My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 356 - 339: News about Spiritual Objects and Promotion

Chapter 356: Chapter 339: News about Spiritual Objects and Promotion

The lean old Taoist, Hui Feiyang, seeing Wang Zijia showing no sign of wanting them to avoid his presence, moved with him, and began practicing as well. Fu Wenrui and Li Lexin hesitated for a moment but remained still.

Thus, they quietly waited for nearly half an hour before Wang Zijia slowly finished his session.

"We pay our respects to the Ancestor!" x3

Only then, the three of them displayed their respect.

Wang Zijia nodded, and the lean old Taoist, Hui Feiyang, uttered, "Master has called us here, is there anything you need?"

Wang Zijia did not respond immediately, but instead, walked into the tower.

Seeing this, the three immediately followed.

The group entered the Demon-suppressing Tower and arrived at Wang Zijia’s Cultivation Room.

The three stood respectfully, while Wang Zijia sat down and began to examine them.

The silence lasted for a moment, but as saints, they held their breath and quietly waited.

All three men were at the pinnacle of the Peak Wine Ceremony’s cultivation level, but they were yet a distance from the Perfected Realm.

Among them, the most solid, the lean old Taoist Hui Feiyang, had only understood two top-grade techniques and had only achieved great mastery of the Dao Foundation.

The other two had only managed to comprehend one top-grade technique and one medium-grade technique.

Of all the competitors, they were the best in this world.

The likes of Mo Yunzi, whom Wang Zijia met earlier and was at the pinnacle of the Peak Wine Ceremony, only barely completed the aggregation of the Dao foundation’s top-grade technique, achieving the peak of the ceremony.

Several had relied solely on lower-grade techniques, disregarding their foundation, to breakthrough in one fell swoop.

Therefore, anchoring these three and choosing two of them was the best option. Why two? Don’t they already have a bird demon?

After examining them for a while, enjoying the silence, Wang Zijia finally spoke:

"In this trip to the Lower Realm, besides exorcising demons and teaching, I have one important task."

At this point, Wang Zijia paused. The three listened attentively, without interrupting.

"I need three true disciples to hold the treasures of the sect, anchoring your Qinglian Realm, to fully stabilize the ascension channel."

"In this way, in the future, as long as any monk reaches the maximum power of that realm, he can ascend to the Upper Realm and become my disciples of Wanyu Sect."

Upon hearing this, the three promptly raised their heads, staring at Wang Zijia with widened eyes.

Wang Zijia ignored their reactions and continued, "Because I accepted the Spirit Fire Bird yesterday as the Sect’s Guardian Beast, it can be considered filling one quota."

"The remaining two quotas could possibly be filled from among you. Therefore, I will soon give you comprehensive training, and I will choose from among you in the end. We’ll see how things go."

Upon hearing this, the three unintentionally glanced at each other.

Even though they had been close friends for many years, there was no hint of yielding in their eyes at this moment.

"But let me make this clear first. Once you become a true person who suppresses boundaries, even if the ascension channel is stabilized, you won’t be able to ascend before we find a replacement."

"Fortunately, this Time Forbidden Zone is quite special right now, so you won’t waste too much of your lifespan. Have you understood what I just said?"

"We understand!" x3!

The three unanimously responded.

Wang Zijia nodded, "If that’s the case, let’s start from today."

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Qinglian Realm, Xianling Year Five.

Immortal Venerable Du Shi sensed the difficult path of Qinglian Realm and desired to use great mana to penetrate the two realms of man and immortal, establish an ascension channel, and reopen the ancient immortal gate.

Three great true men are needed to hold the boundary!

However, the Qinglian Realm was in its last days for several hundred years, the Cultivation World was declining, and not one true man was available for use.

Consequently, Immortal Venerable Du Shi spread the mandate widely, recruiting named disciples to cultivate the true men who suppress boundaries.

As the Immortal Venerable preaches without distinction and disfavors no one, taking disciples along his travels stirred clouds from all directions.

Many Gurus of this world once again flooded into the Time Forbidden Zone, and many even moved their entire sect into the Demon Suppression Sect.

Since then, the Demon Suppression Sect has become the only Holy Land in the Qinglian Realm, immovable and immortal for millennia.

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Time passed in a flash, and half a month passed in the Forbidden Zone, while five years hurriedly passed in the Qinglian Realm.

Wang Zijia taught his disciples daily, using the scraps from the Forbidden Zone to make jade talismans.

In the basement, he extracted the pollution from corpses to nourish the armor.

The disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect in the outside world were searching all over for spiritual materials related to the pupil surgery, visiting wildernesses and ruins far and wide.

As time went by, the status of the Qinglian Realm was gradually improving, and both the Mundane and Cultivation Worlds were experiencing golden ages.

Under the system set up by Wang Zijia, where child officials of both mundane and immortal worlds co-governed, the world was developing rapidly.

The population was growing, and geniuses were emerging constantly.

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In the underground cold storage, Wang Zijia sat cross-legged in a large cold storage room, wearing the armor, with numerous silk threads curling around him.

Each silk thread penetrated a deformed corpse.

Hints of an unspeakable aura slowly crept upwards along the silk thread, disappearing the moment they entered the Broken Armor.

The cold storage and the deformed corpses created a dark and eerie atmosphere, making the otherwise classic and majestic underground palace seem unusually sinister.

"Crack!"

After a long while, a sudden crisp sound could be heard.

Wang Zijia, who had entered tranquility, suddenly opened his eyes, examining the trembling armor on his body with an expression of joy.

As the armor trembled, it disintegrated into fragments and separated from Wang Zijia’s body. Above Wang Zijia’s head, it burst forth with a strong spiritual light.

Simultaneously, a bloody cloak grew rapidly from the back of the armor, its materialization completing in an instant.