Little Pink Starfish

This Is a Magical World

Yu Xiaoxiao really hadn’t expected that after finally arriving in a world without zombies, she’d one day end up fighting off creatures that were basically zombies. “Don’t let them bite you!” she shouted to Xiao Wei, then charged forward. Having survived the apocalypse, Yu Xiaoxiao knew that when you encountered something that used to be human but definitely wasn’t anymore, running wouldn’t solve anything—you had to kill it.

Seeing her about to collide with the naked man, Xiao Wei clenched his teeth and dashed in after her. He was a secret guard of the imperial palace—how could he be afraid of death?

Just as the two were about to engage, another figure burst out from behind the naked man—a woman, also completely unclothed.

Xiao Wei caught sight of her and yelled, “That’s the one who led us here!”

Yu Xiaoxiao nodded. One more opponent? She didn’t care. If she couldn’t win, she’d just hit them with lightning. As long as she and Xiao Wei didn’t die, it was all good.

Meanwhile, Mo Wen was seated atop the pagoda terrace of the National Guardian Temple, silently staring at Tian Xingzi, who had just been delivered by Jing Mo.

Tian Xingzi felt goosebumps rise under that gaze. Mo Wen didn’t look hostile—he seemed like a benevolent Buddha, full of compassion for all beings. But Tian Xingzi knew better. This man wasn’t even human—he was a venomous snake.

Jing Mo, standing to the side, was also growing anxious under Mo Wen’s prolonged silence. He tried to speak a few times, but sensing Mo Wen’s unreadable intentions, swallowed his words every time.

In the end, it was the old Taoist who broke first. Seriously? How long does it take to decide how to kill someone? Beheading or skinning—just pick one! “Master,” Tian Xingzi called, finally breaking the silence.

Only then did Mo Wen speak. “I thought you’d just call me by name. So Tian Xingzi knows how to be polite now?”

Tian Xingzi ground his teeth. Why doesn’t the heavens strike this bald demon down already?

Mo Wen turned to Jing Mo and smiled. “I’ve heard much of the Zhuri prince Jing Mo—elegant, talented. To meet Your Highness today is truly my honor.”

Jing Mo’s hand trembled as he held his teacup.

Mo Wen’s gaze swept over Jing Mo’s hands. Still smiling, he asked, “Prince, how is the tea?”

Jing Mo nodded. “This tea from Master Chengguan is naturally excellent. I’ve long heard that Master Chengguan is both a master of Buddhism and tea. Today’s taste confirms the praise.”

Tian Xingzi bared his teeth. This guy has no fear of death. He knew Mo Wen and Chengguan didn’t get along, yet here he was praising Chengguan in front of Mo Wen. You’d have to be trying to die to do something like that.

Yet Mo Wen wasn’t angry. He nodded calmly. “Indeed. Chengguan is a senior monk of Yongsheng Temple. But it’s been many years since I last tasted his tea.”

Jing Mo glanced at Chengguan, who sat utterly still. Why hasn’t he moved at all? Could Mo Wen have poisoned him already?

Tian Xingzi wasn’t concerned about Chengguan’s life or death. His eyes darted around, studying the temple layout from the high terrace. Why did such a tiny kingdom like Fengtian build such a massive temple? And where was that monster princess Linglong? She couldn’t possibly be waiting until after Mo Wen killed him to appear, right? Just thinking of that possibility made the old Taoist want to pee himself.

Then Mo Wen said, “Tian Xingzi, you’re the world’s foremost sorcerer. Why don’t you calculate what’s about to happen in the National Guardian Temple?”

Tian Xingzi almost burst into tears. How does this bald demon know everything? Anyone who tries to divine heaven’s secrets risks inviting death. Didn’t this demon monk know that?

Jing Mo couldn’t help but look down from the terrace. The temple below was quiet, lit by sparse lanterns, the sound of prayer drums echoing softly. There was no sign at all that Yu Xiaoxiao or Xiao Wei had entered the temple.

Right now, those two stood in a small courtyard in the northeast corner of the temple, stunned. In front of them, a naked woman was brawling with a bunch of men. Who could possibly explain what the hell was happening?

“Looks like we don’t need to do anything?” Xiao Wei asked, bewildered.

Yu Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes. “This girl seems pretty fierce.”

Xiao Wei gulped. At this point, nudity didn’t matter. Gender didn’t matter. This woman was tearing into those men—biting, clawing, blood and flesh flying, bones exposed. Xiao Wei wanted to throw up. No one fights like that. Not even in my wildest nightmares could I imagine this kind of mess.

“She’s on our side,” Yu Xiaoxiao told him.

“So what?” Xiao Wei said weakly. Are we supposed to take this naked savage home? Prince Consort will drop dead on the spot.

“Why is she helping us?” Yu Xiaoxiao murmured.

“Yeah,” Xiao Wei echoed. “Why would she help us?”

Yu Xiaoxiao suddenly turned and stared at Xiao Wei.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He took a step back. “W-What?”

Yu Xiaoxiao said, “Maybe she’s taken a liking to you?”

Xiao Wei glanced over at the “girl,” who was currently gnawing on a piece of human flesh—and immediately turned around to vomit.

Yu Xiaoxiao sniffed. What a magical world. She thought she’d have to return to zombie-slaying, but instead, it turned into a live-action martial arts film.

Xiao Wei, wiping his mouth, turned just in time to see the “girl” gouge out a man’s eyeball with her fingers. His throat tightened. Yup, vomiting again sounds good.

“Xiao Wei…” Yu Xiaoxiao began.

Xiao Wei waved frantically. Please, Princess, stop talking about her liking me or I swear, I’ll puke again.

The woman Yu Xiaoxiao had dubbed “the girl” suddenly looked their way.

Xiao Wei said, “Her eyes… they look like stones.”

Her pupils were covered in a milky white membrane. There were no visible irises or whites—just two cloudy orbs like chunks of marble.

“Corneal degeneration,” Yu Xiaoxiao explained.

Huh? Xiao Wei had no idea what that meant. “What kind of membrane?”

“I think she’s asking for my help,” Yu Xiaoxiao said.

Xiao Wei grabbed her arms with both hands. “Let’s just go!” Watching non-human creatures fight was not a suitable activity for actual humans.