After that, Mother went to the counter to pay for these clothes.
Since they weren’t magic tools or Immortal Remains, these clothes were quite affordable—usually just two or three pieces of Spirit Stone for one.
Only the silver battle suit Mu Yanxin was wearing cost eighteen Spirit Stone, as it was made from a special material that could be used to forge magic tools.
For the Mu family, who usually scrimped and saved—so much so that even demon beast meat and spiritual rice were brought back from their parents’ workplaces—this was already quite a luxury.
According to knowledge retrieved from the Immortal Brain, the material for this battle suit was high-density spiritual fiber; each thread of fiber inside was condensed from spiritual materials into silk, then spun together into a single strand.
Even if attacked by a second-grade spell, it wouldn’t be damaged. Its conduction of spiritual power was top-notch, and if further refined, it would become a magic tool.
Through the Immortal Remains strange eye, with the Star Imprint pupil, Mu Yanxin could see that this suit was made of countless silver-glimmering fibers, each one consisting of many fine threads twisted tightly into a single strand.
Just the technique of refining spiritual materials into threads invisible to the naked eye was already beyond belief, not to mention forcing so many threads into a single, fine fiber that could be woven into clothing.
This technique was truly miraculous—definitely the work of a master craftsman.
At least, in Mu Yanxin’s previous life, only a master craftsman could accomplish such a feat. But it was so much trouble, and the profit was so small, that basically no master would do it—unless to show off their skills or as practice.
Yet, such a work of art—woven from so many spiritual fibers—was actually being sold in a little girls’ clothing store for a mere dozen or so Spirit Stone.
This price was just too cheap, almost like giving it away.
And the most absurd part was that, having gone through so much trouble to weave so many high-density spiritual fibers into such fine clothing, why not strike while the iron was hot and refine it into a magic tool?
Wouldn’t it be a waste to stop halfway?
With these thoughts in mind, Mu Yanxin followed his parents out of the mall, got back into the car, and headed for the bottomless, pitch-black lower city district.
On the way, Mother finally brought up the topic from before: “Child’s father, Xiner’s current name is a boy’s name. Since she’ll be entering a female sect, it might cause her inconvenience. Should we give her a girl’s name?”
“A girl’s name? Of course we should! It’s not hard, either. Back when we were expecting Xiner, we’d discussed names. If it was a boy, Mu Yanxin. If it was a girl, Mu Yanxi. Why not just use the girl’s name we picked back then?” Father said.
“Of course I remember.” Mother nodded.
Cultivators have excellent memories—they can remember things from hundreds of years ago, let alone something from just over a decade past.
She turned to Mu Yanxin and asked, “Xiner, are you satisfied with this name? If not, your father and I can think of another.”
So, before the original owner was born, the parents had already thought of names for both a boy and a girl.
Why hesitate? No matter what, the name would be a girl’s name anyway. Might as well choose this one, since it was similar to the original and easy to get used to.
“I’ll leave it to you and Dad. Mu Yanxi sounds pretty good—let’s use that,” Mu Yanxin said. After all, it was only a temporary name; she’d change it back sooner or later.
“Alright, Xiner—no, from now on, we should call you Xi’er,” Mother said with a smile.