I can see spiritual energy now?!
That was Mu Yanxin’s first reaction.
Not long ago, this would have been a completely ordinary thing, even something she would have—
But ever since arriving in this world and inhabiting this body, which had no spiritual roots, she could no longer sense the spiritual energy in nature.
Only the multicolored light emitted when mana gathered could she see.
Now, her right eye still saw nothing.
But with her left eye, not only could she see the flow of spiritual energy, but also the surrounding restrictions—like the spiritual light shrouding some guests, which was protective magic treasure, or the faint lights quickly running along the floor’s patterns, which were probably the restrictions of Tianyan Shop.
Mu Yanxin quickly understood. If she wanted to analyze spells and then absorb and engrave them, the prerequisite was, of course, being able to see the process of a spell’s gathering, transformation, and release.
Otherwise, how could analysis be possible? This was one of the basic functions of the Star Imprint Eye—and for her, an unexpected gain.
“Is the guest feeling satisfied? Let me cast a spell so you can try to absorb it.” Qing’er observed Mu Yanxin’s expression and then spoke with a smile.
Mu Yanxin turned to look at Qing’er, and saw yet another scene. On the chest of her pretty short dress, there appeared a golden palace emblem, with a phoenix inside, wings spread as if ready to fly.
Mu Yanxin had seen this emblem not long ago. It was the insignia of Spiritual Moon Palace.
The subsidiary sects under Spiritual Moon—Primary Sect, High Sect, Grand Sect—all used the palace and phoenix as their school crest, just with different colors: the Primary Sect’s phoenix was red, Spiritual Moon Palace’s was pure gold, High Sect’s was red with a gold tinge, and Grand Sect’s was gold with a hint of crimson.
“You’re a disciple of Spiritual Moon Palace?” Mu Yanxin asked.
“Eh? So you saw that. Strictly speaking, I’m not a Spiritual Moon Palace disciple yet. I’m just a student of Spiritual Moon High Sect, working here before the new term starts.” Qing’er replied with a smile.
Spiritual Moon High Sect—wasn’t that exactly where Mu Yanxin herself would soon be going? Could it be that this cheerful, smiling girl before her was her senior sister?
“So, um, what do you think of Spiritual Moon High Sect?” Mu Yanxin couldn’t help but ask. Though most disciples wouldn’t speak badly of their own sect, she still wanted to know how someone truly felt about it.
“Spiritual Moon High Sect? It’s great! The discipline isn’t too strict, the school atmosphere is very free, and the teachers really teach useful things.”
“Look, I’m just in my second year of high school and I can already get a job and earn Spirit Stone. Spiritual Moon High Sect really encourages students to work and study at the same time.” Qing’er replied with a smile.
Although Qing’er used several terms Mu Yanxin didn’t quite understand, her smile and tone were utterly sincere in her recognition of Spiritual Moon High Sect—there was not the slightest trace of pretense, and even a bit of pride.
Certainly, most disciples wouldn’t speak ill of their sect, but there’s a world of difference between a polite answer and heartfelt praise. Mu Yanxin was confident she hadn’t misread her reaction.
“My current goal is to get into Spiritual Moon Grand Sect, and after graduation, to enter Spiritual Moon Palace as a formal disciple. If I don’t make it, I’ll just work here at Tianyan Shop.” Qing’er was still chattering on, as if Mu Yanxin had inspired her to share more.
But at this point, Qing’er suddenly paused.
Looking at the white-haired girl still dressed in men’s clothes, she smiled even more meaningfully: “I see, so that’s how it is. You just got into Spiritual Moon High Sect and are about to start, right, junior sister? Or—do you prefer I call you junior brother?”