After obtaining all the information about the Serenitea Pot, Li Mo was dumbfounded. For an ordinary Serenitea Pot, the biggest headache for the user was building. Once a certain number of structures were created, the pot reached its limit and no more could be built. But the Serenitea Pot in Li Mo's hand had ten times the building capacity. Inside its realm, one could build almost anything, creating a vast number of structures.
"It's definitely a treasure—though I don't need it now, it will be useful later."
He carefully tucked the Serenitea Pot into his robes. Then, with a mental flicker, he saw all his information displayed in his mind:
[Host]: Li Mo
[System]: Hundred-Lives Reincarnation System
[Current Life]: 100th
[Current Mission]: Become a storyteller in Liyue, make Hu Tao cry, make Qiqi cry, make the Raiden Shogun cry, and make La Signora of the Fatui cry.
[Storytelling Points]: 106,000
[Characters Who Have Cried]: Makoto, Ei, Raiden Shogun, Qiqi, Barbatos, Dvalin, Shenhe, Kazuha…
[Other Items]: Wish x1, Wish Fragment x1, Musou Isshin, Serenitea Pot
[System Shop]: Staff of Homa, Vision, Musou no Hitotachi
...
Just as he put away the Serenitea Pot and finished reviewing his information, another system notification sounded in his mind before he could catch his breath.
[Ding! System analysis complete. The story of the eighth life, "Bennett's Dad," has been fully told. New effect triggered—Fusion! You will now merge with your eighth incarnation's body.]
[Merge now?]
By now, Li Mo had grown completely accustomed to fusing with his past bodies. After all, no matter which life, those bodies were strictly speaking his own. Fusing now would both enhance his strength and deepen his connections with others. He had no reason to refuse.
"Fuse with the eighth incarnation's body."
[Ding! System notification: Fusion with the eighth incarnation's body has begun.]
The moment the system spoke, the body of his eighth life—Bennett's dad—began to merge with Li Mo's current form.
The old adventurer from that life was not a Vision wielder, and his strength was nothing remarkable. But his lifetime of adventuring experience was still a great treasure for Li Mo. After the fusion, Li Mo could clearly feel his power grow a little stronger. Moreover, his spiritual strength increased, extending his perception even further.
In an instant, he sensed a short figure standing on the roof of Wangshu Inn in the moonlight—a small person holding something like a fish spear. Whose child was this, being so mischievous and climbing onto the roof?
But then he realized. Throughout all of Liyue, who else possessed such strength, such a small stature, and wielded a powerful weapon shaped like a fish spear? Who else but the three-and-a-half-foot adeptus?
The moment he understood, even Li Mo, who had lived through a hundred reincarnations, grew serious. The three-and-a-half-foot adeptus had been standing on the roof for so long, and Li Mo had not noticed him at all. It seemed Xiao's strength had indeed improved greatly.
He looked forward to meeting Xiao again. He just didn't know when Xiao had started standing there—had he been there since the first story about the Raiden Shogun? Or had he only appeared when Li Mo reached Bennett's story? No matter. He had spotted the fellow now, and that was what counted. The next story would be about him.
After taking care of everything, Li Mo ignored Xiao on the roof and left the inn's first-floor hall, returning to his room on the second floor. He blew out the lamp and went to sleep.
...
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, Liyue Harbor was as usual, with few pedestrians on the streets. But for some reason, a large crowd had gathered at a street corner.
"Don't push, don't push—"
"Yae Publishing House's official light novel, special edition—it contains all the stories told by the Liyue storyteller!"
"Price is 20,000 Mora—on sale for just 10,000 Mora!"
For a light novel, 10,000 Mora was not cheap—even a little higher than usual. But this book, recording the storyteller's tales, immediately drew everyone's attention as soon as it was released. Almost everyone who heard the news crowded around.
"An ordinary light novel, and you dare ask 10,000 Mora? That's too greedy!"
"Wait, what's Yae Publishing House? I've only heard of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. Is this a branch?"
"8,000 Mora, sell me a copy. Please!"
"I'll take two!"
Though the storyteller was telling stories right at Wangshu Inn in Liyue, the inn could only hold so many people. Most had to hear the tales secondhand through others, which wasn't entirely satisfying. So when the light novel went on sale, it was an instant hit.
"Everyone, don't fight—Yae Publishing House will ensure everyone can get a copy. Light novel freedom for all!"
Because of time constraints, working overnight had produced only a little over a thousand copies. But given enough time, Yae Publishing House was confident that every person in Liyue would own one.
...
Not only on the streets of Liyue Harbor, but also in distant Mondstadt. Due to the long distance, despite hurrying through the night and working all night, only a little over a hundred copies had been printed. Still, that was enough for the first batch to spread the word.
Soon, when Yae Publishing House's people appeared on the streets of Mondstadt, at the gates of the Adventurers' Guild, selling their light novels, they immediately drew a crowd of adventurers.
"Light novels? Ha! You think we brave adventurers are interested in light novels? Take them away, sell them somewhere else."
"Wait—it has stories about Lord Barbatos, the Anemo Archon? And the grudges between Dvalin and the black dragon Durin?"
"And the tale of the Raiden Shogun killing her own brother?"
"Stop—let me see that."