My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 281: Rescue

Chapter 281: Chapter 281: Rescue

"Ahem!"

Wang Zijia had been standing there for a while, people passing by him without paying any attention. Wang Zijia had no choice but to cough to get their attention.

"Greetings, Immortal Elders!"

"Salutations to Martial Uncle!"

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With the discovery of one person, the bustling crowd in the hall finally stopped their activities and greeted Wang Zijia all at once. Some mortals were extremely emotional as they knelt and bowed in a grand gesture.

Wang Zijia gave a slight nod, looked around at everyone and said, "Imperial Physicians, Doctors, please go to the other halls to help stabilize the injuries, Palace Maids remain here to tend to the wounded."

"We heed the exalted Immortal’s decree!"

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A group of people were quickly organized by a few mortal soldiers and swiftly left.

"Martial Uncle, shall we continue the treatment?" asked a disciple from the Pill Institute, whose main concern was for the injured. As soon as everyone had left, he eagerly posed the question.

"Let me handle it. After I finish the treatment, you can take care of the rest."

Without waiting for a reaction, Wang Zijia’s mana fluctuated, crimson grains of sand floated from his body like rosy clouds, filling the hall and entering the bodies of the injured.

Meanwhile, he walked over to an injured person. With rosy clouds swirling around him, he pressed his hand on the person’s chest as if performing some kind of bloodline spell.

The one being treated felt a rapid change in his body’s condition. An extremely comfortable warmth overcame him. Subconsciously, he opened his eyes, completely stunned.

What he saw was Wang Zijia, his body emanating a halo of rosy clouds. His astounding appearance at that moment made him look incredibly handsome, more than any mortal, akin to a true immortal, deeply imprinting this figure into his memory.

Wang Zijia felt his gaze and offered him a gentle smile.

The disciple under treatment became slightly dazed. The scene was etched into his memory forever, leaving him utterly senseless.

The palace maids, witnessing this divine spectacle, were all equally dumbstruck.

Even the experienced disciples of the Pill Institute stared at the spectacle in astonishment. The hall, usually as chaotic as a battlefield hospital, fell into an unusual silence.

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These skin graft patients, all being mortals, were easily subject to Demon Seeding by Wang Zijia the day before. He had even hastily cleansed the pollution. Therefore, today’s operations were much more convenient.

Wang Zijia did not need to painstakingly perfect each one, he just needed to create a rough patch of skin. For those who were barely breathing, he replaced the decaying parts and then quickly treated them, making the rest of the work simple.

Just one injury healing pill dissolved in water could treat many patients.

Handing over such work to the disciples of the Pill Institute made everything much easier.

So, under everyone’s shocked gaze, Wang Zijia’s radiant light rained down for an hour. He then paid individual attention to each patient on the beds. The wounds of all the patients in the two hundred beds in the hall were more than half healed.

After finishing the treatment of the last disciple, Wang Zijia looked around the hall, nodded with satisfaction, and told to the somewhat dazed disciples of the Pill Institute, "The rest is up to you guys, I’m heading to the next room."

"Ah! Sure!" The two disciples from the Pill Institute responded in a daze.

Watching Wang Zijia leave, one of them subconsciously said, "Is this what it’s like to be a Dao Child of the Sect? This level of healing is at least at the Magic Door level, isn’t it? How long has it been since Uncle Wang was promoted, and he already reached the Double Magic Door!"

"Yeah, this is our Sect’s Dao Child!"

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While the two were discussing, the palace maids were still somewhat stunned by the miraculous scene they witnessed.

After spending more than half a day going in and out of more than ten temporary halls resembling battlefield hospitals, Wang Zijia finally completed the initial comprehensive treatment. The remaining work could be fully managed by the disciples of the Pill Institute.

However, Wang Zijia did not leave immediately. Instead, he chose a few targets from dozens of top-grade spiritual root disciples and started a plan that he had long wanted to try after many tests.

The rich power of the Illusion Technique enveloped the targets, and the early-stage templates compiled in the Blood Jade Book, combined with Wang Zijia’s own experiences, tales from his previous life, and the current specific situation, began to be invoked.

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Feng Haonan, a native of Shenjing Village in Liuxin Town, suburb of Tianhong Bailin City.

From a young age, Feng Haonan knew he was different from others. At the age of one, he fully understood his parents’ words. But when he conversed fluently with his parents, they looked at him in terror.

That day, he was immersed in well water, forced to drink the dark talisman medicine, restrained, and sat for an entire night in front of the incense case in the Ancestral Hall.

At that tender age, for the first time, he understood what suffering was, and what ignorance was. After a night of high fever, he managed to make it through the day which seemed akin to hell.

A close call with the Ghost Gate made him understand a few things.

Being extremely precocious, he began to understand what hiding one’s abilities meant.

Pretending to be a fool for two years, he observed the behavior of his peers and learned everything about this world.

Slowly, he assimilated into the world!

At the age of five, Feng Haonan had a clear understanding of the village and the town. He also realized clearly that the uncles in the village were really silly. They would get duped over a few pennies.

But because of his childhood experiences, he did not show any reaction to all of this. He silently watched, observing with cold eyes, almost as if he was merely a spectator of this world.

At the age of six, an old Taoist came to the village claiming to be collecting disciples for an Immortal. Under his command, the chickens, ducks, dogs, and cats of the village were obedient as humans, which made all the villagers worship him.

Seeing such deceptive tricks, the monkey performances on the town’s stage could also do this, it was just that the old Taoist was more ingenious. That’s what Feng Haonan thought at the time, so he looked on with cold eyes.

Then, the old Taoist, as if seeing through his disguise, found him in the crowd. After inquiring about some of his situations, he exclaimed in surprise, "Extreme Spiritual Root Precocious?"

At that time, he didn’t understand what this meant.

All he knew was that he was sold by his parents. He was very valuable, a total of eight ounces of silver, enough to buy an acre of land. Many people in the village were extremely envious, saying that he had an Immortal fate, and his future was limitless.

He did not know what lay ahead or what the outcome would be. He was still a cold observer.

After all, he did not have any feelings for his so-called parents. It was better to leave these ignorant people. It seemed that it wasn’t bad to follow the old Taoist and become a swindler.

At least he could use his brain, right?

But the development of events was completely different from what he thought.

The next day, he watched as the old Taoist turned his hand into a wolf’s paw, infected a few people, then took him to watch the whole night from the top of the tallest building in Bailin City.

That night, flames blazed everywhere, cries shook the heavens, and a faint smell of blood and fire lingered in his nose all night.

When the morning light spread over the earth the following day, Bailin City, which had been in turmoil all night, had lost its former laughter.