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Chapter 189: An Unfortunate Childhood Follows You for Life

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: An Unfortunate Childhood Follows You for Life

The two chatted about their daily lives, simple and authentic. After nearly a year of acquaintance, they had become very familiar with each other and their interactions were quite comfortable.

"Oh yes, remember to take a leave the day after tomorrow, and come with me to the Xiang Family Courtyard," Xiang Feifei suddenly said.

The reason the Xiang family hasn’t been marginalized after lacking a sacrificial wine for two generations, apart from their unique family customs, was because the Xiang family was one of the small marginal families that established the connection alongside the Vein Master. They had divided a large area in the North District as their family estate.

The Xiang Family Courtyard was built on this plot of land. It was a complex of clan-style buildings, and most of the Xiang family members lived and survived here after joining the sect. This was essentially the second estate of the Xiang Family.

"What are we going there for?" Wang Zijia looked at Xiang Feifei, puzzled and said, "Didn’t we just meet a bunch of clan members a few days ago?"

"It’s your Dao Seed ceremony!" Xiang Feifei looked at Wang Zijia and said, "Surely, you are not planning to skip it. You agreed to attend it yourself. Even your great uncle invited quite a number of people."

"Oh, I got it," Wang Zijia nodded suddenly in realization.

While replying, Wang Zijia paused and suddenly remembered why Sha Heng had visited him earlier today.

No wonder he suddenly came over and tried to lobby by means of marriage. It was because of this.

It made sense. Normally, the Sha Family couldn’t be compared with the Xiang Family. If the Xiang family could establish it, it should be taken for granted that the Sha family could replace it.

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As they were idly chatting about their daily life and the sun set, Wang Zijia took a Wisdom Heart Pill, and together with the few maids in Xiang Feifei’s courtyard, he practiced a set of boxing.

After finishing their evening lessons, they had dinner together and each returned to their own courtyards.

Wang Zijia did not immediately enter the cultivation room, but turned and entered another room in the courtyard.

In the center of the room sat a peculiar potion stove which stood tall amidst two huge medicine cabinets. Bai Qian sat in front of the pill furnace, manipulating her spells, continuously guiding spiritual materials from the medicine cabinet to fly into the pill furnace.

Ever since Bai Qian started to be on the right track of pill manufacturing, Wang Zijia had provided her with a separate alchemy room.

What ensued was that she was hard to see as she was almost always in there.

After nearly half a year of cultivation and manufacturing, her skills had become increasingly proficient, especially since she only focused on the production of two types of elixirs, the speed of production had also increased.

"Swoosh swoosh!"

Accompanied by several light sounds, a total of six Explosive Spirit Pills flew out of the pill furnace, carrying a faint fragrance of elixir. She caught them and put them in the pill bottle, ready to refine some more.

"That’s enough for today. Take a break," Wang Zijia, who was watching this moment, said, "Don’t just focus on pill refining all the time. Learn from the three girls next door. You should also interact with the senior sisters from the Outer Sect from time to time."

Perhaps it was the influence of her past life experiences, this little girl was so dedicated in her cultivation that Wang Zijia often admired her perseverance.

"Master!" Bai Qian was jolted from her intensely focused state, looked at Wang Zijia in a daze, and said, "Is it already evening? Let me finish this batch, and then I’ll take a rest!"

Wang Zijia furrowed his eyebrows and sternly said, "So you are not listening to what I’m saying!"

Bai Qian’s face turned pale, and she knelt down hastily, saying, "Bai Qian wouldn’t dare!"

"From today onward, you shall not refine pills for more than nine hours." Wang Zijia looked at Bai Qian with a slight sigh in his heart, his expression still serious.

Childhood traumas often accompany a person throughout their life.

"Bai Qian will obey." Bai Qian had already come to her senses at this moment, and then asked, "What does Master want Bai Qian to do with the rest of the time?"

"Do whatever you want, why ask me?" Wang Zijia gave Bai Qian a speechless look, and his steps to leave paused, he said, "If you really can’t find anything to do, go mingle with those new Lingtongs in the sect. You are probably about the same age as them. You might even become their big sister!"

Hearing this, Bai Qian pouted and said, "Master, Bai Qian is not a child anymore."

"Yes indeed, you’re nearly thirteen, such a grown-up!" Wang Zijia rolled her eyes, too lazy to argue with a child her age on such a subject.

Regardless of whether they were boys or girls, at this age, they probably all desperately wanted to show how mature they were, to show that they were adults.

"Aren’t the folks in the Spirit Child Institute all grown-ups! It’ll be good for you to get to know them better."

"But ..."

Before Bai Qian could argue, Wang Zijia put on a stern face again and said, "Go there tomorrow. Find the manager of the Spirit Child Institute. Tell him that I said to arrange a leisure job that takes at least half a day."

"Oh" Bai Qian said grievously, "In that case, you might as well have me do odd jobs in the Pill Pavilion."

"And then go into Alchemy? Everyday ..."

Wang Zijia glared at Bai Qian and then turned to leave. She left Bai Qian alone in the Alchemy Room in a daze.

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That night, Wang Zijia woke up from Entering Tranquility, checked the time, and found it was already midnight.

She quietly left her room and came to the courtyard.

The Five Ghosts Talisman drifted out from her body, breaking up into a huge mass of ghost fog. The four ghosts carried the White Bone Throne, stepping out of the void in the fog with a handful of ghostly wisps.

Wang Zijia floated up and directly sat on the White Bone Throne.

"Let’s go!"

With Wang Zijia’s words falling, the four ghosts and the magic-driven bone throne transformed into the faint shadows hard for ordinary people to detect and quickly slipped away.

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In just a moment, at Min Xin’s courtyard in the Beast Control Sect, Wang Zijia appeared after changing her appearance.

"Greetings, Senior Brother!" Min Xin said in a salute to Wang Zijia.

"Jiang Mingda, has the meeting been arranged?" Wang Zijia nodded faintly and asked.

Jiang Mingda, a monk with mid-stage Sacrificial wine strength in the Corpse Control Sect of the Beast Control sect, controlled three white zombies with Sacrificial wine mid-stage power under his command.

He was one of the three Sacrificial wines provided by Du Kang. Originally, Wang Zijia had no intention of moving against him in the short term, mainly because she felt it was unsafe.

But after the battle last night, Wang Zijia found out she had overestimated the power of the Sacrificial Wine or underestimated her own strength.

Moreover, she learned last night that Min Xin had a good relationship with him, both entered the sect together, and had been friends for over a hundred years.

Wang Zijia then made a temporary decision to change her mind. It wasn’t that she planned to confront him out rightly, but to have Min Xin test if Jiang Mingda would betray and backstab his fellow brothers.

Even if it failed, Jiang wouldn’t dare to speak out. At most he would just complain to the Master of the Ghost Spirit hall. Anyway, it wouldn’t involve her.

"It’s been arranged." Min Xin respectfully saluted Wang Zijia and explained, "Senior Brother Jiang is quite cautious. If I had abruptly invited him to meet me at my courtyard, he would have probably sent a white zombie to come."

"So I could only arrange a face-to-face meeting at his place. In this case, he might meet me in person. If we suddenly attack, the chance of capturing Senior Brother would be much greater."

Wang Zijia glanced at Min Xin and couldn’t help but admire the ruthless nature of those involved in intelligence gathering.

Just yesterday, they were brothers a hundred years old friendship, yet today Min Xin was putting all his effort into helping Wang Zijia, exploring better ways to complete the betrayal. It seemed he was even more invested than Wang Zijia herself.