My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 162 - Are You Crazy? Trying to Steal the Sect-suppressing Treasure?

Chapter 162: Chapter 162 - Are You Crazy? Trying to Steal the Sect-suppressing Treasure?

"Alright, let’s go!" Upon hearing this, Wang Zijia nodded and agreed.

Bo Zhi led Wang Zijia through many areas until they reached an incredibly magnificent, simple, and large hall.

Contrary to Wang Zijia’s expectations of being greeted by crowds of people or being scrutinized by several Great Cultivator ritualists, Bo Zhi brought him directly into the Great Hall, to a spacious room of about ten square meters.

The room was empty except for a meditation cushion at the center. The setting of the room with a typical quiet room, with a faint sandalwood scent pervading it, gave the whole room a sense of Zen.

"Senior Brother, after you enter, you don’t need to worry about anything. Empty your mind and just enter tranquility," Bo Zhi opened the door, stood at the entrance, and gestured Wang Zijia to enter.

Wang Zijia nodded, carefully stepped into the room, and Bo Zhi lightly closed the door behind him with a smile and a gesture of respect.

Wang Zijia took a look at the simple quiet room and then carefully sat on the meditation cushion.

The moment he sat down, Wang Zijia subconsciously tensed his entire body, his whole being was very tense.

Before Wang Zijia could sense anything, he suddenly felt weightless as countless streaming lights bombarded his mind, plunging him into a daze.

It might have been an instant, or perhaps countless years had passed, when the golden balance in his mind abruptly swayed.

Wang Zijia suddenly woke up, although his eyes were still closed, but he saw clearly that he was currently floating in the room and countless streaming lights filled the room, rushing in and out of his body like stars.

With every in and out, a light spot would change from colorless to another color, mostly brownish-yellow and blood red.

The ceiling of the room had disappeared at some point and was replaced by a starry mirror-like surface from which these streaming lights were being projected.

As the streaming lights kept forging deeper into his body, it seemed as though they were going to thoroughly penetrate him.

In a split second, Wang Zijia felt a light spot randomly rushing into his spiritual roots.

The Red Copper Weight reacted suddenly due to stress, and with the fluctuations of the innate techniques, it dyed that light spot into its shape under the astonished gaze of Wang Zijia, then flew out without any anomalies, flowing back towards the starry mirror in the sky.

Following the flow-back of the light spot, Wang Zijia felt a familiar sensation, which was the feeling of being able to infect a target with the demon seed.

This... you were the one who found it, it has nothing to do with me!

What surprised Wang Zijia the most was that this confirmed a guess he had previously made.

The demon seed power changed by the Tao fruit could indeed go undetected by ordinary means, just as he had guessed. If he could solve the initial issue of how to insert it into the target’s body, planting a demon seed across levels would not be a problem at all!

Could there be anything more powerful than a sect-suppressing treasure? This item could be stolen by his demon seed without notice...

He suppressed his slightly crazy thoughts, made no other moves, letting the light spot quietly lurk as if nothing had happened.

About a quarter of an hour later, the streaming light stopped moving and rows of information gradually appeared on the mirror surface.

Cultivation: Child at the Peak

Level: Top-Grade Spiritual Root

Affiliation: Earth, Blood (Has unique variations, highly likely to manifest talent in the future)

Physique: Pure, virtually no pollution, an extremely rare pure Dao Body.

Mind: Excellent

Evaluation: A

Suggestion: Potential for a Dao Seed, can be enrolled.

As the information emerged, the starry mirror gently spun, and a mechanical voice suddenly rang out.

"Is Wang Zijia your real name?"

Wang Zijia, who was watching all this with his eyes closed, suddenly felt an instinctive urge to subconsciously answer the other party.

"Yes!"

He did not suppress this urge, letting his instincts drive him.

"Before joining the Wanyu Sect, did you join any other factions?"

"No!"

"Is there any connection with the demon sects like Bone Soul Sect?"

At this moment, Wang Zijia immediately suppressed his instinctual impulses and took the initiative to speak, "No!"

The mirror spun slightly, without detecting any abnormalities; it once again spoke, "Any sins committed?"

"No!"

"..."

Seeing this, Wang Zijia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the exchange took a quarter of an hour.

After the mirror finished its inquiry, it flashed again a few times, seemingly doing something unknown.

After a long time, Wang Zijia quietly landed back on the ground and resumed sitting on the meditation cushion.

The mirror on the room’s ceiling quietly disappeared, and the streaming light in the room also followed by disappearing, the room returned to its original state.

"Creak!"

At this point, the door of the room was opened, Wang Zijia "came to senses" with a blank expression.

"What has happened?"

"Congratulations Senior Brother, you have passed the identity verification registration. In as short as ten days, or as long as one month, your relevant information will be updated," Bo Zhi conveyed to Wang Zijia’s reaction as if it was not unexpected.

Wang Zijia snapped back to reality with a stunned expression and asked, "That’s it?"

"That’s it, Senior Brother you can go back now," Bo Zhi replied.

Upon hearing these words, Wang Zijia appeared somewhat dazed and left the administrative office.

Just after returning to Biyi Court, a disciple handed him a finely crafted jade box, rushing over on a paper kite.

When Wang Zijia opened it for a look, it was the Dao Seed benefits he had applied for: The Class A spiritual object compensation had finally arrived.

Thus, he was almost certain that the entire audit of his Dao Seed was finally completed.

Wang Zijia observed the sky, it was noon. He didn’t go to work, but went into his room and started making all kinds of preparations.

...

During more than a month, Wang Zijia was extremely honest, he didn’t even do anything to earn extra money. Even this month’s deal with Ji Chao was rejected by Wang Zijia.

He used the money in his hands to buy a large amount of Explosive Spirit Pill materials and asked Bai Qian to work overtime for alchemy.

The proficiency level Alchemy technique, with almost no profit, buying the materials was almost the same as buying his own Elixir.

Wang Zijia spent all his magic money and Dao Kung, all the Explosive Spirit Pills he had made were converted entirely into value by Wang Zijia and deposited into his spiritual roots as reserves for the breakthrough.

Spiritual roots: Special Earth-Blood Spiritual root (Medium-grade 6.4/500 thousand)

Taiji: 8532

Magic money: 35

Dao Kung: 70

...

By late night, in the basement,

Wang Zijia took out the Foundation Building Pill, spiritual objects, and various other things he had prepared. After elaborately inspecting himself and feeling he was adequately prepared, he took a deep breath to calm his mind.

After a long time, Wang Zijia suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his own Great Mastery Nine Arts.

The five techniques of Clay Control, Molten Fireball, Clay Activation, Clay Shape-shifting Stealth Technique, and Spiritual Power Shaping were already initially connected, tempered, and nourished. The remaining task was to construct these five techniques into a structure.

Followed by Melting Crystal Property Change, Ethereal Crystal Shield, Shooting Star Blink, and Blood Droplet four techniques to add flesh to the structure.

A second-order method was formed by integrating the strength of nine techniques and smelting into a Dao foundation.

There were three choices here, different choices, different fundamentals, determined the strength of Dao foundation and its uniqueness. Also constructed the nine grades of Dao foundation, the amazingly vast difference between the first grade of saint and the cut-off future of ninth grade.