“Eh? Mu Yanxin was startled. Had he just exposed his identity so easily? Or was it that the Qing’er before him had simply learned to read people too well as a shop assistant, able to see through him at a glance?
Seeing Mu Yanxin’s bewildered expression, Qing’er laughed. “At this time of day, dressed in ill-fitting men’s clothing—isn’t that what someone who just had surgery to join the women’s sect would do?”
“There are only a handful of women’s sects, and you’re so eager to ask about Spiritual Moon High Sect. What else could you be, besides a newly admitted junior sister of Spiritual Moon High Sect?”
Upon hearing himself called ‘junior sister’, Mu Yanxin’s face was covered in dark lines. In the past, the young disciples of Huazhen Sect had always called him ‘senior brother’.
Now, this ‘junior sister’ title just sounded all sorts of wrong, but he couldn’t even refute it.
Watching Mu Yanxin fidget, Qing’er broke into a cheerful smile.
“Alright, don’t get so worked up. Once you get to Spiritual Moon High Sect, you’ll get used to it soon enough. There are lots of fun things there, you know.”
“Fun things? What’s that supposed to mean?” Mu Yanxin asked, thoroughly confused. The process of cultivating immortality was supposed to be extremely dull and tedious—how could ‘fun’ be the right word?
“I’m not going to spoil it for you in advance. You’ll know when you get there.” Qing’er said, “Let me test your Star-Imprint Eye first, though. I still have to greet other customers.”
As she spoke, a small fireball appeared on her fingertip.
This was the most basic spell for a cultivator—the Fireball Technique. It could condense a superheated fireball and launch it; theoretically, everyone knew how to use it.
Yet Mu Yanxin noticed that Qing’er’s Fireball Technique was vastly different from the one he knew: she poured more spiritual energy into it, invested more divine sense, and the flames danced ceaselessly at her fingertip.
Even the basic structure was very different from the Fireball Technique he’d learned in his previous life. Still, after witnessing so much, Mu Yanxin had mostly accepted reality—this world, compared to his previous one, was far more advanced, with an immense improvement in cultivation.
Be it the strength of cultivators in the same realm, the power of spells, or the quality of artifacts and treasures—everything here was much stronger than in his original world.
The ability of the Star-Imprint Eye had also started to reveal itself: it could see through the structure of a spell, analyze it, and, once fully understood, a faint light would glow in the star within the pupil.
However, even analyzing such a basic Fireball Technique took three seconds. No wonder Qing’er said it wasn’t very useful; for cultivators, a single second could mean a world of difference in a fight.
If it took three seconds just to analyze the most basic spell, the Star-Imprint Eye really did lack practical value—unless its owner already understood the spell in question.
“Here, junior sister, give it a try.” Qing’er held the fireball up to Mu Yanxin’s left eye. The star in the pupil lit up, and the fireball was instantly sucked into the pupil, sealed away by the star.
Mu Yanxin could clearly sense that there was now a spell stored in his left eye. With a single thought, he could unleash it, using it as his own spell to attack an enemy.
This ability to store someone else’s spell and release it at will was something Mu Yanxin had never even heard of—truly unbelievable.
Even though Qing’er didn’t think much of the Star-Imprint Eye, Mu Yanxin found it miraculous.
“Go on, try attacking me with the Fireball Technique. Don’t worry, I’m prepared.” Qing’er smiled.
Mu Yanxin looked at Qing’er, his left eye glowing with firelight. With just a thought, a fireball shot out at Qing’er at astonishing speed.
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