What kind of girl would travel to another world?

Smoke rose from the forest as someone was cooking. This was a makeshift campsite, with a few tents, a campfire, and a circle of people. The taller and more muscular of the group had already eaten and drunk their fill; he was clearly the leader. He whispered something into the ear of another person beside him. The person immediately left the campfire and walked toward a distant area where the prison cages and carriages were placed. He called out in a gruff voice, "Red Rat!" As he approached the cages, he lowered his voice slightly and instructed the man called "Red Rat," "Take the tall guy out of the cage alone. The boss wants to take him into the woods." He left after giving his instructions.

This was a group of human traffickers, six in total, who were clearly using code names to address each other. The trafficker, known as "Red Rat," obediently went to the cage truck, opened the cage, and pulled the tallest girl over, untying the ropes on her hands. The girl being pulled was Wei Qingping! After untying her hands, Red Rat roughly pulled her out of the cage.

The force of the pull was so strong that Wei Qingping fell off the car as soon as she got out of the cage. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she fell to her knees. When the human trafficker Hong Shu saw her fall, he went over to pull her up. As soon as he touched her clothes, she suddenly disappeared!

When the trafficker Red Rat saw the people suddenly disappear, he shouted, "They ran away! One of them ran away!"

Soon, the traffickers in the forest began searching, shouting and screaming. Wei Qingping, hiding, dared not utter a single sound. The traffickers' search area gradually widened, and Wei Qingping's hiding place was no longer safe. She was filled with extreme fear and panic, thinking, "What should I do next? Calm down! What should I do? What should I do?" Her mind was in a state of chaos, unable to think straight. She knew that if she was caught again, she would surely die.

It was the sixth day since Qi Xinyang had embarked on her journey. She was sitting by a newly lit campfire, picking up her crystal dagger and waving it in the air. One could tell from her face that she was very satisfied.

Little Foot took a look at the hilt and spat out the water he had been drinking. He said, "Isn't this the 'blood cocoon silk' left over from the 'blood fairy'? It's such a waste to use it to wrap around the hilt. This is the highest-grade healing material!" He was very surprised, because before, the hilt was just a wooden handle wrapped in a layer of copper with a ruby ​​inlaid in the middle. There was nothing else.

Qi Xinyang said impatiently: "Why bother about that? As long as it feels good, it's fine."

When monsters in the dungeon are destroyed, their bodies will quickly dissipate, but sometimes some rare materials will remain. Higher-level monsters have a higher chance of leaving behind even rarer materials.

Qi Xinyang asked, "Have you fed my 'Benlei'?" She thought feeding the horse was too troublesome, so she left all such tedious tasks to Xiaojiao.

Xiaojiao replied, "I have fed it. Big sister, the name 'Benlei' sounds loud, but there is no need to name a horse that way." Although there is no such practice in the other world, Xiaojiao did not know that there was such a practice in Qi Xinyang's original world.

Qi Xinyang said, "It's good to have a name that's loud and powerful!" Then he said, "Change your name. Don't call yourself 'Bound Feet' anymore."

Little Foot said helplessly, "'Little Foot' isn't my name either. I've already told you my name."

Qi Xinyang said, "Oh, your name is too long, I can't remember it!" Then she thought for a moment and said, "I'll change it to something more domineering, 'Giant Foot'! Hmm. No, no!" After she thought for a moment, she said, "I got it, 'Heavenly Cruel Foot'! Listen, how domineering it is!"

Xiaojiao said in confusion: "What? What does this 'Crippled Foot' mean? Does it mean that my foot is disabled? But I can walk just fine. If you don't believe me, I'll take a few steps and show you." Xiaojiao certainly didn't know what "Crippled Foot" meant in Qi Xinyang's original world.

Qi Xinyang became interested and said, "Don't worry about what it means. Just bring your cloak over and I'll embroider these three words on it for you."

Little Foot begged, "No, Big Sister. This is so weird. Spare me... Big Sister."

Qi Xinyang was a little anxious and said, "Give it to me! Hurry up!" After she said that, she stood up and was about to grab it.

Xiaojiao suddenly thought of something and said quickly, "Wait, Big Sister. Don't you know how to read?"

Qi Xinyang was stunned and thought, "Yes, I can't write the words from my original world, and others won't be able to understand them." After thinking about it, she gave up and her little feet escaped the disaster.

Little Foot said, "Big Sister. You might as well give your sword a name instead of giving me one."

Qi Xinyang said: "I'm thinking, but I don't see anyone suitable."

Seeing the blood cocoon silk on the crystal dagger again, Xiaojiao suddenly asked curiously, "Big Sister, do you remember how you defeated the 'Blood Fairy'?"

Qi Xinyang saw an opportunity to tell a story, another chance to showcase her eloquence. She said, "Back then, I was seriously injured playing 'Snow Doll,' and rested for many days until I recovered..." She then gestured, exaggerated her descriptions, and used extensive body language to bring the story to life.

That was Qi Xinyang's twenty-third day in the other world, and her last dungeon raid. She'd ridden her "Thunderbolt" during the day, bounding off with her little feet, to conquer the final dungeon in the Huxia Forest, the entrance to which lay at the "Weeping Blood Pit."

She first went to the approximate location the guild had mentioned and explored the area as usual. After climbing the tallest tree, she observed her surroundings. After finding the exact location of the "Weeping Blood Pit," she prayed to the wind again. Then, using the rope she had prepared, she slid down into the pit alone. She had a bad feeling the moment she landed. Although it was daytime, only the entrance was lit, and the road ahead was completely dark. Although she was no longer the same person she used to be, she still felt a lingering fear of such an environment, feeling that the completely dark place would collapse at any moment. She lit the torch she had prepared and explored cautiously. She chose to go alone, mainly so that she could escape the dungeon immediately if she was unable to cope. If she wore bound feet, her escape would be slowed down.

As she advanced through the pit, a flock of bats flew out of the cavern. The deeper she went, the more normal animals vanished. This was the true state of the dungeon, for only "monsters" lay ahead. The most obvious change upon entering the dungeon was the overwhelming, overwhelming magical energy. This was where magical energy converged, giving rise to a vast number of monsters.

This dungeon was a cavernous type, and upon entering, she noticed a faint glow all over the walls. She wondered how much magical energy must have accumulated to allow such a luminous glow in such a rudimentary place. Torches were no longer necessary, so she simply extinguished them. Not long into the dungeon, she saw a monster resembling a giant moth, about the size of a palm, unlike anything she had seen in other dungeons. She had expected to encounter some common, low-level monsters first, but unexpectedly, she saw a low-level monster unique to this dungeon. According to her experience, a dungeon's unique monsters were always related to the final monster's form. Since the unique low-level monsters resembled moths, it was certain that the other unique monsters and the final monster in the dungeon would also resemble moths. Whenever she saw a unique monster, she would first use the Identify method. After using the identification function, she saw, "Race: Monster, Name: Mist Moth, Identification: Low-level Monster, Skill: Mist Magic." After reading it, she was puzzled, "Mist magic, is it a spell that uses fog?" Later, when she was talking with Yang Mingyi, she learned that fog magic was a derivative of water magic.

The Identify spell has a mechanic. Whether using it at the proficiency or mastery level, the information obtained from using it on a monster is very limited. When identifying a monster, other skills are not displayed, only the magic categories the monster knows, and the proficiency level of each magic is not displayed. Furthermore, only when a monster knows both fog and water magic will both be displayed during identification. Since the Mist Moth only knows fog magic, Qi Xinyang only identified fog magic, not water magic. This is why most adventurers dislike going into dungeons: the information provided is too limited, the risks are too great, and one could easily be wiped out.

She thought for a moment. "Since it's called a Mist Moth, it probably just spews mist. That's not a big deal. If it's spitting poisonous mist, it should be called 'Poison Mist Moth' (a name she guessed). And since I've never encountered a poisonous monster in the dungeon, I shouldn't be so unlucky." After a moment's hesitation, she decided to just go for it and shoot one, then quickly retreated to observe. The other Mist Moths then cast their spells, filling the cave with a thick fog that reduced visibility. She stretched out her hand, but could barely see it. She thought to herself, "So this is fog magic! It's still working from such a distance! It's truly amazing! I don't feel any harm from this fog. I guess I was right. I just don't know what this spell is called." Later, in a conversation with Yang Mingyi, she learned it was called "Mist Magic."

Just now, she saw three moths casting spells simultaneously, and she prepared to fire three arrows at once, piercing all three. She had already practiced this technique while conquering other dungeons. "Three arrows at once" was the simplest of her techniques; the harder part was aiming at three moving targets simultaneously. In the dense fog, she first detected the fluttering of the moths' wings through her hearing. From the constant shifting of the sounds, she deduced that the three moths were flitting through the fog, searching for her, seemingly intent on a close-range attack.

She slowly nocked three arrows onto her bowstring and closed her eyes, concentrating on her hearing to determine the direction of the sound until all three moths stopped moving simultaneously. Then, she fired all three arrows simultaneously, dispatching the three moths instantly. The thick fog within the cave gradually dissipated. She approached closer, but the moth carcasses had vanished, and no materials were found on the ground. She reasoned that since she had accepted a quest to clear the entire dungeon, she didn't need to bring back materials to prove her monster-clearing abilities. She didn't need to constantly clear monsters just to obtain them; she only needed to obtain the mysterious item the final monster would drop. With this in mind, she recovered her arrows and headed deeper into the dungeon. This was her favorite way to fight in the dungeon: gather information, make bold deductions, strike directly at the vital points, and pass unscathed. Whenever she encountered the inevitable mist-spitting moths again, she would employ the same method to defeat them.

After passing through the area of ​​low-level monsters, she arrived at the location of mid-level monsters. Here, she encountered another unique mid-level monster, a large moth as big as a pig's head. She suddenly had a bad feeling. Why were there no common monsters along the way? This was very similar to another dungeon she had visited before, the "Burning Caverns" where the "Poisonous Fire Spider" was located. She used the identification again and saw "Species: Monster, Name: Petrified Moth, Identification: Mid-level Monster, Skill: Rock Magic."

At this moment, she wondered, "Could this fog magic be related to water magic? Could this rock magic be related to earth magic?" Suspicious, she began to grow cautious. She pondered, "Does the petrification moth's 'petrification' petrify its target, or itself? Petrifying itself strengthens defenses, making it impossible for an arrow to penetrate. Petrifying the opponent makes being hit by a spell a bit more dangerous. But rock magic isn't the curse magic I've encountered before. It can't just lock onto a target. I could probably dodge it if I ran fast enough. But if so many moths cast a spell on me at once, it would be terrifying."

Unable to determine the specific spells the petrified moths were using, she decided to use a trick to avoid being besieged by unknown spells. She picked up a small, thumb-sized stone from the ground and, to avoid the monsters noticing its direction, hurled it almost flat against the ground. With a loud "crack," the stone struck the distant cave wall.

The last time we spoke of Wei Qingping, she was hiding from traffickers in the mountains. In dire situations, she managed to evade the traffickers by employing her "earth escape technique." This technique allowed her to repeatedly evade their search. After completely escaping the traffickers, her first thought was Miosimo. Remembering that he had asked about the cult's ritual location, she immediately bolted in that direction. Luckily, her sense of direction was already excellent, further honed by her search for fruit trees in the mountains, so she couldn't stray from the right direction. Her relentless running, resulting in her falling asleep when exhausted and then rising to continue running, shaved days off her original arrival time. After several days, she finally reached the cult's ritual location, where their dagger lay. But she was so exhausted and hungry that she fainted again.

The next morning, when she opened her eyes, she saw the bonfire in a daze. It turned out that Miosimo had come here.

Miosimo saw that she had woken up and asked, "What happened? Why did you suddenly become so embarrassed?"

Wei Qingping wanted to cry, but suddenly she remembered something more important. She hurriedly told Miosimo everything about the trade between the traffickers and the cultists, how she had been captured, and how she had escaped. Only after she finished did she realize there were two other elves further away from the campfire.