My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 417 - 384: First Entry into the Sect’s High-End Place: Immortal God Illusion

Chapter 417: Chapter 384: First Entry into the Sect’s High-End Place: Immortal God Illusion

It was similar to being in the wilderness, where satellite phone was required for a signal!

After all, the sect was still in the era of the local area network, completely reliant on the Protecting Sect Array. They were separated by an unknown number of years from the public network of the Spirit Suppressing Realm that connected all sects.

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In the midst of his thoughts, Wang Zijia looked around the square.

The area was reminiscent of an ancient marketplace where everyone was free to set up stalls. Thanks to the illusion, automatic stalls could be created.

Many people were gathered in groups of three or five for casual chats, or they could enter the hall by the square. There, they could find individual illusion rooms for private meetings.

This spot was a combination of the functionalities of the Dao Seed Illusion and the exchange platform of the outer Family Alliance from before.

No, it should be said that the other two places were imitations of this one.

This place even had a feature to hide one’s identity, though most didn’t use it. After all, almost everyone here knew each other. The main purpose for coming here was not to sell items but to expand their social circles.

"Ruoguan Daoshi?"

"Ruoguan Perfected?"

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As soon as Wang Zijia entered the marketplace-like square, he was recognized by the people around him.

Wang Zijia: "······"

While it was a good thing to be on the trending list due to his exceptional talents, why couldn’t they give him a better-sounding title?

What was this ’Ruoguan Perfected’······It was really so frustrating!

Inwardly, Wang Zijia cursed profanities, but he wore a warm smile and greeted, "Nice to see you, Senior Brother Wen, and Senior Sister Jingjing!"

There were tens of thousands of cultivators at the Perfected realm in the sect, but Wang Zijia had deliberately memorized the basic information of most of them. Thus, he was well acquainted with the strangers and could easily greet them.

Since most of them were not acquainted with him, out of curiosity, they could only hold brief conversations with him.

Wang Zijia kept up with the conversations while strolling across the square.

He observed that all the manned or unmanned stalls on the square held items of value for the Perfected realm cultivators.

And this was assuming that everyone there had their own social circles, and the rare items were not generally sold here.

The purpose of this square was mainly to provide a place for sect disciples to interact with each other and to offer opportunities for them to establish their own circles.

The stalls served only to expand their businesses. After all, no matter how you looked at it, the Perfected cultivators held some standing within the sect. In smaller sects outside, they could even attain godhood. If they wanted to handle some things, they would have people specifically assigned to help them out.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle Baiyue!"

"Greetings, Martial Uncle Wenling!"

Wang Zijia had only been looking around for a short while when he noticed many brothers and sisters in the center of the square salute to two figures that had just materialized.

Those were, indeed, two God Monarchs. As the two were casually conversing, they occasionally nodded slightly in response to the disciples greeting them.

Under the watchful eyes of the disciples, the two made their way across the square, passed the crowd, and disappeared into the hall behind the square.

After the two disappeared, the disciples returned to their normal state as if they were used to such occurrences.

Meanwhile, Wang Zijia began to roam around, becoming familiar with the other Brothers and Sisters that he hadn’t met before.

As a newcomer to this place, and also because his cultivation level had been increasing too rapidly, he hardly had any social network at the Perfected level. So, most of the senior brothers and sisters were strangers to him.

While Wang Zijia was getting acquainted, bunches of senior brothers and sisters occasionally disappeared into the hall behind the square.

After knowing everyone for about an hour, Yan Qimeng finally appeared in front of Wang Zijia.

"Senior Sister Yan, you’re finally here!"

Wang Zijia revealed a naive smile that he hadn’t shown for a long time. Paired with his handsome looks, he resembled an adorable puppy from legend.

Yan Qimeng no longer retained her previous attitude, instead, she asked warmly, "How is it going, are you getting familiarized?"

Wang Zijia shook his head reluctantly and explained, "Senior Sister, you know, because of my history in the Lower Realm, my entire social network in the sect has remained in the Dao Seed Illusion. Now, all I know about my Senior Brothers and Sisters is the basic information of the Sect."

"It’s okay, visit here more often when you’re free, and you’ll soon get familiarized with everything." Yan Qimeng casually suggested, then invited Wang Zijia, "Come, let me take you to our faction."

Upon hearing her words, Wang Zijia immediately followed.

In their conversation, they crossed the square and arrived at the hall area behind it.

As he entered one of the halls, Wang Zijia once again sensed the fluctuating aura of illusion technique.

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When he regained his senses, he found himself in a different location.

He had moved from the crowded square to a garden with an artificial mountain and running water.

The surroundings were very elegant, resembling a garden commonly used for poetry meetings back in ancient times.

In the middle of the garden, surrounded by the artificial mountain and running water, was a huge octagonal pavilion, similar to the one from the Dao Seed Illusion.

It had no walls, and several carved jade pillars stood erect. Because of its sizable interior, the pavilion felt somewhat like a grand hall.

At the moment, there were quite a few people in the pavilion, discussing something.

What intrigued Wang Zijia was that even though the garden was an Illusion, the surroundings gave him a very real feeling.

"Everyone, guess who I brought here!"

Yan Qimeng brought Wang Zijia, who was looking at the illusion in confusion, through the twisted stone path to the crowd and shouted out with a show-off attitude.

There were already dozens of people in the pavilion, and when they heard Yan Qimeng’s words, they all looked over.

"Ha ha ha, so it’s the Ruoguan Daoshi who has come!"

"Wang, chief of the family, come on, we were just talking about you!"

"Yes, tell us about your experiences in the Qinglian world, it’s rare to see someone from the Mini World make such a cultivation progress."

"True, a lot of them say that not having a decline in their cultivation is a good result, they depict the world below as very desolate, like they are in exile!"

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Wang Zijia was surrounded by a group of senior brothers and sisters, and a lively discussion took place.

Among these people, Wang Zijia surprisingly found a lot of familiar faces!

The Dean of the Administrative Office, Gu Yuebai, Gu Wenhe from Ascension Hall, and even Luo Cheng who once rescued him, and others.

All the real persons he had gotten to know and befriended when he was an adolescent were in this small circle.

Of course, this was not a coincidence. From the moment Wang Zijia entered some people’s view, he had a label and naturally, factions formed around him.

The ones who could be friendly with him during his child and sacrificial wine era or who could take care of him were all from a large faction.

So it was inevitable for those who cared for him to be here, because Wang Zijia could only come into contact with the high-level members of this circle!

Moreover, not all those who attended the gathering were the Perfected persons, it was said that there were about a dozen God Monarchs, but they did not often come.

"Luo senior brother, I haven’t had a chance to thank you for your help back then!" Wang Zijia first gave Luo Cheng a respectful greeting.

"Hey, don’t mention it. Even if I didn’t step in at the time, it was inevitable that you would rescue those kids, they should be the ones to thank you." Luo Cheng responded with a hearty laugh.

"If you want to chat in a respectful manner, do it later, first tell us more details about the Qinglian world, if it’s a suitable place, once the anchor is set, we can send some disciples down."

"What, do you actually think that Wang became a Real Person through sheer dumb luck?"

"Gu junior brother, watch what you say, isn’t it just me looking out for opportunities for the kids in the house!"

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Wang Zijia, still with a touch of juvenile naivety, joined the conversation.

A few familiar people, especially Yan Qimeng and several Gu Family’s senior brothers, would occasionally introduce some individuals to him in detail.

He gradually began to understand the Inner Sect circle.

During their casual conversation, Wang Zijia made a surprising discovery - the environment here wasn’t created by an illusion formation, but was real!

This was actually a dedicated gathering place on the Inner Door Hude Peak, only they appeared illusory. There were even a few senior brothers who were in attendance in person.

In other words, their current interaction was a mix of virtual reality.

This had been set up so that disciples in different parts of the sect could bond with each other at any time.

It has to be said, the Wanyu Sect was really impressive!

Just the illusion formation feature of the Protecting Sect Array was used in such creative ways.

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After chatting casually for about half an hour, they started the second, and final stage of the gathering: trading.

The concept of trading is always an indispensable part of any cultivators’ gathering.

"All, as you know, I’ve been to the Moon Demon Cliff, Longyuan Swamp Battlezone. The war situation there has been escalating these past few days, the little monsters are getting bolder. I need something that can preserve my life, ideally something that can let me escape, at a minimum it should allow me to escape from an Infant God. The price can be negotiated."

The first person to speak was looking to purchase a fourth-grade premium escape spiritual object, which made Wang Zijia fully realize what a high-end gathering was.

"Brother Guan, I have a Fu Treasure here, a Sky-breaking escape technique, one-time use can help you escape a thousand miles, God Monarchs can’t catch up unless they break the sky to chase, they can only eat dust."

"How many times can it be used?"

"I’ve only used it once, if you save it, it can be used five or six times. If you use the extreme thousand miles sky-breaking method, I estimate it could still be used three times."

"Junior brother Changlong, what price do you have in mind?"

"How about nine hundred thousand Dao Kung?"

"That’s a bit expensive!"

"You can give a few hundred merits too!"

"Get lost!"

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Listening to their carefree talk about millions of Magic Money, tens of thousands of Dao Kung, or several hundred to a thousand merits, Wang Zijia felt a headache.

He brought up many spiritual objects from the Lower Realm, but counting the garbage he had sold yesterday, and the few premium items he had left, he only had a little over a million Magic Money.

In other words, this was only enough for one trade among these people!

Right, these people had accumulated resources for hundreds of years, and had a large family backing them, it would be difficult for Wang Zijia alone to catch up in three to five years, even with a super outside aid.

"I have an inheritance spiritual artifact!"

Distracted, Wang Zijia was shocked again by another item. This could also be sold out? Wasn’t this just selling a Perfected Realm quota!