My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 467 - 421: Weighty Peak [Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions]

Chapter 467: Chapter 421: Weighty Peak [Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions]

An Xingsheng paused, then said, "My apologies for the confusion. I assumed these few days were not suitable for teaching in the Peach Forest!"

"No, the Spirit Peach trees are blooming these days; attending disciples stand to gain much from this. Let us hold continuous courses for the next ten days. We can systematically teach some proper lessons!" Wang Zijia resumed his work, flipping through various documents as he spoke.

"Understood. Having you as our Martial Uncle is truly a blessing for us Outer Sect Disciples," An Xingsheng said, subtly buttering up his superior.

As if he hadn’t heard the flattery, Wang Zijia continued to flip through his materials. "Perfect, these wealthy little fellows have been saving up a lot. We might as well make use of these consecutive lessons to extract a few extras!"

"Understood. I’ll begin making arrangements!" An Xingsheng replied as he took notes and made marks.

"······"

Wang Zijia gave instructions while An Xingsheng planned accordingly.

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After finishing a jade talisman in the morning and spending his mana recovery time reading, Wang Zijia hastily excused himself.

In the afternoon, amidst the flower-filled Peach Forest, both regular and first-time attendees, seemed somewhat excited.

"Why are the trees on White Peach Mountain blooming at this time?"

"It’s natural for the Spirit Peach trees!"

"But isn’t this mountain filled with low-grade Spirit Peach trees? They shouldn’t be blooming out of season!"

"Who knows, perhaps the Sect Master Wang did something!"

"Do you think it’s possible that these peach trees have grown enlightened from listening to Martial Uncle Wang’s preaching?"

"What are you talking about? Magical sentient peach trees all over the mountain? Even in Inner Sect, such sacred places don’t exist!"

"Don’t dismiss it, it might be possible!"

"Explain."

"Supposedly, the tallest peach tree here in the beginning was second-grade, but have you noticed the fragrance of these blossoms? They clearly are not from a second-grade Spiritual Flower. Not even a third-grade one."

"Right, I was curious when I got here. It’s like the fragrance of a fourth-grade divine flower."

"You recognized it?"

"No shit, I’ve managed the medicine garden for the elders in the Inner Sect multiple times!"

"My apologies. May I know who you are, Senior Brother······?"

"I’ve heard that Martial Uncle is planning to give ten consecutive systematic lectures during this peach blossom season!"

"How fortunate! Lucky me for being here!"

"Indeed. Earlier today, when Official An announced the news, thousands of Magic money were offered down the mountains and numerous quotas for this big class were sold."

"I heard, the key point is that some idiots really sold their quotas!"

"I think it’s quite wise. After all, many children may not keep up with ten days of systematic teaching. It’s better to leave it to some Martial Uncles. It could earn them some money and forge new relations."

"······"

Amid the passionate discussion of the crowd, Wang Zijia, dressed in a white robe, appeared leisurely on the Star-picking Platform with an air of elegance amidst the sea of flowers.

The gentle breeze fluttered his robe and hair, showcasing Wang Zijia’s extraordinary celestial demeanor, almost spotlessly perfect.

Each time Wang Zijia gave a sermon, other than those drawn by the results of the courses, many chose to settle in the valley because of Wang Zijia’s remarkable divine appearance.

Wang Zijia discovered how to utilize this allure—er, star power, this facial value weapon—to develop the valley!

He stood silently for a few moments, waiting for the Peach Forest to quiet down. Once he felt that he commanded enough respect, he spoke.

"Since this fourth-class Chuan Dao Tower’s initiation here, we have held dozens of classes. I have taught in a haphazard manner, darting from one topic to another. From today, we will systematically cover some knowledge."

"Also, starting from today, the first three courses of each month will be continuous, and the content of the courses in the middle and late months will be informal······"

As Wang Zijia spoke, the Taoist field preaching array and preaching magic were simultaneously activated, casting a peculiar field over the entire Peach Forest.

Invisible spiritual light emanated from Wang Zijia’s body and was actively absorbed by each disciple under the influence of the preaching magic, subtly completing the Demon Seeding without anyone noticing.

The Peach Forest was filled with swaying blossoms, the air thick with their fragrance that pervaded everything, yet no one took note.

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That night, in the Blood-Red Laboratory of the White Peach Courtyard’s underground base.

A palm-sized piece of broken armor floated in front of Wang Zijia.

Around him was a pool of gathered strange or rubbish Spiritual Bone materials. Wang Zijia’s mana polluted and disintegrated them into a large lump of Spirit Ink.

Under the refining of the Hundred Spirit Refining Steel Technique, they transformed into bloody runes and were constantly hammered into the armor.

It made the strangely-shaped broken armor brighter, the surface runes flickering. Blood-colored spiritual light circulated, seeming as if fresh blood was flowing over its surface.

"Value +680,000!"

Utensil: Magma Demon Armor

Level: Low-level Spirit Tool (Three-grade 4.39 million / 10 million)

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Although the progress was not slow, Wang Zijia frowned at the armor, which was only an initial Spirit Artifact.

He looked at the remaining few top-grade materials and ultimately held back.

The time wasn’t right to use them yet. At the very least, the armor would have to slowly be cultivated into a top-grade Spirit tool before considering using these materials for breakthrough to a Magic Treasure.

After all, it was Wang Zijia’s most critical defensive tool at the moment!

After completing the sacrifice and refinement process of every spirit bone, Wang Zijia gradually wrapped up his work.

Seeing that it was still early, he didn’t get up yet. His mind stirred a little and he gently closed his eyes.

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In the middle of Ghost Market, in a room that’s small like a fitting room, the ’log in’ puppet became lively out of sudden.

It opened the dark partition very much like a changing room and walked into the hall.

In an instant, its body rapidly expanded and transformed into an old Taoist figure.

Wang Zijia checked himself for a moment. After he was sure there was no problem, he stepped out of the great hall, getting onto the street.

Night fell like water, the lights of few and far between flickered, adding a ghostly touch to the dim street.

Be it old, spotted, or brand-new puppets wandering around the market, they spent some of their time haggling with the stall owners. The visuals rendered were eerie, turning everything into a ghost realm.

The name Ghost Market was indeed fitting.

As Wang Zijia himself had an underground base, he was immune to this kind of places.

He smoothed out his Taoist robe, wearing an appeased smile before he started examining the items on each of the stalls carefully, once again.

Numerous puppets around him would keep their distance out of reverence upon noticing Wang Zijia, who seemed like he was on a divine tour.

Wang Zijia, however, was used to it and roamed around as if there was nothing peculiar about it.

There were indeed lots of good stuff here, and what made Wang Zijia more envious were the genuine magic treasures, which were put out for open sale here. They might have one problem or another, but they were, in reality, genuine magic treasures.

However, although Wang Zijia has been rather well-off lately, he wasn’t affluent enough to afford a magic treasure.

He had no choice but to pine over them!

After wandering for nearly half the distance of the street block, Wang Zijia suddenly stopped at a stall.

Judging from the things that were on sale, the stall owner was in high chance a Perfected. Especially seeing Wang Zijia stopping by his stall made the puppet noticeably silent.

Wang Zijia scanned all the merchandise before his eyes finally stopping at a book.

In front of the book, there was a short description.

Heavy-Yue Chapter, Top Grade

A third-grade Earth-element spell, an integrated Earth-element Dao.

Special Dao Law, can lay a stable stance, can bless utensils, and can also do a special seal. It’s as heavy as a mountain with an effect akin to having a mountain on the top of your head.

Requirements: Only for exchange, not for sale. An exchange for a Holy (Devil) Dao Law is preferable, especially one that’s related to strengthening the body.

"How much is this?" Wang Zijia looked at the Heavy-Yue Chapter and asked.

The puppet was silent for a moment, but in the end, it only pointed at the ’requirements’ before the sign and didn’t say a word.

The other party was obviously a devil cultivator. Although he was somewhat in awe of Wang Zijia, it wasn’t at a stage of terror.

"I indeed don’t have a Devil Dao Law that can strengthen the body, but..." Wang Zijia was saying when he turned his hand and a secret book appeared before him, and he said,

"This technique should be more beneficial, as long as you’ve chosen the right beast hide. It’s a much practical approach than directly cultivating a body-strengthening spell."

What Wang Zijia revealed wasn’t anything else, it just so happened to be the Medium-grade technique Chapter: the Fur-Wearing Body Refinement Chapter, which was abstracted from the original Devil Cultivator’s Pollution method and was extricated by Wang Zijia himself.

Before Wang Zijia could explain what it does, the puppet brightened up at the sight of the technique Chapters and there was a moment of enthusiasm. It didn’t last long before it was quickly covered up, but Wang Zijia had caught it.

Was this technique Chapter really that good?

It just felt regular!

For the very least, it’s a Human Pill technique······That’s right, this is the backbone secret inheritance of the Bone Soul Sect!

Wang Zijia had an epiphany and looked at the puppet in front of him, looking a little more profound.

"Not enough, mine is a top-grade technique Chapter, and yours is at a medium-grade level. Not to mention the integration problem, you’re also missing a lower-grade technique Chapter." said the puppet.

"Oh, if you truly can’t tell apart the good stuff, I can educate you a little on what a core secret inheritance is and what a mass technique is," retorted Wang Zijia.

"My Heavy-Yue Chapter is not a mass technique either!" the puppet retaliated.

"Is that so? It must be that this old man doesn’t know any better," sarcastically replied Wang Zijia, "May I ask if this is the secret inheritance of the Flying Immortals, or is it the Secret Treasury of Daqian? I guess the Wentian Pavilion has switched its profession and no longer divinates but digs earth instead?"

The puppet ended up being silent for a while and only managed to respond after a long time, "Although it’s not a secret inheritance, it’s still an exceptional product."

"If you don’t care to exchange it, forget it!" Wang Zijia glanced at him and decisively pocketed the book before turning around and leaving.

"Wait!" The puppet hastily made the first offer, "Thirty taels, fellow daoist just have to make up for the difference of thirty taels of spirit essence."

"What’s the difference between that and adding another lower-grade technique Chapter?" Wang Zijia halted, turned around, and asked.

"Thirty taels of spirit essence is the very minimum market price of a lower-grade technique Chapter, there’s a huge difference!" the puppet argued.

"Ah, the not-so-good thing about exchanging stuff with you youngsters is this―you’re always knocking down the price and fussing over little things!" Wang Zijia deliberately sighed, then added,

"This is what we’re gonna do, I’ll add another hundred thousand magic money, not even one more!"

Upon hearing this, the puppet gritted his teeth, making the final struggle, "I want ten taels of spirit essence!"

"Can’t you exchange it yourself? All of a sudden, I just don’t have spirit essence. Do you want to exchange or not? If not, then I’ll be on my way," the old daoist that Wang Zijia transformed into showed an impatient look on his face.

After confirming the other party’s needs, playing them becomes a matter of course.

"Exchange!" The puppet cultivator finally gritted his teeth and decided to take the loss.