My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 131: Fight?

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Fight?

After he finished with all that, Wang Zijia first took out two spirit items he had obtained in the Blood Dragon Abyss.

One was a golden-red meat strip, the size of a thumb, constantly wriggling like an enlarged maggot.

As it squirmed, its inner spirituality flickered unpredictably.

The other was a pink flesh sprout, similarly acting like an earthworm, making unconscious movements.

Wang Zijia tentatively took a very small bit of the blood-red flesh sprout, swallowed it with a frown.

The flesh sprout was still jumping around in his mouth, and with a gentle bite, his mouth was filled with a burst of strange sensations.

It then transformed into a faint power that merged into his body, rushing toward his Dantian. At the same time, vague thoughts of madness filled his mind.

But because the power was too small, too faint, it disappeared before it could reach the Dantian.

At this moment, Wang Zijia was already in the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, looking at the newly emerged weight.

Weights: Bloodline Spirit Items

Level: Non-mainstream

Status: Slight Pollution

Value: 0.1

Description: After demonic beasts’ bloodline carried spirits, they underwent demonic transformation and were sealed by people with mysterious Ming devices. They cultivated the bloodline in their bodies as a Flesh Field, planting Flood Dragon spiritual veins. Due to artificial planting and multiple harvesting, the dragon vein has become extremely weak. And there are slight residues of detrimental mutation.

Before using this spirit item for foundation establishment, please carefully remove the pollution. Otherwise, once a Magic Door is created, the deep-rooted sinful roots will make the Dao foundation unstable and endless troubles will follow. Or it can be purified after accumulating enough value to turn it into a real spirit item. It is a necessary guide for the Dao foundation of the Flood Dragon Transformation!

Just as Wang Zijia finished reading the information, the weight began to flicker, seeming to disappear soon, Wang Zijia didn’t convert the value degree to stabilize the weight.

In a few moments, the light spot weights vanished without a trace.

After Wang Zijia came back to his senses, he extracted a strand from the golden meat strip and put it into his mouth.

The same bursting sensation spread, only this time the power that entered his body carried an aura of suppression.

Weights: Dragon Origin

Level: Lower Tier A

Status: Slight Pollution

Value: 0.1

Description: A demon snake accidentally obtained the essence blood of a Divine Dragon, woke up and started on the path to dragon transformation, but fell into demonic transformation because of the Mysterious Domain, becoming a Flesh Field. After thousands of years of tempering, the most pure bloodline converged and extracted more than half of the Dragon Origin.

This spirit item is extremely suitable for cultivators to build their Dao foundation. As it only has more than half, it is best for an alchemist to use a sufficient spirit item formula to supplement its spiritual essence deficiency when using it.

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When the weight disappeared again, Wang Zijia exited the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, his face filled with a smile.

The appearance of these two weights indicated that Wang Zijia’s previous thinking was correct. He could indeed get only one top-grade pill guide, then use Value Degree to directly stack the most suitable and purest spirituality to fill the Magic Door foundation to derive his new Magic Door.

He re-sealed the two spirit items and put them away with a flip of his hand.

He finally took out the last storage bag and it took him a while to open it.

What rendered Wang Zijia speechless was that in the five cubic storage bag, clothes and beauty-related medicines occupied most of the space.

The rest was a large pile of spirit items and healing pills. The remaining life-saving items had almost been used up, and there were no Replenishing Qi Pills left.

After careful inventory checking, the things in here were, at most, worth one thousand Magic money. Even including that shabby small shield, it wouldn’t exceed two thousand Magic money.

It was indeed a great haul for ordinary times since one couldn’t really earn that much by making talismans in a month. But these past few days, my ambitions had escalated!

Feeling somewhat speechless, I shook my head, looked at the three storage bags, and gathered the messy items inside into the one I’d initially used. It was only a few cubic meters’ sized storage bag, but I stuffed it full and put it away.

The largest one, a ten cubic meters’ storage bag, Wang Zijia kept for his own personal use.

After taking inventory of his gains, Wang Zijia once again produced various elixirs, sorting out the ones used for healing and replenishing Qi that might be needed later.

The remaining burst elixirs, poisonous elixirs, confusing ones with medicinal properties, Wang Zijia symbolically retained two bottles of each, gulping down the rest, converting each pill into cultivation value points.

Dao Cultivation: Hundred Years (2.9/30,000)

A few hours later, Wang Zijia’s condition was restored and he ceased his cultivation.

He took out the map and located the nearest demon haunts.

Mana gathered like quicksand and at the same time, the flesh and blood on the surface of his body began to wriggle. Wang Zijia’s form rapidly shrank.

In the blink of an eye, he went from a towering, muscular man to a thin, dried up old guy with a wrinkled face whose youth had long since faded and whose posture had started to stoop slightly.

When all this was done, Wang Zijia gave a satisfied nod and moved on, continuing his beloved work: scouring locations and collecting remains.

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For two consecutive days, Wang Zijia advanced towards the next spiritual object resource point, all the whilst looking out for demon gathering places on the way. He paid a visit to each town he came across, carrying out his ’janitorial’ duties with relish.

"Value +99!"

Wang Zijia had once more arrived at a city reduced to ruins. He rummaged through the scattered flesh on the battlefield, removing the contamination and feeding the remaining chunks of meat to the Five Ghosts.

Suddenly, dots of ghost qi wafted around as the plump third ghost, sent by Wang Zijia to scout the city, appeared out of the void. Its body rapidly solidified from a phantom-like state and it began to gesture towards Wang Zijia.

"You’re saying there’re still people in this city?" Wang Zijia asked in confusion.

"Wa, wa!" The third ghost nodded emphatically, continuing to gesture.

"Still fighting?" Wang Zijia asked in surprise.

"Wa wa!"

"Fighting hard?" Puzzled, Wang Zijia leapt atop a ruined building, surveyed the city, but didn’t sense any magical power fluctuation, let alone see any dust.

How could there be a fight in such a desolate and abandoned city without him noticing?

Still confused, Wang Zijia jumped back down to the street, telling the third ghost, "Lead the way!"

On hearing this, the third ghost was enveloped by a bit of ghost qi, shivered, and turned into a ghost shadow that drifted forward.

Watching this, Wang Zijia felt somewhat envious. Under normal circumstances, with the support of the Five Ghosts, he could also turn into a ghost for flight, but his incomplete Magic Door left many functions unusable.

He could barely enhance his physical body, let alone fully manifest the terrifying recovery ability of the Sinners. Transforming into a ghost was out of the question!

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, his body’s mana, which flowed like quicksand, fluctuated slightly, and his figure disappeared from its original location.

Having achieved stealth, Wang Zijia lightened his body and quickly caught up with the third ghost, with several other ghosts escorting Wang Zijia as they moved forward.

After sneaking around for a few minutes, the third ghost leading the way suddenly stopped and pointed at a relatively intact building in the ruins.

’Isn’t it supposed to be a fight?’

Wang Zijia paused, looked at the quiet abandoned attic with confusion, and carefully sneaked in.

"Pitter patter······"

"Hmmm······"