My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 152 Swordsman, Scholar, Fairy Maiden

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Swordsman, Scholar, Fairy Maiden

Feature Three: Substitution of real and fake, ultimate deception.

Restriction: To mimic a specific level, you need to seal the corresponding level of power into the back cover of the book.

If you need to pretend to be a "Perfected One", you must at least seal a third-rank talisman into the back cover of the book to disguise it. Of course, you can also seal in a third-class spiritual object, spiritual tool, and so on.

Theoretically, it can only possess its image, not its spirit. In other words, it can only create counterfeits, and it’s difficult to make the fake become real, possessing the corresponding strength.

The spiritual tools of the current level only support up to the Perfected Realm. A one-level disguise can be trained to be real. For instance, if a child stage is disguised as a wine monk, it will have some capabilities of a wine monk and not be wholly fake.

The amount of strength you possess depends on the spiritual object you seal, and the consumption also originates from the spiritual object.

As for the strength of the disguise, that is, the difficulty for others to tell if it’s real or fake, it depends on the object sealed in the front cover of the book. This object doesn’t look at the strength of spirituality, just the ranking. The higher the rank of the item sealed in the front of the book, the harder it is for people to see through your disguise when you are under it.

Theoretically, it can disguise anything, including but not limited to cultivation, physique, spiritual roots, and even characters.

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After a long time of sorting out, Wang Zijia barely understood the power of this spiritual tool. Function one and two were easy to understand, but function three was a bit complicated.

It’s probably about disguising the magic tool. But this disguise is conditional; if the conditions are met, it can also become real.

The items sealed on the back cover of the book determine the level of your disguised identity, while the items sealed on the front of the book decide which level of people you can deceive.

Wait, is it just dependent on the ranking?

If I seal some of the Balance Gold Light inside, wouldn’t even a real immortal not realize I’m faking it, as long as I don’t act?

Probably not possible, after all, it is just a third-class utensil. But it’s undeniable that as a Tao fruit, the Balanced Scale should have the highest ranking.

In the midst of his thoughts, the book appeared before his eyes. On the azure-black book, there were several stains of blood.

As Wang Zijia’s mind moved, the blood stains on the book wriggled and transformed into a heart-shaped blood-colored crystal. It was the thing used to encapsulate the fake Perfected One earlier, and also the source of the previous spiritual tool’s power.

Wang Zijia sensed it for a moment. This was actually a Blood God’s Heart of the Perfected Realm, that is, a third-rank level Blood Droplet.

The fake Perfected One used it to cover the book, obviously valuing the high ranking of the Blood Sea Creature behind the Blood Droplet.

Wang Zijia had seen this in the inheritance’s memory, so combining all the information, he roughly understood it.

After losing the crystal, the book transformed into an extremely ordinary book.

With a single thought from Wang Zijia, the Red Copper Weight appeared.

Then he pointed the book at the Balance in the sky, drew its golden light, and along with the Red Copper Weight, sealed it into the book cover.

Remarkably, the book shone brightly, and the whole image began a total transformation.

With Wang Zijia’s mana infecting it, the pitch-black cover changed to a crimson color, looking just like a blood jade jadeite jade book.

On the front cover of the book, a Golden Balance materialized, with a Red Copper Weight on it. The entire book emitted an aura of nobility and sanctity, far from resembling a third-class spiritual tool, but more like an immortal tool.

If you don’t open the book to reveal the mysterious painting inside and the heavy ominous atmosphere, no one would notice that this book almost turned bizarre—it’s an eerie Ming Device.

Without waiting for Wang Zijia to continue organizing the information, he felt the book tremble.

"Is this... the outside world?"

With a single thought from Wang Zijia, he immediately exited the space.

At this time, he found that he didn’t know when he had left the market square and was in a closed, pitch-dark space. The entire space was like a coffin, rectangular and extremely spacious inside, like a bomb shelter.

At this moment, in addition to Wang Zijia, thousands of coffin-like book pages circled around him. The entire space was continually trembling, as if some colossal force was impacting it.

As the space vibrated, some book pages also started to shake.

"Bang·····"

A loud noise echoed as the book pages exploded, and a figure fell from the shattered book page, quivered for a moment, and eventually fainted.

"Bang...Bang..."

This seemed to open a chain reaction, and pages of books burst one after another, and figures fell out, both alive and dead. Most of them, even if alive, fainted immediately after falling.

Wang Zijia immediately restored his original appearance, and even turned the five spiritual objects he got from the Mysterious Domain into a page and integrated it into the book, leaving behind only a slender flesh sprout he got from the Blood Dragon Abyss, and then quietly laid there among them.

"Ugh!" As the first conscious person fell out, Gu Xue Feng appeared. He began to vomit subconsciously, and the smell of blood, stench, and sour smell filled the entire space instantly.

"Ugh······"

"Damn it······"

At this moment, like a chain reaction, those who hadn’t fainted immediately started vomiting in various ways.

Obviously, they remembered what they had done before after they woke up, or at least had a vague impression.

Before everyone continued, the swaying of the space had reached its limit.

"Crack······"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, a sound like peeling off and cracking echoed in everyone’s ears.

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In the outside world, in the core area of the Hundred Demon Bewitching Domain, Class A Spirit Field: on Nanfei Coffin Square, many wriggling flesh and blood coffins were being forcibly suppressed by three figures.

One scholar, one swordsman, one fairy maiden.

The three of them had astonishing auras, and they floated in mid-air without any support, obviously not wine monks.

At this moment, the three of them attacked in unison, constantly assaulting the ancient, blood-red coffin in the center of the square, which hadn’t been there originally.

Looking at the situation around, this kind of attack seemed to have been going on for a while.

"Crack!"

With a cracking sound, the expressions of the three people shook, and they launched another strong attack at the same time.

"Bang!"

With the attack of the three, the ancient, blood-red coffin exploded, and thousands of living or dead figures appeared in the square.

Seeing the clear situation, the three of them simultaneously furrowed their brows, and the fairy maiden waved her hands, and a faint magical power fluctuation spread out.

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With his eyes closed, Wang Zijia felt the whole air-raid shelter-like space shattered, and they appeared on a square. Outside the space, it seemed like someone was solemnly watching them.

Before Wang Zijia continued to pretend to faint, a wave of mana swept over him. His body shook, his breath erupted, and his whole body uncontrollably flickered spiritual light. In front of all the disciples, he slowly floated up, with the inheritance rune on his forehead flashing constantly.

The terrified Wang Zijia quietly opened a slit in his eyes and saw a middle-aged man looking at him with a half-smiling face.

Wang Zijia subconsciously closed his eyes again and played the ostrich.