My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 411 - 379: Rules

Chapter 411: Chapter 379: Rules

Li Xuehai’s legs trembled a bit, his face pale white as he said, "Disciple..."

"The word was going around the sect yesterday that a new Dao Child has emerged who is also a Perfected at the tender age of eighteen, and I was just marveling at it. I can’t believe I am meeting the actual person so soon."

Even before Li Xuehai had finished speaking, a figure arrived quickly, warmly greeting Wang Zijia, saying,

"Junior brother Wang, you should have notified your visit to the Secular Courtyard. If I don’t serve you well and the word gets out about it, it could start quite some buzz within our Sect!"

Wang Zijia glanced sideways and saw a woman with a pretty face and nice figure. She was slightly dazzling, possessing some allure of a mortal beauty.

Yue Qingqing, a Perfected at the middle stage, one of the direct lineages of the Yue family and a contemporary genius. She was one of the administrators of the Secular Courtyard, the niece of Dean Yue Baishou, with whom she was particularly close.

She was one of the only two Perfecteds from the Yue family who stayed in the Sect, all the rest had gone to the battlefield.

Of course, going to the battlefield did not mean taking a risk to their lives. There were many jobs there that did not necessarily involve fighting.

Having the information about his counterpart in mind, Wang Zijia responded indifferently, "Is that so? I am not worth such an esteemed meeting. I wouldn’t dare contravene the great rules of the Secular Courtyard and make Senior Sister Yue arrange such a grand reception for me."

With his discourteous words and attitude, Yue Qingqing’s brow furrowed.

After receiving the news the day before, she had quickly accessed Wang Zijia’s information. Her Yue family did have some conflict with him, but Wang Zijia was the one who held the advantage, and the Yue Family had done nothing to him.

Amid her fleeting thoughts, she looked at Li Xuehai whose face had turned pale with fright and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"I am guilty. Please, Martial Uncle, forgive me!" Li Xuehai immediately dropped to his knees.

Compared to the uncertain situation with Wang Zijia, it was very simple for Yue Qingqing, one of his higher-ups, to punish him.

"You are guilty of nothing, you were merely following the rules. There should be more like you in the Secular Courtyard who serve as pillars. Wouldn’t that allow us to overpower other courtyards and reign supreme?" Wang Zijia coldly looked at Li Xuehai, speaking in an icy tone.

Upon seeing this, Yue Qingqing instantly understood. She had been managing the Secular Courtyard for many years and was extremely familiar with the internal politics of the place.

"You insolent fool, you only know how to throw your weight around. The reputation of my Yue family and the Secular Courtyard has been tainted by the likes of you."

Yue Qingqing stared at Li Xuehai, scolded him, raised her hand to point out a light screen, and said, "Since you enjoy flexing your muscles so much, the Moon Demon Cliff frontline is short of hands at the moment. You can go there and show off in front of the Bone Soul Demon Cultivator of the Bone Soul Sect!"

Li Xuehai turned pale and sat lifelessly on the spot, as if he was lost in a trance.

Wang Zijia calmly watched without stopping it and did not show any signs of pleasure.

Although he didn’t despise Li Xuehai that much, he also felt no sympathy for him. If Li Xuehai wanted to use him to curry favor with someone, he should have considered the possibility of this outcome.

Once Yue Qingqing was done dealing with Li Xuehai’s matter, the two paid him no more attention. Yue Qingqing then turned to Wang Zijia and smiled, saying, "Junior Brother Wang, why don’t you come and sit with me?"

"Maybe it’s best if I don’t. Just follow the rules. The Secular Courtyard has too many rules. I’m afraid that when I leave, it will cause rumors to spread saying I am ill-mannered and that I am exploiting my talents," Wang Zijia replied nonchalantly.

His grievances with the Yue family ended when Yue Changqing died.

However, it didn’t mean he would let go of the past and cozy up to the members of the Yue family.

They were neither enemies nor friends. As long as the Yue family did not provoke him, they could lead separate lives.

Seeing this, Yue Qingqing frowned slightly, then soon relaxed, saying, "It’s our mistake. We must have upset Brother Wang. I’ll make sure to give you a satisfactory reply."

In her words, she no longer engaged in small talk, but opened her mouth and said, "Junior Brother, did you come in person today for matters regarding the opening of your meridians?"

"Yes, I came in person to check what could be against the rules so that I could make amendments when I go back," Wang Zijia replied expressionlessly.

Yue Qingqing paused for a moment, then responded with a constant smile on her face,

"Junior Brother Wang, you are joking. You can just submit an application. Your activation task has been completed, and all procedures are in compliance with the rules. On our side, there will certainly be a green light all the way, promptly reviewing all kinds of resources."

"Then I will thank Senior Sister Yue first. I have a lot of things to do today, so I won’t be a bother." Having said that, Wang Zijia saluted Yue Qingqing and turned to leave the Secular Courtyard.

"Has the Yue family fallen so low that we don’t even get respect from a Dao Child, since our ancestor has left!"

Yue Qingqing watched Wang Zijia leave for a while, her eyes flashing with hatred as she muttered to herself somberly, "Our Yue family will sooner or later avenge the grudge against the Bone Soul Sect!"

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"Huh!"

After Wang Zijia left the Secular Courtyard, he took a long sigh of relief.

Hovering in the air, looking at the place beneath him that once seemed unattainable, a place that filled him with such tremendous pressure that he felt his life was constantly under threat, he had now reached a point where he could freely handle it.

A smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, a sense of unearthly pleasure rose from the bottom of his heart.

Wasn’t this what he had been striving for? He put in relentless effort cultivating, taking a path that others needed three hundred years to travel in just three years, just to achieve the privilege to be carefree!

In this world where the strong preyed on the weak, he no longer floated around aimlessly, living like an ant!

All of this just for today’s outcome, all the hard work was worth it!

In his thoughts, Wang Zijia no longer looked at the Secular Courtyard below, but headed towards another side of the mountain foot, the direction of the Artifact Academy.

...

"Senior Brother Wang... Martial Uncle Wang, hello!"

"Senior Brother Wang?!"

...

Upon arriving at the Artifact Academy, Wang Zijia received a warm welcome—quite a contrast to the awe he garnered from those in the Secular Courtyard.

As the disciples caught sight of him, they instinctively approached, warmly greeting him. Only upon realizing that he had become a Perfected did they show a stupefied expression.

Wang Zijia, with a smile on his face, slightly nodded in response.

Feeling the enthusiasm and astonishment of the surrounding disciples, Wang Zijia, with a faint smile, confidently navigated through the massive halls, feeling even more excited.

He returned once again to the core area of the Artifact Academy, into the rare landscape called Terrain Park.

"Boom Boom!"

Stepping into the park-like place, a strong rumble echoed. With curiosity, Wang Zijia levitated and looked towards the center.

At that moment in the Terrain Park, there were eleven disciples at the peak of mastering the sacrificial wine. Ten of them were dressed in black robes, and one in a green robe. It seemed like they were confronting each other.

What fascinated him was that the disciple in the green robe was chasing the ten in black robes, causing havoc everywhere.

With a lift of the green-robed disciple’s hand, he sent out talismans that possessed not much power but more of marking spells, scattering them recklessly, chasing the disciples in black robes with a gleeful and triumphant expression.

After the black-robed disciples got marked—it took just a few moments—the sky would accurately fall, showering down streams of light, bombarding them continuously like divine soldiers descending from heavens with rockets.

The bombardment continued until the defense mechanisms of the disciples hit were all shattered, making them plead for mercy towards the center.

"Martial Uncle, stop bombing, stop it, I can’t withstand it any longer, I really can’t!"

The black-clad disciple pleaded tearfully while running around like a desperate rat chased by a cat.

"Haha!"

At this, the lone disciple in green robes laughed heartily.

After focusing his gaze, wasn’t that Bai Yu, the disciple of Qiu Liangong, who had once been bombarded and ran around like a terrorized rat?

Had the once downtrodden turned the tables, and had now begun to act the oppressor?

Why was he flaunting so overbearingly?

Indeed, the young dragon slayer eventually became a wicked dragon!

Gazing across the entire Terrain Park, there was no sight of its former exquisiteness—merely a scene of devastation, looking as if it were plowed by rocket bombs.

At this moment, apart from the nine black-robed disciples still scurrying about, dozens of black-clad disciples lay whimpering on the battlefield—all mastering the art of the sacrificial wine, lying hopelessly on the ground.

With their neat maneuvers despite the tumult, it was clear that they had been bombed quite often recently!

His gaze turned towards the center, where Qiu Liangong was standing atop the peak of Terrain Park’s tower. Behind him, the original two large boxes had been refined into a small box about the size of a sword sheath.

No more detecting ripples emitted from the sword-sized box. Only streams of red light, flowing like rockets.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Continuously firing, responding to the marks set by Bai Yu, the one in the green robe.

Qiu Liangong was contemplating something while watching the battlefield and maintaining the magic tool.

"So he really did create the Fairyland Version Rocket that could auto track!

No more need for calling and radar locking, just a marking talisman to solve it—quite powerful indeed!"

Wang Zijia, watching the battlefield while walking through the air towards the center.

Probably because he didn’t conceal his True Human aura, it triggered something and the sword sheath made a sudden turn. Streams of light suddenly charged at him.

Caught off guard, Wang Zijia raised his hand, and a chopstick-sized long spear flew out, colliding and exploding into a sky full of crystal fragments upon contact with a fiery stream of light.

The fragments whirled and quickly found the following stream of light.

"Boom Boom!"

The sound of constant explosion woke up Qiu Liangong, who was deep in thoughts. The latter instantly stopped inputting mana into the magic tool.

’I take back my previous words, this thing is obviously not yet perfected!’

The disciples below also noticed the situation in the air, one by one showing joy on their faces.

They probably could be relieved today.

Bai Yu in his green robe smacked his lips, obviously unsatisfied.

On the other hand, Wang Zijia disregarded the disciples below, walked in mid-air, and arrived before the tower at the center, then landed.

Qiu Liangong also put away the sword-sheath magic tool and came down as well.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Qiu!" Wang Zijia greeted with a smile.

Qiu Liangong, around his fifties or sixties, disheveled hair, stubble all over his face, although his robe was quite clean, it didn’t seem very neat—rather shabby.

There was almost no change since their last meeting, even his clothes weren’t changed—it was as if he wore it for a year.

Looking at Wang Zijia, Qiu Liangong was stunned for a good while before he said:

"Did I inadvertently spend two hundred years in secluded cultivation? Or are you extremely lucky to consume the Perfected inheritance in such a short time without exploding?"