A rare magical miracle in the world

"Are we leaving just like that?"

"Just like this?"

"They don’t provide novice equipment, just money?"

After Jinling left, the four looked at each other, and Qin Yue was the first to speak, "I’d give this RPG game a bad review..."

"What’s an RPG game?"

"Role-playing."

Qin Yue explained to Ye Ling what RPG meant, and Qin Yinyu did not stop him because, indeed, gaming was a blind spot in her knowledge.

She couldn’t comprehend what sense of accomplishment humans could get from such cheap games.

"Looking at the current situation, the Netherworld Fairyland seems to be the equivalent of a city or a starting village in a game."

"The Fox Immortal sister before must have been like a guide in the game, the kind that helps us create accounts."

"Oh, I’ve read about this in virtual game novels."

In the era Ye Feng hailed from, all sorts of novels had just started to become popular. He asked, "So what do we do next?"

Reality isn’t a game, and they couldn’t truly act without consequences. The Fox Immortal told them to survive, indicating that there were forces here that could lead them to death.

"I heard you’re really good at playing games, little Yue?"

"Uh..."

Qin Yue cleared his throat, "Well, I’m not really a Greater God or anything. Playing MMOs, it’s one part skill, nine parts how much you spend."

Qin Yue came from a wealthy family among the wealthy, and his sister Qin Yinyu knew him to be a homebody. To keep him out of trouble, she would transfer one billion into his account every month.

One billion to play games was indeed a bit excessive.

Qin Yinyu: "What use are you then."

Qin Yue: "......"

"Let’s cross the bridge and have a look inside, maybe we can get a quest from an NPC."

If they were players, then the others should be NPCs.

"Don’t really treat it like a game."

"It’s just a metaphor, only a metaphor!"

Ye Feng and Qin Yue, being men, naturally took the lead and walked in the front.

Although Ye Ling knew martial arts, she was, after all, only sixteen years old. They subconsciously treated her as a student still attending school, protecting her in the middle.

Soon, the four leisurely crossed the sea of flowers and stepped onto the wooden bridge.

"Make way, make way, quick, move aside!"

Qin Yue lifted his foot and saw four fists-sized mice dressed in clothes, carrying a palanquin, running past his feet.

"Ding ling, ding ling."

The wooden bridge was bustling with people coming and going, very lively, and they came in all forms, some with animal heads like rabbits, cats, dogs, others with multiple eyes, hands, and feet. @@novelbin@@

Minotaurs herded cows, centaurs herded horses, and there were even clothed bipedal animals.

Clearly, these were not humans but creatures like demons.

The four exclaimed in surprise continuously but quickly calmed down.

"The river is wide, with sixteen bridges," Qin Yinyu said, "The overall layout is Japanese-Tang style, plus the earlier mention of vanishing, this place might be somewhere related to the myths of Sakura Island."

After crossing the bridge, what faced them was a neat and clean Japanese-style ancient street.

The buildings on both sides of the street weren’t tall, with none exceeding three stories and all made of wood. There might be some sort of festival going on, as many vendors were squatting or standing at the street corners, selling some indescribable things.

Ye Feng raised his hand to shield his eyes, looking at the blinding sun overhead, and estimated it was around 3 p.m.

"It was just nighttime, and suddenly it’s daytime."

Ye Feng yawned repeatedly, and the three of them also felt fatigue setting in simultaneously.

Since they had crossed over late at night, had it not been for the shock earlier, they would have already lain down to rest.

"Let’s find a place to stay first."

Qin Yinyu managed the household prudently and was the first to pay attention to "food, clothing, shelter, and transportation": "Although we don’t know where this is, we must prepare for a long-term stay."

When traveling, everyone knows that renting a place is cheaper than staying in a hotel.

The four of them had a total of 12,000 yuan.

Qin Yue gave her sister 2,500 and kept only 5 Small Silver Coins for himself.

Ye Feng and Ye Ling’s money was not Qin Yinyu’s to manage, but Ye Ling instinctively trusted Ye Feng and handed her lucky pouch over to him.

This girl, who looked exactly like his younger sister, had become Ye Feng’s emotional anchor.

"I think we should first look for a money changer or a bank."

Ye Feng had a different opinion from Qin Yinyu: "Even if Ling Ling is capable of fighting, she’s not a match for demons and monsters."

"You’re right!"

Qin Yinyu immediately realized that the greatest threat to their wealth was not each other, but outsiders.

The Fox Immortal had never said that others couldn’t snatch their lucky pouches.

"Where is the money changer?"

The four decided to ask some of the local people around them, but they didn’t dare to directly ask passersby, so the best approach was to find a street vendor.

Buy something first and then ask for directions as part of a transaction.

Only that...

"Who should we ask?"

Qin Yue looked at the nearby vendors; not a single one was human.

"Uh..."

At the stall closest to them stood a figure that was half-transparent.

It wore a conical hat, its features were blurred, and it was shouldering a long, black pole that seemed to be a peculiarly shaped smoking pipe, puffing clouds of smoke.

As for what the figure was selling, they glanced over and saw that it was actually women’s bellybands and undergarments.

Selling these in the street embarrassed Ye Ling and Qin Yinyu, making them hesitant to approach.

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Neither of them, shy as they were, wanted to buy a pair of panties before asking for directions.

"Maybe we should forget about it."

At Qin Yue’s words, all three nodded in agreement; they did not want to inquire from this creature that seemed somewhat perverse.

So, looking at the second row of the street, right next to the blurred figure, was a little Monk squatting behind a stall, nodding off.

"How about we ask that one?"

Mainly because what the Monk was selling — a variety of stone objects like alms bowls and teacups — were very delicate and beautiful.

If she hadn’t been transported to another world, Qin Yinyu thought she probably would buy some of these handicrafts during her travels in her previous life.

From her perspective, they exuded an artistic flair and were worthy of collection.

"I’ll go."

Ye Feng stepped forward but felt somewhat uneasy inside: "Excuse me, little master, I’d like to buy something."

Hearing a customer, the Monk shook his head and then opened his eyes.

It was then that the four of them noticed that although he had a nose and a mouth, he had only one eye, which was exceptionally large and sparkling.

"Ah, a customer, please feel free to browse."

The One-Eyed Monk was a young Demon; the miracle power of the Rakshasa fell upon an upright stone, endowing it with intelligence and giving birth to the One-Eyed Monk.

"How much?"

Ye Feng’s main purpose was to ask for directions; buying something was secondary.

"One text coin for three, pick as you please, same price for all sizes,"

The voice of the One-Eyed Monk was very gentle, with a kind of naive charm as if a young neighbor boy had come out to do business: "Also, if you buy seven at once, it’s only two text coins."

The One-Eyed Monk was not ugly, and although he had only one eye, to these visitors from Blue Star, that colossal eye was unexpectedly somewhat cute.