My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 169: Circle [Seeking Monthly Ticket]

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Circle [Seeking Monthly Ticket]

Wang Zijia fell silent for a moment. He was already a man of few words, and now that his status had changed, he had become even more aloof, thus he didn’t utter half a sentence.

"Uncle Martial, do you still want to continue trading with this disciple?" After a period of silence, Ji Chao managed to recover his composure and asked.

"Can you get a second-grade Fire Jade Marrow?" Wang Zijia enquired.

"Yes!" Ji Chao nodded vigorously, his face full of anticipation as he looked at Wang Zijia.

"Then, what is the price for a second-grade Talisman-level Magma Fireball here?" Wang Zijia asked.

Ji Chao didn’t respond immediately, instead pondering for a moment before speaking, "Most second-grade talismans range from tens to hundreds of magic money. Although the Molten Fireball is a secret of the Dao Law Court, it is still a regular talisman. Therefore, I can only offer you the market price, about eighty magic money for each talisman."

The consumable second-grade talismans were still within the price control range of the Sect. As for ordinary talismans, this price was already sky-high unless the talismans, such as the Essence Blood talisman, or the advanced hybrid talisman like the Five Ghosts Talisman, could be made by Wang Zijia.

No, to make a Five Ghosts Talisman, even if it is a one-time consumable, a single talisman would not suffice. It requires a talisman weapon to bear the load. Moreover, even if you managed to summon five idiotic ghost beings, there would still be too many considerations involved.

In short, for a talisman like Wang Zijia’s, where the Nine Techniques fuse to boost the power of the Molten Fireball, the price would not be high. Only talisman weapons that carry a complete set of magic law, even if they are one-time consumables, would sell for several hundred magic money.

But correspondingly, they were also quite labor-intensive to make and the cost was not minor.

"Alright, let’s continue with this process then. I’m too lazy to find an extra channel for sales, but I cannot guarantee the number of talismans per month in the future." Wang Zijia pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Ji Chao happily responded, "It’s fine, it doesn’t matter. As long as you have time, Uncle Martial, just hand over the talismans you made to this disciple."

For someone from a small family lineage like him, every relation with a Sacrificial Wine was a great opportunity which could potentially take years to nurture. Let alone a genius disciple like Wang Zijia.

After finalizing, Wang Zijia threw out a storage bag saying, "Additionally, I have some random stuff this time, see if it’s convenient for you to handle it. If it’s not, I’ll find someone else."

Upon hearing this, Ji Chao carefully picked up the storage bag placed on the table, taken from a bird by Wang Zijia, and inspected it closely.

"These items are not hard to handle. They’re all just everyday spiritual objects. Their scale is just quite small and they’re fairly disorganized, so I can only sell them retail. It will take this disciple a few days." Ji Chao responded after analyzing.

Wang Zijia nodded and said, "No problem. Just give me an approximate price and keep a certain amount of magic money for me. If it’s too much or too little, you can adjust later."

"Alright!" Ji Chao agreed almost immediately. After a quick inventory check, he said, "How about I first give you six thousand magic money?"

"Okay!" Wang Zijia agreed straightforwardly. He had been almost driven mad by his poverty and was in dire need of magic money.

After they completed their trade, Wang Zijia was ready to leave.

But just when he jumped to the window, preparing to depart, Ji Chao couldn’t help but speak out, "Uncle Martial Li!"

"What is it?" Wang Zijia turned around, intrigued.

"Do you have any spiritual objects, elixirs, utensils, or any other resources that could help with breakthroughs, Uncle Martial? Or even possible contacts would do!" Ji Chao looked at Wang Zijia with hopeful eyes.

Wang Zijia fell silent for a moment before asking, "How much magic money do you have?"

Ji Chao was stunned, then his face filled with joy as he said, "Fourteen thousand in Dao Kung and seven thousand in magic money. If I grit my teeth, I should be able to scrape together about ten thousand."

Twenty-four thousand?

He could consider creating a Charm Summon for him, but there was no hurry right now. Even if he were in dire straits, he couldn’t just casually toss out a Charm Summon.

Leaving aside the various issues of preciousness, the fact that he could only form ten Charm Summons at present posed a problem. If this fellow used it up but took a long time to become an official Sacrificial Wine, effectively occupying one quota for a prolonged period, that would be a huge loss for him!

"What if I give you all your Foundation Building Pills?" Wang Zijia pondered for a moment, then asked.

"I’ll figure that out later. As long as you can get the corresponding spiritual objects, Uncle Martial, I will certainly offer my magic money." Ji Chao held back his excitement and quickly responded.

"I will ask around, but I can’t guarantee anything." Upon finishing his words, Wang Zijia didn’t linger any longer and flew out of the window.

Ji Chao watched Wang Zijia leave, lost in thought for a long time, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes.

A connection with a genius from the Dao Law Court in the Sect, who had also been promoted to Sacrificial Wine, was far superior to his family’s standing.

Even if Wang Zijia hadn’t directly agreed, the fact that he didn’t refuse outright when dealing with someone like him was indicative of his interest.

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Having left the South District, confirming that he wasn’t being followed, Wang Zijia flew back to the Fu Tower.

He put away his storage bag, and then ended his work for the day and returned home.

As he arrived in the Biyi Court via driving his Paper Kite, Wang Zijia was slightly taken aback.

He swiftly descended and found himself amidst a courtyard full of people, leaving him slightly at a loss.

"He’s back, he’s back!"

Someone shouted, and Wang Zijia was instantly surrounded by a crowd.

"Brother-in-law, have you really been specially appointed as a second-class teacher?"

"Sixteenth nephew-in-law, I saw the notification from the top today saying that you have upgraded to a Dao Seed. Is it true?"

"You old thing, the news from the Scripture Pavilion could never be fake!"

"Noble nephew, why didn’t you let us know about such a big event as becoming a Dao Seed?"

"Right, right, we’re all family here, yet we couldn’t assist in any way."

"It’s all due to Sixteen’s good eye; she’s picked a Dao Seed. Our Xiang family is finally going to see daylight!"

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The people around, old and young, male and female, all looked at Wang Zijia with overly enthusiastic eyes.

Listening to the cacophony around him, Wang Zijia had a moment of comprehension.

It seemed the official announcement had been released. This crowd must mostly comprise Wang Zijia’s distant family, such as the various aunts and uncles from the Xiang family whom he hadn’t interacted with much before.

"All of you, step back! This disorder is simply disgraceful, and it’s enough to make people laugh at our Dao Seed." Before Wang Zijia could reply, a scolding voice rang out from behind the crowd.

The excited people immediately quieted down and spontaneously opened up a rather large path.

Xiang Feifei was seen escorting an energetic middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties towards Wang Zijia.

The man was entirely grey-haired, but his face was not old in appearance, rather appearing in his early fifties. However, his body emanated a waning aura, as if he were exhausted.

As Wang Zijia turned around, he immediately recognized the man. Although he hadn’t met him in person, he had seen his image, and promptly showed his respect. "Great Uncle, don’t say so. You’re flattering this young one!"

The man who arrived was the pillar of the Xiang family: Great Uncle Xiang Zhe, a clan elder, who had used a Class C spiritual object to make the attempt to break through to Sacrificial Wine but had failed.