If I were a parent, I wouldn’t approve of my son looking at this kind of stuff either.
Mu Yanxin decisively shoved the Elegant Gentleman Magazine back into the Privacy Zone and stopped looking at the contents of that section.
Mu Yanxin looked at the other sections. In the Snack Zone, he found many things with strange, colorful packaging, with labels like spicy strips, potato chips, cakes, and so on.
This left him looking completely bewildered. Mu Yanxin could roughly tell that these bizarre items were supposed to be food, but he couldn’t tell what the ingredients were at all.
“Is this edible? What is it made of?” Mu Yanxin asked, holding up a bag of potato chips. He also noticed that whether it was the previous magazine or the text on the snack packaging in his hand, they were all in a language and script he didn’t know, just like the words spoken by the Terminal Ring.
However, he could indeed understand and read it. It was likely due to some residual knowledge left in the brain of the Original Host, allowing him to instinctively recognize the meaning of these characters.
Furthermore, he felt a faint flow of Spiritual Energy on the script of the snack packaging.
In other words, these characters were more like the Runes found on talismans, fixing some minor spells in place, though he couldn’t yet discern the purpose of these spells.
“It is edible, Master. These are Refined Potato Chips, Grade Three produced by Xujin Xuan. They are made from high-quality potato powder ground from Spiritual Potato and toasted with Three Skies True Fire. Consuming them allows one to obtain Spiritual Energy.” the Terminal Ring said.
“What?!” Mu Yanxin was greatly shocked. He naturally knew about the Spiritual Potato.
Like Spiritual Rice and Spiritual Wheat, they were Spiritual Plant crops that the Sect would have Miscellaneous Worker Disciples cultivate on a large scale. Consuming them indeed increased Spiritual Energy.
But he hadn’t expected that this world would actually take potato powder ground from Spiritual Potato, fry it into snacks using True Fire, and sell them as commodities.
One should know that in the Magnificent Truth Sect, there wasn’t even enough Spiritual Wheat or Spiritual Rice to feed their own disciples; usually, only Deacons, Elders, and Guest Officials could consume them.
Mu Yanxin immediately tore open the packaging and took out a potato chip. It did indeed contain a trace of Spiritual Energy.
The Runes on the packaging were destroyed as the wrapper was torn, appearing to have the function of preserving the internal food’s Spiritual Energy from leaking away.
Mu Yanxin sniffed the aroma from the packaging and confirmed it was indeed edible. He took a cautious bite, and a strange fragrance flooded his mouth.
It was a flavor he had never tasted before, a combination of spice, saltiness, and crunch. At the very least, the Spiritual Wheat he had eaten in the past definitely didn’t taste like this.
At the same time, a faint stream of Spiritual Energy surged into his body, flowing into his four limbs, bones, and Meridians, finally transforming into thin Mana that merged into his Elixir Field.
Mu Yanxin seemed to understand how this No Spiritual Root Body had stepped onto the path of cultivation.
Although he couldn’t sense the Spiritual Energy in the air without a Spiritual Root, by consuming Spiritual Wheat, Spiritual Rice, and other such methods to let Spiritual Energy enter the body and turn into Mana, one could naturally cultivate even with a No Spiritual Root Body.
However, based on the amount of Spiritual Energy contained in this one bag of potato chips, trying to reach the 12th Level of Qi Refining with just a pile of snacks would require a massive quantity of them.
He felt that there must be more than this one method; perhaps there were foods containing even more Spiritual Energy, Mu Yanxin speculated.
These potato chips were actually quite tasty. While Mu Yanxin ate, he continued to check the Terminal Ring.
Then, in the Junk District, he saw many damaged Marionettes, Divine Artifacts, and even Divine Treasures.
“Now this is more like it.” Seeing this pile of damaged Marionettes and Divine Artifacts, Mu Yanxin suddenly felt much better.
How could there be so many treasures thrown here with nobody wanting them? As expected, the Original Host’s purpose in coming to this Junkyard was to recycle treasures.
To be honest, with Mu Yanxin’s insight as a Nascent Soul Cultivator, he wouldn’t have spared a second glance at this pile of damaged Divine Artifacts and Divine Treasures in the past.
But he couldn’t resist the fact that there was too much trash here. Tens of thousands of various categories of trash were piled in the giant pit like this; if gathered together, even those Great Experts would have their eyes light up.
Just as he wanted to continue checking the next section, the Terminal Ring suddenly played a piece of music, and a female voice reminded: “Master, your father is calling.”
“A call? Oh, do you mean a communication?” Mu Yanxin was stunned.
First, he hadn’t expected this Storage Magical Artifact on his hand to actually be capable of long-distance communication similar to a Thousand-Mile Transmission.
Second, the parents of this body’s Original Host were still alive, so he had to be well-prepared and couldn’t let his Possession be exposed.
However, before Mu Yanxin could get mentally prepared, the Terminal Ring automatically picked up the call.
Perhaps the Terminal Ring had been previously set to default to answering calls from parents and relatives.
In short, while Mu Yanxin was still completely unprepared, the Terminal Ring emitted several beams of light, projecting a lifelike image of a middle-aged man in front of him.
His face was weathered, his skin slightly dark and covered in wrinkles, and his short hair was a mix of black and white. This made Mu Yanxin frown. How did this look like a Cultivator? He looked more like an old farmer.
As a Cultivator’s cultivation level grows, their appearance also adjusts slightly. Usually, most Cultivators look immortal and elegant, handsome and refined.
Even if they aren’t that handsome, it’s very rare for an appearance like this—one that looked like it resulted from daily hard labor—to appear.
Was the Original Host’s father’s appearance caused by a Cultivation Method, was it intentional, or was he simply not a Cultivator at all?
While Mu Yanxin was still thinking, the middle-aged man spoke: “You brat! Why haven’t you come back yet even though it’s dark? Don’t forget you have to go to the Hospital for surgery tomorrow morning!”
What was a Hospital? And what was surgery? Mu Yanxin was completely bewildered, but his body instinctively replied faster than his brain: “Okay, Dad, I’m coming back now.”
He called him Dad without any pressure, as smooth as silk, as if this body had said it thousands of times.
Even after Mu Yanxin finished shouting it, he didn’t feel any awkwardness, as if it were only natural, and the man before him who looked like an old farmer was indeed the father who had raised him.
“Hurry up, it’s already quite late. I’m worried you’ll run into a Robber Cultivator if it’s too late. The security near our home has been getting worse lately.” the middle-aged man said with a mix of concern and anxiety, and then he hung up.
Back in the Eastern Hua Prefecture, methods of long-distance communication were all done through Thousand-Mile Transmission via Jade Slips.
It was basically impossible to project the other person’s figure face-to-face like this for a real-time conversation, let alone the fact that this was something even a single Storage Magical Artifact of a Qi Refining Cultivator could do.
But Mu Yanxin was already starting to get used to it. He knew this world was very different from his original world; many things exceeded his recognition and understanding. For now, he could only take note of them and study them later.
“Uh, I need to go home first, but… where is home?” Mu Yanxin was suddenly at a loss. His father had hung up the communication immediately; how was he supposed to know where the house was?
Of course, he couldn’t ask directly either, as that would immediately expose the fact that he had performed a Possession on the man’s son.
Mu Yanxin could only ask the Terminal Ring: “Do you know where my home is?”
“Navigation map activated. Master, please look at the map.” The Terminal Ring immediately projected a huge map and highlighted a location deep within countless towering pavilions and vast buildings.