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Chapter 158: You Can’t Crave Buddha’s Feet at the Last Moment in matters of Human Sentiment and Accident!

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: You Can’t Crave Buddha’s Feet at the Last Moment in matters of Human Sentiment and Accident!

But there was a problem with escalating the matter, what if there was a big shot in the third stage lurking in the shadows... Ironically, he could just happen to be in the line of fire. This could easily lead to a situation where he not only fails to report the matter but instead becomes an informant.

No, there was no need for him to coincidentally stumble upon it should an Inner Sect elder of the third stage genuinely be turned against them.

The other party would definitely pay close attention to this, perhaps even taking charge of the situation to work against them. If they discovered that such information had been reported, they would definitely be fiercely intercepted. In such a setup, the cliched plot from the book could end up becoming inevitable.

"Alas, my strength is still too weak, or maybe it would’ve been simpler if I had enough connections! Wait, enough connections?" A lightbulb went off in Wang Zijia’s head as a naughty thought popped into his mind.

"Apparently... this doesn’t seem impossible? But I will wait until the wind dies down in a few days to act." After a while, Wang Zijia’s eyes shone brighter and brighter.

...

The next morning, as usual, Wang Zijia got up early and practiced fist exercises with Bai Qian, Xiang Feifei, and others in the courtyard.

"Taiji value +30!"

With the consumption of a Wisdom Heart Pill, Wang Zijia found that compared to the previously accrued less than twenty value, he had miraculously gained more than ten extra points today.

Astonished for a moment, he felt a flicker in his mind from the spiritual tool: the False Dao True Zhuge Scripture book. His gaze was faintly twinkling.

Was this the result of the inheritance magical tool’s inheritance effect?

It seemed to be the most rudimentary effect. No wonder they all were certain yesterday that, with his sixteen-year-old great mastery of the five techniques, he could quickly complete the preparations for the remaining four techniques and begin his advancement to sacrificial wine.

"Sir, here are the ingredients you asked for." After breakfast, Bai Qian handed Wang Zijia a lunch box.

Wang Zijia looked at the surface of the box that was somehow sealed with a spiritual light, and asked in surprise, "Why is it sealed today...?"

While taking the lunch box and speaking, he waved his hand to open the lunch box. Seeing this, Bai Qian was at a loss for words.

Wang Zijia’s words abruptly stopped. A foul smell rushed to his nose. The smell was very intense and purely stinky.

"What is this?" Wang Zijia blankly paused for a moment, then expressed his confusion.

What he ordered was dark cuisine, not a biochemical weapon!!!

"Dried Fish!" Bai Qian said with some excitement and gleaming in her eyes, "Don’t mind the strong smell, sir, it’s miraculous when you taste it."

Wang Zijia, "..."

He always felt that if things continued this way, Bai Qian would wander further and further down a road of no return. Perhaps one day the pills she shaped would...

Forget it, I better not think about this. It’s a bit scary.

"Okay, I trust your cooking skills!" Wang Zijia casually responded before hurriedly sealing the lunch box and heading to Fu Tower.

...

"Good morning, senior brother Wang!"

"Morning!"

"Morning, senior brother!"

"Morning!"

"..."

All the disciples, seeing that Wang Zijia had come to work, greeted him warmly. Wang Zijia replied to each one.

"Did everything go smoothly on brother Wang’s trip?" An Xingsheng walked into the Talisman Creation Room with Wang Zijia, handing over a book while asking.

Wang Zijia took the book from him, sat down, opened it, and replied while flipping through the pages, "It was fairly smooth, did anything happen over the past half month?"

"Nothing much really, it’s just that the assessment time is approaching, and brother Yuan was getting anxious, especially because you were absent for half a month." An Xingsheng responded.

Of the ten disciples currently being taught by Wang Zijia, only a disciple surnamed Yuan is still struggling to get his foot in the door with talisman technique, the rest have already attained basic proficiency.

Someone like Xi Ling who had a broad knowledge of all the techniques and had earned enough value to perfect them to a certain level was almost close to mastering them. Therefore, his anxiety was understandable.

Having not worked for half a month and with less than twenty days until the assessment, it was time for one last push.

With these thoughts in his mind, Wang Zijia calmly nodded, "Alright, let’s arrange a class for the afternoon."

"Okay, I’ll send a notice right away." An Xingsheng replied.

Wang Zijia looked at An Xingsheng and asked, "Anything else?"

"No big issues, it’s just that yesterday the Bai family member came to our tower and said that when you have time, to let him know so he could come and pay a visit." An Xingsheng’s facial expression seemed oddly as he looked at Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia was confused for a moment before remembering who An Xingsheng was talking about.

"Are you talking about the teaching brother who was transferred to Fu Tower after me?" Wang Zijia asked.

"Yes!" An Xingsheng nodded, "This teaching brother is a bit weird. Everyone in the tower wants to curry favor with him, but he has always been indifferent. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he suddenly came to us yesterday."

Wang Zijia’s eyes flickered, "Did he come last morning or afternoon?"

"In the evening, just before closing time." An Xingsheng looked at Wang Zijia confused, "What’s the matter, brother? Is there a problem?"

Wang Zijia casually shook his head, "No problem at all, let him come if he wants."

"Ah?..." An Xingsheng was taken aback by Wang Zijia’s attitude and asked, "How should we deal with it?"

"Deal with what? Should I beat a gong and drum for a colleague who wants to drop by? Would offering him a cup of tea be too much?" Wang Zijia replied, "Indeed, offering a cup of tea would be quite decent."

An Xingsheng: "..."

"Okay, if there’s nothing else you should go and make the announcement. We haven’t had classes in over a half month, let’s cover more material today." As Wang Zijia looked at the somewhat stunned An Xingsheng, he dismissed him.

"Ah, oh, okay, I’ll take care of it right away." As An Xingsheng came to his senses, he bowed to Wang Zijia and hurried out.

After leaving the Talisman Creation Room and carefully closing the door, An Xingsheng glimpsed through the gap at Wang Zijia, who was browsing the book. Suddenly, An Xingsheng felt that Wang Zijia, whom he hadn’t seen for half a month, seemed to have entirely changed.

...

In the afternoon, Wang Zijia arrived at the Lecture Hall. The moment he stepped into the room, he was taken aback.

Nothing else, there were just too many people.

In addition to his ten original disciples and seven or eight extra ones who were auditing the class, there were more than a dozen unfamiliar faces sitting in the back of the hall.

Among these people, Wang Zijia hardly recognized anyone. Naturally, he knew some of them from the information he’d received; they should be the official teaching brothers of their Fu Tower.

The three people who were at the center of this group of over a dozen people were all emanating the aura of sacrificial wine. One of them, an old man at the pinnacle of sacrificial wine, wasn’t a stranger; he was the master of their Fu Tower, Wang Zijia’s boss.

Seeing such pomp and ceremony, Wang Zijia instinctively stopped when he walked into the room, looked back at the door, and made sure that he didn’t go into the wrong Lecture Hall.

"What’s going on?" Wang Zijia saw An Xingsheng who had trotted forward and asked in a low voice.