My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 494 - 442

Chapter 494: 442

With several soft pops, several spears exploded in the air, transforming into countless crystal-red shards. Under the sunlight, they were exceptionally dazzling and beautiful.

Beneath the refraction of the crystals, colorful lights sparkled, and the rosy clouds illuminated the entire sky, causing countless people to subconsciously look up.

What they saw then was an unforgettable scene.

The countless bloody crystals in the sky, under the sunlight, emitted a varicolored light.

It was as if the light of salvation, streaking downward like meteors.

Each crystal accurately found a demonic being, instantly piercing through its body, and then burst into tumultuous flames.

In just an instant, several tens of thousands of mortals who had been in despair, along with thousands of demons that had been wreaking havoc in half of the city, were all reduced to charred remains under the burning of the crystals.

"It’s an Immortal Elder!"

"It’s the arrival of Wanyu True Immortal!"

"We pay our respects to the Immortal!"

"The Wanyu Immortal has come to save us!"

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The crowd was stunned for a moment, then they saw the blood-red jade shuttle floating above the city, and atop the jade shuttle were two peerless Immortals, standing against the wind. Under the sunlight, they were no different than exiled immortals coming out of a traditional play, leaving a lasting impression on people’s hearts within the divine golden halo.

"As disciples from the Demon Suppression Bureau of the Yongchang Dynasty, we pay our respects to the two Exalted Immortals!"

While the townsfolk of the city were bowing down in respect, several official monks came under Wang Zijia, respectfully saluting him.

Wang Zijia stood at the front end of the jade shuttle, hands clasped behind his back, brows furrowed, looking at the group of people and asking, "Where are your Demon Driving Teams from the Yongchang Dynasty? How could you let a disaster develop to such a degree?"

These demons weren’t purely invading wild demons, but more like the polluted creations of Ghost Sheep Elder.

"To answer the Exalted Immortal, there have been numerous disturbances at the borders recently. Over the past couple of days, there have been a sudden increase in the number of demons causing trouble, wreaking havoc everywhere. We really lack the manpower in the Bureau." said the leading monk in reply.

’Has the retaliation of the Bone Soul Sect already begun? They’ve completely thrown away any bottom line!’

Wang Zijia’s brows slightly condensed, and he didn’t ask any further. He simply flipped his hand and dropped a jade talisman and several talismans, saying, "Let the disciples stationed by the dynasty notify their Sect for immediate reinforcements!"

"Yes, the Exalted Immortal’s decree!" The team leader excitedly accepted the treasures casually bestowed by Wang Zijia and immediately responded.

Wang Zijia no longer paid attention to him, and said to Chu Ziyu indifferently, "Let’s go!"

If he came across it, he didn’t mind solving the problem. But to expect him to stop his journey to suppress the demonic fiends because of such a level of chaos?

Was he out of his mind?!

This was obviously a massive and widespread event. If they really put their minds to it, they might as well sit in one place and organize a large number of disciples. That would be more efficient.

Seeing this, Chu Ziyu once again drove the jade shuttle, and they disappeared into the wilderness ahead.

They left behind an entire city of ordinary people, kneeling and bowing continuously. The news of their deeds would be passed on from mouth to mouth. After countless years, it would probably become another exaggerated legend.

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And so, several days of continuous journey ensued.

As they moved further away from the Sect, the strength of the wilderness demons grew stronger and both the mortal world and the wilderness were growing more chaotic.

In the past, given such chaos, the Sect should have started organizing disciples in advance to embark on large-scale suppression operations.

But now, because of the chaos with the Bone Soul Sect, this issue was obviously not going to attract any attention in the short run.

This had made life harder for the second and third-rate dynasties, who were already barely surviving.

Especially since these few days, increasingly disastrous human calamities began to occur.

Even before the Bone Soul Observation Grand View had launched an attack, they had already sent out notifications to all forces.

All the big and small Devil Gates under its flag were causing chaos and coming over to Wanyu’s territory to commit atrocities, refining human pills!

As Wang Zijia journeyed, he could very clearly see that in every dynasty he passed through, there were scenes of demon-induced chaos.

Although the number of disciples sent out by the Sect had significantly increased, when spread over the vast territories of numerous dynasties, their efforts were akin to trying to put out a cartload of burning hay with a cup of water.

After all, the prosperity of Wanyu Sect was achieved by deriving the scarce spiritual root monks from these dynasties.

When given back, there really wasn’t much left.

In the current era, although Cultivation had re-emerged, in the end, the Tao Law was still difficult to inherit!

Whenever Wang Zijia came across the scene, he would slightly slow down, throw spears into the sky, and wipe out the trouble-making demons.

Leaving behind countless ordinary people who were kowtowing, he didn’t stop his journey.

After travelling non-stop for ten days, the demons in the wilderness were getting stronger. Wang Zijia had to be even more cautious.

Because if it wasn’t a sure kill, once the demon wrapped around him, it was easy to form a small-scale Magic Wave.

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In the second-rate Chengde Dynasty, a small town in Weiping County.

The entire town was shrouded in smoke, prohibiting the residents from coming out.

Various fleshly monsters were wandering about. They were tens of meters tall, their bodies huge and bloated, riddled with countless human heads embedded in their flesh.

These human heads seemed to be alive, or at least their souls were still imprisoned.

With painful expressions, filled with endless resentment and screams, they continually provided energy for the strengthening of the demonic beings.

All the people in the town seemed to be lambs bred for slaughter.

In a small wooden house, a family of five: parents, a young couple, and a child, were all trembling with fear.

Through the dilapidated wooden walls all around, Wang Zijia could see three of these terrifying monsters that had already surrounded them.

As they wandered aimlessly, every now and then, someone hiding would be found by the monsters, drawn out from the ruins, and terrifyingly merged into their bodies.

The monster’s flesh pulsed, enveloping them, leaving behind only a contorted skull.

Peeking out of the city, it was still sealed off.

There were no exits to the sky, nor any to the underworld.

Kuang Weiping watched this scene in despair, holding a knife as he looked at his gentle wife and the child in her arms, around seven or eight years old, then at his parents beside him.

In his mind flashed the image of a human head shrieking in agony on the body of the monster, its eyes flickering with a hint of ferocity.

In that moment, it was as if the family could communicate heart-to-heart. After seeing his gaze, they seemed to understand something.

His wife nodded, as did his parents. Their affirming glances made the fierceness in Kuang Weiping’s eyes flicker even more. The hand gripping the knife was slightly white.

However, when Kuang Weiping looked at the child in his wife’s arms, the fierceness quickly faded.

"Father, I don’t want to turn into a monster." The seven or eight-year-old child, surprisingly mature, abruptly said.

This stunned the somewhat hesitant Kuang Weiping!

"Let me do it, child!" Kuang Weiping’s father, a man in his sixties, uttered in a trembling voice.

"No, father, let me bear the sin!" Kuang Weiping spoke with a resolute look in his eyes.

He then looked at his wife and child, saying, "Ah Qian, I’m sorry!"

"Having the opportunity to marry Dalang in this life, I have no regrets!" The woman spoke, not waiting for Kuang Weiping with the knife to step forward, she leaped forward.

The child and she were instantly run through.

Kuang Weiping stood stiffly, his hands trembling uncontrollably, but he gripped the knife tightly.

The scorching fresh blood flowed from his hand, staining his body, like warm magma, searing his body and soul. The temperature was not high, but it made him feel unbearably hot.

The soul-deep agony caused his eyes to almost split, his body trembling, his eyes bloody, and tears pouring out.

"Father, Abao didn’t feel any pain, don’t cry!" The eight or nine-year-old child reached out his little hand, touched his father’s face, and fell silent.

The mother who held the child didn’t say a word. She left the world with a smile.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, the sound of a collision jolted Kuang Weiping awake.

Turning around, he found that his elderly father had crashed into a column, but he was not dead; he was struggling in agony.

The awakened Kuang Weiping hardened his gaze and quickly stepped forward, thrusting the blade through his chest.

Before the old man died, he left only an apologetic gaze. It was unclear whether he was sorry for failing to kill himself or for causing his son to suffer such torment before his death.

Frozen, Kuang Weiping turned to the last person, his mother.

"You’ve suffered!" Kuang Weiping’s mother said these words with kindness and gentleness before voluntarily charging at Kuang Weiping’s knife, just like his wife. The knife went through her chest, and she slowly fell down.

Looking at his wife, children, and dead parents, Kuang Weiping was stunned for a moment. Then, in a fit of extreme grief, he rushed out of the room.

"Come on!"

Bloody all over, clutching the knife, in his extreme sorrow, with his pitifully small body, he let out a desperate cry at the monstrous demon towering over ten meters high.

The town had been very quiet, but his roar made several squirming monsters in the vicinity look over.

"Plop! Plop!"

In the next moment, dazzling crystals flew from the far-off sky, directly piercing the array that enveloped the entire city, like a meteor falling. The light of salvation instantly illuminated the entire town.

The terrifying monsters, one by one, rapidly turned into fireballs and were burned to charcoal in the blink of an eye.

Just stepping out of the house, Kuang Weiping stood stunned, looking at this spectacle. He looked down at the blood-soaked figure of himself.

For others, the burning fire was desirous of redemption, a symbol of hope. For him, however, it was like the flames of hell, dragging him into an endless abyss!

"Uh... Ah... "

In the next moment, he let out an even more mournful roar, his face twisted in unimaginable pain.

The heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the town, lingering on. A thick sense of impending doom began to grow from him.

Gaping resentment, intermingled with intense regret, was emanating from him.

Wang Zijia, who had arrived swiftly, felt the commotion and furrowed his brows unconsciously.

He floated down from the flying boat to see Kuang Weiping, drenched in blood, kneeling on the ground, crying out in anguish with a pain that was evident in his eyes.

Expanding his senses, he immediately discovered the four already dead members of a family inside the house.

Looking at the knife in his hand and the blood on his body, even though he had gotten used to seeing life and death, Wang Zijia was momentarily silenced.

With just one knife, four lives were taken, but five people died!!!

Over half a month, disturbances in various places were becoming more and more severe, mostly caused by people, instigated by demon cultivators.

Sensing the growing ominous aura from Kuang Weiping, Wang Zijia’s brows furrowed slightly.

This must be a martial artist with spiritual roots, but definitely not of top-grade quality.

To enter the demon realm under such conditions, even if he had top-grade spiritual roots, it would require immense resentment!

After a moment’s thought, he raised his hand, casting the Demon Seeding Light and the Supreme Purity Law at the same time.

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