My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 132: Intense Battle

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Intense Battle

As soon as he sneaked into the pavilion, Wang Zijia picked up on a peculiar sound.

"Senior Brother, you’re so annoying, you hurt me!"

"You little imp, before you were always saying..."

Wang Zijia: "..."

After progressing a couple more steps, Wang Zijia paused, feeling uneasy. This had to be a game of "fight the landlord" surely, such an intense fight...

Wang Zijia glanced at Sanwa next to him with a convulsing expression, wanting to say something but ultimately remaining silent.

Watching the tangled figures in the ruins of the pavilion, Wang Zijia admitted that Sanwa was right – the intensity of the battle was indeed high.

He quietly concealed himself on the sidelines and observed the battle critically.

The air was faintly permeated by a bizarre sweet and fishy smell. The two were sweating heavily from the combat, clearly having partaken in a long and gruelling battle.

’Hmm, this female cultivator is rather strong, very ruthless! Just this glaring light bulb makes my eyes dizzy!’

’This guy is not good enough, he only has a single fighting stance, there’s no variety, it diminishes the opponent’s experience, and it seriously lacks visual appeal!’

Wang Zijia inspected the situation critically, reviewing the fighters’ cultivation abilities.

The battle went on for over a quarter of an hour before it gradually quelled. This man didn’t show many moves, but his power was rather profound. He must have practised some kind of secret lock technique.

Watching as they began to sparsely dress themselves, Wang Zijia quietly turned to leave.

"Senior Brother, the Bone Soul Sect wants us to help out, should we go?" The attractive female cultivator asked through a pair of seductive eyes, her face showing a satisfied afterglow and blush.

"No. The tale of the Blood Demon Legacy has been passed around for so long, a senior brother laid waste to a Class A spiritual field years ago, but what did he find?"

The man’s passion from the fight had dissipated, leaving a cold indifference taking over his face.

His indifference seemed to shroud him completely, a stark contrast to his passionate self during the fight.

The moment Wang Zijia turned to leave, he stopped in his tracks and listened attentively.

"Alright, I’ll listen to you, Senior Brother!" The female cultivator smiled sweetly and continued, "I heard from some senior sisters in the sect that the conflict between Wanyu and the Bone Soul Sect has intensified over the years?"

"Hmm, they’re practically at each other’s throats," the man replied with a nod.

"But why? Surely it couldn’t be just to Eliminate Demons and Guard the Way, right?" The female cultivator frowned.

The man, having donned his clothes, replied indifferently, "I heard it started over something in the Lower Realm. After two hundred years of fighting and no result, the conflict gradually extended to other areas."

"..."

The two casual conversations ended, and they prepared to leave again.

Looking at the two wearing the Flying Immortal Sect’s attire, yet utilizing the dual cultivation method of the Joyful Demon Sect, which held an equal reputation to the Bone Soul Sect, Wang Zijia fell silent.

And their conversation had drawn his attention even more.

’The struggle between the sect and the Bone Soul Sect has become this intense? It didn’t seem that way in the sect. Not even a major mobilization for battlefield tasks occurred. The decision to undertake battlefield tasks was entirely up to one’s feelings.’

Lost in thought, Wang Zijia took out a peculiar communication charm, which he had sealed with the Sealing Spirit Technique.

He held the charm and sensed it for a moment. He didn’t detect anything. After hesitating for a while, he decided not to break the seal and stored it away again.

He looked at the two people who had already disappeared. Wang Zijia didn’t care anymore and headed in another direction.

Within two days, Wang Zijia had already scavenged as much as possible from his surroundings. He didn’t linger and headed straight for the next resource point, Flesh Field: Poison Frog Kiln.

After hastening for half a day, Wang Zijia came to a massive swamp.

The thick foul smell permeated his nostrils. In the vast swamp area, silt occasionally bubbled up, exuding bubbles of gas.

The faint poisonous mist spread, mingling with waves of stench, covering the entire Poison Frog Swamp in a slight haze of poisonous gas, making the environment extremely inhospitable.

Because this Flesh Field wasn’t part of the currently ripe area, the entire swamp was quiet, devoid of any human activity. The poisonous mist miasma was several times denser than when it first spawned, pervading the entirety of the swamp.

Looking at the murky poisonous mist, Wang Zijia didn’t have the slightest disdain but was rather a little expectant.

"Sssss...."

As soon as he stepped into the mist-ridden area, Wang Zijia’s heart sank a little. From the surface of his energy shield, the constant sound of corrosion could be heard. Wisps of green smoke ascended, and occasionally crystalline beads would appear on the shield before quickly disappearing.

"Are you kidding me, this is another strong acid corrosive poison? Can’t it be a different type? How am I going to clear this field?"

The still hopeful Wang Zijia, extended a magical silk thread.

"Sssss...."

As the thread was instantly corroded, a small wound, letting out wisp of green smoke, formed on Wang Zijia’s hand from a bit of poison that was carried back by it.

"+1 value!"

Frowning, he exchanged the toxin, yielding a result comparable to that in the Blood Dragon Abyss.

If he had ample time, and came at it slowly, indeed a considerable value could be converted. But when compared to Wang Zijia’s current scavenging gains, there simply wasn’t a comparison, not even to those in the Blood Dragon Abyss.

Moreover, he still had to visit quite a few resource points, possibly making rounds of all of them. He simply didn’t have the time for long-term camping here.

So after initially determining that he couldn’t complete the ground-cleaning task here in the short term, Wang Zijia no longer hesitated, cautiously stepping forward, charging into the swamp.

The silt of the entire swamp, much like the Blood Water in the Blood Dragon Abyss, was full of corrosives. The air had an even higher concentration of corrosive toxins, and subsidence could occur at any moment at his feet.

Therefore, Wang Zijia’s progress was not fast. After carefully feeling his way around for a good while, he managed to find his way to the heart of the swamp.

There lay a strange mound, or rather a wriggling silt cluster standing upright like a mountain of flesh.

The mound was entirely made of wriggling silt constantly sliding downwards. It resembled a toad, its surface covered in uneven bumps.

Wang Zijia came to the location of the toad’s head. Here, a large cave was present, resembling the gaping mouth of the toad, as if waiting for food to find its way home.

This was another spiritual object flesh field in the Hundred Demon Bewitching Domain: Poison Frog Kiln. It was capable of producing Poison Gu Class C+ spiritual items, especially suitable for Foundation Establishment gu masters.

Wang Zijia was momentarily hesitant at the cave’s entrance, but then he stepped into the cave.

The cave was nothing like the mound outside, it was devoid of any silt and rather dry. The entrance was formed from dark reddish-brown rock, and it was hard.

With Wang Zijia’s further exploration, the color of the cave walls began to lighten, gradually approaching the pink color of flesh, and the texture slowly softened.

"Thump thump...."

As the sound of a heartbeat gradually echoed in his ears, Wang Zijia found the surrounding cave had turned pink; the footing felt soft, and the cavern was slightly writhing, as if he was walking in the esophagus of some creature.