Genshin Impact: I Became The Son Of Greater Lord Rukkhadevata

"Brother Bosacius, didn't they say that our Yaksha clan is known for being fierce and battle-hardened?"

"That's right. What's the matter, Alatus?"

"Then what's going on right now?"

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In the distance…

"Don't even think about running!"

Yu, wielding the Vortex Vanquisher, was relentlessly hunting down a grotesque humanoid god.

On the war-torn lands of Liyue, minor threats like monsters and beasts were typically handled by the Yaksha or other adepti. But when it came to dealing with gods—formidable foes that were difficult to eradicate—Zhongli himself would usually intervene. However, ever since this "specialist" arrived, Zhongli had been able to delegate much of that work.

Yu excelled at combat, particularly at prolonged battles. For immortal gods, who were notoriously hard to kill, even if one managed to slay them, the aftermath would often be messy and difficult to handle. Yu, however, had no such concerns—he left nothing behind, reducing his foes to dust. This efficiency made him Zhongli's preferred choice for such matters.

To Zhongli, Yu's peculiar ability wasn't something to dwell on. After all, as an incarnation of the World Tree, it was only natural for him to possess such powers. It was akin to recycling.

The god that is being chased didn't utter a word, only continuing to flee desperately.

Meanwhile, five Yaksha standing at a distance, spectating the battle, couldn't help but marvel. So… this is what a god looks like?

They had been watching Yu fight that humanoid god for days. Their eyes were sore from staring for so long, while their shoulders remained stiff from tension.

They recalled how the Geo Archon once asked them to teach Yu how to use weapons. But during the lesson, Yu managed to break his own weapon using nothing but his bare fists. That incident had nearly made them question their very existence. Thankfully, after reporting back to the Geo Archon and complaining tearfully, he took pity on them and gifted each of them a high-quality weapon. Alatus even got a green-tipped spear.

At present, Yu was swinging the Vortex Vanquisher wildly, leaving afterimages as if it were a giant club. The humanoid god had no choice but to keep blocking the relentless assault with his weapon, retreating step by step.

Yu found himself slightly annoyed. The weapon has reached its limit, but I haven't.

Seeing the god suddenly pull back to gain some distance, Yu's battle-hardened instincts kicked in. The more an enemy wants something, the more I should deny it. Without hesitation, he hurled the Vortex Vanquisher like a javelin—a technique he was most familiar with.

The god reacted swiftly, grabbing the spear mid-flight.

"Now that you've lost your weapon, how are you going to fight me?"

The five Yaksha watching from afar collectively felt a pang of pity for the god.

Yu was a bit puzzled. He still doesn't get it, does he? The seal's been lifted.

With a loud shout (imagine an enraged child's roar), Yu launched himself forward like an anti-aircraft shell, grabbing hold of the god without a care for the spear still lodged in his own body.

Using a primal wrestling technique, he leaped into the air, channeling all his strength, and slammed the god into the ground with a tremendous impact. Cracks spread across the earth as the god was momentarily stunned. Before he could react, Yu straddled him, pinning him down. His fists, now covered in wooden spikes resembling spiked gauntlets, pummeled the god repeatedly into the ground.

The sounds that followed resembled both an earthquake and a distant bell tolling. Before long, the god's bones were reduced to powder.

"Mission complete. By the way, have you guys seen enough yet?" Yu called out to the five Yaksha still spectating.

The five Yaksha approached, glancing at the spear still embedded in Yu's abdomen. There was a moment of awkward silence, followed by sighs. Not wanting the silence to stretch too long, Bosacius, the eldest, spoke up.

"Brother Yu… do you need help pulling that thing out?"

Only then did Yu remember the spear stuck in his stomach. "Oh, right. Hurry up, then. If you take too long, it might fuse with my body. I can't reach it myself—you'll have to pull from the outside."

Bosacius stepped forward, assessing the situation. "This might hurt a bit, Brother Yu. Brace yourself."

"Me? Afraid of pain? Don't make me—ouch, ouch, ouch! Stop!"

Despite using all his strength, Bosacius couldn't pull the spear out. Instead, Yu winced in pain, feeling a sharp, searing sensation. Bosacius paused.

"Brother Yu, your body's resilience is too strong—it's already starting to fuse with the spear."

"I don't believe this. I refuse to let a little pain get the better of me." Yu clenched his teeth, waiting for the pain to subside. "Bosacius, use all four of your arms! I don't care—just do it!"

"If you say so…"

Bosacius strained with all his might, but the spear remained firmly lodged. Yu, having just made a bold declaration, was now gritting his teeth, the sound of grinding audible. Bosacius glanced at the other four Yaksha, who were still watching.

"What are you waiting for? Get over here and help!"

Alatus was the first to respond. "I'm on it, big brother."

"On three! One, two, three—pull! One, two, three—pull!"

Despite their combined efforts, they only managed to move the spear by a couple of centimeters before it refused to budge further.

"Stop! Let me… catch my breath…" Yu gasped, too pained to form complete sentences.

With no other choice, the five Yaksha escorted Yu—who now resembled a fallen warrior with a spear still protruding from his body—back to Zhongli for help.