Chapter Nineteen: The World of Magic

Wu Ming was leaning against the wall at the entrance of the mage teleportation array in the magical world, walking slowly to ease the churning in his stomach, struggling to overcome the intense dizziness brought on by the backward teleportation technology of this world.

“A world-class teleportation array still can’t compare to the ones used by ordinary cultivator sects back home. The dizziness is just too much! Not to mention the epic-level Gates of Time and Space of our One Qi Dao Sect—this place is really quite backward!” Music seemed especially averse to this dizzy feeling. Usually bursting with energy, even she sounded a little weak as she spoke.

“Cough, cough, ugh—” Director Tyrannosaurus was vomiting uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his face, unable to straighten his back, even retching up bile. Monk Luokong was patting his back, his expression a silent testament to the phrase, “If I don’t enter hell, who will?”

“Can’t even handle a bit of dizziness—your constitution is worse than ours! Hahaha, this is killing me.” Peter looked on with open contempt, bursting into laughter when he saw Director Tyrannosaurus topple headlong into the water pool by the teleportation array. These people had an outrageously strong reaction to the dizziness; he thought that if he ever had to fight them, using any kind of stun spell would be a guaranteed victory.

“Amitabha, Benefactor Peter. Every person has their own strengths and weaknesses—please do not build your joy upon the suffering of others…”

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop laughing, you nagging bald donkey,” Peter replied impatiently.

“But you really do lack exercise! Haven’t you noticed? Those with good physical fitness never get dizzy from teleportation.” For once, Senior Sister Lingmei didn’t strike a seductive pose to tempt others; instead, she flexed her arm to show off her muscles, making a strongman gesture.

“How about I call a carriage for you? I’m a native of this magical world—I know my way around!” Peter’s attitude suddenly shifted from unfriendly to enthusiastic.

“Such sudden kindness—what are you up to? Sorry, old man, we’re not interested in you!” Music, having quickly recovered thanks to her good constitution, bit her lips, wagged her finger in refusal, and her energetic self returned.

“Think whatever you like!” Peter turned and went to hail a carriage.

Before long, a massive carriage lacquered red with gilded edges rolled up to the group. Driving the carriage was an elegantly dressed, golden-haired butler, whose demeanor was both stately and impeccably proper.

The butler brought the carriage to a halt before them, then alighted with exaggerated precision—every step exactly the same length, neither too short nor too long. Standing before the group, he placed a gloved hand over his chest and bowed deeply, the pristine white gloves gleaming in the sunlight.

Clearing his throat, the butler spoke in a clear, resonant voice, “I am Hualaim, the loyal steward of Peter, Royal Archmage. I am here to welcome you, honored guests from the mysterious East. Please, board the carriage.”

Hualaim returned to the carriage, opened the door, and respectfully ushered Wu Ming and the others inside before closing the door and driving smoothly away.

From a corner of the teleportation array, a bearded man emerged, glaring furiously at the receding carriage. “That wicked archmage has brought in more helpers—what now? I must warn the others so they can prepare!”

Wu Ming and his companions boarded the carriage, at first thinking little of it. But once inside, they realized the exquisite carvings on the exterior were nothing compared to what awaited within. The interior had been expanded by spatial magic into a stable, vast chamber—a living space so large it must drain enormous quantities of magic crystals every moment in this world. Inside, they found a panorama of blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, and clear waters, with several comfortable sofas arranged on a sandy shore.

Peter sat on one of the sofas, sipping afternoon tea. When he saw Wu Ming and the others enter, he hurried to greet them. “My dear friends, welcome to my domain! Let us witness the splendor of our magical world together. Before heading to the next teleportation array, I’ll show you a few of our world’s greatest wonders—I’m sure you’ll be interested!”