My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 280: A Group of Minor Magic Doors

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: A Group of Minor Magic Doors

Looking at this spell, Wang Zijia couldn’t help but curse at the former Mysterious_Region_Secret_Realm which seemed to have originated from this spell, creating that vast area of Mysterious Domain within the book!

After reviewing the spell information, Wang Zijia turned his attention to the many other spells.

[Would you like to spend 30,000 value points to upgrade the All Living Beings Illusion Art to minor accomplishment?]

"Yes!"

[Would you like to spend 30,000 value points to upgrade the Five Ghosts Divine Power to minor accomplishment?]

"Yes!"

[Would you like to spend 59,500 value points to upgrade the Demonic Bone Skin-Painting Art to minor accomplishment?]

"Yes!"

Once again, after a massive consumption of spells, countless insights emerged in Wang Zijia’s mind. The illusion technique, All Living Beings Illusion Art, especially seemed to deeply resonate with the second Dao Foundation, hinting at a great mastery. Wang Zijia felt that even if he didn’t actively incorporate the Red Copper Weights, they would merge by themselves.

Magic Door: Magma Blood Spear Demon (Great Mastery), False Foundation Talisman Summoning (Great Mastery),

Five Ghosts Divine Power (Minor Accomplishment 60k/150k),

All Living Beings Illusion Art (Minor Accomplishment 60k/150k),

Demonic Bone Skin-Painting Art (Minor Accomplishment 60k/150k),

Spell: Oath Rune Seed, Illusion Drawing Art, Invocation Art,

Taiji: 3547

With the massive consumption of value points, several top-rated Magic Doors collectively reached minor accomplishment. Coupled with the strength of the Middle Stage Sacrificial Wine, Wang Zijia was confident in facing Sacrificial Wine Late Stage monks without any disadvantages using his usual methods. After all, the basic conditions for Perfected to Breakthrough, were merely three Great Mastery top-rated Magic Doors.

Throughout the night, Wang Zijia was constantly contemplating the Spells, sorting out his own harvest.

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The next morning, Wang Zijia did not handle the matter of selecting disciples as usual.

Instead, he floated to Tianhong Mountain, inside the Ascending Immortal Ship.

"Good morning, Martial Uncle Wang!"

"Greetings, Martial Uncle Wang!"

"······"

Disciples they encountered along the way subconsciously stopped their actions. With a look of admiration, they respectfully greeted Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia responded slightly, passed through numerous areas and first arrived at the Control Room.

Different from its appearance during flight, the Control Room had been expanded into a huge hall with numerous light screens appearing. Hundreds of disciples were working in it, each of them had at least three virtual light screens in front of them.

Various scenes flashed through each light screen. Each screen was locked onto either a mortal martial artist or an ordinary farm woman. They were all initial contenders who had ascended the Heavenly Ladder of Tianhong Mountain, and they were currently experiencing the Illusion Trial of the second stage.

In the airspace of the hall, there were also dozens of large screens that were being closely monitored. Nong Yufei was standing on the floating platform in the center of the hall, rapidly dealing with the matters on these screens, too busy to stop.

Wang Zijia looked around. The disciples in the hall were busy with their own tasks and didn’t notice Wang Zijia’s arrival.

Wang Zijia levitated and arrived at the floating high platform in the center of the hall. Looking down, countless light screens flashed, and disciples were operating constantly. The scene gave off a certain futuristic sci-fi flavor, it felt as if he had entered the office area of the future sky mothership.

"How could you bear to come here? Have you finished your tasks? Do you want to help me share some pressure?" Nong Yufei sensed Wang Zijia’s arrival. While he was endlessly operating the light screens, he also spoke.

"No, Thanks, I just came to have a look. Although I’ve stopped the rescue, there’s still a lot of work needed for selecting disciples nationwide. I’m already too busy to manage, let alone come here to look after your Illusion Trial."

As a office worker, Wang Zijia was too familiar with the office culture. The moment Nong Yufei opened his mouth, Wang Zijia immediately showed vigilance and said: "It was you who said that you were not good at supporting the fight. It was owing to that, Senior Brother Lei and I took on the flag."

Nong Yufei gave Wang Zijia a strange look and said, "I was just casually saying that, why are you so alert?"

"I’m a bit overwhelmed!" Wang Zijia said with a poker face.

The corner of Nong Yufei’s mouth twitched. There were only three people in charge of the entire Ascending Immortal Conference, wouldn’t everybody know the situation? A few days ago, he would have believed Wang Zijia, but these days...

Amidst a whirl of thoughts, Nong Yufei didn’t argue with Wang Zijia about whether he was busy or not, and asked, "So why are you here?"

"I’m here to treat the disciples who have been skinned, and I thought I’d swing by." Wang Zijia looked around at the various light screens, watching people’s Illusion Trials.

"You can also heal..." Nong Yufei paused his operations, fell silent for a moment, before saying,

"Oh, I remember you were researching bloodline techniques. That’s good, they’ll suffer less. After all, there aren’t many disciples with bloodline mutations this time, and relying on those few from the Pill Institute is really impractical. Maybe a large number of them are going to die."

Wang Zijia nodded, not saying anything else.

Both of them did not speak much. After silently watching for a while, Wang Zijia quietly drifted away. Nong Yufei glanced at Wang Zijia’s retreating figure, then continued with his own tasks.

...

Wang Zijia left the control room, passed through several areas, and arrived at the lowest two levels of the magic-driven ship, where many mortals lived.

This place didn’t really resemble land anymore, it looked more like a ship.

On both sides of the narrow passage were wooden rooms. Inside each room were two beds and some basic facilities. The environment was just barely satisfactory. But for the many mortal disciples, it was already quite luxurious.

"Greetings, exalted immortal!"

"Salute to the immortal!"

"..."

Wang Zijia ignored the respectful and fearful greetings of the common people. He went through several areas and finally arrived at a few large rooms that had been hastily erected.

In the rooms, people who were either ice sculptures or covered in blood and gore lay on each bed. The chaotic and brutal scene was quite similar to a battlefield hospital.

The already small number of disciples from the Pill Institute and a few disciples with bloodline mutations were too busy to set foot on the ground as they treated the wounded and directed a few temporarily assigned imperial physicians and doctors.

There were also some maids sent by the royal palace to serve the skinned ones. They took care of the disciples who had been released from the ice sculptures with a mix of fear and pity.

"That one over there, didn’t I tell you? They don’t have skin right now, don’t let them touch anything, they’ll get a Gu!"

"Hey, I need someone over here, this guy is about to kick the bucket."

"Senior brother, this guy’s skin regeneration is a bit slow, relying on pills alone won’t work, why not stimulate his bone marrow bloodline and give it a try!"

"Immortal Elder, this old man is a veterinarian, this, this, this kind of skinning injury, this old man really can’t deal with it."

"Who asked you to find a way? Just follow the instructions, feed them medicine, and report any conditions, can’t you even do that?"

"Damn it, I thought it was going to be an easy job coming with the team to recruit disciples, why has it turned out like this?"

"We, the Pill Institute, have just under twenty people on the team, we’re treating three thousand people, and they are still talking about good talent, if they don’t get treated in time, they’ll be on their last breath, even the Martial Uncle from the Pill Institute will be in the dark for a while when he comes, just kill me now!"

"Complaints, complaints, all you know is how to complain, can’t you shut up for a while!"

"Isn’t it tough for me? I specialized in alchemy, not healing! I can make pills, but this bloody mess, I’ve vomited three times already! Oh, I can’t stand it anymore!"

"Get lost, you’re really embarrassing the Pill Institute, you’re quite capable when you’re just loafing around."

"..."

In the entire hall, there were hundreds of people, with only three disciples from the Pill Institute directing a large crowd to work.

Because yesterday’s sealing power was almost gone, many ice sculptures had melted. In order to save as many as possible, a few disciples were truly overwhelmed.

"Cough, Cough!"