My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 547 - 482

Chapter 547: 482

Wang Zijia’s thoughts flickered, and together with his avatar, they spent half an hour constructing a complicated Blood Formation.

At its core, an intricate Altar was integrated, which brought together ill fortune, treachery, ghost dao, and karma, carefully constructed by Wang Zijia.

"Clap, clap!"

Wang Zijia clapped his hands, checked the array again, nodded with satisfaction. For the first time, he cultivated such a delicate Altar, which should be enough to lay a curse on a God Monarch.

Even though cursing someone mostly depends on the cost, the assistance program still helped a lot.

’Since you’re eager to die, then I shall accompany you on this journey!’

With a thought in mind, Wang Zijia flipped his hand and took out the Blood Pearl that Feng Yingzhong, a demon dao, had spit out earlier.

He turned over and took out the corpse of the demoness. With the Karma Dao method of the Thousand People Seed Fate Chapter activated, he carefully drew several strands of residual karma from the corpse, deeply entangled with Feng Yingzhong, and integrated them into the Blood Pearl.

He melted it all together, transforming it into a Curse Medium.

He tossed the Blood Pearl into the Altar at the center of the Blood Formation, and Wang Zijia threw several poisons into it to strengthen the effect of the curse.

Once everything was ready, Wang Zijia took a deep breath and began the ritual.

"Complete the Heavenly Dao and Great Dao,

From mystery to darkness, karma bound to the body, communicates with the divine.

Eliminate all the evils and the dishonest.

Those who see me shall be blind, those who hear me deaf, and those who curse me shall plague.

Those who plot against me shall suffer their misfortunes."

As Wang Zijia began the ritual, a wicked wind began to blow throughout the underground palace. The Blood-red Array and the white bones responded to each other, resembling the site of an Evil Demon and Monster Path ritual.

The originally faint golden, beautiful karma threads suddenly changed color, transforming into a dark red color. A profound demonic Qi emerged from within Wang Zijia, piercing into the void.

It turned the entire basement into a man-eating Pan’s Silk Cave in an instant. Terror, eccentricity, and a thick sense of unease permeated.

Wang Zijia, "..."

Even if his cultivation methods touched upon a gray area, even the most orthodox Great Dao would become a heterodox plaything.

Before he could say that heterodox Dao was such, the Karma Dao method had become like this...

Indeed, the problem was not whether it was heterodox or not, but that the one casting the spell, himself, was the big problem, which affected the form of the spell!

With the dark thread piercing into the void, Wang Zijia felt his perception extending continuously, quickly finding a source under the guidance of the mysteries.

"Puff!"

In his perception, the thread effortlessly pierced into something.

"That easy? I haven’t even paid the price yet?"

Wang Zijia paused for a bit, before, in the next moment, a dark red clay doll appeared in front of him.

"Hmm? Another practitioner? You want to compete in magic art across the space?"

A huge Altar, carrying a completely different style from Wang Zijia’s, appeared in his senses.

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Numerous miles away from this place in a desolate suburb, there was a chaotic burial mound, with dead trees and weeds rampant, and Carrion crows squawking and flying about.

However, at this moment, the normally silent burial mound presented a completely different scene.

In front of a wicked Altar made up of countless graves and ashes, Feng Yingzhong and an unfamiliar old witch sat in the middle of the Altar, prepared for any eventuality.

The old witch looked to be in her seventies or eighties, with moles all over her face, wrinkled skin, and sparse hair. She looked exactly like an old witch from the legends!

In front of them on the Altar, a pottery doll that looked exactly like Feng Yingzhong stood. It was discolored and filthy, giving off a strong sense of evil.

But any person of cultivation coming here would be able to see at a glance that this puppet had a strong connection to Feng Yingzhong.

"Are you sure he’ll make a move in the next few days?"

The old witch had apparently been preparing for several days, getting impatient with the wait. Her voice was dry and shrill, sounding like metal rubbing against each other. It was exceptionally harsh and irritating.

"Don’t worry, it would definitely be these few days. The eye drug that the Old Taoist gave him should be enough. With his Dao Consistency, he should initiate a curse against me!" Feng Yingzhong assured.

"Just as well, I don’t have much spare time to sit around here with you!" the old woman replied rudely. "You’ve been around for so many years, how could you leave such a suicidal medium like a blood bone for a curse master?"

"I didn’t expect it either, I originally thought it was a heterodox from Wanyu, but when I checked, it turned out to be a person from Changbao, from a family of curse masters, so I had no choice but to ask for your help!" Feng Yingzhong revealed a rare apologetic smile.

Looking at their expressions, it seemed there were quite a few stories from their youth.

In the next moment, invisible silk threads from the void fell, piercing directly into the pottery puppet, and the black qi seeped out from the pottery, immediately revealing the invisible threads.

"Hmm!" The old woman conducting the rituals on the altar trembled all over, groaned, and said with a strained face: "Why it’s so strong, act quickly or things will change!"

Feng Yingzhong’s face was also very serious, he spewed out a mouthful of essence blood, turning it into a blood-colored flying skull that immediately disappeared into the altar in front of him.

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Qinghe Mansion, in the underground palace of the Chu Family, in the curse room, Wang Zijia’s eyes were slightly narrowed.

A vague image appeared in his mind, showing an altar at the Chaotic Burial Mound.

"So you asked a curse master to wait for me? Quite clever! Let’s see whose moves are more..."

"Squirt!"

"Pop!"

Just as Wang Zijia was preparing to engage in a remote duel with the curse master, a blood-colored flying skull suddenly sprung out of the void and bit at Wang Zijia.

No!

To be precise, it bit towards the altar in front of Wang Zijia.

Caught off guard, and completely unprepared, it swallowed the medium on the altar in one gulp.

"Uh..." Wang Zijia, who had been preparing painstakingly for a long time and was just about to show off his skills, instantly stiffened. His senses, due to the loss of the curse medium, rapidly retreated.

Damn it!!!

This Mo······ this guy, he didn’t ask someone to duel with him, he realized that the blood he spit up before was a big problem after he found out about his whereabouts.

Then he invited someone over, seemingly to duel with him face-to-face, but in reality, it was to retrieve his curse medium.

And his activities the previous night. He probably deliberately exposed himself, just so Wang Zijia would take action immediately.

"Haha! Chief Chu, thanks for returning Old Taoist’s blood and bone, this favor, I will remember it and repay it slowly, there’s plenty of time in the future."

Before leaving, Feng Yingzhong, as always, couldn’t help but mock the heterodox, while leaving a brutal word.

"I curse you..."

At this moment, Wang Zijia felt somewhat explosive!

He had been preparing for a long time, ready for a duel!!!

These words of this demon, killing and heart-wrenching, not very damaging, but extremely insulting.

It made Wang Zijia seem a bit stupid, his whole person was in chaos.

However, with the disappearance of the medium, the flying skull turned into a phantasm and crumbled, completely disappearing without a trace, leaving Wang Zijia speechless for a long time.

It had been over three years since he started cultivating, and this was the first time he had been so brutally played, he felt like his lungs were going to explode.

This demon is so cunning, it’s not about competing with you at all, he just swallowed his medium and ran!!!

He stared blankly at the empty altar.

A long silence!

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Today’s incident, can be seen as a harsh lesson for him.

Being powerful doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll have the upper hand in a duel, especially when it comes to things like curses, where setting traps and dueling, planning is essential!

If used wisely, it can have a miraculous effect!

It must be said, to be able to achieve infant god status in a haunted place like Changbao State, as a heterodox, without some tricks and brains, one wouldn’t have survived till now.

"Feng Yingzhong, is it? This round, I admit defeat, let’s continue next round! I don’t believe, as a modern person, that I’ll be suppressed by a native like you!"

After staring blankly at the empty altar in front of him for a while, Wang Zijia finally came back to his senses, viciously made his statement.