My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 554 - 486 The Hidden Void Child Arrives as Promised!_2

Chapter 554: Chapter 486 The Hidden Void Child Arrives as Promised!_2

However, even so, when he withdrew his perception, under the entanglement of mysterious resonance, he also experienced a bit of pollution.

This thing, it’s a big pitfall, could suddenly take away half your life in a divination!

Such a rip-off!

"Value +78!"

As Wang Zijia thought, he casually converted the infection, and continued to investigate the other pitfalls.

Living demons, dead anomalies, the extremely filthy, that altar which could make people fall in an instant. Without any measures, if you foolishly drilled straight into it, you wouldn’t even see a Perfected One, your path would be destroyed already.

These were fine, the biggest pitfall, the one that left a deep impression on Wang Zijia, was an ordinary looking altar, had another person’s information medium, that also possessed transference processing!

If one were to dive into that, inadvertently, the divination target would shift to another powerful figure, you could unexpectedly calculate to a Primordial Spirit, or even the body of a Devil crossing tribulation.

And even notify the other party the most brightly, I am predicting your every move haha!

Then be slapped dead with a backhand!

"This guy...." While Wang Zijia continued his calculations, he was somewhat speechless.

No wonder the higher the rank, the higher the divination fee given to Calculation Cultivators.

If every single one of these was a big or small pitfall, the reason why Calculation Cultivators have short lives, it seems not all could be blamed on the price paid for revealing too much?

Images flashed across his mind constantly, swiftly excluding the aftermath of it, settling on how to cut off their means of retreat.

After a long time, an image suddenly froze, becoming incredibly clear in Wang Zijia’s perception. The Karma Silk Thread penetrated the thick mysteries and held onto a dozen or more that locked onto the other person.

"Caught you, dirty rat!"

At this moment, Wang Zijia’s eyes flashed with intense brilliance, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.

...

Wenshan Marketplace City, the infamous city at the juncture of Qinghe Mansion and Guangping Mansion, and the surrounding three cities.

At this moment, it was mid-afternoon, quickly approaching evening.

In the biggest street stall market square of the Marketplace, a crowd came and went, cries of sale and haggling incessantly filling the ambiance.

"How much are you selling this talisman for?" A seemingly only teenage boy who still looked young, stopped in front of a stall.

The stall owner was an old Taoist nearing the grave, but the spiritual light in his eyes indicated that he was still quite some ways from the grave.

Seeing the opportunity to do business, he revealed an enthusiastic smile saying, "Fellow Daoist, you are quite fortunate, this Illusory God Talisman may be second-grade, but it’s from a famous family’s hand!"

The boy was instantly attracted, earnestly asking, "Oh, which master’s product might this be?"

Without waiting for the old man to continue speaking, someone from a neighboring stall started laughing saying, "Haha, Old Man Zhong, you’re trying to fool him again!"

Another seemingly honest middle-aged man chimed in, "Kid, don’t listen to his nonsense. Just a few days ago, he was bragging that this was a God Monarch’s own work! As a result, he managed to sell a second-grade broken talisman for the price of third-grade, that’s quite the profiteer!"

"How am I fooling people? You just lack vision..." The old stall owner was preparing to argue his case, very much a struggling lower class loose immortal making a living.

But at this time, he suddenly sprang up from the ground, his face filled with astonishment as he looked around like a startled bird.

"What’s wrong, Old Man Zhong? Could it be a client you swindled has found you?"

"Haha, you better run fast!"

His sudden reaction made those loose immortals who were chatting and joking with him burst out laughing.

But the old man didn’t answer, instead his face kept changing rapidly with a look of confusion and apprehension, he immediately began packing his stall saying, "I have some business to attend today, I won’t be selling anymore."

"Haha, could it be a client of whom you swindled has really found you! That’s what you get for cheating people every day!"

Everyone seeing his rarely exhibited startled expression broke out in laughter. Apparently, the stall owner and the others were very familiar with each other, their relationship wasn’t built in a day or two.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

...

Without waiting for the old man’s response, a strange ring sounded with a unique rhythm.

In the city, countless people instinctively looked left and right, trying to find the source of the sound.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, Hidden Vacuity from Qinghe, is here to attend the gathering by invitation!"

As the calm and cold voice resonated, people instinctively looked up.

In the sky above, a middle-aged man strolled through the air. He was broad-shouldered, upright, robust, and eight feet tall.

In sharp contrast, he had a slightly childlike face that seemed ageless.

The other party wore a scholar’s long gown, and five dark red longswords enveloped in ghostly mist circled around him. He stepped onto the void and walked from a distance.

"Thud, thud!"

The faint sound was that of the other party strolling in the void. The subtle fluctuations spread with his steps, rhythmic, like knocking on a door.

His aggressive temperament was like a peerless Sword Immortal descending to the world and left countless people stupefied.

"A God Monarch? The Hidden Vacuity of Qinghe? Who is that?"

"Isn’t he the newly ascended God Monarch from the Chu family of Qinghe Mansion, who’s been making a big fuss lately?"

"Why is he in our Guangping Mansion now?"

"I’ve heard he obliterated the Murong family. Could it be that he didn’t finish collecting everything from the Murong family’s heritage and is targeting Sheng’s family in Guangping now?"

"Are you deaf? They said he’s here to honor an agreement!"

"······"

Countless people looked up at the sky to see the Sword Qi piercing the sky and the God Monarch Sword Immortal striding across the void.

Amidst the discussion, the guardian of the city from the city lord’s mansion soared up into the sky, arrived in front of Wang Zijia, bowed, and said, "Sheng Li of the Sheng family welcomes the Hidden Vacuity God Monarch. May I know the purpose of your visit to our humble Wenshan Market Square?"

Wang Zijia completely ignored him, strolled above the market square’s street stall area, looked down and laughed,

"What’s the matter, Fellow Daoist Feng, you’ve invited me ’personally’ several times in the past month. Today I came as promised. Are you planning to leave without saying a word?"

With Wang Zijia’s words, the five dark red longswords next to him trembled slightly, their Sword Qi pierce the sky. The strong sword intent locked onto an old Taoist below.

People looked on in shock to discover that it was an ordinary old Taoist. Many people recognized him and remembered that he had been hanging around here for more than a year or two.

The old Taoist was packing up his stall and trying to sneak away, but he was frozen in place when the sword intent locked on him.

"How did you find the Old Daoist?" In between his words, his momentum kept rising, and he floated up to face Wang Zijia in the air.

"Is this... the Demon Daoist Feng Yingzhong?"

"Why is it him!"

"He’s been missing for over a hundred years, and he’s not dead yet!"

"I actually shared a stall with a God Monarch for decades?"

"You should be thankful you weren’t made into a toy and used for juggling!"

"Uh ······"

"I heard that the Chu family has offended a Heterodox God Monarch these days. It turns out, it’s this old demon. The Chu family is in trouble now!"

"······"

As Feng Yingzhong regained his momentum and ascended, his face became familiar to many. The entire city was buzzing.

Wang Zijia looked at Feng Yingzhong and laughed, "Fellow Daoist, you’ve invited me so many times in the past month, how could I not accept your invitation? Otherwise, people would look down upon me!"

"Struggle!"

As soon as the words fell, one of the longswords soared into the air.

However, the target was not Feng Yingzhong in front of him, but a street in the city below.

"Whoosh!"

The dark red longsword fell like a meteorite, carrying a stroke of bloody lightning as it shot straight down.

"Ding!"

The next moment, an identical old Taoist, surrounded by a blood-red shield the size of a palm, was stabbed out of the shadows by the sword.

"Oh, Fellow Daoist Feng, we’re not strangers. Don’t embarrass yourself by using such pitiful tricks, it would only make you lose face as a God Monarch!" Wang Zijia looked down at Feng Yingzhong, who was forced out by the sword, and taunted.

"Puff!"

The Feng Yingzhong on the street below had an uncertain expression, while the illusion in the sky disintegrated at that moment.

"What is Fellow Daoist Chu’s intent?" As Feng Yingzhong took off again, his momentum escalating, he once again confronted Wang Zijia in the air.