Seeing that Mu Yanxin seemed to be struggling over which one to choose, Qing’er said, “There’s no need to rush your decision, take your time. There are quite a few unique eyes here.
Though they may not be top-tier, for those with special needs, they’re actually more valuable.”
As she spoke, she glanced at the chubby man with the big ears.
He was holding the All-Seeing Eye with great fondness, even pressing it up to his own eye, as if trying to see whether it could be used to look through things directly.
That look in his eyes made Mu Yanxin instinctively feel disgusted, even wanting to cover his own body, though he didn’t understand what exactly he was feeling shy about.
Seeing this rude behavior, even the always-perfectly smiling Qing’er frowned slightly and said, “Sir, please refrain from such disrespectful actions in our shop, or the other customers may call the Inspector Squad from the Fang Market.”
The other customers also showed their displeasure. Nobody liked being spied on. The fat man realized this as well, hurriedly set down the All-Seeing Eye and said, “I’ll take this one.”
After all, the customer is emperor. Qing’er put on her professional smile again and said, “Thank you for your patronage. Would you like it packaged to go, or would you like us to handle the transplantation here?”
“Just transplant it here,” the fat cultivator replied, taking out a crystal card and swiping it at the shop’s counter.
Mu Yanxin had already learned through the Immortal Brain that the crystal card was called a Bank Card. Cultivators could store their Spirit Stone in the bank and just swipe the card to instantly transfer Spirit Stone to the shop’s account, making shopping extremely convenient.
Moreover, advanced terminal rings and Immortal Brain could also make bank payments, so you didn’t even need to bring a card. No wonder he hadn’t found any Spirit Stone in the original owner’s terminal ring—it was all stored in the bank.
He couldn’t help but sigh at how different this world was from his previous one. He understood banks, but for ordinary people, it was just a place to store silver coins. He could hardly imagine cultivators trusting their Spirit Stone to a bank—just how credible must the bank be?
At this point, Qing’er had already set up a reclining chair, letting the fat cultivator lie down. She took out two magical tools: one was a syringe filled with anesthetic elixir, the other a peculiar set of tongs that looked like a spoon at the tip.
Mu Yanxin hadn’t expected the shop to perform eye transplants right in the open. Previously, he’d been knocked out by anesthesia during his own surgery and hadn’t seen the process. Now, curiosity made him want to see how the eye was actually replaced.
The procedure was shockingly fast. Qing’er anesthetized the fat cultivator with the syringe, then used the round spoon to dig into his eye socket.
The magical tool automatically clicked shut, transforming into a sphere and swiftly scooping out the fat cultivator’s left eye.
Qing’er immediately stuffed the Immortal Remnant Eye into the empty socket. A flash of green light appeared in her hand—it was a low-level healing spell, Restoration. In an instant, the fat cultivator’s eye socket healed completely, with the All-Seeing Eye now embedded within.
Stunned.
Qing’er wiped the blood from the corner of his eye, the entire process taking less than three minutes. The foreign eye could be called plug-and-play, leaving Mu Yanxin dumbfounded.
Very quickly, Qing’er revived the fat cultivator with a spell. She politely said, “Sir, please check if the All-Seeing Eye is functioning properly. If you feel any discomfort, we can make adjustments for you.”
The fat cultivator’s eyes had become heterochromatic, one gold and one black. In the golden foreign eye, triangle and eye-shaped patterns lit up—evidence that the All-Seeing Eye was activated. He immediately, without restraint, looked toward Qing’er.
Of course, Qing’er knew exactly what he was looking at, but there was nothing she could do; he was a paying customer, after all.
She could only stand there, blushing slightly, until the fat cultivator had stared his fill. Only then did she ask, “Sir, have you seen enough? Are you satisfied with your new eye?”
“Heh heh, satisfied, more than satisfied,” the fat cultivator replied, the golden glow in his eye fading as he turned and left the shop.
Qing’er let out a sigh of relief, finally having gotten rid of that troublesome customer. She had the other attendants greet the next patrons, then walked back to Mu Yanxin and asked, “So? Have you found a foreign eye you like?”
“Uh, is there an eye I can use without having to get a surgical transplant?” Mu Yanxin asked.
He still held onto the belief from his previous life that the body and skin were gifts from one’s parents, and felt a bit resistant toward transplanting an artificial Immortal Remnant.
What he really wanted to ask was whether there were any Immortal Remnant Eyes that, like the ones the shop owner had described before—the Petrification Demon Eye—could be crafted into a magical artifact, to be used without having to implant it in the body.
Unexpectedly, Qing’er replied, “Of course. Those membrane-type foreign eyes can do just that. You just stick them on your eyes and they’ll automatically fuse, no surgery required.”
She pointed at a pile of thin, round crystal chips, each etched with different patterns: some had nine tomoe, some had red and blue spirals, others were square and vibrantly colored.
Mu Yanxin had noticed these chips before, but didn’t realize they were meant to be placed directly over the eyes.
Faced with so many dazzling Immortal Remnant Eyes, he had no idea which to choose, so he simply asked the Immortal Brain for a recommendation.
The Immortal Brain immediately highlighted one chip. It bore the image of a pentagram. Mu Yanxin glanced at the name: Inscribed Star Eye. He said, “Let me take a look at that eye, please.”
“Inscribed Star Eye?” Qing’er brought out the box with the chip and said, “The function of the Inscribed Star Eye is to absorb a spell or divine ability you understand and record it within the eye, so that you can release it when needed.”
“Amazing,” Mu Yanxin couldn’t help but exclaim. Didn’t that mean he could keep absorbing attacks and reflect them back at his enemies? No wonder the Immortal Brain had recommended this eye.
But why was the price so cheap? Mu Yanxin looked at the price tag for the Inscribed Star Eye—only fifty thousand Spirit Stone.
Compared to the Immortal Remnant Eyes beside it that went for two or three hundred thousand, it seemed way too cheap. Was there a catch?
“Sir, the Inscribed Star Eye isn’t as convenient as you might think. When it says you have to ‘understand’ a spell, it doesn’t mean just knowing its name or general properties.”
“You have to comprehend its underlying principles and essence. But if you understand a spell that well, you can usually use it yourself. The Inscribed Star Eye becomes a bit redundant—at most, it lets you store a single spell, like a talisman.”
“And it can only absorb spells or divine abilities—not attacks from magical treasures or martial arts, anything physical. You even have to use the star eye to get close to the spell in order to absorb it. In real combat, the limitations are severe and the risks high.”
“I really advise against trying to absorb an opponent’s spell,” Qing’er honestly explained the shortcomings of the Inscribed Star Eye.
“Those are its pros and cons. Personally, I’d recommend another eye. There are plenty here that are much more practical than the Inscribed Star Eye.”