Chapter 24: Character Creation

Originally, Mu Yanxin had planned to choose an appearance that looked entirely male.

But when he heard what the female cultivator said, he realized that if the Spiritual Moon High Sect was a sect for women, entering in a completely male form would indeed be too conspicuous.

He’d already decided that his path would be a low-profile one; until he found a way to return to his original world, he should avoid drawing attention, so as not to reveal his identity as someone from another world.

Moreover, the fourth option, an ordinary girl’s look, didn’t match his own aesthetic tastes either.

In Mu Yanxin’s world, it was believed that “the body, hair, and skin are received from the parents; to harm them is unfilial.”

Everyone kept their hair long and tied it up, but in this world, many men cut their hair short—even some female cultivators had short hair.

So he immediately ruled out the fourth option, the short-haired tomboy.

Next, he dismissed the muscular woman—there was nothing immortal or graceful about her, and she was completely outside his aesthetic preference. Mu Yanxin absolutely did not want to become like that, so she was ruled out as well.

The next was the tomboy, but for the same reason—the short hair—Mu Yanxin rejected that one too. In the end, only the androgynous female noble scion remained, which best suited Mu Yanxin’s aesthetics.

“I’ll choose this one.” Mu Yanxin pointed at the female noble scion and said. His parents both nodded, agreeing that this was an acceptable choice.

The female cultivator added, “You have a good eye. Many men who opt for gender transformation surgery prefer this kind of classical style. Do you have any details you’d like to adjust?”

“Hmm, the chest is too big—can you make it smaller?” “If it’s too small, it won’t suit the clothes. Better to keep it moderate.” “Can the legs be a bit longer?” “Can you make the space between the brows more like mine?”

His parents offered suggestions one after another.

With their input, the original template was gradually modified, becoming more beautiful and even bearing a trace of his mother’s features, no longer as neutral and with a slightly softer look.

With each modification, a new projection of the image would appear next to them, allowing them to compare the differences and advantages of each version. If they were dissatisfied, they could revert or continue to fine-tune.

Mu Yanxin himself had a few ideas, but seeing his parents so passionately involved, he found he couldn’t get a word in and ended up remaining silent. In any case, whatever he became would only be temporary.

When his parents were more or less satisfied and made no further requests, the female cultivator made a final confirmation, “Are there any more modifications you’d like?”

“That’s all, I think. By the way, you seem experienced—do you have any advice? For example, what changes do most people choose when they get surgery?” his mother asked.

The female cultivator hesitated, but replied, “If you’re going to Spiritual Moon High Sect, having a pleasing appearance is the bare minimum. Many high-level cultivators like white hair, so I personally suggest changing it to white or silver.”

As she spoke, she tapped a few times on the crystalline tablet, and a new projection appeared. The carefully crafted female image was duplicated, this time with the hair replaced by a snow-white color.

Mu Yanxin was about to complain about having to dye his hair white, but when he saw this white-haired image, he was speechless.

This image was indeed stunning. Just a change in hair color completely altered the temperament. The already-beautiful face, paired with long white hair, now radiated an aura of coldness and solitude.

This temperament resonated with Mu Yanxin’s current state of mind. Alone, transported to a completely unfamiliar world, everything here was different from the world he once knew.

He had no idea how to return and felt no sense of belonging to his surroundings—only a powerful loneliness, the solitude of being a stranger in a strange land.

So he truly resonated with the image of this white-haired maiden—not just because she was beautiful, but because she felt like a reflection of himself.

Seeing Mu Yanxin’s reaction, the female cultivator smiled and said, “It seems this young master is quite satisfied with this image.”

Noticing Mu Yanxin’s approval, his parents made no further adjustments. In the end, this white-haired, androgynous girl would be Mu Yanxin’s chosen post-surgery appearance, and the female cultivator recorded it in the crystalline tablet.

The female cultivator then gave the standard explanation, “Our clinic’s medical skills can indeed fix your appearance to this form after surgery, but there are a few points you should be aware of in advance.”

“Your external appearance is not permanent; it will still change as your cultivation level rises or if affected by cultivation techniques. Your genes and soul’s condition will also influence your looks, so changes later on are normal and not our clinic’s responsibility.”

“Of course, if you’re dissatisfied, our clinic offers cosmetic surgery. If you request it within three years after the operation, you’ll get a twenty percent discount. After that, normal prices apply—thank you for understanding.”

Not long after the female cultivator finished explaining the precautions, the client who’d been undergoing surgery inside finally emerged.

His forehead was wrapped with a layer of gauze, and Mu Yanxin could clearly sense with his divine sense that some of the spiritual energy in the man’s forehead didn’t entirely match his own.

The female cultivator accompanying him said, “You can remove the bandage tonight. The newly transplanted third heavenly eye may feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but after a few days you should get used to it. If you feel unwell, please return to our clinic.”

The cultivator who’d just had the third heavenly eye transplant left in high spirits. The female cultivator turned to the three still waiting and asked, “Who is the next surgery patient? Please come with me.”

Mu Yanxin nervously stood up and silently followed her into the operating room. The iron door that blocked out divine sense slowly closed behind him.

Inside, there was an operating bed that raised the upper body, with a single cultivation and two other female cultivators standing nearby. On a side table, various intimidating instruments were laid out.

After beckoning Mu Yanxin to sit and lie down on the operating bed, the female cultivator deftly picked up a syringe and injected it into his neck. Instantly, he felt a liquid flow in and his consciousness began to blur.

Taken off guard, Mu Yanxin had been wondering how to adjust his mindset and watch how the single cultivation would transform him from a man to a girl through surgery, but he hadn’t expected them to give him no chance—they simply knocked him out.

Mu Yanxin’s consciousness likely faded into darkness, yet he did not lose awareness. Instead, he saw a familiar scene: the cave he had crossed over in.

He watched himself slowly enter the cave and saw an old man slumped against the wall, his life or death uncertain. He reached out, wanting to check the old man’s pulse.

At that moment, a stream of radiant light flashed from the old man, flowing along his arm into his body and surging straight to his brain, immediately followed by a burst of that all-too-familiar splitting headache.

In the midst of the confusion, Mu Yanxin heard a voice: “Lingxiao Palace six thousand flagship model immortal brain, standby mode activated.”