Genshin Impact: This Priest is Cringe, But She’s Also Unbeatable

Half an hour later, the sisters stood downstairs from their apartment building.

Celeste scanned the unusually tranquil residential area, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

“That’s weird.

You’d think those schools would have sent someone to camp out on our doorstep by now.” “Mom and Dad probably sent them packing,” Selene said, pulling out her key to unlock the front door.

The moment the door swung open, the rich aroma of a home-cooked meal mingled with the familiar, comforting scent of their apartment, washing over them like a warm welcome.

In the living room, their parents were curled up lazily on the sofa, engrossed in the television.

“You’re back,” Yan Shuyu said, turning her head with a gentle smile.

“Breakfast is being kept warm.

Go wash up, quickly.” “Dad, Mom,” Celeste mumbled, shuffling into her slippers and approaching them with a distinct lack of energy.

“About those admissions teachers…” Lin Qingtian’s gaze remained glued to the TV screen.

Without even looking up, he simply jutted his chin toward the coffee table.

There, a small mountain of beautifully printed business cards with a variety of elegant designs was piled high.

“Oh, they’ve all been dealt with.” His tone was so flat, so utterly devoid of excitement, that he might as well have been discussing whether the price of green onions at the market had gone up or down that day, rather than the future of his two daughters.

“I told them you two just finished a major battle.

No matter how important their business is, it can wait until you’ve had a proper rest.” He continued, “I scheduled a group meeting for them tomorrow morning at ten.

Saves us the trouble of being bothered by one wave after another.” He spoke with an air of complete nonchalance, yet beneath it lay a deep, unshakeable calm—the kind of composure that wouldn’t falter even if Mount Tai itself were to collapse before him.

Looking at her father, who on any other day was just an ordinary staff member of the Domain Patrol, Celeste suddenly felt that he seemed a little different today.

That thought, however, was fleeting.

“That’s amazing!” she cheered, her objective now crystal clear.

She made a beeline for the bathroom.

“Selene, come on!

Let’s wash up together!

We can scrub each other’s backs!” “Coming, coming!” Soon, the sound of splashing water echoed from behind the bathroom door.

A stream of warm water cascaded over her body, washing away three days’ worth of grime and exhaustion.

Celeste was so comfortable she almost moaned aloud.

She felt human again.

This was what it meant to be alive.

“Sis,” Selene said, her hands working shampoo into her sister’s hair, her curiosity finally getting the better of her.

“What was the deal with your Healing Spell?

How on earth did it purify such a terrifying Necromancer?

What were you even thinking at that moment?” “The purification part probably has something to do with my Healing Spell turning pink,” Celeste replied, closing her eyes in blissful enjoyment.

“As for what I was thinking…

I was thinking, ‘When will this godforsaken hellhole finally end?

I really, really want to take a bath.’” Selene’s hands paused.

“…” She knew it.

She absolutely should not have asked.

“However,” Celeste’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

In their beautiful depths, there was no thirst for power, no grand ambition for the future—only a light that was pure to the extreme.

It was a deep yearning, a deep-seated desire for the simple comforts of a good life.

“Selene, everything will be perfect once I level up again and reach level 22!” “Level 22?” “Yes!” Celeste nodded vigorously, her expression as solemn and earnest as if she were sketching out the grand blueprint for her entire life’s happiness.

“At level 22, I can learn the ‘Cleansing Spell’!” “In the future, no matter how long I fight or what kind of hellscape I’m in, with just a single thought, I’ll be spotless from the inside out and smell amazing!” “I will never have to endure the agony of not bathing for three days ever again!” Staring at her sister’s face, which was practically glowing with passion over a minor utility spell, Selene was momentarily at a loss for words.

Outside, the entire world was in an uproar over her rule-breaking, model-shifting power.

And here she was, her greatest aspiration at this moment, her ultimate life goal, seemingly boiled down to taking a hot bath anytime, anywhere.

‘Sis, do you have some kind of massive misunderstanding about what the Cleansing Spell does?

I told you it’s for removing negative status effects…’ Selene wanted to point out.

But then she reconsidered.

Her sister’s Healing Spell could turn pink and somehow gain an anti-stealth effect.

Maybe, just maybe, the Cleansing Spell she learned actually could be a substitute for bathing.

The warm water washed away the last vestiges of their fatigue.

The two sisters changed into clean pajamas, feeling as though they had been reborn.

The breakfast Yan Shuyu had prepared was simple yet heartwarming.

After a bowl of piping hot porridge, every bone and muscle in their bodies seemed to melt into a state of pure relaxation.

After a quick bite, their heads had barely hit their pillows before they were both fast asleep.

They slept soundly until 4:30 in the afternoon.

Celeste’s eyes fluttered open.

Outside the window, the setting sun was a pool of molten gold, its light piercing through the gaps in the curtains to carve warm, glowing shapes onto the floor.

The air was filled with that peaceful scent unique to home, a scent that could soothe the very soul.

She gave a long, luxurious stretch, and her bones let out a series of satisfying crackles and pops.

“Awake?” Selene’s muffled mumble came from the pillow beside her.

She had just woken up as well, her soft black hair a chaotic mess resembling a bird’s nest, making her look like a freshly ruffled kitten.

“I’m awake,” Celeste replied, rolling out of bed.

“Are you hungry?” “Starving!” Selene scrambled up, her eyes practically glowing.

“Mom definitely left food for us!” The two sisters quickly freshened up, changed into clean loungewear, and padded into the living room in their slippers.

Sure enough, several dishes sat on the dining table under protective covers, still emitting a faint wisp of steam.

Yan Shuyu poked her head out of the kitchen, tying her apron, a gentle smile gracing her features.

“You’re awake?

Go on and eat; I just reheated everything for you.” Braised pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, a comforting tomato and egg soup, and a pot of fragrant white rice.

At that moment, the simplest of home-cooked meals surpassed every delicacy in the world.

The sisters buried their heads in their bowls and ate with ravenous gusto, clearing the table like a passing whirlwind.

Lin Qingtian sat on the sofa, a newspaper held up in his hands.

But his gaze occasionally drifted over the top edge of the paper to rest on his two daughters, a smile he couldn’t quite hide tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Once they had mostly finished, he slowly lowered the newspaper and cleared his throat.

“Finished eating?” “Yep!” Celeste put down her bowl and chopsticks, took a sip from her teacup, and cut straight to the chase.

“Dad, Mom, about those schools…

do you have any suggestions?” Yan Shuyu took off her apron and came to sit beside her husband.

“Your father and I have discussed it,” she said softly.

“Ultimately, this decision is up to you two.

However…” She glanced at Lin Qingtian.

He reached out and, from the stack of elegant business cards on the coffee table, selected a single one.

It had a solid black background with gold-foiled edges, bearing only four characters: “Jingcheng University.” The design was steady, powerful, and utterly domineering.

He placed the card in the center of the table, his tone as flat as if he were evaluating a head of cabbage at the market.

“Jingcheng University.

Ranked first in complete strength.

No weaknesses.” “Any class you enter will grant you access to top-tier resources, connections, and platforms.

The downside is that it’s a gathering place for geniuses.

The competition is extreme, and the rules are strict.” He paused, his gaze landing on Celeste’s face, a hint of playful mischief in his eyes.

“Celeste, your…

personal style is rather unrestrained.

If you go there, you’ll probably feel uncomfortable all over.” Celeste’s mouth twitched.

‘Dad, you’re being way too subtle,’she thought.’What do you mean, “unrestrained personal style”?

That’s the system forcing me into social death!’ She could already picture it: she’s sitting in a top-tier public lecture at Jingcheng University.

A white-haired, venerable old professor is on stage, explaining the fundamental laws of the world.

Suddenly, a [Ding!] rings in her head, triggering the “Overtones” passive.

Then, in front of a national live broadcast and a crowd filled with the titans of the nation, the Mount Tais and Beidous of their fields, she would be forced to perform a segment of “Big Hilichurl got sick, Second Hilichurl took a look.

Third Hilichurl gathered herbs, Fourth Hilichurl brewed the soup…” That scene…

The outcome would probably be her being turned directly into a specimen, mounted on the pillar of shame in the Jingcheng University History Museum, and preserved for all eternity as a cautionary tale.

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