Next was the explanation part.
A few people from the same sect, calling each other senior and junior brothers and sisters, were only of the same generation and not necessarily had the same master. Yu Qing and Shen Feixian each had their own masters, only she and Feng Juechen had the same master.
Previously busy with work, Song Jixing did not have a good explanation with his senior brothers and sisters, and just happened to make it clear at once.
They were all people who had lived for hundreds of years. Deception and concealment were not very feasible in this world.
Song Jixing intended to confess to them.
"You must have noticed that there is not a trace of spiritual energy in this world."
The four of them sat around the dining table, and the other three unanimously nodded.
"This is a world far away from the Cultivation World. I have lived in this world for a long time, probably born in this era... Unlike you, you brought your body over, I traveled with my soul..." Song Jixing slowly explained.
Perhaps Song Jixing deliberately blurred the concept of her soul crossing into another world, and everyone misunderstood her meaning.
"I'm an orphan. I was abandoned by my parents as soon as I was born. This world is very good. Homeless and helpless children like me will be sent to a special place to take care of, that place is called an orphanage. The orphanage will take care of me until I leave at the age of eighteen."
"The year I turned eighteen, I was admitted to the university here, which is similar to the mortal academy, where everyone studies for four years before they can graduate, then they can go out to find a job, or continue to take exams and study. Every teacher has to teach several classes and hundreds of students per year, with new students every year. So the relationship between teachers and students is not like that in the Cultivation World..."
"We don't call each other senior or junior brothers and sisters, but classmates..."
Yu Qing grabbed Song Jixing's hand with deep affection: "Junior sister, it's been hard on you all these years."
The other two did not say much, but the way they looked at Song Jixing was already full of deep love and pity.
Song Jixing did not make it clear on the point that she crossed over with her soul. The Cultivation World was very taboo about seizing homes. This was her biggest secret. Even when she crossed over, the little girl was already dead, but it was still occupying someone else's body.
Such a secret should still be borne by herself.
After Song Jixing gave a rough explanation, she talked about the main problems facing the senior brothers.
"You must have seen that the human race here has mastered another practice, science. Everything in this house cannot be separated from science."
"The phone that can transmit sound for thousands of miles, the TV that can play in real time, the vehicles that can carry people quickly..." Science has made this world prosperous, but there is also a very important problem!"
As she spoke, Song Jixing threw her ID card on the table.
The text of this world was almost the same as that of the Cultivation World, and Song Jixing was not clear if there was any connection between them, but Arabic numerals were not available in the Cultivation World.
"This is an ID card! Similar to an identity token, everyone only has one. With special equipment, one can check the information registered inside. The judicial court here can see it directly on the Internet."
"ID cards cannot be forged. None of you have one... that is, illegal residents. There's some trouble." Song Jixing
Feng Juechen: "How much trouble?"
"This... Although no one will ask you for it when you go out. But if you want to go further, even renting a house requires an ID card. Also, there is the problem of money... Earning money also requires an ID card."
As she spoke, Song Jixing took out her wallet and the bank card inside.
"Before you came, I had just spent all my money to buy this house. There are still six thousand four hundred and twenty-one yuan and fifty cents left in my bank card..."
As she spoke, Song Jixing dug out a fifty-cent coin from her wallet.
...
Everyone looked at Song Jixing in silence.
"That's all the money I have left. Without spiritual energy, we all have to eat and spend money to buy food," Song Jixing said, glancing at their clothes, "Oh yes, we still have to buy clothes."
The senior brothers and sisters had already changed into her clothes. Yu Qing was slightly taller than her, but their figures were similar. Cultivators had well-proportioned bodies. Apart from being more muscular from their cultivation, everything else was fine.
Shen Feixian was also wearing her clothes. She tried her best to pick some loose unisex clothes from the closet, but the cuteness was unavoidable.
There were ready-made clothes, but not many underwear items were purchased...
"It's been hard on junior sister!" Shen Feixian said with a guilty face, "This is the only thing I have on me. Junior sister, take a look, is there anything that can be useful? Pawn it for some money!"
Before entering the Cultivation sect, Shen Feixian was a descendant of the secular royal family, and was still quite familiar with ordinary life.
Song Jixing looked at the table full of magic tools, each made of heavenly treasures. Without spiritual energy, they were not even as good as modern defective artifacts.
It would be wasteful to sell them, and of course no one would buy them.
"Junior sister, I have some too!" Yu Qing said, taking out the items he brought with him from the room.
Feng Juechen looked at the two of them, lowered his head to consider if there was anything on him that could be sold.
"Senior brothers and sisters, don't worry for now! Keep these things for yourselves. Magic tools are useless here. Go online first to learn more about this world by searching on the computer and watching TV before we consider anything else..."
"Alright!"
No one disagreed.
"By the way, junior sister! I noticed the men here all have short hair. Should we cut ours short too?" Shen Feixian asked curiously. He had been watching TV and using the computer all morning.
There weren't many taboos about cutting hair and skin for no reason in the Cultivation World.
Losing a hand or foot was commonplace, and losing hair was even less of an issue. It could instantly grow back with spiritual energy once they returned to the Cultivation World.
"Indeed we'll have to trim it!" Song Jixing glanced at her senior brothers' long hair.
It was common for men to have long hair nowadays, but the two men's looks were obviously more striking than their long hair.
It would be better to cut their hair short to keep a low profile.
However...
"My hairdressing skills are not very good! Please forgive me, senior brothers!" Song Jixing apologized first.
Shen Feixian: "It’s alright, junior sister can shave me bald like a monk if it doesn't look good."
Feng Juechen also nodded in agreement, "Do as you wish, senior sister."
Song Jixing's eyelid twitched. The two really trusted her.
Song Jixing brought out two pairs of scissors from the bedroom. She usually saved money by trimming her own bangs. When she had schedules, there would be special hairstylists to style her hair. When there were no schedules, she did it herself. Then she moved the dressing table mirror to the dining table and took out a roll of plastic bags.
The two senior brothers were each wearing simple gray sweatshirts with cartoon prints, sitting upright in front of the mirror with torn plastic bags wrapped around their necks.
Snip snip, and the long lush black hair parted ways with its owner.
From a distance outside the community came a peddler's shout: "Collecting hair, collecting long hair, braids..."
