My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 170: Clan [Request for Monthly Tickets]

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Clan [Request for Monthly Tickets]

"Good, very good!" Seeing Wang Zijia speak this way, Great Uncle Xiang Zhe was filled with excitement, looking at Wang Zijia and saying, "Little Eleven’s discernment really is a poison, no wonder he was running up and down in the clan a while ago, it appears my vision is short-sighted."

"The matter of Feifei previously applying for a loan was my fault, don’t take it to heart. If you really want to blame someone, blame this old man," he said.

The grandfather of Xiang Feifei, the manager of Wanyu Talisman Pavilion, ranked eleventh in the Xiang clan.

"Great Uncle, please don’t say anymore. In the past six months, I am well aware of the kindness shown to me by the Xiang family. I will not be ungrateful," Wang Zijia said, bowing again in respect.

He was clear on how the Xiang family and Xiang Feifei treated him. Having the Balanced Scale, he didn’t expect to rely on any family in the future, and thus, his initial thoughts about the Xiang family had never changed.

He certainly wouldn’t say he would compensate for anything completely, but he was open to the normal respects and maintaining relations.

Moreover, being alone, he needed some clan members to protect his interests. This was a completely win-win situation.

The only reason this Great Uncle had this attitude was because in this win-win situation, the Xiang family had no say. It was possible for Wang Zijia to approach any family. They didn’t have any basis to retain him.

"Don’t be like this, you are already a Dao Seed now, your future is promising. As long as you remember our Xiang family, that’s all. As for Feifei... if you are willing, you can take another attendant," Xiang Zhe said, looking at Xiang Feifei.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Feifei didn’t refute anything, she just lowered her head, silent, just like when they first met.

Wang Zijia knew that speaking more about such matters wouldn’t help, his politeness would probably make this large family even more uneasy.

After all, the circle of the Xiang family wasn’t high. A Dao Seed was rather a stretch, a high stretch at that.

"Feifei, why don’t you introduce me?" said Wang Zijia, shifting the topic.

Xiang Feifei, feeling a little embarrassed, nodded her head and started the introductions.

There were more than a hundred members, high and low, of the Xiang family. There were hundreds in the sect, almost all of them gathered in the Biyi Court that day. The vast courtyard was densely packed, and there were still many people at the gate.

Xiang Feifei introduced Wang Zijia to a circle of her father’s peers. She didn’t introduce the rest because there were simply too many people and there was no room.

After the large group of people had finally left, many of them said they wanted to host some sort of celebration for Wang Zijia. Just hearing it made Wang Zijia feel a headache.

Eventually, they compromised. The Xiang family could host the event, but his attendance was optional.

In fact, this didn’t matter. Since he had agreed to it, he at least should have shown up to greet everyone otherwise he might seem too arrogant. If that were the case, he would have been better off not agreeing to it at all.

Of course, Wang Zijia wasn’t really disgusted with this. As stated before, if the attitude of the Xiang family was off in the past, that would have been another story.

Now, as long as it wasn’t too troublesome, he was willing to show some face to the Xiang family, and to improve their image in front of the various familiar clans. Wang Zijia wasn’t against these small matters.

However, if someone were to exploit his reputation, he would not be tolerant. With the current situation of the Xiang family, if someone were to stir up trouble, they would be more tense than Wang Zijia himself.

He had fully understood this in his previous life.

Moreover, with his current situation, being affiliated with a small clan like the Xiang family might be better.

...

"Whew..." In the evening, after sending away the last Great Uncle, Wang Zijia finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He had never experienced this sort of big fuss with a bunch of aunts and uncles in his two lives. They were all so enthusiastic, putting a lot of pressure on Wang Zijia.

"I didn’t know they were coming, so I couldn’t discuss it with you ahead of time," Xiang Feifei said, hearing Wang Zijia’s sigh.

"No problem, it’s my fault. I should have told you ahead of time," Wang Zijia said with an indulgent smile.

In his previous life, during his peak, he fantasized about a partner with whom he could have a grand and resolute love, going forward without any hesitation. At the very least, through ups and downs, she would be determined to marry none but him.

But all he got was, "Do you have a car?"

"Do you have a house?"

"Well, you must have savings!"

After encountering many materialistic girls, he thought he was unlucky not to have ever met a person like Xiang Feifei. She might already be extinct, or perhaps he just had never come across even one willing to struggle alongside him for a common future.

Because of these experiences, his expectations of his other half were really low.

He didn’t seek for grand love but for mutual understanding and blandness. If she could accompany him during tough times, that would be great, but if she couldn’t, it wouldn’t be a problem either.

Under these expectations, suddenly encountering someone like Xiang Feifei, she brought the whole family to help him out, regardless of whether it was due to his potential or something else. At the very least, when she first saw him, he didn’t have even the slightest bit of wealth, even though his potential was obvious; this was beyond doubt.

Compared to those straightforward demands for money, it cost her a lot of effort to invest in him as a potential stock; he could totally accept that.

Plus, after getting along for half a year now, he was gradually getting used to and accepting it.

Having a wife like this was enough. As someone with the Balanced Scale, he didn’t need a heavenly Miss perfect from a wealthy immortal family.

Xiang Feifei stuck out her tongue and said, "I was quite scared today. In the afternoon, my identity card exploded and the news just never stopped. My teaching Senior Brother also suddenly changed his attitude, being unusually caring and concerned in the afternoon."

"Being a Dao Seed is just a fancy title. If you can hold this treatment after becoming a sacrificial wine and then a Dao Child, that’s something to be proud of!" Wang Zijia, leading Xiang Feifei into the courtyard, looked at the food on the table and said, "Let’s not talk about that, let’s eat."

"Hmm!"

...

That night, in the dark basement.

The blood-red array crisscrossed, and a sacrificial altar, constructed entirely of bones, stood among it.

At this moment, Wang Zijia had his eyes tightly closed. The Five Ghosts transformed into ghostly shadows that surrounded him, gusts of yin wind constantly churned, and blood-red runes flickered, giving the basement a gloomy underworld feeling.

Suddenly, Wang Zijia opened his eyes wide, forcefully exhaling, "Go!"

The Five Ghosts transformed into faint shadows and disappeared.

The very next moment, at the center of the basement on the altar, the spiritual object that was originally placed there released some invisible smoke, enveloping it.

At this time, the book that Wang Zijia had partially refined started to vibrate slightly. The spiritual object eventually transformed into a single page of the book and was swallowed by the ghostly fog and disappeared from the altar.