My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 303 - 299: The Current Situation of the Spirit Suppressing Realm

Chapter 303: Chapter 299: The Current Situation of the Spirit Suppressing Realm

Wanyu and Bone Soul Sect were neighboring each other and had been waging war for hundreds of years, with some mini worlds nearly fragmented by the battles;

Flying Immortals and Blissful Gate were in a continuous back-and-forth battle, often gathering together with other sects for a grand melee, and engaging in pitched battles between good and evil forces;

Blood Spirit Sect was entangled in a love-hate relationship with the Daqian Dynasty. One day, monsters would appear in Daqian to promote heresy, killing a group of people. The next day, our great scholars would infiltrate their territory, with a white rainbow across the sun and a thousand miles of red land, all for the cause of exorcism and defense of the sacred path.

The only neutral Wentian Pavilion, in such an environment, conducted the information business brilliantly.

Branches were opened throughout the Spirit Suppressing Realm, including even the Three Great Devil Sects. While reaping the benefits from all sides, they also constantly influenced the six directions through their information business.

Under such chaotic circumstances, the Spirit Suppressing Realm had maintained relative stability for nearly two thousand years.

The main reason was the massive losses from the last comprehensive war that implicated all seven factions with the Lower Three Realms perishing countless lives, even members of the God Monarch in the Middle Third Boundary fell in three digits.

As a result, throughout these recent one or two thousand years, the seven factions dared not hastily escalate their battles to involve the God Monarchs of the Middle Third Boundary.

No matter if it were the Outer Sect Disciples in the Child Stage on the low end, or the Inner Sect disciples in the Sacrificial Wine Stage, or even the Direct Disciples in the Perfected realm, the God Monarchs hardly intervened, maintaining their bottom line and tacit understanding.

Even if the young ones from one’s side were killed, both sides would simply exchanged verbal salvos, engage in a bickering war, and eventually call it off. Without absolute certainty, no one dared to start afresh.

However, two thousand years was a bit long; an Infant God would have undergone two cycles of life and death, so some fears gradually faded, and the recent years of increasingly intense fighting were the best representation of this situation.

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In the morning, I looked at some materials and made two talismans.

In the afternoon, Wang Zijia, in a rare instance, turned to mentor mode, allowing An Xingsheng to arrange two teaching sessions with disciples.

As his fame spread throughout the entire sect, especially as he not only had a resounding reputation but also ’true skills’, his tutoring sessions were renowned for their effectiveness.

Therefore, now Wang Zijia’s personal tutoring scheduling in Fu Tower was no longer him waiting for disciples, but disciples waiting for him to be available.

Once he had some free time and opened up tutoring scheduling times, disciples would come flooding in. Well, it was a bit skewed towards the fairer sex, female disciples predominantly.

Even though his current tutoring fee ranged from ten to a hundred Dao Kung, these disciples were still very enthusiastic about it.

Of course, in order to maintain his image and for various considerations, Wang Zijia would, at most, give pointers to five or six disciples each time before calling it a day.

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In a blink, a day passed. Today, Wang Zijia, surprisingly, didn’t leave work early and waited until the end of work.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Wang Zijia, with a flicker of thought, conjured a flock of sand crystal-like blood water on the table, and a crystalline red small bird formed.

The small bird flexed its wings, shoved a Storage Bag into itself, and flew out of the window.

Through various streets and districts, it finally arrived at the South District, Jade Flying Street, Fire Lacquer Teahouse.

The familiar private room window had long been opened. Wang Zijia took one glance before rushing in.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Xiaoyao!" As soon as Wang Zijia settled on the table in the private room, Ji Chao immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully.

"There’s no need for such formalities!" The palm-sized crystalline red bird spoke in a human voice, took a glimpse of Ji Chao, nodded and said, "Not bad, your aura is condensed, the foundation is robust, Fourth-grade Dao Foundation, there’s hope for Perfected Realm. Your hard work over the years has not been in vain."

"All thanks to Senior Brother’s help, Ji Chao will certainly not disregard the various acts of kindness from Senior Brother in the past!" Ji Chao replied seriously.

"No need for that, your achievements today are mostly due to your own efforts, I just gave you a little push." Wang Zijia made a casual comment, maintaining his aloof image, not dwelling on the pleasantries, and directly shifting the topic, "Let’s trade!"

"Senior Brother Xiaoyao, if you have any talismans in the future, just hand them over to me to sell. I owe Senior Brother so much kindness..."

"I was going to say something later, but since you’ve brought it up now, I might as well clarify it now."

Before Ji Chao could finish, Wang Zijia stopped him, extended his wing, pulled out a luminescent Illusory Talisman Summon from his body, and asked,

"Do you know why I’ve been trading with you for so long, and even within the Sect, I never ever show up in person?"

Ji Chao showed a puzzled expression. Previously he assumed that Wang Zijia was just overly cautious, but what did his words mean now?

As his thoughts raced, he stared into Wang Zijia’s eyes and said, "Junior Brother is slow-witted, please enlighten me, Senior Brother."

"There are if not thousands, at least hundreds of different paths in the sect, but the factions you know of are overt factions. Beneath these overt factions, there are some hidden factions." The crystalline red bird looked at Ji Chao, and spoke, "Have you ever heard about them?"

Ji Chao hesitated, and tentatively said, "The infamous Dark Government Watchers? Or the one specially scrutinizing various factions’ affairs...those senior brothers?"

The bird that Wang Zijia had transformed into shook its head then nodded, and clarified, "Something like Dark Watchers, but the difference is that Dark Watchers, though covert positions, they have clearly defined positions and departments."

"As for us hidden factions, to be precise, we don’t have a fixed department or faction. All hidden faction disciples, in their public identities, are disciples of various factions. Most of the time, they remain hidden."