My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 227: The Emergence of an Ultra- Divine Artifact!

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: The Emergence of an Ultra- Divine Artifact!

"Quite a spectacle, right?" Gu Wenxing, standing next to him, also paused and gazed at the crates of raw money, murmuring softly.

"Indeed, I’ve never seen such a scene before." Wang Zijia nodded and, looking at the square, he joked: "I’m almost tempted to rob the place."

Gu Wenxing shot Wang Zijia a look. Even though he knew it was a joke, he reminded him, "In every Jade Talisman Tower, there is at least one Perfected one presiding over it, starting from the chief elder, and not just one."

"Haha, Senior Brother Gu, you’re taking it too seriously. If I had the ability to rob the Jade Talisman Tower, I’d do something much more profitable than stealing raw money!" Wang Zijia responded with hearty laughter.

Joking aside, even robbers in his previous life knew it was better to rob a bank than to hit a mint, let alone now in this kind of world where strength dictates power.

If he could take down the Jade Tower, he probably could take down the Wanyu Sect too. But he wasn’t out of his mind!

Gu Wenxing glanced at Wang Zijia, saying, "Being around these things all the time is one thing, but suddenly stumbling upon them might even influence a Junior Brother and make him lose his mind!"

Wang Zijia didn’t respond; he couldn’t deny that. In any world, piles of money were always attractive enough to drive someone out of their mind.

"Let’s go now. We don’t want to keep Martial Uncle Liangong waiting!" After admiring the scene for a while, Gu Wenxing finally spoke.

"Hmm!" Wang Zijia nodded, taking another glance at the Jade Tower in front of him before following Gu Wenxing away.

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The two of them passed through a large group of buildings and finally arrived in front of a strangely structured architecture.

In the middle of the extensive architectural complex, there was an area similar to a terrain park, with small rivers, artificial hills, exotic jungles, and small basins scattered all around.

The park wasn’t too large but it had all kinds of terrain, and standing in the very center were several tall buildings.

Under Wang Zijia’s puzzled gaze, Gu Wenxing cast a brilliant energy shield, which encased the two of them as it circled around.

Judging by the radiant light, it was clearly a top-quality defensive magical tool!

After doing all this, Gu Wenxing carefully led Wang Zijia into the park, cautiously heading towards the tall buildings in the center.

"Senior Brother Gu, what’s going on?" Wang Zijia asked, confused by Gu Wenxing’s cautious manner.

Gu Wenxing managed a wry smile and explained, "Martial Uncle Liangong has been researching a special spiritual instrument recently that even with an order symbol, many people who came here got injured accidentally. I’m just taking precautions."

Wang Zijia: "······"

Perhaps afraid that Wang Zijia might look down on him, Gu Wenxing added, "I don’t mind it, but I’m afraid if you, Wang Junior Brother, got hurt and rumors spread, it would tarnish the reputation of our Artifact Academy. That would be bad."

Wang Zijia: "······"

’You don’t have to take the blame for me. Even if you’re really afraid, I wouldn’t despise you!’ Wang Zijia watched a fully alert Gu Wenxing, his mind wandering.

The park-like area was complex in terrain but not very large. After all, it was at the foot of Qifeng, truly a place where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. In just a short while, the two of them got close to the central building.

Only then did Wang Zijia see an old man standing on top of the central tower, with two oddly shaped cylinders floating beside him, much like sword slits.

The cylinders gleamed with spiritual radiance, sending out peculiar ripples of brightness that scanned the entire terrain park like a radar.

Though the waves were subtle, Wang Zijia could feel them clearly.

"Disciple Gu Wenxing, bringing along this year’s top scorer Wang Zijia Junior Brother, is here to visit Martial Uncle Liangong!" Gu Wenxing stopped in front of the building and announced.

There was no response from the person on the rooftop.

"Weng!"

Suddenly, as if provoked by Gu Wenxing’s words, the sword-slit-like cylinder lit up, and streams of fiery radiance erupted from the slit, shooting toward the sky like fireworks.

"What the hell!"

A voice came from afar.

Immediately following that, a figure darted out from the grass, while rushing toward Wang Zijia and Gu Wenxing, the man kept slapping defensive talismans onto his body.

Layers of defense rose in quick succession, five or six in just a blink of an eye. The man was inflating the talisman as if money was not an issue.

"Boom Boom!"

The fiery spiritual light pursued him relentlessly, raining down explosions. The sword slit was just like a fireworks tube, constantly firing out the fiery spiritual light.

The man being bombed was sent flying all over the place, yet he stubbornly ran towards Wang Zijia and his group as if arriving at their side would protect him from the explosions.

Watching the scene unfold, Gu Wenxing grabbed Wang Zijia and subtly retreated under the eaves of the building without leaving any trace.

’Why does it feel like they’re researching xianxia-like missiles?’ Wang Zijia, watching the scene of the spiritual light relentlessly bombarding the young man, asked, "Is Martial Uncle Liangong researching battlefield spiritual instruments?"

Gu Wenxing raised an eyebrow, looking at Wang Zijia with surprise, "Junior Brother, you understand artifact making?"

"Senior Brother, I belong to the Qifu Faction!" Wang Zijia responded exasperatedly.

"Haha, I only remembered that you’re a Talisman Master, but I forgot about this information." Gu Wenxing laughed and then admitted, "You’re right, my Martial Uncle is indeed researching battlefield spiritual instruments. He wants to invent a range-type spiritual instrument, so a perfected monk holding it can control a large area."

"It’s a good idea in theory, and the issues of the power and distance of spiritual tools aren’t too significant and could be resolved. Now we’re stuck at a critical juncture, how to distinguish and determine targets."

"It’s been several years, but my Martial Uncle is still not satisfied. The Elders in the Inner Artifact Academy couldn’t solve it and think my Martial Uncle is dreaming. To achieve this, some Elders have concluded that at least a fifth-grade Magic Treasure is needed."

’Huh, they’re researching cruise missiles? This is insane...’ Thoughts racing, Wang Zijia frowned and asked, "Why integrate a target recognition function?"

Before Gu Wenxing could reply, an old voice sounded from overhead: "If we don’t integrate the Spirit Wisdom target recognition function, shall we shoot our own people?"

"No need for that. Just give the Brothers on the battlefield a communication charm, set a coordinate, and as long as precise strikes can be completed, it should be enough. As for setting up a full-range radar with auto-targeting and intelligent filtering, wouldn’t they be unsatisfied with the Magic Treasure? And there’s no way it could be mass-produced!" Wang Zijia responded instinctively.

He had never been a soldier in his previous life, but he had wanted to be one. Therefore, he had deep memories of the scenes where mages cast spells.

’07, 07, this is 01, coordinates 345,543 need cover fire!’

After such a spellcasting preload, the mages would start concentrated fire. As someone who didn’t become a mage, the impression was quite profound.

After speaking, he realized that the speaker wasn’t Gu Wenxing. He was slightly startled and immediately paid his respects, "Disciple Wang Zijia pays respects to Autumn Martial Uncle!"