My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 241: Visitor

Chapter 241: Chapter 241: Visitor

"Yes, it’s the Third Grade Enlightenment Scent. I checked, and for Perfected martial uncles, it’s considered a rather valuable fragrance." On saying this, Wang Zijia paused for a moment, then added:

"Also, not only does it smell like Ghostly Silky Threads, but, after using no small amount of means, I’ve found that it’s mixed with Ghostly Spirit Silk Scent. This scent adheres extremely strongly. Once it’s marked something, it would be difficult to remove for several years. And, following special treatment, it only sticks to the people who come into contact with it within a certain time frame."

"Due to its diverse peculiar traits, although this thing is a fragrance, it’s seldom used to make ordinary incense. Most of the time it’s used to create advanced tracking spiritual objects."

"Ghostly Spirit Silk?" Yan Qimeng furrowed her brows, sniffed softly next to Wang Zijia, then after a moment of hesitation, took out a mysterious paper person, and, amidst fluctuations of magical power, gave it a gentle shake.

The paper figure disintegrated into a ball of Spiritual Light, and within the gathered Spiritual Light, a mirage of a young woman in her thirties coalesced.

Contrary to Yan Qimeng’s cold aloofness, the young woman was notably elegant, extremely charming, and had a great figure. Like a ripe peach, she oozed the allure of mature womanhood.

If Yan Qimeng is cold mountain ice, then this woman is a summer bloom, passionate as fire.

"Well this is rare, the Perfected Yan Qimeng contacting me of her own accord. Should I feel honored?" After the female illusion took form, she glanced at Yan Qimeng, her body swaying as she spoke with a teasing chuckle.

"Do you know of Ghostly Spirit Silk scent?" Yan Qimeng frowned and cut right to the chase.

"Hm? Wait!" Upon hearing just the name, the woman looked stunned. Following this, she left a short message and quickly vanished in the stream of Spiritual Light.

Seeing this, Yan Qimeng fell silent. She moved to the central reception area of her room and took out a tea set.

Wang Zijia dutifully followed afterwards and said, "Martial Uncle, let me handle this."

"No need," Yan Qimeng refused indifferently and began brewing the tea.

On seeing this, Wang Zijia backed off a bit and waited quietly within the room.

The room was filled with a faint, pleasant smell carried by wisps of spiritual wind, much sooner than he had initially expected.

Soon after, the threads of the wind visibly gathered in the room and instantly formed the mirage of the charming young woman he had seen earlier.

Upon her entry, Yan Qimeng barely glanced before ignoring her completely, reaching out to push a cup of tea to the seat opposite her without saying a word.

"Greetings, senior!" Not recognizing the woman, Wang Zijia could only offer a vague salutation.

The woman ignored Wang Zijia’s greeting, inspecting him instead as she walked around him.

"Impressive," she said at last, still admiring Wang Zijia. "By detecting the presence of the Ghostly Spirit Silk within the Ghostly Silky Threads, you’ve essentially diffused a very coordinated and costly attack against you. It seems you’ve lived up to the title of top performer. Well done!" The woman’s eyes glinted playfully as she teased him.

She glided towards the table and took a seat opposite Yan Qimeng, admiring her as she said, "I’m impressed that you discovered something of this nature. Even I wouldn’t have picked up on it without paying close attention. Did you recently have an epiphany? Have you developed an interest in fragrances?"

"He discovered this on his own," Yan Qimeng glanced at the woman and pushed the tea cup closer to her, speaking in a faint voice.

"He discovered it? A third-grade tracking scent, you say he discovered it himself? You must be joking, you’ve completely ruined the face of the scent creator!" The woman clearly did not believe, and she rolled her eyes.

Yan Qimeng didn’t answer, simply looking at Wang Zijia again.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia quickly repeated what he had explained earlier.

After the woman listened, she looked at Wang Zijia and then at Yan Qimeng, asking, "Is that true?"

Yan Qimeng took a sip of her tea without making a comment.

The woman looked at Wang Zijia, her face a picture of oddity. "Just a scent made you suspect that someone wants to harm you, and you’ve even verified it... How insecure are you, young man? And besides, I’m quite curious about who was so willing to spend so much."

At this moment, Yan Qimeng received some paper figures from outside. The figures disintegrated upon entering her body. Afterwards, she interjected, "It’s not just him. Most of those who accompanied him on this recruitment trip were marked by this scent."

Clearly, she’d been using a spell to confirm Wang Zijia’s account earlier, and now she had her confirmation.

"Really?" seemed perplexed, staring seriously at Yan Qimeng.

"Do you think I would jest about such things?" Yan Qimeng’s eyes looked cold as she responded.

"How interesting!" The woman murmured to herself.

You can go now. No need to worry about the rest, just prepare to set off as planned," Yan Qimeng suddenly told Wang Zijia, indicating for him to leave.

"Thank you, martial uncle! I understand", Zijia bowed, and without further ado, he turned and left.

"Don’t disclose what happened here to anyone else."

After walking a few steps, Yan Qimeng’s voice echoed from behind.

"I know my limits. However, on my way here, I happened to visit a few senior brothers," Wang Zijia turned around and said.

"That doesn’t matter," Yan Qimeng said indifferently.

"Alright, I’ll take my leave now," Wang Zijia bowed again, then turned to leave.

The woman and Yan Qimeng watched as Wang Zijia left. After confirming from each other’s eyes, the two of them suddenly dispersed.

Yan Qimeng turned into a piece of paper and fluttered down while the woman became a wisp of fragrance and disappeared.

...

After returning to Biyi Court, Wang Zijia spent a good deal of time mulling over the day’s events. After a moment of hesitation, he activated the General Talisman Summon in his mind and sent a message to his hidden disciples.

"For the next few days, remain quiet and refrain from any other action! If the Law Enforcement Team apprehends you, do not reveal your hidden status, simply accept the scrutiny,"

Upon receiving his message, the disciples with Essence Blood Vein and Beast Control Vein, unified under Wang Zijia’s command, could not help but shiver in fear. They didn’t know what had occurred, but they were filled with apprehension.

Immediately after, Wang Zijia went to the Cultivation Room, causing mage power fluctuations, and thoroughly sealed off the passages to the underground base.

After doing all this, only then did Wang Zijia heave a sigh of relief.

...

The whole day passed uneventfully, much to Wang Zijia’s relief. No matter whether it was his covert operatives or the Qifu Faction, everything was calm and there was no event happening at all.

The next morning, Wang Zijia routinely got up, ate a piece of Wisdom Heart Pill, and performed his boxing routine.

While he was having breakfast with Xiang Feifei, there was a notification on his identity card.

"Ding..."