Genshin Impact: The Sharpshooter of Teyvat

Shao Yun had gleaned some useful information from Ying'er. He holstered his gun, the cold gleam at the muzzle flickering under the sunlight, and then looked at the woman before him—her face already pale with fear.

"Miss Ying'er, to be honest, I enjoy your lewd jokes. They're like the night winds of the West—wild and untamed."

Shao Yun's tone suddenly softened, but his gaze remained sharp as a hawk's. 'But if you don't have two lives to spare, stop making up "dirty rumors" about me. Because the price for that… you can't afford it.'

Ying'er trembled violently, as though pierced by an icy gust. Her eyes welled with tears, on the verge of sobbing. Her voice shook as she responded, "I… I won't dare anymore."

At that moment, a few Millelith soldiers stood not far away, silently observing everything. But Shao Yun's terrifying presence rooted them in place. Though each one gripped a weapon, not a soul dared step forward to intervene.

Shao Yun swept his gaze over them, the corner of his mouth curling into a sneer.

"Relax, I don't kill randomly. Now scram!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he turned back to Ying'er, his eyes full of unyielding resolve.

"I'm going to the Pearl Galley only to retrieve a keepsake left by a boy's mother. I have free time now and wanted something to do—that's all. If you dare spread nonsense again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

With that, Shao Yun clenched his fist sharply. A crackling sound rang from his knuckles, as though warning Ying'er.

Ying'er's face turned even paler, her lips trembling slightly as if struggling to suppress her fear.

Tears glistened in her eyes, revealing deep remorse. She nodded fearfully, her voice quivering.

"I'm sorry… I've been in the streets too long, my mind's filthy. I… I…"

Shao Yun, seeing her genuine fear and regret, cut her off with a calm tone.

"Miss Ying'er, admitting your mistake and changing is a virtue. Also, thank you for the balm—it smells lovely. I'm sure the love of my life will really appreciate the gift."

Hearing his comforting words, Ying'er's expression softened slightly.

She nodded again and carefully added, "Alright, I made two kinds of that balm—one for daytime use, fresh and pleasant; the other for nighttime, it soothes and helps sleep. I suggest reading the instructions before using them, to avoid any mistakes."

Shao Yun smiled, then pulled out 200,000 Mora, handing it to Miss Ying'er as a reward.

"Thank you for your kindness. I wish your business thrives and your wealth flows in endlessly!"

…

At high noon, sunlight fell like golden foil, glittering on the rippling sea. A gorgeously decorated pleasure boat lay anchored, as radiant as a luminous pearl.

Shao Yun arrived at the harbor. His gaze passed over the bustling crowd and landed directly on the striking pleasure boat.

He quickly approached a dockworker, who was struggling to carry a heavy sack. Shao Yun politely asked, "Excuse me, how do I get to the Pearl Galley?"

The worker, surprised by the question, set down the sack and lifted his sweat-soaked face.

He looked at the sun, then at Shao Yun, seeming to consider something. After a pause, he hesitated.

"Huh? It's… only noon. Going there now seems kinda…"

Shao Yun's brow furrowed slightly, a trace of impatience in his voice.

"That's not your concern. I'm asking if you know how to get to the Pearl Galley."

The worker pointed toward a distant fishing boat.

"Go find Pinghai over there. He's the guide. If you want to go to the Pearl Galley, he's your guy."

Shao Yun followed his gaze and spotted a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat, lazily sunbathing on the boat.

He nodded and thanked the dockworker politely.

"Much appreciated."

Then, he turned and walked toward the fishing boat.

…

On the fishing boat, Pinghai lay basking in the sun, a look of disdain faintly visible in his eyes.

When he saw Shao Yun approaching, he frowned slightly, seemingly annoyed by the uninvited guest.

"Hmm? If you wanna go out to sea or fish or whatever, find someone else. My boat's strictly for Pearl Galley guests," Pinghai said with a mix of arrogance and contempt.

Shao Yun wasn't fazed. He pointed toward the gilded boat on the horizon and said firmly, "I need to get to the Pearl Galley. Take me."

Pinghai sneered, held out his hand, and asked, "You got an invitation? If not, quit crowding the scene."

Shao Yun shook his head, locked eyes with Pinghai, and replied politely, "I don't have an invitation. But I'm going to the Pearl Galley to retrieve a woman's keepsake. Please take me."

Pinghai's face darkened, clearly angered.

"You deaf or something? No invitation, no ride—get lost!"

Shao Yun scanned him from head to toe. Had the people of Liyue already forgotten him after a month without killing? Or was this man simply born with no fear of death?

In a flash, Shao Yun kicked Pinghai straight into the sea.

Without hesitation, he leapt aboard the fishing boat, grasped the oars tightly, and prepared to set sail.

Suddenly, a figure burst from the water in a splash—Pinghai.

Furious, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes bulging wide, he roared at Shao Yun.

"You f***ing madman! You dare kick me into the sea? I'm from the Pearl Galley! Do you even know who I am? How dare you treat me like this?!"

Shao Yun stood at the bow, staring coldly at Pinghai. A mocking smirk appeared on his lips.

He drew his Schofield Revolver and aimed it at Pinghai.

"You say one more word—I'll feed you to the fish."

Pinghai froze. The menace in Shao Yun's voice paralyzed him. Staring at the black muzzle, he was struck speechless.

The sea breeze stirred waves around them, as though even the ocean laughed at his disgrace.

Finally, Pinghai lowered his head and fell silent.

Satisfied, Shao Yun holstered his revolver and resumed rowing toward his destination.

The Pearl Galley gleamed just ahead. That was where he needed to go.

…

On the lavish deck of the Pearl Galley, guards stood watch, eyes fixed on the surrounding waters.

As Shao Yun's boat approached, one of them—a burly man, muscular but nowhere near Shao Yun's build—suddenly called out.

"Who the hell are you?"

Shao Yun steadied the boat beside the Pearl Galley, laid down his oars, and looked up calmly.

"I'm here to retrieve something. A keepsake left by a woman named Nianhua. I intend to take it back."

The guard frowned, clearly unfamiliar with the name. He snorted disdainfully.

"Never heard of that wench. Beat it!"

But Shao Yun didn't leave as they expected. Instead, he vaulted cleanly onto the deck.

"I'm here for Miss Nianhua's keepsake. I won't say it again. Hand it over."

The guard was furious.

"This ain't a place for bums like you! Get lost, or I'll feed you to the fish!"

Shao Yun nodded, expression unchanged.

"How many lives do you think you have to speak to me like that?"

Suddenly—BANG!—a gunshot shattered the tension.

Before the guard could react, Shao Yun had already pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced his chest with deadly precision.

The guard's eyes widened in shock before he collapsed, lifeless.

Shao Yun stood motionless, revolver still smoking faintly.

He turned the barrel toward the remaining guards.

"I'm here to collect Miss Nianhua's keepsake. Notify your supervisor."

The others, paralyzed by his cold stare, didn't move a muscle. After a full minute, one finally ran off to get someone.

Soon, a woman named Luoxia stepped out of the cabin.

Dressed in elegant attire, with a chilly expression, she glanced at the body on the deck, then at Shao Yun seated and puffing a cigar. She frowned.

"Hello, I'm Luoxia, the steward of the Pearl Galley," she said coolly. "Why did you kill one of our guards? Isn't that a bit excessive?"

Shao Yun smiled faintly. He flicked his cigar onto the floor and crushed it underfoot.

Looking up, he said, "My name is Shao Yun. I came to collect something left behind by Miss Nianhua, entrusted to me by her child."

His voice was calm and firm.

Then, with a kick, he nudged the corpse at his feet.

"But this fool tried to stop me and mouthed off. So, I killed him. Hope you don't mind."

A ripple of alarm passed through Luoxia's eyes.

She mentally recalled everything known about Shao Yun. Each line of that intel slashed like a blade in her memory.

The annihilation of the Fatui in Mondstadt. The capture of Treasure Hoarders' boss "Stormterror Bandit." The heist at the Northland Bank in Liyue. Even the Fatui Harbinger "Childe," who once aided him, was rumored to have been killed by him.

All these signs pointed to one thing—Shao Yun was ruthless, unpredictable, and extremely dangerous.

And that cold, haunting warning etched in her mind: "Never try to oppose or threaten him. Shao Yun is a lethal entity."

Luoxia inhaled deeply, struggling to remain composed. She cast a subtle glance at two guards, who immediately began clearing away the corpse in silence.

Then, with a practiced smile, she turned to Shao Yun and spoke apologetically.

"My sincerest apologies. That man was blind and offensive. I'll go retrieve Miss Nianhua's keepsake right away. Please wait here."

She turned to call inside, "Bring two people to—" But was cut off by Shao Yun's icy voice.

"No need. I'll take the item and leave. I'm not interested in your theatrics."

Luoxia's heart skipped a beat. Her gaze dropped to Shao Yun's hand moving toward his waist.

She instantly changed her tone.

"Understood. I'll fetch it myself—right away."

Her heart weighed heavy with dread as she stepped into the cabin. Sunlight spilled inside but failed to warm her chilled spirit.

As the door shut behind her, sealing her from the outside world, she entered the storage room and searched for anything that might have belonged to Miss Nianhua.

But everything had been wiped clean—no trace left behind.

Despair filled Luoxia's eyes. She realized she was now in grave danger.

'It's over. If this demon gets angry…' The thought struck like lightning, sending her pulse racing.

She knew well how fearsome Shao Yun was. If he got truly mad, it wouldn't just be a matter of one death—he could level the entire Pearl Galley.

Shivering, she shook her head, trying to banish the terrifying thought.

She had to find something—anything—left behind by Miss Nianhua. Just one item, and she might survive.