the flower goddess to pay the highest respect to the god of wisdom and love.

The celebration of the Flower God's birthday will also slowly come to an end with the Little Auspicious Grass King's heartfelt blessings to the people of Xumi.

As one of the most devout believers of the Little Auspicious Grass King, Dina Zedai naturally did not want to miss this sacred and beautiful moment.

So long before the floats arrived, she couldn't wait to take everyone to grab the best viewing spots.

This is not willfulness, but a passion from the heart.

Everyone gladly accepted her arrangement and tacitly guarded this hard-earned happiness.

Looking at this girl who is rejuvenated by hope, who can deny her the joy of this day?

Soon, before the afterglow of the setting sun faded, melodious music was heard in the distance, and exquisite floats slowly drove over, moving slowly towards the Grand Bazaar.

The golden wheels rolled over the cobblestone road, reflecting the glittering sunset glow, like a dream boat sailing out of a fairy tale.

On the float, two figures stood out – one tall, one short, one still, one moving, a poetic juxtaposition of god and guardian.

"Little Lucky Grass King!"

"Little Auspicious Grass King Wan'an!"

"Lord Caesar, glory forever!"

"Lord Grass God, Happy Birthday to the Flower Goddess! May wisdom always be with you!"

"In the new year, please continue to protect every green leaf and every ray of wisdom on Mount Xumi!"

As the float got closer, residents who had already gathered on both sides of the street waved ribbons and bouquets of flowers.

Cheers, hymns, and devout prayers rose and fell, merging into a warm and solemn ocean. People's eyes sparkled with reverence and joy, as if the gods had come in person to bless the world.

No, this is the gods coming to the world in person.

The petite little auspicious grass king Nashida stood up lightly, her emerald-like long hair fluttering gently in the evening breeze.

With a gentle smile on her face, she waved to the enthusiastic believers frequently, and green seemed to flow from her fingertips, as if every blessing was carefully accepted by her and turned into hope for the future.

Caesar, standing beside her, had a solemn expression on his face. He was wearing a dark purple robe that was different from his usual ones, with gold embroidery gleaming in the twilight.

He stands tall as a pine tree, with a gaze as sharp as a torch, like a loyal and fearless knight, silently guarding the god and interpreting the most resolute oath with silence.

[Little Auspicious Grass King is also quite popular.]

Even if Liu Chan was a terrible person, he still had his father, the Prime Minister, by his side, and he was the emperor! (Unrelated.jpg)

[Ah! The waving grass god is so cute!]

[A little grass god this cute, of course I'll take him home and teach him a lesson... Lord Caesar, please forgive me, I didn't mean it!]

[Caesar: So it was intentional, huh? Talk about my ice elemental power! I thought it was a Hilichurl!]

[Meeting Barbara at Barbara's fan meeting.jpg]

"Is that Xumi's current grass god, the Little Auspicious Grass King?"

Paimon blinked his big eyes, looked up curiously at the petite figure on the float, and said softly:

"Looking at his small, soft and adorable appearance, I never imagined he was actually a demon god that wielded wisdom."

"But she's really cute, just as lovable as Iga!"

Paimon turned his head and looked at Iya beside him with a smile, his tone full of doting.

Ying stood aside and nodded slightly when she heard the words, her expression gentle and in agreement.

In her and Paimon's hearts, there has always been only one ultimate standard for measuring whether everything in the world is "good-looking" - that is Iya.

Because He is truly breathtakingly beautiful.

The noble bloodline of the natural demon phoenix flows in his body, as hot as flames and as gorgeous as clouds.

Because it is still in its juvenile form, its whole body is full of brilliance. Although its wings are not yet fully grown, it already looks extraordinary and exudes an innocent and lively beauty.

It can be said that Iga is the most exciting existence they have ever seen since they embarked on their journey to Teyvat.

Whether it is a person or a living being.

So far, everyone who has met Iya, regardless of race, identity or position, has been fascinated by her peerless beauty, and has praised her without hesitation, without hesitation.

So when Paimon says Nashida is "as cute as Iya," it's not just a casual compliment, but the highest praise Ying and her friends can give—pure, sincere, and profoundly meaningful.

However, faced with this sudden praise, Iya did not show any smugness or shyness as usual.

He tilted his head slightly, his crimson eyes staring at the slowly passing float, an indescribable look of astonishment emerging between his brows.

"…A bit intimate?"

"But...how could this happen?"

He murmured softly, his voice as light as a fallen leaf floating in the wind, filled with a hint of confusion and exploration.

As if there was some invisible thread quietly pulling, Nashida on the float suddenly felt something in her heart when she passed by the crowd, and she turned her head unconsciously.

She glanced in the direction of Iya.

In an instant——

A pair of eyes, one blue and one red, and a pair of pure red phoenix eyes, quietly met in the air.

An unprecedented warmth suddenly surged into Yiya's heart, like spring water melting snow, or like the resonance of blood reunited after a long separation, so gentle and profound that it almost made him hold his breath.

That feeling is like a distant call from the depths of the soul, so familiar that it makes people tremble, and so intimate that it is almost in perfect harmony.

This shocked Iya.

As a fragment of memory left by the Nirvana Demon God Jun Bai in the earth veins, it awakened its self-awareness by chance and eventually transformed into an independent life individual.

Although he has no memories of the past and his power has not yet reached its peak, in essence, he is already another "Nirvana Demon God" in this world.

Theoretically, there are only two possible existences that could make Him feel such a strong sense of blood connection:

The first is the real Nirvana Demon God - Jun Bai; the second is his direct descendant with the same bloodline.

But the former was obviously impossible. Jun Bai was currently enjoying his leisurely life in Liyue. Moreover, as the supreme being of the fire element, he could not disguise himself as a grass elemental god, nor would he easily appear on Xumi.

And the second possibility... is even more ridiculous.

Jun Bai has not married yet, so how can he have children?

Iya knows his good brother very well——

He was aloof and aloof, untainted by worldly matters. Not to mention offspring, even love affairs were unknown. He would quietly change the subject when teased by Zhongli and Guizhong. How could he possibly have a bloodline?

(Jun Bai: Cold and aloof, untainted by worldly matters, me?)

Because of this, Zhongli and Guizhong would even come to urge her to get married whenever they had time.

——The deep love from my old father and mother.

Then, why does this little auspicious grass king, whom I have never met before, make me feel such a deep sense of closeness that seems to come from the root of life?

This question was like a vine that wrapped around my heart, spreading silently and lingering for a long time.

Compared to the confusion and puzzlement flashing in Iya's eyes, the little lucky grass king in a white dress on the float just raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

A hint of clever cunning quietly flashed across her heterochromatic eyes, as if a spring breeze was blowing across the surface of a lake, rippling layers of hidden ripples.

Then, a whisper that could only reach Yiya's ears floated down like petals: "I know you are full of questions, but don't worry... We still have a lot of time. When all this is over, I will tell you everything you want to know, bit by bit~"

"Until then—" Her voice was as gentle as the night wind chimes, "Enjoy this festival, little one."

A sweet evening breeze blew quietly, ruffling a strand of soft white hair across Iya's forehead. He suddenly looked up and saw Nashida still standing on the float, her face as serene as ever, a smile still on her lips.

But when he focused again, she had already turned around quietly, and her back merged into the bright lights and jubilant crowd as the float moved, leaving only a suggestive silhouette.

[Oh? Has the Grass God known Iya for a long time?]

[Could it be that Brother Bai came to say hello in advance? ]

[Just like the secret arrangement at Narujin Taisha Shrine in Inazuma?]

[Aren't you going to thank Brother Bai for the matchmaking?]

[Whether it was Brother Bai's matchmaking remains to be confirmed. However, the fact that Xiaocao Shen knew Yiya is absolutely confirmed.]

[By the way, does anyone else find the Little Grass God's red eyes particularly familiar as I do?]

[Now that you mention it... Oh my goodness! Aren't those the eyes Bai Ge has when he's in full armor? Could it be that... there's some mysterious blood relationship between our little Grass God and our Yiya?]

Although doubts remained in his heart, Yiya was still young and had a childlike innocence.

After a moment of shock, he put all those complicated thoughts behind him, smiled again, raised his hands high like the cheering people around him, and immersed himself in the joy of this grand festival.

As the floats slowly drove into the brightly lit Grand Bazaar and finally stopped in front of the magnificent Zubair Theater, the festive atmosphere of the entire Xumi City also reached its peak, blooming like fireworks.

"Next...is Nilu's Dance of the Flower Goddess."

Dina Zedai whispered softly, her eyes gentle and expectant, as if she had already seen in advance the enchanting dance slowly unfolding under the moonlight.

The float was parked under the stage.

Narcida got off the float, Caesar followed her half a body length behind, and the two came to the seats that everyone had prepared for them in advance.

All the people participating in the festival gathered under the stage.

Nilu, dressed in her best attire, stepped onto the stage.

When the moon rises, she will dance under the moonlight and offer the blessing of the flower goddess dance to the little auspicious grass king.

However, at this critical moment when everyone's attention is focused and the atmosphere is at a boiling point——

"I'm sorry to bother you all."

A voice sounded slowly. The tone seemed calm and peaceful, but in fact, there was a sharp edge and arrogance hidden between the lines, quietly cutting through the joy of the celebration like a cold blade.

On the other side of the stage, an elderly man, draped in a deep purple sage's robes, his face thin and slightly harsh, approached slowly. He was followed closely by a young woman, dressed in the formal attire of the Order of the Holy Trinity, her expression solemn and her steps cautious. Their appearance was like a cold wind, instantly freezing the audience's joy.

The old man glanced indifferently at the audience. His tone was unhurried, yet it carried an undeniable sense of authority. "Everyone, please forgive me for interrupting this lively occasion. I solemnly declare that today's Flower God Birthday Festival has come to an end."

Before he finished speaking, the audience erupted in uproar. Feelings of shock, anger, and confusion surged through the crowd like a tide.

The smile on Nashida's face melted away bit by bit, like spring snow in the sun. A flash of pain flashed across her clear eyes, and then they returned to silence.

She gently closed her eyes, took a deep breath, as if to suppress all the emotions in her heart, and whispered:

"Forcibly interrupting the ceremony at its most glorious moment... Is this how you demonstrate your authority, Azar?"

"After all, you still can't tolerate me..."

Caesar, standing beside him, had already worn a gentle smile that vanished the moment the old man appeared. As soon as he said, "That's all," his expression suddenly turned cold, a chill etched across his brow, as if a winter night had descended, freezing the very air.

Dina Zedai gasped and whispered in disbelief, "That's the Great Sage Azar... and his assistant Setare?"

Paimon clenched his fists, looked up at the stage, and his voice was full of caution: "The Great Sage? I remember he was a core figure in the royalist faction, right? Isn't that the camp that is completely opposed to Caesar?"

On the stage, Nilu also recognized the other person's identity. She frowned slightly, took a step forward, and spoke in a clear but polite voice:

"Respected Great Sage, I mean no offense. I simply wish to ask why you are interrupting the Flower God's Birthday Ceremony, held to celebrate the Little Auspicious Grass King's birthday."

"Why?" Azar chuckled, his eyes sweeping across Nilu's face like a knife. He then turned to his assistant and said nonchalantly, "Setale, you need to explain this to this dancer and the people of Xumi City."

Setare nodded slightly, took a step forward, and spoke in a calm and controlled voice, "According to the explicit regulations of the Council of the Faith, any large-scale worship activities must be hosted by the Council of the Faith. Organizing them privately is a serious violation of the rules."

Nilu frowned, "But we have obtained the official permission of Sage Caesar..."

"Permission?" Azar interrupted with a sneer. "Sage Caesar may have extensive experience, but how can his words alone represent the entire House of Decrees?"

He slowly raised his hand and pulled out a file from his sleeve, his tone suddenly becoming stern:

"The minutes of the meeting regarding whether to hold the Flora Festival show that only Caesar was in favor. The other sages were all opposed.

"Therefore, this activity has been formally dismissed. What you are doing now is purely knowing and willful."

His attitude was condescending and his tone was extremely contemptuous. Every word he said was like a cold hammer, hitting the dignity of Narcida and Caesar hard.

On this glorious night that should have belonged to King Little Auspicious Grass, on this sacred moment commemorating the inheritance of King Great Mercy Tree, Azar, in the most domineering manner, trampled five hundred years of history, the monarch supported by the people, and the sage once recognized by King Great Mercy Tree into the dust.

Deep in the shadows, a woman leaned against the railing, gently shaking the goblet in her hand, the scarlet wine flowing like blood. She sighed softly, and a meaningful curve appeared at the corner of her lips:

"On such a good day, there are always some people who can't get over it~"

A debt handler dressed in black quietly appeared and asked in a low voice: "Madam, do you need us to intervene?"

She shook her head gently, her eyes deep:

"No need. He'll take care of everything."

That teacher of hers... had never been a "good person".