My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 541 - 477: Wipe Out the Entire Chu Family?_2

Chapter 541: Chapter 477: Wipe Out the Entire Chu Family?_2

However, what caused Wang Zijia to frown was that there wasn’t much inside, one could even say it was very little, and none of it was particularly valuable.

Talismans, elixirs, utensils, magic money, all were regular items, all added up to only a few hundred thousand magic money.

Such a stash was not befitting for a cultivator with pseudo soul combat power.

However, that was normal, after all, the owner was a cultivator from a clan, not a heterodox sorcerer roaming the world, and he was nearing the end of his lifespan, so it was normal not to carry valuable things on him.

After glancing through the contents of the ring, Wang Zijia collected it with a flip of his hand.

Having done that, Wang Zijia calmly turned his head, looked towards the air, and said, "What, Brother Li, you want to kill Chu’s entire family, exterminate my whole clan?"

"Buzz! Buzz!"

As Wang Zijia spoke, a swarm of black insects indiscernible to the naked eye swiftly gathered in the air, taking the form of a man in his fifties.

He bowed politely to Wang Zijia, and said, "God Monarch Chu, you jest, I merely came to see what had happened. Since it’s a private feud between your two families, my Li family would never intervene."

"Is that so? Then Brother Li, please go back, I, having just emerged from retreat and encountered such a matter, probably won’t have time to entertain you," Wang Zijia replied indifferently.

"Rightly so, rightly so!" As he spoke, the old man transformed back into a swarm of insects, scattered, and quickly vanished without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw the Murong family’s area being ravaged by flying swords. After the explosion, ghost fog began to spread, isolating the whole area and preventing anyone from entering or exiting.

"Disperse!" Wang Zijia scanned the surroundings and said indifferently to the crowd of spectators.

"Rustle!"

"Swoosh!"

"..."

The next moment, whether overt or covert, nearby or far, powerful or weak, the onlookers immediately dispersed completely.

Tonight, countless people in Qinghe City watched this scene; they knew that something big was about to happen in Qinghe City. The pattern that had remained unchanged for hundreds of years was about to change dramatically!

...

"Master!"

"Uncle Chief!"

...

At this moment, the stupefied Chu family disciples finally came back to their senses. As Wang Zijia descended, they gathered around him, their faces full of excitement.

Many of them had faces flushed with excitement.

Wang Zijia glanced around at his surroundings, there were only over a hundred monks, and quite a few children.

Most of the people who lived in the city were core, direct descendants of the Chu family. The decline of an Infant God’s house that had survived for thousands of years was already too dramatic to describe.

If it wasn’t for him, a more powerful clan in the Perfected Realm could compete with Chu’s family!

No wonder they had to divide the city among three families. They weren’t capable of controlling it alone!

"Third Uncle!" Chu Hao, covered in blood, rushed over and bowed to Wang Zijia.

Chu Jiefu had been ranked third in his generation in the family, not third in the household.

Everyone looked at Chu Hao with different expressions.

From the moment they saw Chu Hao’s appearance that night, everyone had a rough idea of what had happened.

They initially thought the elder harbored resentment and didn’t interact much with them. Now it seemed that it was just his temperament.

Wang Zijia said nothing, took out a pill, and said, "Take this and recuperate first."

Without any hesitation, Chu Hao swallowed the pill and began to recuperate on the spot.

After quickly completing the demon seeding, Wang Zijia divided some of his divine thought to help deal with the injuries, and then ignored him.

"Is that really you, Little Third? You’ve truly completed the nascent configuration and become a God Monarch?" The near-death old Taoist, Chu Qingming, another Perfected from the Chu family, finally arrived and asked, gazing at Wang Zijia with excitement.

"Yes, Fourth Grandfather, I stumbled upon a fortunate opportunity and luckily broke through to the Infant God," Wang Zijia answered indifferently.

The crowd who had already suspected but did not dare to ask, finally became completely excited, their faces full of anticipation.

"Good, very good, after over five hundred years of decline, our Chu Family has finally produced another God Monarch, we can now maintain our prosperity for another thousand years!" Chu Qingming’s face suddenly flushed with excitement during his speech.

His mana subtly fluctuated, and under the slightly furrowed gaze of Wang Zijia, he slowly began to seal himself off bit by bit.

"Fourth grandfather?" Wang Zijia, who had a slight suspicion in his heart, asked tentatively.

"I can’t hold on anymore, now that you are back, the clan will be entrusted to you. The only thing I can do now is to leave this remainder of my life to the clan," he continued speaking while continuously sealing himself. His energy became weaker and weaker. "After you have settled the affairs of the clan, take me to the Yue Family in Binzhou Prefecture and turn me into an Inheritance Spiritual Artifact!"

As he spoke, his energy diminished as the sealing process neared its end.

What astonished Wang Zijia was that, to increase the success rate of crafting the Inheritance magical tool, he was willing to curse his own soul.

’Is he using his entire soul and body as materials for crafting to ensure the success rate of the magical tool?’

’The monks of the Changbao clan are really ...’

While watching this scene, Wang Zijia’s lips moved slightly. He didn’t know how to begin speaking and didn’t know what to say. Eventually, he couldn’t say anything.

The old man before him completed his self-sealing and then slumped over to one side.

"Fourth ancestor!"

"Fourth ancestor!"

"..."

The clan elders, just emerged from their joy, let out a simultaneous cry of sorrow. The Great Elder quickly stepped forward and caught the slumped old man.

"Clan leader, Fourth Ancestor!" A person began, his gaze on Wang Zijia.

"Take him away and settle him in first, we will discuss matters later. Our clan has not yet reached the point where we need to drain the lifeforce of our elders!" Wang Zijia emotionally sighed.

"The Fourth Ancestor is just overly worried about the clan going through a period of leadership vacuum again!" Great Elder Chu Wu handed the person to a junior member, turned around, and explained to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia didn’t further discuss this topic but looked around at everyone.

The next moment, Wang Zijia raised his hand and made a gesture.

’Faux Spirit Borrow Way: Li Lexin!’

’Faux Spirit Borrow Way: Mo Yunzi!’

’...’

In one breath, Wang Zijia summoned five Perfected Realm false spirits, and five glowing red long swords formed. Every false spirit penetrated into one long sword and was ruled by a divine thought.

It’s worth mentioning that although Wang Zijia couldn’t establish a connection with the Qinglian World yet, the Faux Spirit Borrow Way was not affected.

As a result, he discovered that within the Qinglian World, old Taoist Mo Yunzi, mount Ling Yanlan, and the three Deputy Head Teachers, Fu Wenrui, Hui Feiyang, and Li Lexin, had all become late-stage Perfected monks.

It happened so quickly because, in addition to the passage of many decades, if not nearly a hundred years in the Lower Realm, Wang Zijia had also left each person a human skin paper man in their Sea of ​​Consciousness.

The cheat he had given them wasn’t a tremendous cheat. It didn’t allow for unlimited conversions, but only periodically sorted out their statuses.

Apart from them, the Five Thousand Talisman Jade Discs seem to have been given a significant cheat. Wang Zijia had turned them into something like a chip system, of course, to train disciples while also promoting the level of the Dao Talisman.

...

After getting sidetracked, Wang Zijia, having formed five spirit-attached Magic Swords, had each long sword stop in front of the five elders who are in charge of daily affairs.

The clan elders looked at Wang Zijia with a hint of puzzlement, not knowing the reason.

"I ask you all to bring my Magic Swords, quickly select disciples, and head for An County, Liu County, Bai Tuo Town, etc., and completely eliminate the remnants of the Murong family, taking control of their resources."

The crowd was slightly startled when they heard this, and then they reacted. The Clan leader was really planning to utterly wipe out the Murong family!

For the entire Qinghe Mansion, of course, the territory was not only this Mansion City. The surrounding counties were also nearly completely divided between the Three Sects and their small dependent clans.

Wang Zijia did not pay attention to their changing expressions and said, "Except for the need to kill all the direct members of the Murong family, for the rest of the people, you can make your own decisions according to the clan rules and national laws."

"If you encounter a powerful enemy, you don’t need to do anything, just bring out my Magic Sword. The sword has a spirit and will take action on its own. It should be difficult for anyone below the Nascent Configuration to escape."

"If you encounter anything you can’t decide, you can directly stimulate the Magic Sword, report it to me, and I’ll rush over immediately."