My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 207: The Prime of Youth

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: The Prime of Youth

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, and a gust of wind spreading like a shock wave, a figure landed on the platform where the Dao Seed was located, catching many people’s attention.

The newcomer stood at a height of one hundred eighty-nine centimeters and wore a very delicate mini suit. He carried a long stick on his back, highlighting his Mr. Olympia-like proportionate physique.

Unusually, he didn’t have long hair, a rarity in this world. Were it not for his childish face, which somewhat disrupted his image, he probably would have charmed a large number of naive young girls.

Even now, the strong physique of a mature man, combined with the innocent face of a puppy, attracted many girls despite the contradictory disparity.

The teenager landed on the Dao Seed platform with a bit of arrogance. With scant responses to the greetings around him, he simply swept his gaze around the area.

Under the gaze of everyone, he stood before Wang Zijia, staring blankly, constantly sizing him up.

"Wang Zijia?" Yue Lai said, scrutinizing Wang Zijia for a while before speaking.

"That’s me. Do you need something, Senior Brother Yue?" Wang Zijia stood up and bowed slightly, then asked in return.

"I look forward to meeting you in the arena. I hope you won’t disappoint me!" Saying these words filled with certain self-pride and somewhat childish, Yue Lai directly walked to his spot, treating other people as if they were beneath his notice.

Wang Zijia: "..."

What an act...

As for why he spoke such words, Wang Zijia could guess:

It wasn’t because he recently became famous. According to what Wang Zijia understood, there were seven Dao Seeds that directly applied for the top ten tests during this time, with a total of two wins, one draw, and four losses.

Wang Zijia and Yue Lai were the only two victors who reportedly won with ease.

Under such circumstances, as someone from a humble background, Wang Zijia’s momentum inevitably surpassed Yue Lai. He guessed that was probably the reason.

...

After waiting for a moment, everyone eventually gathered.

Currently, in front of the Great Hall at the top of the steps directly in front of the square, many big shots were seated, all of them at the Perfected Realm—nearly all of them were masters of the Outer Sect branches.

At the core position, there were two elders of the Inner Sect in purple white cloud robes.

"Stand up!"

With the command from the dean of the Etiquette Institute, who was in the main position, the entire square first shone with spiritual light, and then the sound of celestial music accompanied the entrance of the disciples from the music and dance department of the Etiquette Institute, marking the opening ceremony.

Watching this scene, almost subconsciously, Wang Zijia looked over at Lu Qianrou on the side.

When he turned his head, he met the gaze of Gu Xuefeng, who was sitting on the other side of Lu Qianrou. Their eyes locked on each other for a moment before they looked away.

"Humph!"

Feeling something in the middle, Lu Qianrou glanced at the two of them and let out a cold snort, her aura of icy aloofness intensifying.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia and Gu Xuefeng met each other’s eyes again before retracting their gazes with embarrassment.

After providing some entertainment through music and dance, the ceremony continued. After a few big shots spoke one after another, a spiritual light began to shine in front of Wang Zijia’s seat, signaling that it was his turn to take the stage.

Wang Zijia took a deep breath and, using his Qi to lighten his body, drifted towards the high platform in the center of the square.

The crowd, stretching as far as the eye could see, all turned their attention to him.

He stood at a height of one hundred eighty-nine centimeters, with a sturdy physique that wasn’t overtly muscular, a proportionate figure with distinct lines, and a straight posture—what you might call a golden ratio.

His face, sculpted as if by a knife and ax, stood out sharply against his elegant countenance, and in between his sword-like eyebrows, his eyes sparkled with depth.

Despite his youthful appearance owing to his seventeen years of age, it didn’t detract from his charm. On the contrary, it added a touch of boyish charm and sincerity, the brightness of youth. This made his handsome face even more attractive, as if he was a breath of fresh air in his own unique way.

The midday sunlight was just right, shining down on him. Due to the fluctuation of his magical power, a halo of sunlight outlined his body, making him look like an immortal banished from heaven, adorned with a colored halo.

Such a temperament and such a look resonated deeply with the audience at that moment.

The entire square filled with countless female disciples, both old and young, stared, spellbound. Even many of the male disciples felt inferior and unconsciously quieted down, watching star-struck as Wang Zijia descended from the heavens, landing on the high platform.

He tidied his robe and appearance slightly, giving off the impression of youthfulness with cultivated manners. Harnessing his magic power, he then blurted out, "My name is Wang Zijia. I’m a Dao Seed of the Qifu Faction, affiliated with the Talisman Court and Scripture Pavilion."

"Many of you must have heard a lot about me." After his extremely brief introduction, Wang Zijia looked around, cleared his throat, and said:

"Don’t laugh, but it felt surreal when I heard all this yesterday. I felt like, is this me? Am I really this unbelievable? When I was picked up like a dead dog and brought back to the clan by Immortal Luo Cheng, I somehow ended up saving hundreds of Senior Brothers."

"Turns out my betrothed was backing me up because I don’t care about poverty and love wealth!"

"Turns out, I was laying low in the Wanyu Pavilion!"

"Now that I think about it... I am pretty extraordinary. I’m such a great Dao Seed of the Immortal Sect! Truly a man in sheep’s clothing!"

The self-deprecating opening remark that didn’t play by the rules left the ordinary disciples below dumbfounded for a moment.

"Haha!"

"Dao Seed Wang is so amusing!"

"Dao Seed Wang is really something, he acts just like a wolf in sheep’s clothing!"

"..."

After a moment of silence, the crowd exploded with enthusiasm.

His self-mocking remarks made many disciples feel that Wang Zijia was more human, more approachable.

Wang Zijia paused for a moment and when everyone quieted down, he continued, "When I received the invitation to speak from the Etiquette Institute yesterday, I was thinking, as a great Dao Seed like me, what should I share with you all."

"How I cunningly leech off my wealthy betrothed without caring about her poverty?"

"That can’t be it. None of us can be that superficial, right?"

"Or how my grandfather invited me to visit Ruyi Square?"

"That’s more like it!" one of the disciples in the crowd teases.

Many people looked at him, and he instinctively shrank back into the crowd.

Wang Zijia, pretending not to notice, continued, "Should I share the glorious story of how I, akin to a dead dog, was brought back to the clan to save people? That seems to generate quite a sensation."

"I spent the whole night wondering, but in the end, I couldn’t think of any ordinary tale worth sharing with you all. After all, I’m too great!"

"However, since I agreed to it, I must come up here to make a fool of myself, interact with you guys, and let you see the Prodigy of Humble Origins that you’ve heard so much about."

"When you see me the next time around, some of the disciples will understand: Look, if that guy can become a Dao Seed, maybe if I grit my teeth, I can too..."