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Chapter 277: Follow-up

Chapter 277: Chapter 277: Follow-up

Wang Zijia looked at An Xingsheng’s cautious manner, shaking his head with a smile, and said, "There’s no need. If Senior Brother Nong or Senior Brother Lei ask again, just tell them to file an accurate report."

Upon hearing this, An Xingsheng breathed a deep sigh of relief; his sentence earlier could have implications for many things.

"How many people are alive?" Wang Zijia opened the conversation.

"In total, there are 3123 of them. Among them, as many as 2671 people have medium-grade spiritual roots, and eighty-three have top-grade ones, a phenomenal quality." As An Xingsheng spoke, with a mix of joy and sorrow on his face, he went on:

"Their wounds are severe, physical injuries are trivial compared to the psychological trauma that might be difficult to recover from. Especially for some who are in their twenties, but have been living in that gloomy, strange place for over ten years."

Wang Zijia’s face grew solemn at his words. Even if one had talented spiritual roots, being taken to such a place like a prison at the age of seven or eight, worshipping those pieces of flesh and blood daily, and experiencing the erosion of demons’ flesh repeatedly, could cause a person much damage growing up under such eerie circumstances.

Of course, all of those who had weathered the storm were the ones among the over three thousand individuals who had remarkably strong will, but there was no knowledge of how many psychological absurdities emerged among them!

Those with strong mental aberrations could inadvertently cause endless trouble. The Wanyu Sect had fair experience with such situations!

"I will handle the issue of their wounds; as for the psychological problems, bring them back to the sect first and let the people in the Pill Institute worry about it. If anyone has serious problems, isn’t the Demon Suppressing Tower accepting a certain number of disciples every year? They should like it." Wang Zijia pondered for a while before replying.

"Understood, thank you!" An Xingsheng saluted Wang Zijia, saying, "If there’s nothing else, may I leave now?"

"Yes!"

Wang Zijia dismissed him with a wave of his hand. An Xingsheng quietly left the study. Wang Zijia stayed in the room for a moment to reflect on the day’s events. Only after verifying that there were no problems did he draw a Communication Charm from his sleeve.

In the sect’s grounds, communication was straightforward due to the Full Virtual Illusion Array; it was more advanced than it was in his previous life. But outside the sect, there was no ’internet’, bringing one back to ancient times. Even within the three major sect’s territories, the issue of ’local area network’ coverage extending to the entire map hadn’t been resolved yet.

The Communication Charm he brought out was given to him by Yan Qimeng when he left her courtyard. He didn’t expect to use it so soon. After giving it much thought, Wang Zijia decided to report to her, figuring it was safer than going through the sect’s standard mission protocols.

As for the trouble of owing Yan Qimeng a favor... with so many debts already, one more wouldn’t make a difference. He would slowly repay her once he became more powerful.

As Wang Zijia activated the order symbol, the symbol glowed, and the paper multiplied and folded rapidly. In an instant, a three-dimensional paper figure, a lifesize replica of Yan Qimeng, formed in front of Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia examined the paper figure in front of him and found it lacking some semblance of reality compared to Yan Qimeng herself. It seemed that her long-distance communication methods couldn’t compare to his. However, thinking about how she relied on her skills, while he had to rely on the power of the Tao Fruit, quickly evaporated any pride he began to feel.

"You, you’ve hardly been out half a year, and you’re already seeking me out for the second time. Don’t you know that even True Realm Great Cultivators in the sect have a reputation to uphold?" Yan Qimeng had just formed her figure when she spoke to Wang Zijia.

Her tone lacked heavy reprimanding; it was just some inexplicable disregard. But the fact that the normally reticent Yan Qimeng would say such things indicated that she was somewhat close to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia promptly showed a fawning expression and apologized with a smile, "Please forgive me, Martial Uncle. I’d never dare to trouble you, seniors, with trivial matters."

"Tell me, what’s the matter this time around? The worm you stirred up before hasn’t been fully resolved yet, so you best not cause another mess." Yan Qimeng stared at Wang Zijia and said.

"Was the incident with the Demon Sect obstructing the Disciple Recruitment Team serious?" Wang Zijia’s expression shifted slightly as he delicately asked.

"Not too serious, it’s just that the Bone Soul Sect has lost several dozen Perfected Realm direct disciples all at once, leaving them somewhat upset." said Yan Qimeng rather casually. The implications of her casual remarks–the lives of dozens of Perfected Beings– once again underscored to Wang Zijia the importance of cultivation.

"However, it’s probably just talk for now. After hundreds of years of fighting, everyone keeps it within the realm of the disciples. After all, if the elders of the Middle Third Boundary were to get involved, the situation would be different."

Qick-thinking, Wang Zijia didn’t continue asking about it. After casually inquiring, he said, "I discovered something unusual while recruiting disciples in Tianhong ..."

Wang Zijia recounted the events, from recruiting disciples to finding the Fox Taoist. He omitted some of the details that he couldn’t share, but the majority were truthfully recounted.

Upon hearing the account’s entirety, Yan Qimeng was silent for a long time before abruptly asking, "So, you managed to find the demon who caused chaos that Senior Brother Luo couldn’t locate, all because of a spider?"

The focus of her remarks was clearly different from what Wang Zijia had expected. He, who had prepared countless responses, was so startled that he replied, "Which Martial Uncle investigated this?"

"Who else could it be? There are only so many people responsible for law enforcement for the Sect’s outer jurisdiction and its lower level matters. Weren’t you brought back by Senior Brother Luo before?" Yan Qimeng’s words hinted:

"He was the one in charge back then too. When Ye Cheng’an and his party mysteriously disappeared, along with some minor clues, they originally thought that a Demonic Sect disciple was lurking in the area, causing mischief. So I remember Senior Brother Luo even took care of many problematic factions at the time."

Seeing that he had successfully redirected the topic, Wang Zijia quietly sighed in relief.

Yan Qimeng continued to ask him several more questions about the details before their conversation finally came to an end. As the paper figure burnt to ashes, Wang Zijia couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss. Why did the Communication Charm have to be single-use?

Now, also wouldn’t he have difficulty seeking help next time?!

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Having reported everything, Wang Zijia looked at the sky; it was already evening.

Upon leaving the room, he chatted leisurely with Xiang Feifei and the others for a while. After he ate dinner, Wang Zijia quietly entered the Underground Palace.

Just as he was preparing to digest the day’s gains, his demeanor suddenly shifted. Holding a Blood Jade Book, he saw one of the symbol summons was twinkling constantly.

Wang Zijia opened the symbol call, and an image appeared on the paper.

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Wanyu Sect, Transformation Pulse, Ji Family Ancestral Hall.

The Ji family was an even smaller clan than the Xiang family, and they were not among the founding families. Their ancestors used to be the sacrificial wine, but it had been interrupted for three to five generations, and they were not well operated. They had now become a marginal islet of Transformation Pulse.

They were the kind of family that would spend all of their resources just for a Foundation Establishment Pill, or even risk exterminating what little family they had left.