[Xingqiu: Impossible!]
[Chongyun: Azhdaha… sealed himself?!]
[The Mishearing Maniac: Sadly, yes — that's the right answer.┐(￣ヘ￣)┌]
[Ningguang: So, what rewards did you all get for answering correctly?]
[Beidou: Hahaha! I got a ship! Says here it's called the Thousand-Li Sunshine!]
[Cloud Retainer: A "Thousand-Mechanism Umbrella." Quite intricate—clearly inspired by Guizhong's handiwork.]
[Shenhe: A phoenix-coronet wedding dress. Decorative, I suppose.]
[Xiao: …grew one centimeter taller.]
[Ganyu: A whole cart of zero-calorie Qingxin.]
[Qiqi: Coconut milk. It's… very tasty.]
[Hu Tao: My prize is the Golden Emperor's Heaven-Burning Flame! Apparently a foreign "different fire" that can incinerate space itself! Hehehe!]
Those who'd guessed right proudly flaunted their prizes.
Meanwhile, those who'd missed the mark were crying in misery.
[Arataki Itto: My punishment's to eat a pound of beans! Is this system trying to kill me?!]
[Paimon: Eating beans? That's it? That's not so bad!]
[Kuki Shinobu: Ghost Oni are severely allergic to legumes. For Boss Itto, a single bean means hives — a pound means funeral.]
[Hu Tao: Oh ho~ Would the honored client like to book a package? Wangsheng handles cross-regional funerals at very friendly prices!]
[Chongyun: I have to eat a plate of Jueyun Chilis...]
[Xingqiu: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Chongyun, forgive me!]
[Sayu: I shrank three centimeters! I quit! I'm done with this stupid stream! Waaaah— I'm going to sleep!!]
[Ayato: Five days without milk tea. Hm. Endurable.]
[Lumine: I can't open treasure chests for half a month?! That's basically a death sentence!]
[Paimon: Traveler, calm down—]
[Lumine: First my eyes, now my loot boxes?! HOW am I supposed to live?!]
At that moment, Bai Hao's inbox lit up — a private message from Azhdaha herself.
"YOU LITTLE WORM! I was sealed by MORAX, not myself! What kind of sick joke is this?!"
The old dragon was furious — her punishment had shrunk her height by one whole centimeter.
Low damage.
High humiliation.
"You'd better explain yourself, or I'll tear you limb from limb!"
Bai Hao calmly replied:
"Because you've got geriatric amnesia, old lady."
"You dare talk back to me?!"
"Oh really? Then how come all those Adepti got it right?"
"I…"
Azhdaha faltered.
True, she did resent Morax.
But if everyone else — even the Adepti — remembered otherwise…
Could she really have forgotten something that important?
Bai Hao smirked and added one more jab:
"Besides… you wouldn't want Morax finding out you snuck out of your seal, would you?"
"Are you threatening me?!"
He didn't answer. Just chuckled.
"Relax. As one of my 'featured' stars, you're getting quite the bonus reward."
Then the system chimed—
[Ding! Congratulations, Azhdaha has obtained the World-Ending Word: Shiva Karma Dance!]
Azhdaha froze, her mind flooding with memories of that forbidden, apocalyptic dance.
"Think it over," Bai Hao said lightly. "Maybe this era still has something new for you to discover."
With that, he closed the chat window.
He wasn't about to play therapist to a six-thousand-year-old dragon-loli.
That was Morax's problem now.
Opening the public chat, Bai Hao nearly choked.
Half the world was cursing his name — those who'd gotten the Azhdaha video seared into their brains were now venting their collective trauma.
He sighed.
[The Mishearing Maniac: Alright, alright, I'll make it up to you. Here—take a look at the original version. You're welcome~ o(￣︶￣)o]
He uploaded the genuine Kamisato Art: Senho — Kamisato Ayaka's performance — and set the price tag to 100 Mora per download.
Immediately, the screens across Teyvat switched.
The grotesque dragon dance vanished, replaced by moonlight over a tranquil pond.
There, beneath falling petals and shimmering water, stood Ayaka—graceful, poised, and smiling gently.
"Traveler… please, watch me carefully."
She opened her fan, her steps light as snow, voice humming softly:
"Hm~ hm~ hm~ hm~ hm~ hm~ hm~"
Every movement flowed like poetry, her white sleeves fluttering under the moon.
She was elegance incarnate — the embodiment of beauty itself.
[Eula: Such a beautiful dance… worlds apart from that dragon nightmare.]
[Chef Mao: I can see again! My eyes are healed!]
[Yunjin: Who is this young lady?]
[Thoma: That's my lady, Kamisato Ayaka — the White Heron Princess of Inazuma!]
[Six-Fingered Joseph: Incredible… this is true art! My soul feels cleansed!]
[Dori: If Ayaka and Nilou ever formed an idol duo, Teyvat's economy would skyRocket! The Mora would be astronomical!]
The chat flooded with admiration.
But just as they were getting entranced—
The video ended.
[Tiantiezui: Huh? It stopped? Wasn't it looping?]
[Cecilius: Hold up— you only get one free viewing? You have to pay for replays?!]
[Maxim: Even Northland Bank's tycoons would shed tears at that level of capitalism.]
[Ryoma Kaida: Compared to him, the Shogunate's corruption looks pure!]
[Tarik: The Eremite Guild should make him our leader!]
[Dongsheng: This guy could've just robbed us outright, but no—he made TWO videos! Genius! I'm actually crying!]
Meanwhile, Bai Hao's dashboard began to sing — the sweet metallic clink-clink-clink of Mora raining down like a storm.
And he leaned back, grinning.
Another day, another profit.
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