An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

"uh-huh."

“I remember… I think I’ve heard this name somewhere before,” the girl named Zhixia lowered her head and pondered.

"Just don't say it's some peeping tom who got beaten to death," Ya Feng said.

"I remember now, aren't you the famous writer from that kingdom? The one who specializes in writing about little girls?" Zhixia said, her eyes wide.

"Oh? You've been recognized. Does that mean you're one of my fans too?" Ya Feng smiled, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Who's your fan! Perfect, dealing with a loli-obsessed person like you, I've lost all my last bit of guilt!" Zhixia sneered.

"What do you mean by 'lolicon'..." Ya Feng's forehead veins bulged as he pointed at her:

"Listen up, what I'm really interested in are petite women who exude mature charm! The gentle maternal instinct that shines through beneath a youthful exterior is what I'm after all my life! Not those snot-nosed, babbling brats!"

"Isn't that still the same..." Zhixia said, her eyes twitching.

"Hehe, good, that suits me just fine. I don't feel guilty about dealing with a little brat like you," Ya Feng said, assuming a fighting stance.

"Who are you calling a little kid! I'm 23!" Zhixia said, embarrassed and annoyed.

"Then I suggest you drink more milk, lest you find every high staircase a hurdle in life," Ya Feng said with a sneer.

"You bastard... I have to teach you a lesson!"

Zhixia's forehead veins bulged, she clenched her fists, and suddenly leaped up, swinging her leg at him.

Ya Feng immediately raised his hand to block, feeling the force from his arm, and chuckled:

"Oh, you've actually practiced."

"Hmph, you're not bad either. This way I can beat you up to my heart's content." Zhixia sneered.

A little boy on the roadside saw this and asked his mother in confusion:

"Mom, why are they fighting?"

"Children shouldn't ask questions they shouldn't ask," his mother quickly pulled him away.

"Take this!" Zhixia threw a punch straight at his abdomen.

Ya Feng blocked the attack with a palm strike, and just as his opponent was about to continue his attack, he suddenly raised one hand:

"pause!"

Zhixia lowered her fist and snorted, "Scared?"

“I don’t think it’s necessary for us to be acting like children. Since we’re all adults, can’t we solve problems in an adult way?” Ya Feng said.

Zhixia frowned: "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"You must know magic too, right? How about we take turns casting a spell at each other? You can block it. If you block it, great. But if you don't, you're considered a useless noob. We'll each rely on our own abilities, and then we'll call it even. What do you say?"

Zhixia squinted at him: "You want to compete with me in magic?"

"Let's see if you dare."

"Any kind of magic?"

“Of course, but I don’t think we have any deep-seated hatred for each other, so it’s not like we should want to kill each other,” Ya Feng said.

“Okay, I’ll compete with you, but don’t blame me for bullying you. Don’t underestimate me just because I’m only 23. I’m practically a great mage,” Zhixia said.

"Okay."

Ya Feng said, but then he seemed to remember something.

Strange, why did this guy just say he was "equivalent" to a great mage?

Forget it.

"Should you go first or me?" Ya Feng pulled a magic wand from his pocket; it was a teaching wand he had taken from the school's equipment room.

“You go first. I’m afraid if I go first, you won’t have a chance to make a move,” Zhixia said.

“Alright, then I won’t be polite.” Ya Feng raised his wand, but saw Zhi Xia take out something that looked like a makeup box, decorated with pink gemstones.

"What's that? Don't you use a wand?"

"Mind your own business, this is enough for me." Zhixia glared at him, holding the "makeup box" in her hand, looking ready.

A magic wand is just a tool to assist in high-intensity spellcasting, and it can be made in any shape. Ya Feng shrugged and didn't care. Then he mobilized his magic power and launched a spell at her.

Zhixia raised her makeup box to defend herself, but the spell broke through her defenses and struck her squarely.

With a snap, her head tilted back, and she stumbled and fell backward to the ground.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

Zhixia got up from the ground and saw Yafeng looking at her with a strange smile. He even took out his Huanwangtong and took a picture of her.

"Ok?"

She seemed to sense something was wrong, touched her face, then took out a small mirror and looked at herself. Her pupils immediately contracted and trembled. She saw that her nose in the mirror had become a round pig's nose.

"Aha! Minting!" Ya Feng laughed heartily, waving the photo on his Huanwangtong device:

"Look closely, this is proof that you'll be nailed to the pillar of shame."

"Damn it!" Zhixia yelled, frantically using restoration magic to change her nose back to normal.

"Stand still! It's my turn next!" Zhixia shouted.

"Fine, come on then." Ya Feng stood ready to let her attack.

Chapter 77 The Gray-Haired Little Kid

Zhixia hadn't expected her opponent to be so strong; she had underestimated him earlier, so she couldn't hold back this time.

She raised the pink makeup box, channeled her magic, and a dazzling light shot towards Ya Feng, who at the same time raised his wand to defend himself.

As the magic burst forth, the spell that was originally aimed at Ya Feng seemed to encounter a mirror, turning around and heading towards Zhi Xia instead.

With a thud, Zhixia was hit by her own spell again and fell backward to the ground.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

She got up, and when she touched her face again, she found her hand covered in fur.

She picked up a mirror and looked at herself; with her furry face and round eyes, she realized she had turned into a little raccoon.

"Isn't this my spell?! Why is it working on me?!" she cried out, her small, beady eyes wide open.

“I said before that you can block, but I didn’t say what kind of defensive spell it is. The Antagonistic Spell can counterattack back exactly when a spell hits you. You’re still pretty cute like this, little raccoon~” Ya Feng took several more pictures of her with a grin.

“If you’re still not satisfied, I’ll post these two photos on the internet, and then you can expect social death,” he said.

"You bastard..." Zhixia clenched her fists.

"Alright, we're even now, I'll be going now." Ya Feng was in a great mood after winning two games in a row, waved his hand and turned to leave.

"You...stop right there! We haven't decided who's the winner yet!" She grabbed Ya Feng's clothes and shouted.

"What, can't you afford to play anymore? We agreed earlier that you'd honor your bet." Ya Feng chuckled.

"I underestimated you just now. Let's play another round! This time, I'll make you pay!" Zhixia shouted angrily.

"I don't have time to play with little brats. If you're not happy about it, then keep it to yourself." Ya Feng waved his hand and was about to leave.

"Don't leave!"

Zhixia launched a high kick at Yafeng, who turned and raised his hand to block it.

"...To be honest, you're being a bit ungrateful," Ya Feng said coldly, looking at her.

“I didn’t even use one percent of my strength just now. Let’s have another match, and this time I’ll show you my true power!” Zhixia said through gritted teeth.

Ya Feng looked at her and sneered.

"You asked for it."

...

An hour later.

West City Police Department Office.

"name."

"Ya Feng".

"Your name."

“Weaving Summer…”

Which school did you go to?

"No, I'm already an adult, I'm 23 years old."

"23?"

The officer looked at her ID card and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Okay,” the officer said, returning the ID card.

"Tell me, why are you fighting?"

"Because she played Eagle Eye without using her skill to check bushes, she screwed me over," Ya Feng said.

"Nonsense! It was your own recklessness that led to my downfall!" Zhixia shouted.

"Those in the lower ranks shouldn't call out."

"I'm only 500 points lower than you!"

"Alright, alright." The officer slammed his hand on the table.

"So what's your relationship? Are you a couple?"

"We're not a couple! We're..."

"She is my mother."

"Yeah, we're mother and son...bullshit! Who's your mother!" Zhixia shouted at him, embarrassed and angry, then said to the police officer:

"We have absolutely no relationship! It's just that this guy is so annoying that I couldn't help but teach him a lesson!"

"In the end, it backfired and caused me a lot of trouble," Ya Feng said.

"If I could do it again, I'd definitely beat you to a pulp!" Zhixia shouted.

"In a dream?"

"you..."

"Alright, alright, how about we turn the detention center into a ring and let you guys have another round?" the officer said speechlessly.

“I’m telling you now, you just engaged in a sorcerer duel on Spindle Street without permission, causing damage to the street and traffic congestion. This violates Article 34 of the Urban Public Security Management Law and Article 15 of the Sorcerer Control Act. Considering that the damage was minor and there were no casualties, you two should pay your fines and leave now.”

...

It was completely dark when Ya Feng and Zhi Xia finally came out of the police station.

"It's been a whole day of chaos..." Ya Feng sighed, looking at the dark sky. He had lost all his temper by now.

At that moment, Zhixia held up her Netcom phone to him, which displayed her contact number.

"what."

"Add me on WeChat, and we'll arrange a time next time," Zhixia said.

“No children allowed,” Ya Feng said.

"Who wants to make a date with you! I can't let this go! Next time, when I'm ready, I'll definitely teach you a lesson!" Zhixia said angrily.

"Also, those unflattering photos you took of me, you have to delete them after you lose to me!"

“You’re being a bit unreasonable. I’m a married man. People will gossip about you if you keep acting like this,” Ya Feng said, shaking his head.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you dare or not!" Zhixia shouted.

Ya Feng sighed, then added her as a friend on Huanwang.

"Don't send me harassing text messages in the middle of the night."

"Who would know how!"