This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

"That's enough! Who do you think you are? Get out of here right now!"

The girl unleashed another powerful kick, leaving Xiao Xingchen dizzy and disoriented. He couldn't tell if it was from the kick or the vortex pulling him down. When he landed again, he was back on the hill surrounded by three rivers.

The little tiger was staring at him with wide eyes, as if asking, "Where have you all gone?"

Meanwhile, on the other side, the girl in coarse cloth was leaning against a large tree with her eyes closed. Just as he came to his senses, her eyes snapped open, a dazzling light flashing within them before vanishing.

Xiao Xingchen can be unreliable at times, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. His recent experience has made him look at this girl he met by chance with new respect.

A mute? That's nonsense. What mute person would have such abilities?

He could see clearly that the dark place concealed endless terror, but for the girl, it seemed as if she strolled in and out at will. This was something no ordinary girl could do.

The girl slowly rose, a broken sword now in her hand. She gestured with her hand, then turned and left.

"Can't you speak again?"

Xiao Xingchen had just muttered something when he was immediately met with a murderous glare from the girl as she turned around.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. The ancients were really strange. Was their muteness intermittent?"

With a loud thud, a broken sword was embedded between his legs.

Xiao Xingchen shuddered and quickly shut her mouth. Even a seemingly quiet fairy could be quite frightening when she got angry.

He quickly reached for the broken sword, which now seemed to have lost all its magic; it came out easily. He casually tossed it into the basket on his back, and then followed the girl away.

He had too many questions. The girl seemed to only be able to speak in that world. He was in a real bind. How could he ask his questions?

We can't rely entirely on handwriting, can we?

"Young lady, I have many questions. Shall we go back and write them down by hand?"

"Young lady, what is your name?"

"How old are you?"

Why did we enter that space? What is that place?

. . .

Xiao Xingchen chattered incessantly the whole way, while the little tiger covered its ears and rolled its eyes, seemingly complaining about having such an idiotic master.

As for the young girl, nothing could move her heart. No matter how much he pressed her for answers, she acted as if she hadn't heard him at all, not even bothering to give him a glance.

"Sigh, life is unpredictable, like intestines wrapped around the small intestine. I don't understand this world anymore. Let it be destroyed, I'm so tired."

I've exhausted myself trying and still haven't received a single reply.

One man, one woman, and one beast.

He had no one to talk to but himself; only those who have experienced it can understand this kind of frustration. He longed to talk to someone.

As soon as they returned to the thatched hut, they saw the girl pointing to the pot, indicating that it was time to cook.

"Alright, just you wait and see."

Cooking was the only normal thing he could think of. The absurd things that had happened had numbed him, and now he desperately needed something normal to bring him back to his senses.

Moreover, since he transmigrated, he has never had the chance to use his skills from his previous life, which makes him feel like a piece of trash. Now that he finally has a chance to show off his talents, why shouldn't he seize the opportunity to perform well?

But he immediately had a headache. This young lady was completely out of touch with reality; her kitchen was full of plants and flowers, and there wasn't a single vegetable in sight, let alone any staple food.

"Miss, is this all you eat every day?"

He came over carrying a bowl of grass leaves.

At this moment, the young lady had already changed out of her coarse cloth clothes and put on a light blue long robe. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and he was immediately stunned.

Seeing Xiao Xingchen enter, the young lady casually picked up a piece of paper from the desk and tossed it over.

"what is this?"

Xiao Xingchen caught the paper and looked at it. It read:

Lips remain silent, mind is clear, intention is unobstructed, and the heart is at peace.

"What does this mean? Just say what you mean, don't beat around the bush, I don't understand."

The girl, who was writing, paused, shook her head with a hint of disappointment, and finally let out a sigh.

The girl then wrote the character "语" (yǔ, meaning language) in the air with her brush, and pushed it forward. The character, which appeared out of thin air, landed on Xiao Xingchen's forehead.

Xiao Xingchen was startled, feeling something new appear in her mind, and then she jumped in fright.

"You're a complete blockhead! I gave you a method of telepathic communication, and you couldn't understand it like an idiot. I really want to beat you to death!"

"Who is speaking?"

Seeing that the girl's lips didn't move, Xiao Xingchen quickly looked around.

"What are you looking at? I'm right in front of you!"

"It's you? But weren't you unable to speak?" Xiao Xingchen couldn't believe it; the girl's words hadn't come out of her mouth, but had instead echoed in his mind.

"You're so stupid! Do you think you have to use your mouth to talk?"

"Speaking without using your mouth? Do you think you can talk with your feet? I'm speechless."

"Get lost, hurry up and cook. We'll have a good talk after we eat."

Xiao Xingchen didn't know how he got out. He felt that either he had gone mad or the world had gone mad. How could someone speak without using their mouth?

He cooked the meal absentmindedly. He had originally wanted to show off his culinary skills, but as soon as the food was served, both the young girl and the white tiger rolled their eyes at him.

"Awooo... Awooo!" The little tiger pounced right past the food and into his arms, taking advantage of his momentary distraction to bite him.

"Let her suck it, it's just a little blood," he thought, his gaze fixed on the unbelievably beautiful girl. A thousand questions swirled in his mind, but she ignored him, and he didn't know how to ask. Dealing with a mute—no, with an absurdly mute—was causing him a bit of a headache and a lot of unease.

I never imagined your cooking was so bad!

Xiao Xingchen's eyes lit up; he had been waiting for the girl to speak to him first.

"Shall we skip eating and chat for a bit?" he asked tentatively.

"I know what you want to ask. You want to know why I saved you, right?" The girl didn't open her mouth, but her voice echoed in his mind, each reverberation causing Xiao Xingchen's ears to ring. It was like a loudspeaker blaring in his ears.

"No, I wanted to ask what your name is?"

"Ok?"

This question was somewhat unexpected for the girl, but she didn't intend to hide it and answered directly.

"Call me Daji,"

With a "pfft," Xiao Xingchen sprayed the food he had just eaten all over the little tiger's face.

"Awooo!" The little tiger angrily scratched itself, but Xiao Xingchen didn't care. She simply flung it away and stood up abruptly.

The little tiger let out a roar and flew out through the gate, followed by a miserable scream.