My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 105 Paper Figures

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 Paper Figures

"So, as the new destined one, do you understand the rules clearly?" Yun Zhongzi looked at An Yuanhang and asked.

An Yuanhang maintained a respectful posture and replied, "In response to senior, I roughly understand."

"So, what Fate Law do you seek this time?" Asked Yun Zhongzi, his expression indifferent.

"Senior, due to my limited talent, I’ve been stuck at the eighth technique of the Nine Foundation Techniques and made no progress over the years," An Yuanhang, feeling nervous and hopeful, asked, "I do not know if Penglai has any splendid methods?"

When his cultivation was at a deadlock, he once sought the patriarch for help. According to the patriarch, the elders above the Perfected Realm in the sect, especially the seniors in the Scripture Pavilion, had a method that instantaneously enlightened and transformed a person.

"That’s simple. Do you want an elixir or a spiritual object, or wisdom inducing utensils?"

Between words, Yun Zhongzi casually waved his hand. Several ordinary containers automatically opened. In the flickering Spiritual Light, there were spiritual objects and treasures, more than ten flew to the front of them.

The dazzling collection of precious treasures left An Yuanhang momentarily unable to make a choice.

"If you aren’t satisfied, this poor Daoist still has some methods and can help you enlighten and understand Dao, even communicating with gods." Yun Zhongzi noted An Yuanhang’s silence and said.

"Enlightenment? The kind where gurus in legends can make a person attain sudden understanding or even breathe life into a stone?" An Yuanhang uttered blankly.

Yun Zhongzi didn’t respond to An Yuanhang’s words. He asked casually, "So, have you made a decision?"

"I wonder how much it would cost to ask senior to take action?" An Yuanhang carefully replied.

"Since you have seen the rules of Penglai, you should know that Penglai evaluates by the outcome. Regardless of how you achieve your goal, comprehension of one technique is worth three thousand, and there’s no difference in value," Yun Zhongzi calmly stated.

"Difficult as it is for me to ask, I request senior to take action, enlighten me, and complete the spiritual talisman....." An Yuanhang began, paused, then corrected himself and said, "Complete the comprehension of the Paperman Nine Techniques."

"Very well!"

With Yun Zhongzi’s words, one could see him casually stretch out his hand and point at An Yuanhang from afar.

’Exchange!’

More than five thousand weights were exchanged for the value of two techniques. An Yuanhang then disappeared. When he vanished, a sentence echoed in his ears.

"Six thousand value, make up for it as soon as you wake up."

In his daze, when An Yuanhang came back to his senses, he unconsciously leaped up from the bed. Looking around his familiar bedroom, he muttered blankly, "Was it all just a Yellow Millet Dream?"

Before he could continue his thoughts, countless realizations emerged in his mind.

The cultivation that had been stuck for decades, the spiritual talisman technique that the patriarch once decreed was not suitable for his cultivation, now began to make progress abruptly. As the realizations kept coming, the progress advanced rapidly.

Moreover, as the Nine Techniques greatly improved, his solid foundation began to establish slight implications with the Core Nine Techniques.

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After a long while, when he came to his senses, it was already two hours later.

After opening his eyes, he collected his thoughts and immediately remembered the admonition.

Since this was all real, then his experience in Penglai could not merely have been a dream.

Thinking of this, he immediately got up from his small gold vault, took out the magic money worth of six thousand, and began to perform the opening ceremony.

Outside the courtyard, on the large tree, Wang Zijia, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately triggered his Spiritual Roots and confused his consciousness. Wang Zijia flapped his wings and slipped into the house through the window.

The moment he came in, Wang Zijia froze on the spot.

In the bedroom, two paper figures, the size of actual people with pale faces, slowly turned their heads, staring blankly at him who had just crawled in.

’Damn, I even need puppets to keep watch while I sleep in the sect. Are all puppet masters this paranoid?’

While Wang Zijia was speechless, his actions didn’t stop. If it were before, he would have been helpless, the flying bird was just a decoration, incapable of casting any spell.

But now, inside the raven, were the Five Ghosts. Even if they were made poorly, they were still many levels above these paper figures that couldn’t even be considered as idiots.

With a flap of the raven’s wing, two shadows enveloped the paper figures, trapping them and their master in chaos.

Subsequently, Wang Zijia quickly arrived before the simple array and grabbed the wooden box containing the magic money, then promptly vanished.

Unaware of all this, An Yuanhang snapped back to reality, first startled by the missing sacrificial offering but, noticing that the two paper figures at the door were just as they were, he sighed in relief.

"An immortal chance from Penglai? I didn’t expect that I could also have a day blessed with an immortal chance like the protagonist in that story!" An Yuanhang, sensing the surging power within him, whispered, his smile growing wider and wider.

"Haha..."

In the end, it turned into a series of hearty laughter, as if he was about to vent all the frustrations he had bottled up for these decades.

...

The raven returned to the courtyard without a hitch.

Magic money: 8063

With another six thousand magic money added to his account, Wang Zijia’s face was filled with joy. If things continued like this, he wouldn’t need to wait for years. He could gather all the money he needed for his breakthrough to Perfected Realm.

However, tonight’s incident made Wang Zijia realize once again that there was a problem with "taking things" in his operation. This needed to be solved.

But this was difficult. High-end methods aside, even ways like moving mountains, were at least at the level of Second Order Method. Anything lower than that... there was only something like "stealing" in First Grade Spells. This was essentially the same as what he was using currently.

Besides, the selected targets need to be sufficiently marginal, sufficiently trashy and require personal inspection beforehand to prevent any possibility of accidents!

In the midst of his thoughts, Wang Zijia looked at the value of the Five Ghosts Divine Power, which made him feel a bit daunted.

’Forget it, let’s just take it one step at a time. If worst comes to worst, I’ll just be more careful and do things slowly.’

Suppressing his thoughts, Wang Zijia didn’t welcome his next guest.

Since he didn’t rest last night, it would be better to sleep early tonight.

...

On the next day, Wang Zijia woke up as usual, took the Wisdom Heart Pill and did some boxing for about an hour.

After the effect of the pill faded, he joined Xiang Feifei for breakfast and decided not to go to work again.

Once again, he controlled the paper kite, carrying the Inheritance Order, heading towards Inheritance Peak.

This time Wang Zijia didn’t waste time, he directed his paper kite straight towards the Scripture Pavilion on Inheritance Peak.

When Wang Zijia stepped into the ancient and vigorous Scripture Pavilion, with its white jade railings, he once again experienced countless streaming lights. When he regained his senses, he found himself in the depths of the dark starry sky again.

With his feet treading the void, the space around him was pitch dark, above his head were countless faint light groups, adorning the whole space like stars.

Each light group had varying degrees of brightness. Some were very dim, some were full of dazzling spiritual light.

Within the light groups, one could vaguely make out books of secret techniques, and occasionally, a crystalline jade slip could also be seen.