My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 146: Devil’s Feast

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Devil’s Feast

If this person didn’t turn out to be an anomaly, he would be that mortician known as "Feigns Difficulty in Flying," who is at the Perfected Realm, also known as Feigned Perfected.

As he spoke, he tossed the wine from his cup into the air. The liquor turned into a mist, enveloping everyone within the Great Hall. The few who were sober suddenly changed color. They couldn’t move, and they watched helplessly as the wine seeped into their mouths and their vision gradually blurred.

Wang Zijia looked at the fog-like atmosphere filling the room, his eyes lit up a bit. At that moment, of course, he dared not act recklessly and took in two deep breaths, as if drinking a good wine.

"Value +1023!"

"Good wine!"

"Delightful!"

"Let’s dance again!"

"······"

At this moment, various bold statements echoed throughout the Great Hall. It seemed like Wang Zijia had been transported back in time to a somewhat immortal family banquet taking place a thousand years ago.

"There must be food with wine for it to be delightful!"

As Feigned Perfected, who occupied the principal seat, spoke, delicious and exotic dishes floated in front of everyone.

Spiritual fruits and marrow, jade liquor flowed on the table continuously. The rich spiritual light almost filled the entire Great Hall, intensifying the aroma of the wine that wafted in the air.

The slightly tipsy crowd couldn’t wait to start eating.

Even Wang Zijia unconsciously picked up a fruit intending to put it in his mouth. But as he opened his mouth to take a bite, he smelled a thick stench of blood.

He paused, his eyes slightly glazed over.

Returning to the Sea of Consciousness, he saw several points of filthy essence weights forming and decisively exchanged everything.

When Wang Zijia came back to his senses, the spiritual light dissipated, and the thick smell of blood drenched his nostrils. Upon a closer look, what he was holding wasn’t a fruit at all, rather it was the meatball of fragmented meat from demonic creatures.

The fragmented meat was dark red and still wriggling slightly.

He looked down at the dishes in front of him only to find no jade liquor or exotic feasts from an immortal family.

The cup was filled with rotting red liquid, and the plates had remnants and broken arms from demons. Looking around, all the children here were eating these things, even holding severed human hands.

Everyone had blood smeared all over their faces from gnawing, their faces full of delight, praising the delicious taste. It was a real devil’s feast; one would think gluttons were gathering around.

What made Wang Zijia more astonished was that in the Great Hall, several coffins had appeared unexpectedly, some of the guests, having eaten their fill, were led by the manservant to go for a midway rest.

These people would follow and lay down in the coffins, and someone would carry them away.

In the Great Hall, the smell of blood had already masked the smell of the wine, everybody’s faces were smeared with blood, the sound of gnawing was incessant, it was like a demonic kiln.

Witnessing this scene, Wang Zijia sprung up in shock.

He glanced at Feigned Perfected sitting on the high platform, and for a moment, Wang Zijia once again felt as if he was somewhat illusory. Upon a closer examination, he found that even Feigned Perfected seemed to be slightly drunk now, lounging on his massive chair and continuing to binge on wine.

Wang Zijia was terrified in his heart, and lowered his head. The bloody meat was still moving in his hand, and a Fuwa Ghost Mouth with teeth all over emerged from his palm.

"Crunch, crunch!"

He swallowed a few chunks of meat in his hand, then started to grab other foods. Before the food could reach his mouth, they were all gulped down by the ghost mouth on his palm, leaving no traces.

"Gentlemen, having a banquet without the presence of immortals, wouldn’t it be less intriguing!"

At this moment, the half-drunk Feigned Perfected suddenly waved his hand. In this instant, Wang Zijia saw a piece of drawing paper flying out.

Everyone unconsciously looked up only to find the ceiling of the hall had disappeared. Within the clouds right in front of their eyes, an Immortal Family Attic emerged with a few immortals looking down from above.

"Would any of you like to discuss Dao with the heavens and the immortals?"

"I volunteer!"

"Choose me, Immortal!"

"..."

One by one they clamored, as if mad with desire.

Once chosen, they ascended into the sky to discuss Dao with the immortals, resting among the clouds when tired. They appeared to be true immortals as the clouds amassed and dispersed around them.

Wang Zijia lowered his head, once again exchanging the recent appearance of a few points of alcoholic value weights for a sky illusion. There was no such Immortal Family Attic anymore, instead, there was a Spiritual House and a vast array of paper coffins that made up the white clouds.

Each time someone was selected and they entered the Immortal Palace to discuss Dao. Wang Zijia watched as each, one by one, lay down contentedly and peacefully in the coffins.

He lowered his head even further, trying to reduce his presence. He was the only one in the entire great hall who had stayed sober. Gu Xuefeng, the Dao seed of the Sect, was also now gorging on the flesh and blood of demons.

During Wang Zijia’s anxiety, the banquet lasted a full four hours, and those who had once numbered hundreds in the Great Hall were now reduced to a mere few dozen.

Were it not for the fact that the master of the hall was a Perfected, a legendary Third-grade Mortician, and if he were just a sacrificial wine presenter, Wang Zijia would have already retreated.

"Today’s banquet is over, please gather for the Dharma Assembly tomorrow!"

With that sentence, the false Perfected quietly disappeared without a trace.

The remaining few dozen people, all completely engrossed in their roles, finally departed with satisfaction.

With faces smeared in blood and the occasional piece of fragmented meat on their clothes, they appeared rather horrifying, as if they had consumed a belly full of jade liquor, enjoying themselves to the fullest.

Wang Zijia blended in with the crowd and quietly left. As for Liu Chengyu, he had laid himself down in the coffin during the first rest and was carried away.

Wang Zijia was so worried about himself at the time that he didn’t have the energy to spare for him.

Once he quickly left the Fake Garden and returned to his Cave Mansion, Wang Zijia immediately closed the courtyard door.

"Phew..."

Only then did Wang Zijia finally breathe a sigh of relief.

At first, he thought of following the progression of the bizarre occurrences and if possible, not taking any risks, just going along with the Plot. However, now it seemed completely impossible.

The power within every gesture of the fake Perfected that day was beyond Wang Zijia’s ability to counter.

"Since the right way following the Plot is impassable, I have to see if I can take a shortcut and exploit loopholes!"

Wang Zijia thought for a long time, and in the end, decided to risk testing an idea for breaking the game that he had yesterday.

If he had waited until the Dharma Assembly tomorrow, who knows what the situation would be. All he knew for sure was that even if he used all his means, risking his life, he was absolutely no match for the fake Perfected.

No matter whether the opponent was a real Perfected or something strange, it was not something he could counter at present.

Once he made up his mind, Wang Zijia thought for a long time, and after figuring out how to respond, he moved his mind.

The ghost fog rose, and the Five Ghosts manifested and immediately vanished into the Void.

At that time, Wang Zijia looked at the sky, which was continuously gray, and could not tell whether it was morning or afternoon.

Wang Zijia did not hesitate anymore, took out the Cave Mansion Command, and activated it.

In a moment, a manservant rushed over and greeted Wang Zijia, saying, "Senior, did you call me here to extend the lease?"