This women’s clothing store naturally had a full range of styles.
Most of the women’s clothes were dresses—maid outfits, uniform skirts, and all kinds of little skirts.
To Mu Yanxin, it all seemed like a blatant attempt at shamelessly showing off the body; there was absolutely no way she would ever wear that kind of clothing.
There were also some outfits she couldn’t even name.
Most of those were silver or black skintight suits, featuring a few mechanical structures.
She had seen quite a few female cultivators on the street wearing that style, which really matched the overall vibe of the city.
Clothes from the previous era, such as palace attire, Hanfu, and the Celestial Garments, were concentrated in the ancient style section.
Mu Yanxin couldn’t help but let out a wry smile as she looked them over.
The clothes that female cultivators wore as everyday wear in her previous life had all become “ancient style” here.
However, judging by how many female cultivators in the city actually wore them, the ancient style seemed pretty popular.
“Feel free to browse, dear customers. All the clothes here are of the finest quality—even clothes of artifact-level quality are available in our shop,” a beautiful woman came over and greeted them.
“Xin’er, what kind of clothes do you like? Pick out a few,” her mother said with a smile.
There was an unsettling hint of excitement in her eyes as she looked at Mu Yanxin, making Mu Yanxin’s skin crawl.
She had no idea what her mother was planning.
If she had to say what kind of clothes she liked, Mu Yanxin would first say she didn’t like the kind of outfits that exposed too much skin on the street.
They just felt utterly shameless to her.
Secondly, she didn’t like wearing skirts, either.
Her original plan was to buy a few simple palace outfits or Celestial Garments, preferably white ones, and just treat them as long robes.
But the clothing in this world tended to be quite brightly colored, and the workmanship was exceptional.
Palace outfits and Celestial Garments were covered in all sorts of intricate embroidered patterns, which made Mu Yanxin feel that none of the ones she looked at were quite right.
So she skipped over all those little skirts and set her sights on the casual and sportswear sections, as well as those futuristic-looking silvery skintight suits.
At least those had pants.
“Xin’er, do you like sportswear and casual clothes? Makes sense—one’s good for wearing at home, the other’s good for going out. Miss, bring those over here so we can take a look,” her mother said.
Wait, I never said I wanted those, Mu Yanxin thought, but before she could say a word, her mother had already decided.
She took the casual and sportswear from the attendant and pulled Mu Yanxin straight toward the changing room.
“Wait! Mom, are you going to watch me change?”
This time, Mu Yanxin genuinely resisted, but it was no use at all.
Her mother, a powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator, easily lifted her into the changing room, leaving her no room to fight back.
“Of course not. I’m here to help you change. Don’t be shy. I used to help you all the time when you were little—heck, I even helped you bathe. Now that you’re a girl, you’re embarrassed?” her mother said, not hesitating at all as she started undressing her.
“The past is the past, now is now… Wait, Mom, don’t!”
Mu Yanxin let out an adorable cry of distress, but her mother’s overwhelming strength made undressing her a breeze.
After being stripped by her strictest mother, Mu Yanxin had no choice but to cover her body and tremble, watching as her mother picked out clothes she liked and handed them over.
At this point, Mu Yanxin had no say left.
No matter how much she disliked these clothes, they were still better than being naked, so she could only obediently put them on.
These casual clothes and sportswear were indeed comfortable.
The fabric was something Mu Yanxin had never seen in her previous life; it felt soft and pleasant against her skin, and didn’t restrict movement at all.
But why did all the women’s clothes have short sleeves and hot pants?
With her slender jade arms and pale legs exposed to the air, Mu Yanxin felt unbearably awkward, as if ants were crawling all over her.