My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 263: Testing?

Chapter 263: Chapter 263: Testing?

The attack continued for seven minutes, in another blow, a disciple’s eyes suddenly rolled back as he passed out.

This change filled everyone’s hearts with dread, intensifying the crowd’s panic. The more timid ones started crying loudly.

"Mom, I want mom!"

"I don’t want to be an Immortal Child anymore, I want to go home!"

"·······"

Before Guangcang could devise a plan, a stream of light shot down from the sky and struck the spider with blinding speed. Although it didn’t penetrate through, it smashed a large hole in the spider web and carried the spider down, crashing into the canyon below like a meteor.

"Boom Boom!"

In the canyon, a violent explosion was heard.

Guangcang and the others stared in surprise and joy at the sky. Hundreds of ordinary people had their eyes wide open in surprise, speechless.

At this moment, it was evening and the sky was filled with rosy clouds. In the sky not far from everyone, it seemed as though the rosy clouds had fallen. Countless crystal-red grains of sand gathered, forming a handsome young man with distinct sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.

The sand forming the man fluctuated slightly, making the man look even more ethereal, yet elegant, as if he were a legendary Immortal God.

At that moment, the man was floating in mid-air, the sand forming his robe and long hair fluttering, making him appear as if he were drifting. Under the illumination of the rosy clouds, he seemed to be haloed in divine light from a legend.

"Disciple Guangcang, greets Martial Uncle!"

"Greetings to Uncle Wang. Thank you for saving our lives!"

"Greetings, Immortal!"

"······"

The people trapped on the giant web all bowed in respect to Wang Zijia from within the White Cloud Instrument.

Wang Zijia first waved his hand, the Five Ghosts Talisman transformed into a ghost fog that rushed downwards, disappearing into the canyon.

Then, frowning, he looked at Guangcang and asked, "What happened? How did your disciple recruitment team end up in the lair of a sacrificial wine demon?"

"Martial Uncle, before we set out, we determined a detailed route based on intelligence. There were no reports of this sacrificial wine demon venturing into Forget-love Canyon," Guangcang respectfully bowed to Wang Zijia and quickly explained.

"Furthermore, we had gone to recruit disciples in Liuyan City ten days ago and used this very route. At that time, there were no such demons obstructing the path through the canyon."

Wang Zijia’s brow furrowed, just as he was about to speak.

"Hmm?"

He suddenly looked down at the canyon. The crystal sand grains that made up his body quickly surged like rosy clouds and gathered quickly into a solid crystalline figure in the canyon.

The crystalline figure looked as if it was composed of crystals, shimmering with a transparent light. He arrived in the canyon, and at this time, the Five Ghosts had transformed into Fuwa figures wearing belly bands, gathered around a pit, waiting for Wang Zijia.

Crystal figure Wang Zijia took a few steps to the edge of the pit, frowning as he looked into it.

The pit on the ground was the result of the mother spider falling, but there was no spider in the pit, only a pool of disgusting yellow liquid was left.

"Who gave you permission to eat it?" Wang Zijia looked at the Evil Ghosts and asked with a frown.

"Wah Wah!"

The Ghosts simultaneously cried out in agitation, their faces full of grievances.

"You didn’t do anything? It disintegrated on its own? Not even leaving behind a bone fragment?" Wang Zijia heard the Ghosts’ complaints, his eyebrow furrowing even more.

"What’s going on? A single hit failed, turning it into nothing, is someone or a demon testing the waters? That’s not right, that was definitely a sin! There is no beast control tactics involved! Moreover, one sacrificial test subject was wasted without a fight, that’s too wasteful."

His brow furrowed in thought for a moment, but he came to no conclusion. Hesitating for a moment, the crystal on his left hand quickly proliferated, forming a blood-red gourd. Wang Zijia came forward and collected a bit of disgusting liquid with the palm-sized gourd.

Pages in his body turned, mana gently circulated, and the blood-red gourd turned into a gourd painting paper, which was collected within the book.

Having done all this, Wang Zijia conducted a brief investigation of the surroundings. Finding no useful clues, he retracted the Five Ghosts. His body crumbled back into grains of crystal sand, and drifted into the sky.

His body reconvened into a giant illusory figure before everyone’s eyes. He waved at the crowd on the giant web, and the web ignited. After losing the spider, the web was burned to a crisp within moments, and the magical tools on it successfully detached.

"When you return, report to An Xingsheng in detail about this matter!"

Having done all this, Wang Zijia crumbled, and like feathering ascension, he disappeared into the sky. An invisible book shot out from his body, disappearing into the Guangcang forehead.

"Farewell, Martial Uncle!"

"Farewell, Exalted Immortal!"

"..."

The rescued crowd down below were all bowing to Wang Zijia. The people who were crying earlier, wanting to go home, now had eyes full of passion. That was the expectation for cultivation and the longing for immortality.

...

Inside the study in the mansion at Tianhong Marketplace, Wang Zijia, who appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

A jade crystal red jade album appeared as his hands flipped. The book flipped open, and a blood jade gourd painting paper floated to the desk in front of him, turning into a blood crystal jade bottle.

Extracting a bit of viscous liquid from the jade bottle, Wang Zijia inspected it carefully for a long time without gaining any results.

Eventually, after a moment’s hesitation, he refined a strand of complex aura from the liquid through a fluctuation of mana, and absorbed it into his body.

The instant the aura entered his body, Wang Zijia was already waiting under the golden balance of the Sea of Consciousness.

A new iron-black light spot was formed beside the balance, flashing rapidly as if about to disappear immediately.

Weights: Filthy flesh and blood

Value: 0.001

Introduction: Young lad, I thought human flesh and blood were your bottom line!

Looking at this weight, Wang Zijia’s expression darkened.

Could it be that demon was a person who had succumbed to demonic transformation?

To transform like that, it wouldn’t have been without detrimental mutation. So how did it get to that place?

And why did it suddenly melt away?

At the same time, Wang Zijia also thought of An Xingsheng’s previous report- the number of Spiritual Roots practitioners was significantly off.

After much thought and finding no result, Wang Zijia’s mana fluctuated slightly.

"Martial Uncle, did you call me?" An Xingsheng on duty pushed open the door and entered the study, asking.

"Give the order, pay attention when recruiting disciples, and carry out a nationwide investigation," said Wang Zijia with a frown.

"Alright, Martial Uncle." Upon hearing these words, An Xingsheng was plainly startled, replying respectfully, "What should we be investigating?"

"Occasions of demon disturbance, the cause... and any noteworthy wild cultivators, all of which should be reported," Wang Zijia paused for a moment, then added, "By the way, inform your Uncle Lei so on his patrol duty, he can catch a couple of live demons for me. The ones that transform in the city."

"Understood!" As a steward, An Xingsheng, who had already sensed that something was off, departed the room with a slightly stern countenance.

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