My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 327 - 317: The Extreme Uncertainty of Being Unlucky!

Chapter 327: Chapter 317: The Extreme Uncertainty of Being Unlucky!

Wang Zijia, with a grave expression, reached out and picked up the wine bottle, pouring two and a half ounces of the liquid into it. Following that, he pulled out various kinds of poison and venom, pouring them into the mixture.

As the liquid was mixed in, the ancient, moldy death replacement talisman paper floated within it.

After Wang Zijia finished everything, he took a deep breath, activated the spell, and his only blood droplet emitted an extraordinary spiritual light. It transformed into a blood-red aura and rushed into the altar.

"Three Pure Ones above!

Today, a disciple constructs the altar, summons ghosts, merges toxins, and performs curse techniques while beset by evil spirits!

Those who hear me will be deaf;

Those who see me will be blind;

Those who curse me will have complete bad luck, and the calamity of blood light will come upon them;

Using the Tao Fruit as proof;

Using chaos as a cover;

Using sinners as a shield, anyone who seeks to harm me will suffer the consequences!

The divine weapon urgently carries out my order!"

"Rise!"

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At the same time as Wang Zijia was performing his ritual, outside, five immortal children seated cross-legged on the base of the bone altar started moving. One by one, they opened their mouths and exhaled several intensely fierce ghost Qi.

As the ghost Qi gathered, a small ghost fog tornado formed on the base. The spiritual negative pressure generated by the wind pressure seemed to activate the entire altar.

A strong spiritual wind stirred the rich, foreboding and filthy aura, and the demon ghost in the center of the wind’s eye absorbed all kinds of demonic Qi and ghost Qi.

Despite being only in the Child Stage, the demon’s body seemed like a bottomless pit, continuously consuming.

The chilling sight left the five within the body of the Immortal Child struck dumb.

Although they didn’t know what was happening, the strange scene indicated that it was no simple event.

The five of them were acutely aware that they may have become involved in the Inner Sect’s unknown battle.

Each of them was greatly shocked, their hearts skipping a beat!

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In the blood-colored Sea of Consciousness, due to the altar’s pull, a filthy waterfall suddenly fell from the sky dome, with all the demonic Qi and ghost Qi absorbed into the liquid of the altar, serving as resources for the curse technique.

After a long while, under the support of Wang Zijia’s mana, all the forces fused into a grey-colored current, which disappeared without a trace as it circulated.

Once again, Wang Zijia felt the presence of a gigantic figure of light.

The figure of light stood towering high, as if hundreds of feet tall, while he seemed as small as an ant, like a mere spot of light.

But at that moment, the figure of light was surrounded by clearly visible strands of grey, morose aura clinging to it. Dense and minute, it looked like extremely fine black spider threads, tangled around the figure of light.

Wang Zijia, filled with a grey aura several hundreds of times thicker than usual, came to this place without any hesitation and collided with it.

With the collision, a familiar sense of chaotic consciousness swept over him, and by the time he regained his senses, he had already returned to the blood-colored Sea of Consciousness.

He began to wait anxiously, but before Wang Zijia could react, he was startled as the dormant demonic seed power activated.

What surprised Wang Zijia was that unlike previous demon seeding scenarios where the target was completely unaware, this time, whether it was the target’s unique skills or the difference in cultivation was too large, he could clearly feel the difficulty of the intrusion. Furthermore, it seemed like the other party had noticed the invading force.

They used some means to resist, but that method...it resisted for an instant, then split into two forces, one continuing to resist while the other surprisingly started to help him out!!!

It was as if they had seen a companion and warmly welcomed him!

"How dare you..."

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In Wanyu Sect, at the foot of Qifeng Mountain, in the North District of the Secular Courtyard building complex, the ancestral land of the Yue Family of the God Monarch clan.

The Yue Family is a major Inner Sect clan that has grown over the years, with a history of over five thousand years. It has produced four Patriarchs who were God Monarchs, and although they were all stuck at the Infant God of the fourth realm, this still put them in the middle class of the Wanyu Sect.

During these five thousand years, the family had experienced both periods of prosperity, when they had up to three God Monarchs at the same time, and periods of strain, when there was a shortage of Infant Gods. Ultimately, the Yue family persevered through all these times.

And now, the Yue Family was once again nearing such a dark time.

Yue Changqing, the only Infant God in the clan, was already over nine hundred years old. This was late in life for a thousand-year-old Infant God.

Even though he had eaten many life-extension drugs, Yue Changqing had suffered many injuries in his youth and had damaged his fundamental strength. Such injuries had left him with many problems that were difficult to solve.

Although he was able to turn the tables with his extraordinary talent, once he aged, all sorts of problems would arise.

Thus, he was at an age where he knew his destiny but did not know if death or tomorrow would come first.

Under such circumstances, let alone having an Infant God jade in the Yue Clan’s new generation, there wasn’t even a single hope of breaking through to the Infant God stage.

So, in the recent hundred years, both he and the Yue family he represented were somewhat impatient, eager for quick results, and goal-centric.

As a result, when he heard that Elder Qianhu had set her sights on the Hundred Promise Fox Spirit Fruit Tree and planned to pioneer the Western Fox Language Devil Forest.

To leave sufficient resources for his clan and to speedily cultivate the next Infant God after his death;

At the very least, he could use his legacy and abundant resources to cultivate a pseudo-Infant God to help the family through difficult times. He did not hesitate to use various connections to try and insert his grandson into the pioneer team.

As for the task of pioneering, the whole family could mobilize if necessary. Also, it was a good time for him, an old man, to make a last-ditch effort, just to bring a final divine light to his clan.

Who would have known that man proposes but God disposes? The originally sure-fire plan met with a hitch in the end.

Frustrated, he had been cursing the inept later generations in the clan for several days, causing a large group of younger generations to live in fear and silence.