In the morning, Yuzhen City was a completely different sight.
The brilliant lights and revelry from the night before gradually faded with the dawn, but in the lower city, countless towering ancient halls still blocked out the sky, leaving the place dim and sunless.
There were still many cultivators flying along the light path, but compared to yesterday’s showy, “Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea” displays, the cultivators rushing to work in the morning were much more low-key, flying even faster—these were all workers on their way to their jobs.
In this world, such people were called worker-cultivators.
The Mu Yanxin family was riding in a gray flying car as it moved along the light path.
Last night, when Mu Yanxin was checking the Dao Web, he had already looked up information about these streamlined, enclosed flying vehicles.
This kind of magical artifact was called a Sedan Car, a favorite among mid-level worker-cultivators.
It seemed a bit more refined and comfortable than riding a typical artifact for flying, and it was also economical—one could buy a cheap model for just over a hundred thousand spirit stone.
Of course, there were high-end versions too, costing millions or even tens of millions of spirit stone.
The Sedan Car the family was sitting in now was in the forty-thousand spirit stone range.
Naturally, the Mu family was reluctant to spend that much just on a vehicle; this particular Sedan Car had been picked up as a wreck and repaired by the elder sister whom Mu Yanxin had yet to meet.
“If it weren’t for Chen’er, we wouldn’t have a car to go out in. Otherwise, we’d have to spend spirit stone to take a shared artifact or a Didi Immortal Car. Any bit of savings counts.”
Father said with a smile. At the mention of this daughter, his eyes were full of pride and joy.
Seeing her husband praise their daughter so much in front of their son, Mother smiled and said, “Xin’er isn’t bad either. He fixed the puppet that drives the car, and usually helps me with a lot of chores around the house.”
At this moment, Father was in the front passenger seat, while Mu Yanxin and Mother sat in the back. In the driver’s seat, piloting the artifact, was an automaton with the head of a wolf and the body of a man.
Mu Yanxin tapped his terminal ring, searching the Dao Web. It was a Sirius Star 4s Combat Puppet produced by Gongxuge, adept at close combat and blade fighting.
At full power, it had the strength of a mid-stage foundation establishment cultivator, and in theory, its materials could withstand attacks from late-stage foundation establishment.
Of course, this wasn’t a purchased item either. The original owner had found it in a junkyard and repaired it. Unfortunately, all the puppet’s matching weapons had been destroyed.
Though it could now move, it was only fit for driving and cleaning—no longer suitable for combat.
The original owner’s repair skills had been learned from his elder sister. But to say he simply learned from her wasn’t exactly right.
Both the original owner and his sister had loved going to junkyards since they were young, picking up broken magical artifacts and puppets, then looking up blueprints and tutorials on the Dao Web to figure out their mechanisms and structure.
Among them, Mu Chen’s talent and intelligence were higher. She first discovered more repair techniques and taught them to her younger brother, but in the end, it was the two siblings exchanging and researching together.
Throughout the conversation, Mu Yanxin remained quietly silent, only replying when his parents spoke to him, afraid that saying too much would reveal mistakes.
His parents thought he was just nervous about the upcoming surgery, so he wasn’t talking.
Father even reassured him, “Don’t worry, we’re going to Yangxin Hall’s hospital this time. Their skills are top-notch, and the artifacts advanced—the surgery will definitely go smoothly.”
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The Sedan Car flew into the upper city, and they finally saw sunlight. It eventually stopped at a large platform where several white buildings stood, surrounded by lush green grass.
Though there were still taller pavilions nearby, they no longer blocked the sun. The environment here was excellent.
This was the Yangxin Hall Hospital. The white jade gates bustled with traffic as countless cultivators went in and out, many driving impressive magical artifacts. It looked like business was booming.
This puzzled Mu Yanxin. His understanding of medicine was limited to Medical Halls and Jianghu Langzhong.
By his reasoning, cultivators didn’t need much medicine—one spell could heal them. Why was business so good here?
Additionally, last night Mu Yanxin had looked up information on Yangxin High Sect. It was a top-tier Heavenly-level sect, ranked among the most sought-after.
The entry score was over eight hundred—only geniuses could get in. Their main disciplines were medicine and alchemy.
The Sedan Car stopped at a platform designated for artifacts. Father waved his hand and stored the Sedan Car, along with the puppet, into his Storage Ring.
Father not only had a terminal ring but also this high-capacity storage artifact, meant for storing large quantities of goods. It too had been salvaged and repaired by the original owner and his sister, then given as a gift to their father.
The family of three followed the crowd into Yangxin Hall Hospital. At the entrance, Mu Yanxin saw the Yangxin Hall symbol again: a Pill Bottle surrounded by spiritual herb and spiritual medicine.
Inside the hospital were several tall buildings—the operating building, examination building, inpatient building, emergency building, and so on.
The three of them still had to go to the outpatient department to queue for registration. Looking at the long lines of cultivators in the lobby, Mu Yanxin frowned. How long would they have to wait?
At this moment, Father walked to the front desk and handed a waist token to a young woman in a white short skirt, smiling with respect. “I’m also an employee at Yangxin Hall Farm. May I use the staff entrance?”
The young woman in white frowned, glanced at the waist token, and scanned it with an unfamiliar artifact. The device lit up with a green glow.
She handed the token back to Father and said, “Go to the fourth staff passage.”
“Thank you.” Father grinned, taking the waist token with both hands, and beckoned for Mu Yanxin and Mother to follow.
But as they passed the front desk, they heard the young woman mutter under her breath, “Just another stinking farmer, and he’s actually considered Yangxin Hall staff?”
The words were harsh, making Mu Yanxin’s brow tighten.
In Magnificent Truth Sect, whether one was a true disciple like him, an inner disciple, an outer disciple, or even a servant disciple, everyone addressed each other as senior or junior brother.
Even those older disciples who might never reach foundation establishment in their lives were still respectfully called elder.
Father and the other elders had always instructed: our Magnificent Truth Sect is a righteous sect, the leader of the right path.
No matter if one is inner or outer sect, all are one family—any form of status discrimination is strictly forbidden. If you see a lower-level disciple in danger, you must help.
After all, without the hard work of the outer and servant disciples, where would the inner and core disciples get their spirit stone and pills for cultivation?
There were plenty of disciples in the outer sect who managed the spirit fields and tended to spiritual medicine and spiritual herb.
Mu Yanxin had never seen anyone look down on them for their work—in fact, growing spiritual medicine and spiritual herb was considered a technical skill.
This young woman in white was just an ordinary staff member at Yangxin Hall Hospital, at foundation establishment at best.
If she really had such a high status, would she be manning the gate, welcoming guests? What right did she have to look down on someone else working for Yangxin Hall?
But Father paid it no mind at all.
He obviously heard it, yet smiled and walked deep into the medical building, out of earshot of the young woman before he chuckled, “This waist token really works. The supervisor didn’t lie. Looks like the surgery will get us the staff discount too—wonderful!”