Genshin Impact: I Am a Slime

Chapter 769 I'll Host the Conference!

The temporary anchorage of the Death Star at Lonely Cloud Pavilion.

Beidou was gesturing enthusiastically, explaining to the traveler and Paimon in detail her concept of the "Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament".

From how to register to the specific rules of the arena, and then to the fierce competition she envisioned... Beidou spoke with great enthusiasm, as if she could already see the lively scene.

But as they listened, the traveler and Paimon exchanged a glance, and a strong sense of familiarity arose in both of them.

The competition format and process described by Beidou are so similar to the martial arts tournament held by Ningguang that they heard Qianyan Army read out in front of the bulletin board in Liyue Harbor.

Standing to the side, Kaedehara Manyo listened quietly to Hokuto's story. His thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he ultimately remained silent. However, a trace of helplessness flashed across his calm crimson eyes.

Looking at Beidou's enthusiastic demeanor, the traveler hesitated for a moment before finally asking:

"Big Sister, this Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament you mentioned... I remember seeing an announcement in Liyue Harbor saying that Miss Ningguang was also going to hold a similar martial arts tournament?"

The words "Martial Arts Tournament" were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing Beidou's high spirits.

The leader's waving arm froze in mid-air, her previously animated expression stiffened, her shoulders slumped noticeably, and a disdainful curve appeared on her lips.

"Oh... so you knew that too."

Beidou drawled out his words, his tone no longer cheerful, but instead filled with a dull irritation.

"Hmph! That woman Ningguang!"

Beidou lowered his arms, put his hands on his hips, and snorted with obvious dissatisfaction, his words full of resentment.

"The idea for the Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament was clearly mine first; I even came up with a name for it! But she's shameless enough to just say hello and then directly borrow my idea!"

"They even took it upon themselves to change the name to something like 'Martial Arts Tournament,' which sounds... infuriating!"

Beidou's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, growing angrier as he spoke, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the Eye of God at his waist.

The other party's highly personal accusation finally made the traveler and Paimon understand the connection.

No wonder the rules of the martial arts tournament and the martial arts competition sounded so familiar; it turns out that Beidou was the original initiator.

But what exactly is Ningguang's intention in doing this?

A question arose in the traveler's mind as he looked at Beidou, who was still somewhat sullen: "Big Sister, what is Miss Ningguang's purpose in holding this martial arts tournament?"

Beidou put his hands on his hips and clicked his tongue in annoyance: "Who knows what that woman is up to? Her mind is so cunning and unpredictable, I can't fathom it!"

Beidou shook his hand irritably, with a hint of arbitrary speculation.

"They just want to take this opportunity to recruit some talented people and increase Liyue's strength!"

After complaining about Ningguang, Beidou seemed to recall another old grudge. He suddenly turned to the side, his gaze falling on the white-haired boy standing quietly beside him. His tone was a mix of helplessness and amusement: "Hey! And you, Wanye, you brat!"

"I won't say anything if you sneak out to gather inspiration and find some poetic inspiration."

"But you actually gave away the big prize I was planning to give to the champion of the martial arts tournament to Ningguang without a word. We're all family, why are you siding with outsiders..." Beidou pointed at him lightly with his finger, his words not really a reproach, but more like a complaint to a friend.

Faced with Beidou's accusations, Fengyuan Wanye remained calm and composed. He met Beidou's gaze and said in a gentle voice, "Miss Ningguang's secretary solemnly promised me that Liyue would find a truly suitable owner for that item."

"Besides, didn't you also say that all matters related to the martial arts tournament would be handled by Miss Ningguang?"

Wan Ye paused slightly, the second half of his sentence only flashing briefly in the depths of his calm eyes.

Ningguang's grand martial arts tournament, which covered the entire Liyue region, clearly had a broader stage and a larger number of participants than the Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament, which was limited to a certain sea area. Naturally, it was more likely to find a suitable host.

The "prize" and "that thing" that Wan Ye and Bei Dou repeatedly mentioned in their conversations captivated Paimon's attention like a magnet.

Her eyes sparkled with pure curiosity as she eagerly asked Beidou, "Wait, the prize? The reward for first place? What kind of good stuff is that?"

Paimon's unusually enthusiastic response surprised Beidou, who looked down at the little creature floating beside the traveler with some confusion.

"Huh? Paimon, didn't you hear Ningguang's announcement in Liyue Harbor? Didn't the announcement mention what the reward would be for the first place winner?"

The traveler and Paimon exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison.

"We only heard a bit of the rules at the time, and when we heard about the title of 'Number One in Liyue,' we felt it had little to do with us, so we were in a hurry to leave. Moreover, the Thousand Rock Army member who was speaking told us that Ningguang's specific reward had not yet been determined."

Paimon answered quickly, a hint of annoyance on his face.

"Oh, I see!"

Beidou suddenly realized, and the resentment she had felt towards Ningguang and Wanye was temporarily replaced by an eagerness to get to the bottom of things. She cleared her throat, crossed her arms, and prepared to explain her original plan and what the grand prize was to these two listeners who had missed the important points.

"According to the rules I originally envisioned, the contestants must have impressive reputations! The arena where true skill is tested is not for idle people who only watch the excitement and have no real ability!"

Beidou stretched out her slightly rough fingers, worn smooth by the sea breeze and sunshine, and waved them in front of the traveler and Paimon, beginning to explain the ideal rules in her heart.

"Of course, this is no problem for you at all. Looking at Liyue Harbor now, whose name is more resounding than that of the blond traveler who defeated the demon god and protected Liyue?"

"In addition, contestants cannot have the Eye of God!"

"Otherwise, what's the point of setting up this arena? A Primal God with the Eye of God moves with elements surging with every gesture, while a martial artist without the Eye of God, no matter how exquisite their fists and feet are, is still just a mortal. That's what you call... the difference between heaven and earth! What's the point of watching them fight?"

Beidou spread out his palms, making a gesture of an unbalanced scale, and uttered an idiom that he had been pondering for a long time.

But when this was mentioned, Beidou pursed his lips, his tone clearly showing dissatisfaction:

"However, Ningguang simply waved her hand and abolished that rule of mine!"

"Now, regardless of whether they have divine favor or not, anyone who wants to go on stage can come and have a go!" (End of Chapter)