“Anyway, the teachers will explain all this, but I’ll emphasize it to you in advance. Primordial yin is extremely important for female cultivators.”
“Preserving your primordial yin not only benefits your cultivation, it also makes you more valuable when choosing a dao companion in the future.”
“You used to be a man, so you might not know this. Primordial yin is even more precious than primordial yang,” Shangguan Yun said.
“I never planned on choosing any dao companion,” Mu Yanxi replied with a frown.
Even though she had now become a woman, she had absolutely no intention of forming a dao companion bond with a man. Deep down, she even felt resistant toward male dao companions.
She could only barely accept female cultivators, and what she truly wanted was to walk the same path as Shangguan Yun, becoming an independent cultivator.
In truth, there were many single cultivators without dao companions who devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the Dao.
So for Mu Yanxi, whether she was in a male or female body was not particularly important. As long as she could pursue immortality cultivation, that was enough.
“We can talk about that later. Also, you need to be careful of female cultivators outside the sect. Of course, male cultivators too.”
“Some rogue cultivators in society sweet-talk young female cultivators, offering part-time jobs or training opportunities. In the end, they are tricked into being plucked and supplemented.”
“Some even go missing entirely, kidnapped to be refined into corpses, have their souls extracted, or have their organs sold. Senior sisters disappear like that every year,” Shangguan Yun continued to warn her.
“That really is something to watch out for.” Mu Yanxi nodded. In her previous life, many demonic cultivators forcibly abducted female cultivators for plucking and supplementing.
Afterward, they would extract their souls to refine soul banners, and turn their bodies into corpse puppets. It seemed this world had the same horrors, with the added cruelty of organ trafficking.
Finally, they dried themselves off, got dressed, and left the bathroom.
When they returned to the living room, they saw a black-haired, long-straight girl with a petite figure and an ample chest sitting at the table, tinkering with a peculiar mechanical device that looked like a small golden bird. Parts and tools were scattered across the table. It was Bai Ting.
“Uh, hello, Bai Ting. What are you working on?” Mu Yanxi asked awkwardly. Her star pupils swept over the golden bird in Bai Ting’s hands, and her immortal brain quickly produced an analysis result: Golden Crow hovering mechanical beast, damaged.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m repairing this thing. You two occupied the bathroom for so long and made so much noise that I couldn’t even focus on fixing my mechanical beast,” Bai Ting said, holding a pair of divine artifact tweezers.
Mu Yanxi’s face flushed even redder. Apparently, the bathroom was not soundproof. The noises they made earlier had actually carried into the living room.
It seemed that next time they engaged in double cultivation in the bathroom, they had better set up a barrier spell first.
Shangguan Yun’s expression remained calm as ever. “I’m truly sorry for disturbing you, Bai Ting. May I take a look at your mechanical beast? Perhaps I can help you see how to repair it?”
“Even if you’re the chief of the grade, you’re not a professional artisan cultivator. You wouldn’t understand mechanical beasts. Please don’t disturb me,” Bai Ting replied impatiently while dismantling the golden bird with her tweezers.
“So you’re an artisan cultivator? Then I really was showing off in front of an expert. My apologies,” Shangguan Yun said without irritation, apologizing straightforwardly.
Bai Ting lowered her head and continued fiddling with her golden bird.
A thought stirred in Mu Yanxi’s mind. She had heard at home that her never-before-met elder sister, Mu Chen, was also an artisan cultivator.
Artisan cultivators specialized in mechanical arts, design, and construction.
Also known as craftsman cultivators, they were responsible for the drone marionettes flying throughout Yuzhen City, the towering structures of Xiantai Pavilion, and the massive Immortal Vessel and Garbage Collection Ship.
High-level artisan cultivators held extremely elevated status.
Mu Yanxi stepped closer, examined the Golden Crow mechanical beast, and softly said, “It should be that line number six is broken, the one running from port Jia two to port Bing six.”