My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 265: Devil Gate

Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Devil Gate

In the inky mountains of Soul Lake, there stood a dilapidated Taoist temple. Even the current temple master dared not enter lightly, as one could easily walk in but never walk out.

The interior of the broken Taoist temple was extremely simple, much like a ruined village temple. Though referred to as a Taoist temple, there were no sculptures or images hung inside for worship.

There was just an empty main hall, two side houses, and a backyard.

Perhaps due to the intrusion of the ink-like Soul Fog, the backyard was desolate, with not a single weed growing except for a dead locust tree.

Under the dead locust tree, there was an ancient well. The well opening was not large, but when looking down, it seemed boundless. The world inside the well was very simple, containing a dried-up blood pool at the center of which lay a corpse in the dried blood plasma.

The lower half of the corpse was nothing more than a pile of white bones, while the upper half still had withered flesh and blood. Numerous flesh sprouts squirmed and crawled on the flesh around the neck, constantly trying to grow downwards only to wither away.

Inside the ribcage of the body, a dark red heart was clearly seen beating, along with several organs.

The aged face was full of ash-colored defeat. But even reduced to such a state, he seemed to still be alive, simply in a deep slumber.

The bottom of the well was utterly silent until, at one moment, the semi-solid blood pool resembling plasma suddenly quivered. The corpse petrified inside bolted its eyes wide open, revealing a pair of blood-colored pupils with no whites.

As the bloody pupils opened, there was a moment of daze on his aged face, following which his gaze gradually focused, as if he was waking up from an endless river of time.

Outside the Taoist temple, due to the opening of the corpse’s eyes, the ink-like Soul Fog suddenly rolled violently. The tremendous commotion alarmed the entire Bone Soul Sect as powerful figures emerged in the sky, surrounding the ruined Taoist temple.

In a moment, an old figure, looking like an elderly man, appeared, and the surrounding people promptly saluted him.

The old man completely ignored everyone else and saluted towards the Taoist temple enveloped in the Soul Fog, saying, "Does the Patriarch have an order?"

"The Blood Demon Legacy has reappeared, indeed originating from the south. There’s no need to wait any longer, start immediately!"

In the ruined Taoist temple, a harsh sound like the grinding of gold and iron came from the bottom of the ancient well.

The surrounding people were shocked, and the old man immediately saluted, saying, "Following the Patriarch’s decree!"

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Wang Zijia had no idea how long it had been before he awakened from that strange state of comprehension.

Magic Door: Melting Crystal Demon Body (Complete),

Five Ghosts Divine Power (Skilled 30000/60000),

False Foundation Talisman Summoning (Skilled 10000/20000),

Demon Crystal Burst Gun (Beginner 3000/10000),

Spell: Oath Rune Seed, Illusion Drawing Spirit Technique, Spirit Summoning Technique,

Taiji: 2237

From his perception, his Dao foundation and spells were not only great mastery but the newly born Demon Crystal Burst Gun Magic Door was also halfway into integration. All he needed to do was comprehend it to great mastery and reach a Dao cultivation of 150 years to directly breakthrough to the middle stage of the Sacrificial Wine.

Apart from that, he had also tested the specific value needed to consume a Magic Door.

The value of the Nine Techniques achieving Great Mastery, along with three thousand values as an extraordinary characteristics supplement, would need approximately half a year of smelting. However, due to his special comprehension this time, Wang Zijia had skipped this half-year smelting process.

Speaking of value, it would roughly require fifty thousand values, which, when converted to magic money, only required more than ten thousand. Including the cost of the Nine Techniques, it would be about thirty thousand magic coins in total. Looking at it now, it was definitely more profitable to integrate by oneself than to directly buy a Magic Door.

After a while, Wang Zijia finished sorting out his gains and stood up to go to his exclusive spell practice room in the underground palace. It was a giant hall, over ten meters high and a hundred meters long and wide. This extremely crude space had taken Wang Zijia half a day to prepare initially.

As his mind moved, his mana spiritual light spurted out of his body like a rosy cloud, making his body grow quickly. In a moment, he transformed into a giant demon, three meters tall, dressed in cracked armor.

In the hands of the demon was an elongated spear, somewhat resembling a lance. Flames engulfed the demon body as they rose from the spear body.

The clear bloody flame danced like a heatwave. As it moved with the broken armor, there was a sense of the arrival of the Demon King, majestic and domineering.

"Tsk, this Dharma Idol certainly looks the part!"

Satisfied, Wang Zijia began to acclimate to his new physical changes.

Although he hadn’t made a breakthrough in his cultivation, Wang Zijia distinctly felt that he was more than twice as powerful as before.

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The next morning, in the study room.

"You say there’s hardly been any demonic disturbances nationwide for five days now?" Wang Zijia asked An Xingsheng, frowning as he looked at the material.

"Yes!" As An Xingsheng replied, he looked at Wang Zijia and said, "More precisely, the demonic disturbances began to decrease since you ordered a nationwide thorough investigation half a month ago. During these days, the Disciple Recruitment Team hardly encountered any city being attacked by a demonic disturbance."

Wang Zijia’s eyebrows knitted together tightly. While it’s now basically confirmed that something was wrong with Tianhong’s demons, Wang Zijia had no clue about it.

"Has Master Lei returned?" Wang Zijia, at a loss, then asked.

Lei Junjie didn’t have Wang Zijia’s telecommunication methods, and had been traveling all over the country for patrol these few months. He came back about once every half a month to a month to aid in the rescues.

"Yes, he’s back." An Xingsheng nodded immediately, looking at Wang Zijia and saying, "He arrived last night, and should be coming to meet you this afternoon. Do you need me to get in touch with him in advance?"

"Get in touch with him, say I’d like to invite him for tea!" Wang Zijia nodded.

"Yes, Martial Uncle!" After An Xingsheng said so, he opened his mouth again, "Martial Uncle, there is another matter that the disciple needs to report."

"What matter?" Wang Zijia lifted his head, looking puzzled at An Xingsheng.

"The price of Violent Spirit Grass has gone up, it has increased by more than twenty percent. Should we continue buying?" An Xingsheng asked, glancing cautiously at Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia was taken aback. This was the main ingredient for Explosive Spirit Pills.

So, had he single-handedly caused the market of herbs to skyrocket?

This Tianhong really had a small market, nothing could withstand a bit of disturbance!

He shook his head speechlessly, saying, "No need, you can go."

"Yes!" Giving a deferential nod, An Xingsheng turned to close the door.

After An Xingsheng left, Wang Zijia’s mind flickered, and the Blood Red Jade Book appeared in his hand. A Charm Summon emerged from the jade album, and he quickly issued a command to it.

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In the courtyard of Min Xin, a Hidden Animal Spy from the Beast Control lineage of the Wanyu Sect.

Ever since Wang Zijia ordered him to go into hiding, Min Xin had enjoyed very leisurely days. He spent each day amusing himself with the Magic Panther and cultivating his Tao Law. His days were comfortable and joyous.