My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 488 - 437: Chaos Begins

Chapter 488: Chapter 437: Chaos Begins

Wang Zijia floated in the air, gaze sweeping over the crowd indifferently. "Don’t worry about me," he said. "That disciple hasn’t died yet. Find out what you can."

"Thank you, Martial Uncle!" The disciples from the enforcement team who had come to support him, their faces lighting up with joy, reverently replied.

Wang Zijia surveyed the crowd and the surroundings. "Be careful in the next couple of days while enforcing the laws. The Outer Sect’s branches may be unstable."

The disciples looked surprised. The reinforcements thanked him again, with a bow. "We understand, thank you for your concern, Martial Uncle."

Wang Zijia ignored the crowd and continued towards White Peach Peak.

On the way, he noticed that nearly all of the Outer Sect Enforcement Team had assembled, and even the Inner Door Enforcement Team had transferred a considerable number of people to provide assistance.

They were apprehending disciples in the various branches.

Some of those who had previously incited unrest had been dragged off for tea; some suspected of being spies were being captured for investigation...

Using the opportunity of the past few days, the enforcement team had been able to root out quite a few miscreants.

Of course, given the current size of the Outer Sect, it was impossible to completely weed out all troublemakers. It was like the past life in the country, no matter how thorough the inspections and crackdowns, numerous dark corners still existed.

Moreover, during this process, Wang Zijia could clearly feel that the Outer Sect was much more tense than usual.

He didn’t need anyone to tell him why this was happening.

It wasn’t just him; anyone with a bit of intellect in the Sect knew very well that today was not the end, but the beginning of chaos!

Because both sides had thoroughly discarded any rules and lost all caution.

This was a world where great power was the norm, and the only thing awaiting the two factions was endless slaughter.

Moreover, this would absolutely not be limited to just the turmoil between Wanyu and the Bone Soul Sect.

At such a juncture, the attitudes of the remaining five sides were extremely crucial.

For the five sects, they had many choices, but for Wanyu, there were only two acceptable ones:

Either create chaos by dragging all of them in, or have each join in, joining forces to encircle and eradicate the Bone Soul Sect.

If the Five Sects remained neutral, observing from the sidelines or kicked Wanyu while it was down, it wouldn’t bring a favorable outcome for Wanyu. They needed to promote the former to avoid the latter and other possibilities.

Therefore, it could be predicted that the Spirit Suppressing Realm would soon be embroiled in chaos.

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A quarter of an hour later, Wang Zijia returned to the White Peach Peak.

What made Wang Zijia frown was that on his way back, he noticed that even the Jade Talisman branch at the foot of the mountain wasn’t calm.

Quite a number of enforcement teams were executing their tasks there as well.

Once he was back at the White Peach Tower, Wang Zijia called An Xingsheng over.

"What’s going on with the branch at the foot of the mountain?" Wang Zijia asked directly. "Didn’t I forbid you from letting the disciples participate in anything related to this assignment?"

"Yes, Martial Uncle, I did give them such an order. There was no incident in our branch for the past few days. It is the Law Enforcement Team arresting the Dark Spies of the Devil Gate," An Xingsheng answered respectfully.

Wang Zijia’s eyebrows twitched. "Dark spies? In our branch?"

"Yes, according to Brother Liu from the Law Enforcement Team, quite a few of them are suspected of being dark spies! Out of all the new branches, ours is the only one facing such a situation. It seems that the Devil Gate has been paying close attention to us," An Xingsheng said with a trace of pride.

’Interesting. I didn’t seek them out, yet they snuck into my territory.’

’Looks like when I get some free time, I’ll have to carry out the Demonic Planting Method across the entire branch.’

Because he strictly followed a few important principles, Wang Zijia rarely considered using the Demonic Planting Method to control the disciples in the branch.

Even with Shadow and Penglai, his approach was not primarily about control, but enticing them with mutual benefits. He never disclosed to them that he had control over their lives and deaths.

Therefore, it wasn’t necessary to manipulate the ordinary lower-ranking disciples, those with whom Wang Zijia would hardly have any communication. He hadn’t planned to implement the Demonic Planting Method on them.

However, it now seemed necessary.

It wasn’t about seeking control, but at the very least, ensuring cleanliness within his branch!

"Alright, I got it. You should go and cooperate with them. Fulfil any reasonable demands from the Law Enforcement Team," Wang Zijia responded, lost in his thoughts.

"Understood, Martial Uncle!" An Xingsheng bowed in reverence, before hastily taking leave.

Wang Zijia got up and moved to the window. He stared down the mountain from the window of the White Peach Tower, deep in contemplation.

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The entire afternoon, the Outer Sect was unrestful.

The slightly tense atmosphere was coupled with the constant activity in various areas.

In the evening, after having his dinner, Wang Zijia spent some intimate time with Fei Fei, after which he entered the Immortal God Illusion.

As soon as he entered, a wave of clamoring noise hit him.

The entire square was abuzz with activity. From a rough guess, out of the numerous True Humans in the Sect, at least half were logged in.

A variety of heated conversations were taking place.

After his routine round of the street stall area, Wang Zijia entered his own small circle.

Similar to the outside, dozens of True Humans were huddled together in the huge octagonal pavilion that resembled a large hall.

"So you all have been working on the Sword Formation because of the conscription these past few days?"

"No wonder I thought it was weird all of a sudden that nobody was coming to the Illusion."

"Were there very few people in the Illusion these few days?"

"Yes, it was only the five or six of us coming daily."

"Why weren’t any of you chosen?"

"Who knows how they decided on the standards!"

"It should be because there were recent tasks, or those who had just returned from the battlefield, so they weren’t chosen again."

"The Head Teacher was really domineering today!"

"Yeah, it’s so satisfying. I’ve been wanting to deal with those little monsters from the Bone Soul Sect."

"Actually, I think it’s better to make big things into small things. After all, if we really start fighting, we’ll be the ones suffering. Isn’t it better to focus on cultivating peace?"

"Brother Liu, what kind of cultivation is this timid and indecisive one! When your mind isn’t clear, your Taoist heart lacks something. Even if you continue like this, a hundred years from now, won’t you still be a pile of yellow dust?"

"Isn’t that the case? Isn’t our cultivation for the sake of living as we please? What’s the point in living long, only to end up being a slave for five hundred years?"

"Do you think the Devil Gate will do the same as us?"

"Impossible!"

"How is it impossible? Didn’t you see that the Sect didn’t dare close the Protecting Sect Array?"

"······"

A group of Perfected individuals were discussing the various events that had occurred that day.

Wang Zijia occasionally participated in the discussion, but for the most part, he quietly listened, learning about some of the news.

After mingling for a quarter of an hour, he also participated in a trade, but since he didn’t see anything he wanted to buy and he didn’t have much money, he decided to leave.

After the gathering ended, he strolled around the Ghost Market.

Today’s Ghost Market, surprisingly, had more people, and the offerings of battle and life-preserving utensils were noticeably fewer, and the prices were quite high.

After spending half the night in various circles, Wang Zijia entered the Hundred Demon Bewitching Domain and began his spell experiments.

In recent days, he was busy all night long.

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Early the next morning, Wang Zijia got up and finished practicing martial arts with the ladies."

"A lot of people got caught in the Fu Pulse yesterday!" During the meal, Xiang Feifei cautiously said,

"When An Xingsheng passed the message earlier, I sternly prohibited some things, but there are still some who are causing trouble in secret."

You don’t need to tell me about these things. You decide on the matters related to the Fu Pulse. You are the `main wife` in charge of the Fu Pulse, right?"

Wang Zijia paused his eating, smiled and shook his head, then coyly changed the subject.

"As for the matter of spies ······ don’t worry, they’ll disappear sooner rather than later. My Fu Pulse is not so easily infiltrated."

Xiang Feifei saw that Wang Zijia was calm and couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

Even though Wang Zijia had delegated part of the Fu Pulse affairs to her several months ago, and she had already handled it, she was still a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

The first time that the Sect Enforcement Team had shown up at her door and caused a big uproar, she was still a little bit nervous.

"Okay, I got it!" Xiang Feifei replied like this.

Wang Zijia looked at Xiang Feifei and suddenly said, "I might be retreating for some time."

Xiang Feifei was startled and then asked, "When? For how long?"

"Just these few days, I guess. I’m not sure how long exactly, but it should be several years." Wang Zijia said uncertainly.

"What?! So long, did you encounter any problems in your cultivation?" Xiang Feifei asked nervously.

After all, they had been living together for just over two years. In Xiang Feifei’s memory, Wang Zijia’s longest retreat had only lasted about ten days to half a month, which was unlike the rumored Perfected individuals who took years and months for their retreats.

Wang Zijia laughed, "It’s okay, but you don’t need to worry about it, too. It’s not really a retreat to the death, but I’ll spend very little time going out every day. Most of the affairs in the Fu Pulse need to be handled by you."

"Oh!" Xiang Feifei let out a quiet sigh of relief before worrying again, saying:

"All handed to me? I’m afraid I can’t even maintain the current situation in the Fu Pulse, let alone what you said the other day about looking for catfish. I still don’t understand these things."

"It’s fine. Let’s nurture and accumulate like this first. After all, there are still too few people in the Fu Pulse now, and no matter what we do, we can’t take off."

"If you can’t make a decision about small things, call some of the family heads together and discuss them. This is good for the future development of the Fu Pulse."

"There shouldn’t be any big problems. In case there are, don’t bear them alone. Look for me." Wang Zijia instructed so.

"Okay, I got it!" Xiang Feifei nodded in response.

The two finished breakfast, discussing one word at a time. Wang Zijia had almost finished explaining what needed to be done, appearing as if he would be leaving for a long journey, which made Xiang Feifei feel reluctant.

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"Good morning, Martial Uncle!"

"Good morning, Master of the Fu Pulse!"

"Good morning, Master!"

When he arrived at the White Peach Tower, An Xingsheng, along with four teenagers, greeted them together.

At a young age, he was already training several successors, which put a lot of pressure on An Xingsheng.

The only thing that comforted him was that among the core personnel in the Fu Pulse, there were currently only two Sacrificial wines, one of whom was the wife of the Master of the Fu Pulse, so at least he didn’t need to worry about his status for the time being.

Wang Zijia waving the four disciples away as was his habit, told them to go on duty, took Wen Jing from An Xingsheng, and walked into the room.

An Xingsheng, carrying the materials, followed him into the room.

While Wang Zijia was flipping through the papers, he frowned and said, "Was it so lively last night?"

"Yes, Martial Uncle." An Xingsheng placed the materials Wang Zijia wanted to see on the desk and took out a record book.