Genshin Impact: I Made the Entire Playerbase Cry

After leaving Mt. Lingmeng, Mu Yang first went to Qiaoying Village but found no one there.

So he changed course and headed toward Ancient Tea Tree Slope.

His destination wasn't the slope itself, but the Valley of Medicinal Butterflies behind it.

The Valley of Medicinal Butterflies consisted of two main parts: the first was the Lingxu Pavilion.

Back when the people of Chenyu Vale still lived near Ancient Tea Tree Slope,

Yaojun used this place to grow common medicinal herbs, such as Qingxin and Violetgrass.

The other part of the valley was the Immortal-Taming Cave.

This was where Yaojun stored the medical texts she had collected from various places,

along with her own notes, research,

and countless jars of all sizes used to store medicines.

If she wasn't in Qiaoying Village, she was most likely here, organizing her notes.

As she put it, she had grown accustomed to it—

only in this place could she truly focus and think.

When Mu Yang arrived at the Immortal-Taming Cave, however, Yaojun was nowhere to be seen.

"That's odd. Where else could she be?"

Mu Yang wasn't worried about Yaojun getting into trouble.

The fact that events couldn't be changed wasn't entirely a bad thing—

at least he knew where Yaojun would meet her end...

Hah...

A stone statue in the cave suddenly glowed.

"Oh? If it isn't Lord Mu Yang?"

The voice belonged to the "Leisurely Immortal Statue."

This was a statue imbued with Yaojun's adeptal energy, tasked with guarding the entrance.

"Where's Yaojun?" Mu Yang asked.

The Leisurely Immortal Statue answered truthfully.

"Lady Yaojun was just here organizing the bookshelves. She's probably gone to Lingxu Pavilion to check on the herbs now."

"You could look for her there, but she should be back soon."

Hearing this, Mu Yang said,

"Then I'll wait here for her."

The statue fell silent again.

Mu Yang walked into the archives and flipped through the notes on the desk.

The first one was entirely medical-related. After skimming through it,

he saw records of common ailments among Chenyu Vale's people and their treatments,

as well as standard prescriptions and folk remedies.

It seemed Yaojun was compiling this into something like a handbook.

Mu Yang shifted his gaze to another stack—this one appeared to be miscellaneous notes.

"...That sword-obsessed fool—does he like anything besides swordsmanship and tea? Further observation required..."

"Update: Besides swordsmanship and tea, he also enjoys mortal delicacies..."

"...Upon questioning, he doesn't even need to eat to maintain his form, so why is he so fixated on cooking?"

Mu Yang stared at the words in this journal.

"Uh... Are these all records about me?"

Though it felt a little wrong to read this, well... he'd already started.

Mu Yang decided to keep going, though he skipped the parts about himself.

Reading about himself from someone else's perspective was just too awkward.

Might as well see if Fujin has any funny blackmail material...

He switched to another notebook.

"...They say fish have terrible memories, but I'm starting to doubt if she's even a fish at all. That whole 'Sacred Rite of the Dragon' thing—she never gets tired of running to me to talk about it..."

"...I always want to cut her off, but seeing how happy she looks, I just let her ramble..."

"...Honestly, if she didn't come to nag me, my efficiency would probably drop..."

"...I must lock this away later. No one—and no fish—can see it. Otherwise, that idiot's tail fin would wag right off her body..."

Mu Yang ignored the line about "no one or fish can see it" and kept flipping.

"...She came crying to me, begging me to make some 'weight-loss tea'..."

"Tch. Beasts will be beasts—she doesn't even know that adeptal human forms don't gain weight..."

"And that damn fish! She knew all along but still sent her to me on purpose!"

"And that sword idiot—he could've explained it in one sentence, but no, he had to push her onto me!"

"This mess was caused by you two, wasn't it? Infuriating..."

"...But this is still a demand. I'll record it—might be useful for mortals someday..."

Mu Yang chuckled. "Ah, this was the fiasco during Fujin's first time hosting the Toulong Ceremony."

Gotta admit, it's a little nostalgic.

"Has it really been that long...?"

He then pulled out a notebook about Clarisse.

"...Spoke with Her Majesty about some matters. I have a bad feeling—though my intuition is usually wrong, this aligns with the sword idiot's suspicions..."

"He really is sharper than us in this regard. Even the fish seems to have noticed something..."

"No matter what, I need to prepare contingencies... I've separated a portion of my adeptal energy and infused it into the Rainbow Butterflies' scales. Their lifespans will be greatly extended."

"...This way, even if something happens, the mortals of Chenyu Vale might still find the prescriptions I left behind, guided by the butterflies..."

This was the most recent entry.

Clearly, it had just been written. But was it really okay to just leave it lying around?

Clarisse had never come here before, but what if she suddenly decided to visit?

"My, my. How rare—even my shabby cave can attract thieves."

"And this thief doesn't steal anything... just peeks at a maiden's private thoughts. Tsk tsk..."

Yaojun had returned, catching Mu Yang red-handed.

There really was no excuse for getting caught in the act.

Mu Yang stood straight, ready to take his scolding.

Yaojun burst out laughing. "Just teasing! Less 'maiden's thoughts' and more 'records of your dumb antics.'"

"But in exchange, you can't tell the other two, okay?"

"Especially Lingyuan—she'd bite me at least a few times before letting it go."

The two exchanged a few more playful jabs.

Then, Mu Yang steered the conversation back to the main topic—

Clarisse.