My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 102: Accident

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Accident

Information flitted through his mind, and amidst the fluctuations of Wang Zijia’s magical power, he threw the hair into the altar in front of him.

Ghostly white flames ignited from within the twin eye sockets of skull after skull, accompanied by a poisonous fog that swirled around the skulls like tattoos, the hair turned into a peculiar green smoke rising up.

The ghostly tattoo on Wang Zijia’s chest came to life again, flew out of his body and swallowed the smoke, disappearing without a trace.

Having had his first experience, Wang Zijia found it much more familiar this time.

Following a mysterious sense, he identified the target of the curse and once again used the subtlety of the Five Ghosts Bewildering Heart Curse to infiltrate, planting the demon seed of the spiritual root once it was deep within the body.

In just a short while, Wang Zijia completed the corruption, saturating the other’s body with his own ’pollution,’ staining it in his likeness.

After a moment’s thought, unlike yesterday, he did not immediately move on to the next step. Instead, he took out another sealed lock of hair, added some spiritual items into the altar, and repeated the process, cursing and demon seeding the next person.

After consecutively corrupting three individuals, Wang Zijia had to stop and hold the magic money to recover his mana. This was after all a second-rank spell. Even though it was incomplete and only had basic functions left, it was somewhat strenuous for Wang Zijia at his current level of cultivation.

Even though his mana quality had been refined, an ordinary advanced pupil would have fared even worse.

Holding the magic money in his hands, he spent half an hour to replenish the spent mana, after which, Wang Zijia fished out the final two pieces of essence.

Four locks of hair had been dealt with, and now only two pieces of residual life material were left.

One was obtained by using a spirit absorber on his toothbrush, the other by repeatedly dabbing his bedsheets. He had not managed to find any hair in either of their bedrooms!

Wang Zijia first put the material from the toothbrush into the altar and commenced the curse.

As his magical power fluctuated, cold gusts of yin wind echoed through the entire basement. With the flickering cool ghost fire and the gleaming pair of eyes from the skulls, mixed with the red light from the blood-red talisman array, they cast an incredibly eerie hue over the basement.

Anyone who saw it could tell at first glance that this was no good thing.

After a moment, Wang Zijia who felt he had successfully seeded the demon, let out a long sigh of relief.

Even though he believed that the residual materials should work, he could not be sure until he had performed the actual operation. Now that he had a precedent, Wang Zijia was significantly more at ease. Otherwise, if physical tissue from the targets was necessary, he wouldn’t necessarily have been able to obtain it from every target.

With these thoughts, Wang Zijia turned his attention to the last piece of information material of the Alchemist, Xi Shuangyu.

While she wasn’t the wealthiest among the six, she likely had the greatest potential, comparable to the previously corrupted Du Kang, and moreover, she was an Alchemist, worth cultivating.

The reason why an Alchemist wouldn’t have the most wealth... was because she had already attempted to breakthrough to become a Sacrificial Priest once, but failed, of course.

But because she was of considerable wealth and sufficiently prepared, her foundation was not damaged and her cultivation did not regress, making her have great potential.

Grabbing the material in his hand, he threw it into the altar. With a fluctuation of his magical power, the ghost fire soared, and Wang Zijia, familiar with the method, promptly started the Curse Technique, homing in on the target through an obscure sense in order to unleash the curse.

After a moment, as the curse infiltrated the target and Wang Zijia was about to trigger the demon seed...

An unexpected situation happened. As his curse infiltrated the other’s body, and the potency of the sown demon was about to explode within, Wang Zijia abruptly felt dizzy.

A red paper figure suddenly appeared before his eyes. The figure was quite rudimentary, as if arbitrarily torn from a piece of red paper by a three to five-year-old child.

You could only vaguely make out a human shape, with jumbled charcoal strokes standing in for facial features, extremely coarse, making the figure look simple yet chillingly bizarre.

At that moment, the ugly paper figure’s runes were flickering and circulating on its surface, as if it had come to life. It appeared abruptly in front of Wang Zijia’s invasive curse power and swallowed all the invading forces in one gulp.

Then it suddenly started to burn. As it burned, the curse spell’s invasive power was also being burned away.

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In the Qifu Faction’s East District, in the cultivation room of a rather nice courtyard, it was almost midnight, and Xi Shuangyu had just stopped her cultivation, gotten up, packed her things, and was preparing to go back to her room to sleep.

At that moment, her body suddenly stiffened, and an ugly red paper figure flew out of her chest.

"Hm!"

She let out a muffled grunt, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, then in her astonished and horrified gaze, the paper figure disappeared into thin air, leaving no traces behind.

All of this happened so suddenly that it took a moment after the disappearance of the blood-red paper figure, which she had nurtured with her essence blood for many years, for her to instinctively stretch out her hand and grasp at the void in front of her.

"What... The Life Substitution Talisman activated? Why?" In her daze, she muttered to herself, completely at a loss, as she didn’t understand why. After all, she shouldn’t have offended anyone recently, at least not to the extent that they’d want her dead.

After being confused for a moment, she quickly recovered her wits and conducted a preliminary check on herself, detecting no abnormalities.

She didn’t delay any longer and decisively got up and left the small courtyard, heading towards the residence of the Alchemy Tower Master in the Qifu Faction.

The method that could trigger her most precious life-saving item, the second-Rank Inferior Life Substitution Talisman, especially the method that didn’t let her perceive anything before or after the fact, was clearly not something she could handle at the moment.

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In the basement, as the paper figure burned, Wang Zijia, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. His mana was fluctuating wildly. Fortunately, as demon seeding was a talent, the backlash from a failed attempt was not severe.

Therefore, Wang Zijia only had a fluctuation in his energy for a moment before calming down.

"Whew..." Wang Zijia, who had stabilized his energy, let out a long sigh of relief, "It seems that I shouldn’t underestimate the people in this world. The Wanyu Sect is so strong, how can its disciples not be?"

Everything had been going smoothly before because the targets he had selected were all trash, basically eliminated from competition.

’I’ve been complacent and arrogant due to my smooth progress and rapid rise in recent times. I have to be more careful and find more peripheral and trashy targets! At present, it’s not safe to target those who are eligible to compete for the position of sacrificial wine.’

With these thoughts in his mind, Wang Zijia didn’t dare to delay. He immediately got up, fully stimulated his sealing technique, and sealed the altar in front of him once again.

Wang Zijia, who was not at ease, hummed a little, simply took the altar down with a flip of his hand, threw it into his storage bag, erased the blood-red array on the ground, took out a special spirit-cleaning object, and conducted a thorough cleaning.

It was better to be safe than sorry. Who knows what the other party is going to do next? If it were him, he would definitely go and snitch, find the elders, and ask for the protection of the big shots of the Sacramental Wine.

Wang Zijia, who had never encountered the sacrificial wine before, was extremely cautious and apprehensive about this.

After a while, Wang Zijia cleaned up the basement, doing everything to the best of his ability, before leaving the basement.

He went back to his bedroom and into his bed as if nothing had happened, but his heart was anxious, and he couldn’t sleep. He simply went to the cultivation room, swallowed a Wisdom Heart Pill, and began practicing his punches.

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