My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 296 - 293 Land Requirement_2

Chapter 296: Chapter 293 Land Requirement_2

An Xingsheng paused, then cautiously asked, "Martial Uncle, what do you mean by ’scope’?"

"The periphery of the disciple recruitment team before this big competition," Wang Zijia said with a serious expression, then added after a moment’s thought:

"If it’s difficult to investigate, just look at the periphery of our own Qifu Faction, and among those in the team of senior brothers, who has disappeared. Focus on the days when our departure occurred."

An Xingsheng’s eyes flickered for a moment as he thought about the Devil Cultivator who had earlier tried to hijack the journey, then he nodded and said, "Disciple understands!"

"Don’t be overly cautious. Just search without stirring the pot, it won’t matter if people find out," added Wang Zijia. Since this issue arose because of him, it wouldn’t be a problem if people knew he was looking into it.

"Disciple knows what to do!" affirmed An Xingsheng with a nod.

"Good, if there are no other matters, you may leave. Don’t forget your classes in the afternoon. It’s the first lecture when you come back!" Wang Zijia said as he saw his guest out.

"Disciple understands!"

Having said his piece, An Xingsheng respectfully bowed to Wang Zijia and closed the door behind him when he left.

Wang Zijia then sifted through various materials. In addition to the follow-up efforts for the disciple recruitment teams, there were changes in the Fu Tower over the past half-year.

Such as the additional B-grade teaching halls, or the hallmarks achieved by the A-grade lecture senior brothers.

Having spent the whole morning sorting through a messy pile of documents, he didn’t even have time for a break.

The books that An Xingsheng had loaned him were untouched as he busied himself this way.

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In the afternoon, when Wang Zijia and An Xingsheng arrived at his exclusive lecture hall, Pavilion No. 13 of the A-level: Jade Capital Pavilion, they discovered that, during the half year they hadn’t seen it, the Pavilion had undergone a renovation.

The overall architecture had been expanded and the traditional building materials had been replaced with something akin to translucent jade. However, the style of the era of the ancient sects had been preserved.

The pavilion was spotlessly white, with elaborate carvings interspersed among the jade railings, lending it a spectacular, grand, and awe-inspiringly ethereal air.

Upon entering, Wang Zijia involuntarily paused to take in his surroundings for a moment.

Not only had the building been transformed, but its capacity had also greatly increased. Originally seating just over two hundred, it had doubled with the addition of five hundred shelves, accommodating a thousand listeners.

Based primarily on the scale and layout, it was entirely in line with the top tier offerings that came with a gold card of the Fu Pavilion at the Qifu Faction. Evidently, the Fu Tower of the Qifu Faction had also given Wang Zijia, a Dao child, its full recognition.

Entering the classroom, the noisy murmurs quickly quieted down.

Wang Zijia glanced around at the crowd below him. There were fewer familiar faces and many more new ones. They all looked at Wang Zijia with curious, probing, inspecting, and admiring expressions.

"Why are you all staring at me? You don’t recognize me after half a year?" Wang Zijia joked, "I haven’t taught for half a year, and it seems like a lot has changed. I even started thinking that I’ve become important!"

"Martial Uncle, is it true that you killed the demon fox of the Perfected Realm?" a disciple at the pinnacle of the Child Stage plucked up the courage to ask.

Wang Zijia looked at the crowd below him and said with a smile, "Look at your expressions. Even if I say it’s not true, you probably won’t believe it. So, let’s just say it is!"

"Really?!"

"I thought the rumor of combating the demon body with the demon form was false!"

"Martial Uncle, what is the Tianhong Dynasty like?"

"Martial Uncle, why did you establish the Demon Suppression Sect? Do you want to be a tower keeper in the Demon Suppression Tower of the Inner Sect in the future?"

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For a time, everyone below was voicing their questions.

Wang Zijia didn’t show any impatience, occasionally offering a reply or two, fostering a cozy atmosphere for a good half moment.

When Wang Zijia checked the time and saw it was nearly time to start, he signaled for silence with his hand. The crowd quietened immediately. He said, "It’s almost time. As per our usual ritual before starting class, why don’t you all taste some of the strange delicacies from my household? These have been painstakingly prepared by my little kitchen maiden, no less, after she returned from her advanced study in the mortal world!"

The faces of some of the older students who had been all enthusiastic earlier froze up, stunned to think that more advanced study was even possible.

Only a very few looked excited, their eyes gleaming as if they were dogs seeing dung. It was clear that Wang Zijia had successfully developed a fondness for bizarre tastes in these few.

Such individuals caused Wang Zijia to pause for a bit, understanding that in any world, there would always be some oddballs who thought canned fish was delicious!!!

Meanwhile, the new students were mostly filled with curiosity, anticipation, exploration, and eagerness to try.

In the half a year, Wang Zijia’s fame echoed through the Outer Sect, his deeds had become all kinds of legends.

Among them, there were two related to the Fu Tower in the Sect. One was that his teaching talent was against heaven’s will. The other was his love for all kinds of strange food, unknown to him. He always liked to share with his disciples and thought the taste was not bad.

With it, the reputation of the black cook Bai Qian also made quite a lot of noise.

"Anyone willing to try?" Wang Zijia lightly said, opening the box.

The sour and refreshing taste instantly filled the Lecture Hall. The elders’ faces turned green, and the newcomers were eager to try, some even volunteered.

"There are only two hundred servings this time, consider it a gift of luck!" Wang Zijia, seeing this, waved his hand and distributed the pastries. Most of them went to the newcomers who wanted to try, and a few of the elders who looked particularly uncomfortable were purposefully singled out by Wang Zijia.

Having no choice, as their sophistication was not up to par, Wang Zijia was helping them!

"Um!"

"Bleh!"

"What the hell is this?!"

"You don’t appreciate it, eat more, once you’ve endured the special period, you’ll find it delicious!"

"..."

With everyone’s tasting, their faces twisted instantly.

"What, isn’t it good?" Wang Zijia asked confusedly.

"No, it’s delicious, really delicious!" Some people replied with contorted expressions.

"Then go ahead and eat." Wang Zijia lightly said, waving his hand to open the Illusion Formation of the Lecture Hall, then made a gentle gesture.

The entire hall quickly changed, instantly turning into a sunny grassland layout. Everyone sat on the grass, looking at Wang Zijia on the floating cloud, beginning to teach the basic Fu production techniques.

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After half an afternoon of classes, in the process, Wang Zijia selected more than fifty Demon Seeders who were just one step away from a breakthrough, for the sake of emphasis.

The result was that people were breaking through continuously during the class, making all the spectators envious.

After class, all kinds of news took off again, and his reputation as a teaching genius, under such a strong wind, grew even louder.

After finishing the lecture, Wang Zijia did not continue to slack off or wait for people to ask for help, but he ditched the class early and went to the Pill Medicine Pavilion officially opened by the Pill Institute in the sect.

"Greetings Martial Uncle Wang!" As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the pavilion, the salesperson responsible for welcoming the guests greeted him with surprise and bowed hastily.

Wang Zijia took one look, and it was actually someone he knew. The last time he had something to do with the Foundation Building Pills, this person had helped.

"What’s your name again?" Wang Zijia asked, looking at him.

Sha Wenguang’s face showed surprise, and he immediately replied, "In response to Martial Uncle, my name is Sha Wenguang!"

"Your surname is Sha?" Wang Zijia asked in surprise. "The Sha from the Sha Family?"

The Qifu Faction, the Sha, Single, and White families were all top-ranked clans that had enjoyed uninterrupted success in the Perfected Realm since their foundation.

"Yes!" Sha Wenguang’s face turned slightly dark.

"Then how did you end up here working as a servant?" Wang Zijia looked at him and asked curiously.

"Actually, many of our three families have disciples like us. The spirit root grafting pill that I got at the beginning was not very good, it was just second grade."

"Plus, the fusion wasn’t perfect during the grafting, so I ended up with a seven-grade incomplete spiritual root. To be assigned to the Pill Medicine Pavilion is already the result of a lot of effort from my family." Sha Wenguang said with a dull face.

’Well, he’s from a spirit root grafting pill, it’s no wonder. This position is already very high!’

Meanwhile, Wang Zijia had already entered the pavilion and gone up to the second floor.

"Martial Uncle, what kind of elixir do you want to buy?" Sha Wenguang set aside his sentiment, returned to his normal reception state, and asked Wang Zijia.

"Hmm..." Wang Zijia thought for a moment before speaking, "What kind of second-grade explosive pills are there? Or show me all the status-type pills, including buff, weaken, curse, poison, negatives, etc."

The strange request made Sha Wenguang pause for a moment, before replying, "Very well, Martial Uncle!"