Little Pink Starfish

The Dangers of Being Uneducated

Wuhuan nodded and said, “His Majesty isn’t without brothers. If Mo Wen wants to replace him with another prince, it wouldn’t be hard for him.”

Yu Xiaoxiao’s expression turned serious. Her useless father actually had brothers? Judging by Wuhuan’s tone, this wasn’t a joke.

“Kill them,” Wuhuan said, looking at the people below and speaking to Yu Xiaoxiao.

“I don’t like killing people,” Yu Xiaoxiao replied. “Can we try something else? Every time you kill a human, there’s one less human being. It’s not good.”

Wuhuan could no longer find words to describe his mood. The princess fought like a storm but insisted she was a devout Buddhist who avoided killing?

“How about this?” Yu Xiaoxiao suggested. “You charge in bravely and don’t be afraid. I’ll stand right behind you and watch.”

Wuhuan: …

Seeing he didn’t respond, Yu Xiaoxiao asked, “Wait, do you not kill humans either?” But that didn’t make sense—she had clearly seen him stomp Chen Qi and Chen Mie to death earlier.

Wuhuan had no choice but to confess honestly, “I’ve been poisoned and had my pressure points sealed. I can’t protect myself right now.”

“Poisoned?” Yu Xiaoxiao frowned. Wen Fenglin was poisoned too. Was this some kind of Poison-Your-Senior-Brother Day?

“One of my subordinates did it,” Wuhuan smiled bitterly. “I didn’t expect he would poison me.”

“Why?”

“He wanted to return to Yongsheng Temple,” Wuhuan said, adjusting the wooden mask on his face. “Everyone wants to rise higher. I understand his motivation.”

At that moment, Master Jiyu landed on the rooftop opposite Yu Xiaoxiao. The autumn wind lifted his monk’s robe, making him look like an immortal about to ride the wind into the sky.

Yu Xiaoxiao looked down—the remaining four monks were guarding the house below her and Wuhuan. As for the one she’d slammed into the ground, his legs were broken, and now he lay beside the corpses of Chen Qi and Chen Mie.

“Princess Linglong,” Master Jiyu said coldly to Yu Xiaoxiao, “I advise you not to meddle in Yongsheng Temple’s affairs.”

Yu Xiaoxiao sniffed and said, “You’ve got the wrong person. Who’s this Princess Linglong? Never heard of her.”

“Back then, Yu Ningsheng was nothing but a scoundrel,” Master Jiyu sneered. “I didn’t expect his daughter to be the same. Princess Linglong, if not for the Abbot’s help, how could your father have become the Emperor of Fengtian?”

Yu Xiaoxiao said, “I don’t get what you’re saying. Could you speak in a way I can actually understand?”

“You—!”

“By the way, Master, how old are you?” Yu Xiaoxiao asked. “Old people need to maintain a good mindset to live longer. Always fighting at the drop of a hat like this, you must be close to death.”

Master Jiyu found himself unable to speak.

“I really don’t want to fight someone as old as you,” Yu Xiaoxiao said sincerely. “For your own health, Master, you should go back.”

“Go back?” Master Jiyu replied. “Aren’t you afraid the Abbot will punish Yu Ningsheng? Princess Linglong, are you that naive?”

“I already told you, I’m not Princess Linglong,” Yu Xiaoxiao snapped. “You’re old, so it’s normal to be a little deaf. But I’ve said it this many times and you still can’t hear? That’s full-on deafness. You need treatment. How about going back and taking some medicine?”

“Shut up!” Master Jiyu finally lost it and shouted at her.

Yu Xiaoxiao pointed at his bald head and said, “Are you mad, Master? If you had hair, you’d be pulling a full-on ‘rage makes your hair stand on end’ moment right now, huh?”

Wuhuan watched as Master Jiyu’s face turned dark with fury and his composure completely shattered. He had to admire the princess. If this went on any longer, she might not even need to lift a finger—Jiyu would just keel over from rage.

Yu Xiaoxiao shook her head and said, “How can a monk be so easily angered? Look, you’ve insulted me so much and I’m still calm. A person needs self-restraint. Master, you—”

“Insolence!” the four monks below suddenly burst into action. As Jiyu’s personal disciples, how could they let a little girl talk to their master that way? They leapt onto the rooftop together. With all four of them, surely they could take down one tiny Yu Linglong?

Yu Xiaoxiao saw their fierce expressions and kicked the roof beneath her feet.

Wuhuan had seen her demolish a house before, so he stepped to the side immediately.

Roof tiles flew up with a sharp whoosh, crashing into the four airborne monks. They tried to block the tiles with their hands using internal force, but as soon as they made contact, they realized the impact was far beyond what they could withstand.

Yu Xiaoxiao smacked her lips. The tiles were just a little slower than bullets, and these guys still tried to block them with their bare hands? Didn’t anyone in this world know basic physics? Honestly, being uneducated was truly terrifying.

Master Jiyu watched in shock as his four disciples fell from midair, wailing in pain. He couldn’t believe it—they hadn’t even touched Yu Linglong and were already taken down?

“You have to take Jiyu out!” Wuhuan urged Yu Xiaoxiao.

Now that the real fight was on, Yu Xiaoxiao stopped wasting words. She stomped on the roof ridge and kicked the entire section toward Master Jiyu.

Jiyu leapt up and struck with his palm, splintering a massive wooden beam into fragments.

“Watch out!” Wuhuan shouted.

Yu Xiaoxiao nodded. This guy’s power level was definitely next-level. If he were in the apocalypse, taking out a few zombies would be nothing to him.

Jiyu didn’t relent—he struck again, aiming straight at Yu Xiaoxiao.

Yu Xiaoxiao didn’t dodge but kicked up a whole section of roof tiles and hurled them at Jiyu.

Wuhuan, whose pressure points were still sealed, suddenly lost footing when the rooftop crumbled. He braced for a brutal fall that would likely leave him crippled. But then he felt someone grab his arm. Opening his eyes, he saw Yu Xiaoxiao carrying him as they leapt toward a tree in the courtyard.

“Scared?” Yu Xiaoxiao asked as she landed on a branch.

Wuhuan shook his head, then felt the wind against his face. When he touched his cheek, he realized his mask had fallen off. Instinctively, he reached up to cover his face.

Yu Xiaoxiao pulled his hand away and said, puzzled, “You’re not going on a blind date, so why hide your face?”

Wuhuan fell silent. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jiyu, still on the rooftop, hurl another palm strike their way. Wuhuan quickly moved to shield Yu Xiaoxiao. “Careful!” he warned.

Just then, a thunderclap roared through the sky.

The thunder shook Wuhuan’s ears painfully. He looked up, shocked—thunder on a clear day?