I'm a male god in Liyue

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He looked at the silver progress bar on Yura and asked, "Miss Yura, are you also going to participate in a dance competition?"

"Yes."

"We are too, so we can go together."

"Ah."

At this moment, Amber said with a smile, "You guys don't know yet, do you? Yura was the champion of last year's dance competition."

Everyone couldn't help but look at Yura.

Yura remained calm and said, "It was just good luck."

Amber immediately said, "How can it be luck! Your dance was beautiful!"

Yura fell silent. She recalled the scene when she participated in the competition last year. Although she danced extremely well, few audience members applauded for her. Fortunately, the judges were fair and gave her the score she deserved.

She remembered this grudge...

Yura shook off these distracting thoughts and asked, "Are you participating too?"

Xia Ci nodded: "Yes, I want to participate too."

Yura sized up Xia Ci. Because of the competition, Xia Ci had specially changed into a new outfit today, a Sumeru-style one that made her stand out: "Are you going to dance..."

Xia Ci said with a smile, "That's right, I want to dance the Flower Goddess Dance."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Yura's eyes.

She naturally knew about the Dance of the Flower Goddess.

Anyone interested in dancing should have heard of this famous dance.

It is one of the most important events in the grand festival of Sumeru—the Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival.

Legend has it that long, long ago, on the birthday of the Tree King, her friends held a banquet to celebrate her birthday.

At the banquet, several deities got drunk, and one of them, in high spirits, began to play an instrument. So the Tree King sang, and the Flower Goddess danced.

As the goddess of flowers danced, countless beautiful patissandals sprouted on the grass she trod...

Bright crimson flowers formed a magnificent stage, and the gods exclaimed: "Ah, if only time could stand still at this moment!"

Although these deities are no longer around, the tradition of performing dances to celebrate birthdays has been preserved.

Even in Sumeru, where there are many dancers, very few people can perform the Flower Goddess Dance well.

Yura wasn't entirely convinced that the girl in front of her could dance the Flower Goddess Dance well, but looking at the relaxed smile on Xia Ci's face, she felt that she wasn't joking: "If you can really dance the Flower Goddess Dance, then this year's champion will definitely be you."

“I think so too.” A somewhat familiar voice drifted over. “If you wore a pretty flower wreath on your head, the Dance of the Flower Goddess would be even more beautiful… Achoo!”

"..."

The girls looked in the direction of the sound and saw several delicate little flowers swaying gently in the breeze. They were intertwined into a wreath, held in a hand that was trying to cover its nose.

"Wendy?" Xia Zhi saw the bard standing by the roadside, with a flower wreath stall in front of him.

He appeared to be selling flowers, and next to his stall was another stall displaying stone carvings, with the Dragon King of Naga standing behind it, wearing a business-like smile.

A little further on, there was a fortune-telling stall and a painting stall, with True Lord Xiaoyue and True Lord Lishui looking helpless.

"Achoo!..." Wendy couldn't help but sneeze twice more, backing away. "Diona, don't come any closer..."

The cat glared at him with displeasure, but still stood at the back of the line, keeping a distance from him.

Charlotte leaned closer curiously: "Uncle Long, what are you doing?"

The Dragon King rubbed his hands together and sighed, "Alas, I've been drinking in the tavern these past few days, and I'm almost out of money. So I thought I'd set up a stall to earn some Mora, so I won't end up homeless."

Although the girls didn't know that Wendy was the Wind God, they knew the identities of the Dragon King and the two immortals, and their expressions were somewhat strange as they watched them make such worldly gestures.

Especially Grandma Ping and Liu Yun, their gazes toward Xiao Yue and Li Shui were rather inexplicable.

Amber and Klee had eaten with the Dragon King and his group before and knew them, but they just thought it seemed like fun.

But Yura was unaware of all this. Looking at the Dragon King's thin and worn clothes and his calloused hands, she felt that the old man was in a rather pitiful situation.

Judging from the conversation just now, these people who set up stalls here seem to be Mr. Xia's friends. How could Mr. Xia know such people?

Yura glanced at Wendy again. She had some impression of this bard, but not a good one. She walked to the Dragon King's stall, picked up a small stone carving, and looked at it.

"These stones are carved quite well."

She initially thought it was a rough handmade item, but upon holding it in her hand, she discovered that the workmanship was exquisite.

Although Yura didn't know much about stone carving, as a noblewoman, she had been exposed to and learned about various art forms since childhood, so she could somewhat appreciate the beauty emanating from these stone carvings.

A hint of appreciation flickered in her eyes; she wanted to help this poor old man.

"Can you sell one to me?"

The Dragon King laughed: "Of course, little one, you have good taste. I haven't sold a single one yet, and you're the first one who wants to buy it, so I'll give you a 20% discount."

"Thank you."

Yura lowered her head and picked through the stone carvings on the stall, finally choosing one shaped like an ice flower.

She plans to put this small stone sculpture in her bedroom and place it on the bedside table as a decoration; that would be quite nice.

"This one, how much?"

As Yura spoke, she took out her wallet.

The Dragon King glanced at it and laughed, "A generous gift of eight thousand Mora."

"Eight... um? Young Master Duo?"

Yura was about to take out eight Mora when she suddenly realized something was wrong. She looked up at the old man in front of her, frowned, and asked.

"How much money did you just say?"

The Dragon King gave a simple, honest smile and stretched out his hand: "Eight thousand Mora."

Yura's tone turned cold as she asked, "How could it be eight thousand?"

The Dragon King nodded and patiently explained, "The original price was 10,000 Mora, but I gave you a 20% discount, so it's 8,000 Mora, that's right."

Yura paused for a moment, looking at the small stone carving in her hand—which was somewhat exquisite but didn't seem particularly special—and said, "Even a crystal carving wouldn't cost this much, would it? Besides, this is just ordinary stone..."

The Dragon King said in a serious tone, "Although the stone is ordinary, it becomes extraordinary after I have carved it."

It's that self-important artist's tone again. No matter what kind of garbage it is, as long as you add the word "art" in front of it, it seems like it can be turned into treasure...

It seems my sympathy was unnecessary; no wonder no one has bought it before, and I'll be the first.

Yura put down the stone carving she had just chosen, closed her purse, and said coldly, "Sorry, if that's the price..."

As a noblewoman, even if she felt disdain and disgust, she would not utter a curse word to the old man in front of her.

Before Yura could finish refusing to buy it, Xia Zhi walked up to her, picked up the stone sculpture she had just put down, and played with it in his hands. He asked in a somewhat surprised tone, "Did I hear that right, my old friend? This thing is actually selling for this price?"

The Dragon King sighed and said, "Yes, there's nothing I can do. There aren't many people here who know their stuff, so I'll just have to lower the price. I'm just trying to make some money off the drinks; I still have some debts at the tavern. If this were Liyue, I'd have to sell it for 100,000 Mora."

Yura thought the old man must be crazy. Even if the people of Liyue were richer, they shouldn't be swindling people like this.

You can buy several of these little handicrafts for just 100 molars at Mondstadt department store.

Xia Zhi nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take them all."

Yura turned to look at him, completely bewildered: "???"

No?

Mr. Xia, what are you doing?

I know you're making a lot of money running a juice shop, but you can't just spend money like that, can you?

Are you just trying to help your friend in this way so as not to hurt his poor self-esteem?

Yura was a little confused.

Then, she saw Xia Zhi pay the money, walk to the bard's stall next door, pick up a simple wreath that looked like it had been hastily tied by a child, and ask, "Wendy, how much is the wreath?"

Wendy smiled warmly and said, "Same as the stall next door, the original price is 10,000 Mora, but since you're my best friend, I'll give you a 50% discount, only 5,000 Mora, how about it?"

Xia Zhi smiled and nodded: "Very good, I'll take it all..."

Yura couldn't help but tug at his clothes and said, "Are you crazy?"

Xia Zhi was a little puzzled: "Why did Miss Yura say that?"

Yura said somewhat angrily, "You can buy some flowers at a flower shop and tie them yourself; it won't even cost a hundred moras."

Wendy said, "That's different."

Yura looked at Wendy and said, "What's different? These are just ordinary Cecilia flowers."

Wendy said in a serious tone, "Although they may look like ordinary Cecilia flowers, they become extraordinary after I've handled them."

Yura snorted and said, "It's people like you who have ruined Mondstadt's reputation."

Wendy quickly retorted, "Hey! How can you slander someone like that for no reason!"

Yura picked up a wreath and said, "Ten thousand Mora, is this a wreath blessed by the wind god Barbatos?"

Wendy coughed and nodded: "You're right, this is a wreath blessed by the Wind God. Wearing it will bring good luck."

Yura was speechless: "..."