While Mu Yanxin was browsing the Dao Web in a trance, using her immortal brain to look through the countless techniques, a gray sedan soared into a resplendent pavilion.
Mu Yanxin was a little puzzled. This isn’t home, is it?
Looking out the car window, it seemed to be a fang market. Inside the pavilion were all kinds of shops, and the corridors were wide—there were even cultivators setting up stalls by the roadside selling things.
Why are we going to a fang market? Mu Yanxin was confused. Was this part of the plan?
“Xin’er, get out of the car. We should buy you some new clothes,” her mother said with a smile, a bit mischievous.
“New clothes?” Mu Yanxin glanced at the clothes on himself—already a bit ill-fitting and stained—and at her slender, delicate body. She hesitantly asked, “Don’t tell me… women’s clothes?”
“That’s right. You’re a girl now, your body’s changed, and your old clothes definitely won’t fit anymore. It’s time to get some new dresses. You can’t go to Spiritual Moon High Sect wearing boys’ clothes, can you?” His mother laughed.
Mu Yanxin’s face turned green. She quickly said, “Well, isn’t it actually fine to wear boys’ clothes? My new female body is already rather androgynous anyway.”
“Hehe, I was just joking. Spiritual Moon High Sect has standardized uniforms. But Xin’er still needs a few sets of girls’ clothes. At least, wearing boys’ clothes like this looks a little odd,” her mother chuckled.
Mu Yanxin couldn’t help but get a headache. With her petite figure and mischievous smile, her mother looked just like a spoiled young girl, not a wife or a matron.
And so, unwillingly, Mu Yanxin was dragged into the fang market by her mother. Her father followed behind, watching with a wry smile.
Neither of the two looked like mother and daughter; rather, they looked like sisters, with the “daughter” being the taller one.
Upon entering the fang market, Mu Yanxin was dazzled by the variety of shops and goods. Last night, gliding over the city on her Niuban had only given her a brief glimpse.
Now, for the first time, she truly saw what the inside of a pavilion fang market in this world looked like.
The inside of the pavilion was labyrinthine, the space expanded many times by powerful restrictions. It was at least a hundred times bigger than it appeared from the outside.
The central atrium allowed one to see the situation on the upper and lower levels directly, all connected by moving staircases, with a layout like a three-dimensional maze.
It was a sea of people as well. The inconspicuous person walking by could be a Nascent Soul expert; the old man at the roadside stall might be a hidden powerhouse of the Divine Transformation stage.
As for Qi Refining or foundation establishment cultivators, they were as common as stray dogs.
In the center of the atrium, a whale swam slowly through the air. Mu Yanxin sensed that this was an eighth-grade demon beast, roughly equivalent to the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
Yet it floated serenely, completely unconcerned by the crowd below, and no one seemed surprised by the presence of such a beast. Mu Yanxin guessed it was kept by the fang market as a guardian.
The surrounding shops left Mu Yanxin stunned. For example, to the left, a shop whose sign seemed to burn with flames, with three different colored fires forming the words: heavenfire pavilion.
Inside the shop, transparent spheres held flames of every hue: snow-white cold flames sprouting from a white lotus, crimson fire that crackled with blood-colored lightning, and black flames that morphed on their own into various weapons.
“Come, come! Take a look at the newest heavenly fire in stock! Golden crow heavenly fire, extracted from the divine beast golden crow! White lotus ice flame, gathered only at the summit of Shengshan!”
“Shadowless pure flame, the nemesis of all things evil! Just a single heavenly fire, and your abilities will soar!” The shopkeeper shouted.
Mu Yanxin gazed at them, nearly drooling. In her past life, she’d heard of the legendary heavenly fire—sought after by all cultivators.
If one could refine even a single flame, their power in battle would be unrivaled, and they would also gain all sorts of magical abilities, like assisting cultivation or increasing alchemy success rates.
Each heavenly fire in the shop radiated a unique aura, all seemingly unimaginably powerful. A few Mu Yanxin recognized by name; in her previous world, they were famous throughout the land.
Such rare and precious heavenly fire—who would have thought they were sold by the piece here, in a variety of types?
Though the prices were high, often in the millions of spirit stone, they were definitely worth the value. In her previous life, there was no market for heavenly fire; no one would ever put one up for sale.
“Xin’er, do you want one? The cheaper ones, like demon beast fire, our family could afford to buy you one,” her mother asked, noticing Mu Yanxin’s envious expression.
Indeed, Mu Yanxin also saw some shelves in the heaven fire pavilion displaying lower-priced flames. They too were colorful and varied, but compared to the signature heavenly fire, their aura was much weaker and lacked the miraculous phenomena.
Demon beast fire was the innate fire of a demon beast, and once extracted, could be refined and used by cultivators.
Naturally, its power couldn’t compare to the heaven-and-earth-born heavenly fire, but it was less rare and precious, serving as a decent substitute when true heavenly fire was unavailable.
Of course, there were exceptions. Take golden crow heavenly fire, for instance; strictly speaking, it’s also demon beast fire.
But as it comes from a divine beast, its power is among the strongest even among heavenly fire, and so it is classified as such.
Mu Yanxin glanced over the demon beast fires. Most were priced at several tens of thousands of spirit stone; the lowest-priced ones could be had for just a few thousand.
That seemed way too cheap—how was this possible?
Even if demon beast fire wasn’t as rare as heavenly fire, it was not easy to obtain. Few demon beasts possessed innate fire abilities, and capturing them alive to extract their fire was no easy feat—it took considerable effort.
In Mu Yanxin’s previous life, demon beast fire would usually only appear at auctions, fetching at least over a hundred thousand spirit stone. Often, they’d only accept barter trades.
After hesitating a while, Mu Yanxin still shook her head. “No need. I don’t need a heavenly fire right now.”
She was only at the Qi Refining stage; there was no rush to cultivate fire techniques. She didn’t know enough about these, and rushing to buy one felt like a good way to get duped or ripped off.
Besides, Mu Yanxin had her own ambitions. She’d been a Nascent Soul cultivator in her previous life—if she were to refine a flame, it had to be a true heavenly fire, or at least a powerful demon beast fire.
Buying a cheap, ordinary demon beast fire would be useless at higher stages—a waste of spirit stone.
After all, now that she knew heavenly fire could be bought at a shop whenever she saved up enough spirit stone, there was no need to owe her parents a favor.
Seeing Mu Yanxin refuse, her mother didn’t push the matter, and her father merely nodded in relief. Even a few thousand spirit stone was a huge expense for a family that had just paid off surgery bills.
After walking only a few steps, Mu Yanxin saw another unique shop—Thousand eyes pavilion. Inside were countless eyeballs preserved in crystal jars, each with a unique pupil.