After returning from the God of Swords, Qingxu.
Vorthis had learned everything he needed to.
With nothing pressing to do, he resumed his laid-back, carefree lifestyle.
During this time, he pestered Morax to play Go with him.
As usual, it didn't take long for Morax to completely decipher Vorthis's strategies, and the outcome was predictable.
Vorthis faced repeated losses.
"Hmph," Vorthis snorted, unwilling to admit defeat.
"Come! Be my opponent once more! I'm certain I'll win this time!"
Even against gods, I'll claim half a point in victory!
"Morax, prepare yourself!"
With determination, Vorthis placed a white stone on the Go board, gripping it between his index and middle fingers.
A streak of lightning shot out from the stone, shattering all of the black pieces on the board as though it were a line-connecting game.
Morax facepalmed in exasperation.
This all-too-familiar scene…
"This round is mine!" Vorthis declared with a grin.
Morax: "..."
If I dare disagree, will you claim, "Do you know Go better than me, or do I?"
Unable to endure Vorthis's leisurely and mischievous lifestyle, Morax frequently left Liyue to visit the adepti in Jueyun Karst.
Vorthis felt rather helpless about this.
So what if he had dragged Morax into playing chess, Gomoku, army chess, Monopoly, poker, UNO, and other games?
Shrugging his shoulders, Vorthis claimed his innocence.
After all, as a God now blessed with a seemingly endless lifespan, wouldn't he die of boredom without some entertainment?
Otherwise, he might end up turning into a relic like Zhongli.
As time passed, the wheat fields turned golden, and the crops—potatoes and sweet potatoes—grew lush and thriving thanks to the careful tending of the people of Liyue.
A sturdy farmer named Li arrived at his fields, holding a booklet bestowed by the God of Feather himself. Comparing the pictures in the booklet to the crops in his fields, he tried to determine if the potatoes were ready for harvest.
Since it was his first time growing this crop, Li wasn't entirely sure, so he used the booklet as a guide.
This "Cultivaion" was a divine artifact granted by the God of Feather, and Li had taken great care to preserve it.
He handled it cautiously, fearing even the smallest damage.
"They should be ready for harvest, right?" Li muttered uncertainly.
But the easiest way to find out was to pull one out and check.
Stepping into the field, he dug a potato out with his hoe, grabbed its vine, and shook off the dirt.
Seeing the five plump potatoes hanging below, Li's face lit up with joy.
Before planting, they had sampled the potatoes and sweet potatoes—more out of curiosity than mistrust of the God of Feather.
"Hahaha! Look! One, two, three, four, five! Five of them!"
"This one has even more—seven!"
Standing in his field, Li marveled at his harvest, basking in the joy of abundance.
Joy, like a ripple, began to spread.
All of Liyue was soon immersed in this happiness.
"Hm? A harvest already?"
Vorthis lay idly in a pavilion with a panoramic view of Liyue, watching the bustling farmers in the distant fields.
Every face was brimming with smiles as hands tirelessly harvested the crops.
By his calculations, it was indeed time for the food to ripen.
The season of autumn harvest had arrived.
"Morax! Morax!"
"The seeds planted in spring are ready to be harvested. Let's go take a look!"
Entering Morax's study, Vorthis found him engrossed in reading a stone tablet.
"Spring's seeds, now mature?"
"Indeed. Let's go," Morax replied.
He, too, wanted to see if the seeds manifested by Vorthis would be enough to sustain Liyue's people for the coming year.
The two left together.
The streets of Liyue were deserted—everyone had flocked to the fields.
Besides harvesting crops, the people were eager to see the yield of these divine seeds.
The God Feather had promised that these crops would feed all of Liyue through the autumn harvest.
"Lord of Geo! Lord of Feather!"
Vorthis and Morax, conspicuous as ever, were quickly recognized when they arrived at the fields.
People paused their work to gather around the two gods.
Seeing the commotion, Vorthis quickly spoke up.
"Morax and I are just here to observe the harvest. There's no need to gather around; please continue with your work."
Hearing this, the crowd smiled and returned to their tasks, reassured by the gods' presence.
"Lord of Geo, Lord of Feather!"
"Thanks to your blessings, the harvest is bountiful. If we store it properly, it will last us a very long time."
"Indeed, Lord of Feather! If we ration carefully, it could last two years!"
"All thanks to the divine seeds bestowed by Lord of Feather!"
The voices of gratitude and admiration filled the air.
Vorthis couldn't help but feel gratified—it's always pleasant to hear praise.
Smiling, he said, "That's wonderful to hear! Keep up the hard work and don't delay the harvest!"
"Yes, Lord of Feather!" the crowd replied in unison.
The people dispersed and returned to their fields, diligently harvesting and piling the crops.
Vorthis and Morax strolled through the fields of Liyue, inspecting each one.
The yields were consistently high.
Judging by the results, the harvest was indeed enough to feed Liyue for over a year.
Though there might not be enough space in the granaries to store everything, potatoes and sweet potatoes could be preserved in cellars or processed into longer-lasting products like dried sweet potatoes.
"Well, what do you think?"
Vorthis looked at Morax, clearly fishing for compliments.
The seeds he had manifested were specially enhanced to thrive in harsh conditions and still yield abundant crops.
Of course, he deserved recognition for this!