My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 499 - 446: What is Sinners Devil Path?

Chapter 499: Chapter 446: What is Sinners Devil Path?

At that time, the difficulty of transmitting Taoist law had not yet emerged, hence, the sect usually had countless inheritances, treasures, and so forth.

Therefore, every emergence of a Ghostly Domain would result in a surge of bloody violence.

Of course, those given the title of Sinners, or specifically Time Sinners, could not possibly lead to the creation of Blessed Lands and Caves. They often presented countless unexpected dangers!

Moreover, Time Sins were the most elusive, leaving no trace behind, their finding was entirely up to chance.

The period they existed varied too. They might appear and then completely merge into the world, becoming a part of the world again.

They might also appear for a short while, then once again retreat into time, vanishing without a trace, only to appear in an unknown place many years later.

They were like the ghost lands of time, untraceable.

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Relevant information flashed through Wang Zijia’s mind, after which he asked the two men a few more questions.

After making sure nothing was left out, he lightly waved his hand.

"Uh······ah······"

The two men let out tragic yells, struggling painfully on the ground.

Wang Zijia paid no attention, turning his head to look at Chu Ziyu and asked, "How far is Zhongshan from here?"

Without even opening a map, Chu Ziyu immediately replied, "Zhongshan is a vast wilderness of mountainous terrain, very close to our Changbao State. It’s only separated by two Dynasties, and is part of the larger mountains surrounding us."

"En route back to Changbao, we can pass through these mountains. If detouring, it will take nearly ten days. However, these mountains are close to the northern Devil’s Gate; are we setting off right away?"

"The existence of a Time Sin is a hard-to-come-by opportunity. If spotted, we must pursue, but······" Wang Zijia looked at Chu Ziyu, pausing for a moment, then said:

"No rush, let’s rest a few more hours. Such a broad mountain range, without a precise location, wouldn’t make a difference waiting a little longer."

Chu Ziyu’s lips moved in response to this, hesitated for a moment, then ultimately said, "I understand!"

"Spare us, we told the truth, no lies at all!"

Next to them, the two Demon Daoists, already lacking moral strength, were tortured to the point of a loss of bladder control, causing Wang Zijia to frown.

"Take them away, if they are still alive after half an hour, end their misery. Consider it a reward for their honest answers," Wang Zijia told Chu Ziyu.

"Understood!" Chu Ziyu restrained the two men, their eyes flickering coldly, and led them out of the Great Hall.

Wang Zijia then took out three Storage Bags, projecting an analytical spiritual light from his hands.

First, he examined the three Storage Bags, especially the one belonging to the hunched old man. Being a monk at the pinnacle of Perfection, even if he was on the heterodox path, Wang Zijia still held some anticipation.

Nevertheless, when Wang Zijia checked the contents of the Storage Bags, the higher his anticipation, the greater his disappointment.

There was a lot of cluttered stuff inside, but from Wang Zijia’s perspective, they were all garbage, street-stall level materials at best.

All of the top-grade spiritual tools, like the Bamboo Staff, were the man’s most prized possessions.

No more spiritual tools remained, only a bunch of messy magic tools, and only four at that!

A pile of spiritual materials, mostly bones and filthy things.

Even the Magic Money was only a little over one hundred thousand pieces, along with over twenty taels of spirit essence. The entire contents of the Storage Bag were worth a maximum of five to six hundred thousand Magic Money pieces.

"Pauper!"

While Wang Zijia was busy rummaging through the junk, he muttered in exasperation.

After a while, Wang Zijia found quite a few beautifully packed Elixir Gourds.

"Spirit pills? Combined, these must be tens of thousands, and if they’re all Third-grade Elixirs, won’t I be rich!" As Wang Zijia opened a gourd’s seal, he felt a slight joy.

In the next moment, ominous, resentful, and bloody smells filled the entire hall.

As if countless resentful souls were screaming from the gourd, the tangible smell of blood was so rich that it immediately gave one the taste of blood in their throat.

Instantly, Wang Zijia’s face darkened.

Having once learned the method of producing Human Pills, he was still very familiar with it, even though he had deleted the inheritance.

Without checking, Wang Zijia already knew what this was!

Whether using the Skin Peeler Method that Wang Zijia had previously mastered, or the so-called Livestock Raising Method, the essence of Human Pill production didn’t change. Every single Human Pill was formed by melting the essence, energy, and spirit of hundreds of robust people.

In other words, a Human Pill contained all vitality, including flesh and blood, and the soul of ordinary people!

It turned these into resources, and in the Devil Sect, it was considered another kind of Magic Money called Blood Money, a status which was only second to Spirit Essence and was also a secondary currency!

With a dark expression, Wang Zijia checked the other two Storage Bags besides the garbage. The same two gourds of Human Pills were found, all of high quality.

Counting, there were nearly ten thousand in total.

Even if that old man’s pill-making technique was proficient, ignoring losses, it would take three to five hundred people to make one pill. That amounted to a total of five million people!

What an immense sin this was!

Clearly, these pills were part of the Demon Daoist’s preparation for reaching the Nascent Infancy stage.

For the first time, Wang Zijia had a clear understanding of the so-called Evil Cultivators.

"Add another two hours!" Wang Zijia spoke to the outside with an icy tone.

"Child understands!" Upon sensing the emotions in Wang Zijia’s words, Chu Ziyu promptly responded.

Wang Zijia hesitated for a while as he looked at the Human Pills, and eventually decided not to dispose of them.

In other words, his moral standards might be somewhat low.

He could adhere to the baseline he set for himself, but it did not include the resources he had already acquired. He would not discard them due to some so-called persistence.

The process of refining these Human Pills likely involved countless sins, but once turned into elixirs, they were morally no different from corpses in Wang Zijia’s eyes.

It would be impossible for him to consume them, but they would not affect his Five Ghosts.

He could guarantee that he would never refine such horrible things for the sake of his own cultivation.

With a slight movement of his mind, the Five Ghosts flew out from his body.

Noticing that Wang Zijia was in a bad mood, the five chubby Fuwas, dressed in red bellybands and resembling New Year dolls, cautiously looked at Wang Zijia with pitiful expressions on their faces.

Wang Zijia ignored the expressions of the Five Ghosts, flipped his hand over and took out a blood-red meatball. "Eat one!" he said.

Big Baby’s eyes lit up at the sight of the meatball.

Before even reaching for it, he opened his mouth like a puppy waiting for food and directly swallowed the meatball in one bite.

He smacked his lips a couple of times, as if still desiring more.

"Gulp!"

The Fourth Baby beside him, swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

"Value +3067!"

Thanks to the refining process and the Five Ghosts’ monstrous digestive abilities, they finished digesting the pill in just a matter of moments.

Seeing the value of thousands from a single pill, Wang Zijia fell silent.

To make a single pill required three to five hundred ordinary people, which meant that each ordinary person contributed about six points of value.

In other words, a physically strong person was worth less than two magic coins!

Evil Cultivators indeed should not exist!

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His gaze flickering uncertainly and his thoughts flashing, Wang Zijia gave each of the Five Ghosts a gourd. In their delighted expressions, he put the Five Ghosts away.

He put the remaining Human Pills into his storage bag, rummaged through it for a while to make sure he didn’t discover anything else, and then put away a pile of garbage.

He then turned his attention to the spiritual light extracted from the flesh and blood of the hunchbacked demon daoist.

It was a mass of wriggling flesh and blood. Inside, there were phantoms of animals, poisonous insects, and the like struggling.

This old ghostly Daoist was obviously a standard Magic Cultivator specialized in Pollution. Probably only the inheritance extracted from his corpse was the most orthodox. The magic doors he brought out himself were probably inferior furnace ding versions for refining!

In comparison to the authentic version, the furnace ding version was simpler to produce. By training a few disciples and relying on the extraction of special methods, it would be enough.

Wang Zijia checked the extracted pollution and after making sure that there was no problem, he swallowed it without hesitation.

Because he didn’t want to obtain its inheritance of spells, he only wanted power.

Therefore, as Wang Zijia swallowed the object, a huge illusory hand condensed out and grabbed towards his abdomen.

As Wang Zijia absorbed the Spiritual Light, the Dao Consistency runes contained within it were intercepted by Wang Zijia using a method difficult for ordinary people.

Ordinary morticians, or even Heritage Masters, when dealing with the extraction of pollution, could only do their best to extract inheritance from it.

On top of needing to guard against being polluted by the Evil Seeds within it, they also had to contend with the built-in characteristics of its magic doors that prevented extraction.

This was a characteristic of most magic doors, which was why most of the morticians of the Wanyu Sect could only carry out funerary rituals for disciples of their own sect.

This was because every sect’s inheritance contained special methods to prevent the leak of that inheritance.

But Wang Zijia had successfully circumvented this issue by indirectly extracting the inheritance through accepting the pollution inheritance.

After all, this was inheritance extraction, not funerary ritual. Essentially, Wang Zijia was extracting his own inheritance.

"Value +810,000!"

In just a short while, all the power contained in the pollution method was completely transformed into value by Wang Zijia.

Furthermore, two and a half illusory secret books appeared in front of Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia did not solidify the half a book; instead, he directly exchanged it for Value and absorbed it. Only the two complete books were solidified by Wang Zijia.

High-level Third-Grade Magic Art "Beast Creation Art" x2.

It was a standard Heterodox Dao and probably one of the core systems of the Demon Daoist.

He put them away with a wave of his hand. After finishing the inventory of all the Demon Daoist’s belongings, Wang Zijia didn’t immediately get up. Instead, he moved his mind slightly.

From the books, a dense atmosphere of misfortune was emanating. The pollution and Evil Seeds were flowing into Wang Zijia’s body like trickling streams, continuously being exchanged for value.

Although he had been on the move for half a month, his shadow had never stopped collecting corpses. The Paper Doll Avatar in the White Peach Peak Underground Base had been operating automatically.

Over the past half a month, most of the broken corpses from Moon Demon Cliff had been collected. It could be described as a bumper harvest.

Although many of the Devil Cultivators with cultivation had pollution methods on their bodies and ended up extracting most of the pollution power which was taken away by the sect, used for attempting to extract inheritance, or as materials to refine Ming and Devil Artifacts, etc.

However, the remaining pollution in their bodies, extracted by Wang Zijia’s special magical power, accumulated to a considerable amount!