My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 256: A Bloody 30 Years

Chapter 256: Chapter 256: A Bloody 30 Years

In just two short months, Wang Zijia had noticed at least thirty older Cultivators who quietly entered Tianhong Market Square, disguised as children, blending into various markets.

This was just what he discovered, let alone what he did not discover. Clearly, in such a short period, the old fellows from several neighboring countries all unwittingly decided to venture out of their hiding places.

They mostly came because they were attracted to the treasures and could no longer resist.

Thus, in just two months, more than half of the goods brought by Wang Zijia were sold. He cleared 80,000 magic money with his original gold and profits, which made Wang Zijia, who was worried about bringing too much goods and not selling them, much relieved.

The majority of what was left was just slightly more expensive exquisite goods that could be digested slowly. Based on the current situation, he could finish dealing with all the goods in at most another month.

After everything was on track, Wang Zijia had some free time.

His coming to Tianhong was not just to make a profit by moving goods, or to recruit disciples; these have always been incidental. He had his own objectives for coming to Tianhong.

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Inside Tianhong Mountain.

After a night of relentless excavation, Wang Zijia finally had a preliminary construction of the underground palace.

The Tianhong Marketplace was located at the foot of Tianhong Mountain. After more than 60 nights of continuous excavation, the result of a Great Cultivator in the soil department crazily working on construction was not to be underestimated. With the rotation of his thoughts and the flow of mana, it was just like printing out of thin air.

He had opened an underground passage from the Market Square and constructed a rather large underground palace within Tianhong Mountain.

The style of the palace was ancient, grand, and solemn. However, it would have been even better if it had not been constructed entirely out of blood-red crystals, providing an overly underworld feel.

Of course, Wang Zijia had only completed the overall framework. The rest would require slow and precise refinement.

"Clap! Clap!"

Wang Zijia stood at the entrance of the palace, clapping his hands in satisfaction and said, "Okay, the base of the Exorcism Lineage in the Mortal World is finally established. It’s time to start stirring things up."

"So what kind of sect should I establish in Tianhong as the foundation of the Exorcism Lineage? The Exorcism Sect? Maoshan Sect? Shu Mountain? Dragon Tiger Mountain?"

"Forget it, before that, I should test some ideas to see which ones can be implemented."

As the thoughts crossed his mind, Wang Zijia left the underground palace.

"Knock! Knock!"

As soon as he returned to the cultivation room in the market square, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!"

An Xingsheng opened the door and walked in. After handing a stack of papers to Wang Zijia, he did not leave immediately.

"What is it?" While Wang Zijia was reviewing the material, he asked.

"Yes, master, there are two things that I need to report." An Xingsheng organized his language and began: "The first is that the investigation into Senior Brother Ma Haoran’s, as you ordered, has almost concluded."

Wang Zijia stopped what he was doing and looked up at An Xingsheng, waiting for him to continue.

"On the accounting side, some of the brothers and I cleaned it up. It had some minor issues, but not significant. That’s something to be expected." An Xingsheng paused and looked up to see Wang Zijia’s gaze firmly on him, so he continued:

"As for the investigation into Ma’s behavior, we didn’t find any issues. On the contrary, based on our investigation, Senior Brother Ma is somewhat too complacent."

"The current decline in Tianhong is largely due to his lack of initiative. This might be deliberate on his part since the sect’s intentions were clear back then. Ma is likely catering to the sect’s original decision."

Wang Zijia frowned, "What about his clan? What about his power?"

"None at all, Master Ma... using your words, he is too laid back. It seems he has given up cultivation. Besides drinking tea and bird-watching each day, he only likes to visit the red-light district. He is entirely a solitary man, quietly waiting for the end of his lifespan." An Xingsheng answered cautiously.

"Really, it seems that old people never lose their lust. Can his old bones stand it?" Wang Zijia raised his eyebrow, with a smile, "But such indifference and unrestraint, indeed resembles a wise hermit."

An Xingsheng, as if he hadn’t heard the joke, earnestly said, "I’m not sure about that. After all, he is a master, so we didn’t dare to investigate too meticulously. We didn’t go to the red-light district to interview those mistresses carefully."

"Alright, as long as there’s no problem." Wang Zijia nodded, "You mentioned there are two things?"

An Xingsheng nodded and carefully glanced at the material in Wang Zijia’s hand, "The second one is about recruiting disciples. The progress is not very promising."

Wang Zijia’s eyebrows scrunched up as he quickly found a document from the stack and checked it, "In the past two months, only around a thousand medium-grade spiritual roots have been gathered? Didn’t I say, you don’t need to limit the age of the spirit children to just eight or nine years old. Check everyone under forty, right?"

"The brothers below are doing exactly that. This is the result after relaxing the requirements, and now we have already checked one-fifth of the city." An Xingsheng answered cautiously.

"How is that possible?" Wang Zijia knitted his eyebrows while flipping through the documents, "Based on the information, the population of the Tianhong Dynasty is nearly 100 million. Even though it has somewhat declined over the years, precisely because of this, there hasn’t been a systematic national detection for forty years. Why are there so few medium-grade spiritual roots and above?"

"The brothers and I are also unsure, but the current situation is exactly like this. Even the number of lower-grade spiritual roots is not ideal." After saying this, An Xingsheng hesitated for a moment before adding:

"When the brothers were recruiting disciples, they noticed that in recent years, not only are the border cities near here heavily infested with demons, but the inland cities are also rampant. Few cities have not been ravaged by demons, resulting in a significant decrease in the new population."

"This might be one of the reasons. After all, people with spiritual roots have their own spiritual tendencies which often attract demons more easily. As a result, the chance of something happening each time increases significantly."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zijia, with his eyebrows furrowed, was flipping through the documents and said, "Alright, continue as planned. Anyone with spiritual roots, regardless of quantity and level, should be admitted first."

"The brothers understand. If you have no further instructions, I will leave." An Xingsheng nodded in reply.

"Hmm." Wang Zijia looked at the material and did not raise his head as he replied.

An Xingsheng bowed respectfully and exited the room lightly.

Wang Zijia was still looking at the material, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.

A few short pages of text recounted the bloody history of Tianhong over the past thirty years. Countless resentful souls had passed away, and it was all because a few disciple recruiters from the outer sect vanished. Of course, it also touched on the issue of the sect losing face.

But all of these told him the survival of the fittest in this world and how powerful the Wanyu Sect is. For Tianhong, Wanyu has transcended and become the Holy Land of the Immortal Sect.

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