Unexpectedly, the immortal brain was able to list the entire repair process in such detail, even breaking down the dismantling and replacement steps for the damaged areas.
Even Mu Yanxin himself thought it was worth a try.
But when she walked over to the car, she realized she didn’t have any tools. Just then, the immortal brain locked onto two locations—one was the puppet in the driver’s seat, the other was a suitcase in the trunk.
“Sirius Star 4s Combat Puppet, equipped with certain repair functions and attached maintenance tools, can be instructed to perform simple disassembly tasks. There’s an emergency car repair kit in the trunk, which can be used for repairs,” the immortal brain said.
“How do you know that?” Mu Yanxin asked suspiciously with her divine sense.
She could understand the immortal brain knowing the combat puppet had repair functions, but knowing there was a repair kit in her own car’s trunk was unbelievable.
“The repair capabilities of the Sirius Star 4s Combat Puppet can be found on the Dao Web. According to scans, while it has lost combat abilities and weapons, it still retains emergency repair functions.”
“Manuals also come from Dao Web resources, and the tool kit was found through scanning,” the immortal brain replied, not understanding exactly what Mu Yanxin was asking, and simply answered everything at once.
So the immortal brain could connect directly to the Dao Web to search for needed information. Mu Yanxin didn’t understand what scanning was, but it sounded more or less like divine sense.
With a wave of her hand, Mu Yanxin’s mana formed an invisible hand that opened the trunk and pulled out the tool kit.
This was just a low-level spell—every cultivator in her previous life could use it—yet she didn’t notice the subtle change in expression on her parents’ faces behind her.
At the same time, Mu Yanxin took control of the Sirius Star Puppet with her divine sense. This was her first time controlling a puppet in this world.
Although the method was vastly different from the puppet control she was used to, Mu Yanxin had never actually practiced puppet arts before.
But she found that the puppets of this world were surprisingly easy to operate.
As soon as her divine sense touched it, a panel similar to the immortal brain’s appeared, with a preset list of commands—patrol, attack, protect master, and even… dance?
Even for commands that weren’t preset, she could just send an order with her divine sense—there was no need to operate the puppet’s limbs directly; it would automatically complete the task.
Compared to the puppets in Mu Yanxin’s previous life, this was utterly foolproof to use. No wonder this world had so many oddly shaped non-humanoid puppets—turns out cultivators didn’t have to bother with micromanaging their limbs.
Mu Yanxin told it to open the car hood and remove the rear tire. The Wolf-head Puppet immediately got out of the car, its chest armor opening as several mechanical arms tipped with pliers and drill bits snapped out and began working on the hood.
According to the puppet’s operation panel, this set of maintenance tools was mainly intended for repairing itself and similar models.
For other Sirius Star series puppets, it wouldn’t even need the master to operate it; it could perform a full automatic repair on its own.
She opened the repair kit herself. Though it looked no bigger than a suitcase, its interior was at least as large as a cabinet—a low-level storage magical artifact—filled with all kinds of tools: pliers, wrenches, hammers, and a pile of auto repair gadgets Mu Yanxin couldn’t even name, all low-grade.
Every time she glanced at a repair tool, the immortal brain would tag its name and function in her vision: cross wrench, lug nut, scraper, wind gun, ring pliers, lubricating glue, and so on.
“The first issue is a blockage at the engine port. Please use the wrench to open the engine port, then clean it preliminarily with the special cleaning solution and cleaning pipe, and then use the scraper to remove residue from the inner walls…” The immortal brain began popping up the detailed repair tutorial.
Mu Yanxin followed the tutorial step by step. Honestly, she had no idea what she was doing—she just acted on the immortal brain’s instructions.
The tutorial included text, diagrams, and even operation videos of the same model with the same fault—it was so thorough even a monkey could fix the car after watching.
In her previous life, Mu Yanxin had been a young master who never did such things, but this car was a magical artifact she had never seen before, so she actually found the repair process rather interesting.
But to the others, it just looked like a cross-dressing beauty crawling into the car with a wrench to fix it.
Her parents’ expressions gradually changed to astonishment. Mu Yanxin’s repair movements were deft—selecting and swapping tools in one seamless motion.
Except for being slightly unpracticed, she was nearly as good as a professional mechanic.
By the time she got to the second fault, Mu Yanxin was already getting the hang of it.
She could use both hands to remove the wheels while manipulating smaller magical tools with her divine sense under the car to fix the third fault, and at the same time, command the puppet to lift the chassis for her.
Juggling three tasks at once, with such confidence in repairs, made Mu Yanxin feel even more skilled with magical machinery than her elder sister.
Back then, when Mu Chen repaired the broken car, she spent a whole month studying it bit by bit.
The second fault was worn bearings; the third was a cracked chassis—both common signs of aging in cars, not dangerous for now, but potential hazards.
Mu Yanxin spent just over ten minutes fixing all three faults. She crawled out, shook her hands with a surge of spiritual power, and all the oil and grease on her hands flew off, restoring her snowy white, delicate hands.
Unfortunately, this male outfit wasn’t a magical artifact, just ordinary clothing, so it couldn’t resist dust and oil stains.
Even with spiritual power, Mu Yanxin couldn’t remove the marks, and it didn’t fit well anymore—after all, she was a girl now, and her measurements had changed.
“Goodness, Xin’er, since when did you get so good at cars? You seem even better than your sister,” her father exclaimed. Mu Chen always fixed things by slowly reading the manual—nothing this smooth.
Mu Yanxin was taken aback—how should she answer? She couldn’t reveal the immortal brain to her parents, so she could only make do with the information at hand: “I’ve always been interested in repairs. The more you study, the more skilled you get.”
“Not bad. If you have potential in this field, you can apply to the Forging or Maintenance departments at the main sect. The Automation and Design departments are worth considering too—they’re all popular majors. Every major sect and company is eager for talent,” her father nodded in approval, opening the door and calling mother and daughter into the car.
Her mother, however, showed a trace of doubt—if Mu Yanxin had already researched the car thoroughly before, why didn’t she mention the faults before leaving home, and instead waited until they left the hospital to fix them in public?
Was it possible she only gained a deeper understanding of the car at the hospital?
The family of three got into the car. The Sirius Star Puppet once again took the driver’s seat. This time, the difference was obvious—the car was faster and smoother.
On the way there, the car’s body still vibrated slightly, but Mu Yanxin’s repairs had an immediate effect.