My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 598 - 519: Someone Comes to the Palace_2

Chapter 598: Chapter 519: Someone Comes to the Palace_2

"Let’s go!" said Li Shenghui, looking at Wang Zijia, ready to board the ship.

"Where to?" Wang Zijia remained unmoved, asking in spite of his foreknowledge.

"Ha! Ninth Brother, we brothers don’t need to pretend anymore. You caused such a commotion at the Changbao Border in just over four months."

"Quelling the beast tide, blocking the Mysterious Domain, saving thousands, he truly is a Sword Immortal of the era. Sword Immortal Li Shenghong, the exiled youth dragon of Daqian, what a reputation! Us brothers hear about it all the time in Kyoto."

"You devised intricate plans causing such commotion, isn’t it just to return to the clan and regain attention? What, now that you’ve succeeded, you still want to keep playing your savior game under the guise of Sword Immortal Shenghong?"

Perhaps because of Wang Zijia’s fame, Li Shenghui was disdainful, feeling that Wang Zijia was ruining the rules, losing, and yet still stirring things up through public opinion.

Wang Zijia’s brow furrowed even tighter, his divine might becoming apparent.

Li Shenghui and the few maids behind him wobbled, an old man behind him quickly stepped in front of them, creating an aura that protected Li Shenghui and the others.

"Ninth Highness, Fifth Highness is here to invite you back to the clan. If you don’t appreciate it, it’s fine, but it’s somewhat presumptuous to act like this, isn’t it?" After revealing his peak existence as an Infant God, the old man respectfully addressed Wang Zijia.

"What, Ninth brother, do you feel you are strong enough to reclaim dignity and humiliate me?" Li Shenghui wasn’t perturbed at all by this, still mockingly looking at Wang Zijia.

Obviously, he would prefer Wang Zijia to act out rather than be this vaguely intimidating.

Wang Zijia shook his head and said, "No matter what you think, or what the clan thinks, I won’t return to the clan. If there’s nothing else, you can leave now. Don’t get in the way of me saving lives."

Wang Zijia’s indifferent words left the old man and Li Shenghui momentarily stunned.

"You..." After a moment, he reacted and asked, "You’re saying that you don’t want to go back?"

Wang Zijia glanced at him indifferently and said, "After I left the capital, I’ve never once considered going back!"

"Ha, what a joke. If you didn’t want to go back, why did you make such a fuss? Did you learn from those Confucian scholars to seek fame and deceive the public?" Li Shenghui’s face still was not pleasant.

Wang Zijia glanced at him indifferently and said, "I did those things because I am a person. I am the ninth prince of Daqian, and I should be doing those things. Fame? That’s just gossip from the common people. It doesn’t matter to me, and I’ve never intentionally done anything."

Li Shenghui completely abandoned his arrogant attitude, his brows furrowed, and he looked at the old man next to him with hesitation.

After appraising Wang Zijia, the old man said, "Ninth Highness, you should come back with us. We have the orders of the royal family elders. Even if you hold a grudge, you should come back."

"Ha, and what if I refuse?" Wang Zijia, talking, purposely flicked his white forehead hair back. By now, all the hair in his fringe area had turned silver-white.

"Even if the royal family elders came, I wouldn’t go back. I am also not afraid to tell you that I don’t even know how many days I have left to live."

"Or perhaps you really believe that I’m some genius, who after more than twenty years of obscurity and failure to show any talent in the fight for inheritance, I ran out and burst forth, gaining the cultivation of a God Monarch step by step?"

"Am I brain-damaged or did I just not wake up?"

The two of them had noticed Wang Zijia’s white hair a long time ago, but hearing his words, their faces changed color.

"Does the Ninth Highness mean to say, your Highness, that your lifespan is short?" The old man asked gravely.

"Ha? Short lifespan, you really overestimate me. I don’t even know whether tomorrow or my date of death will come first." Wang Zijia responded in kind.

"You..." Hearing this, Li Shenghui was speechless for a while, his face gradually complicated.

After all, he thought that Wang Zijia’s actions in the past few months were simply because he was unwilling to lose, and was stirring things up, seeking an alternative path.

He thought of him as an old, deceitful man!

Wouldn’t it be surprising if he was really aiming for sainthood?!

"What, you aren’t happy about this Fifth Brother?" Wang Zijia mockingly said, using the attitude Li Shenghui had shown earlier.

This time it was Li Shenghui’s turn to remain silent.

At this time, the old man said, "Under such circumstances, your Highness should accompany us back even more so. The clan must have ways to extend your life."

"Ha, unless I want to become a waste of a person, even an Earth Immortal can’t help. Or are you saying that the clan has had a change of heart and is willing to make a great sacrifice to extend the life of a useless person?" Wang Zijia sarcastically counterattacked.

Hearing this, the old man also furrowed his brows and didn’t respond.

The royal family is the place with the least kinship and the most pragmatic place.

Some things, you don’t even need to guess to know the answer, isn’t their coming out to bring the young dragon back to Kyoto the best demonstration?

Who would care about a useless dragon?

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be getting back to my own work. Please feel free to return. If the clan really has that much spare time, instead of focusing on me, a cripple, it would be better to pay more attention to this Changbao and send a few more God Monarchs to lend support."

After Wang Zijia finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to the elder’s group. Instead, he looked at Li Shengshi, who had flown over and stopped by his side upon noticing the commotion.

Li Shengshi had originally been down below, managing and maintaining the order of the city. Wang Zijia had been intentionally cultivating his ability to manage lately, so he had been continuously participating in disaster relief governance.

At this moment, it was evident that Li Shengshi had heard all of Wang Zijia’s words and was looking at Wang Zijia with a face full of concern and worry.

"Has everything been taken care of down below?" Wang Zijia asked in an emotionless tone.

"Ninth Brother, everything has been handled!" Li Shengshi pulled himself back together and responded accordingly.

"Are you going back to Kyoto? If you want to, go with them!" Wang Zijia said nonchalantly.

"No!" Even before Li Shengshi could respond, a voice spoke out from inside his pocket.

Li Shengshi patted his pocket to reassure the voice within, saying, "Little Seventeen would rather stay with Ninth Brother to participate in the disaster relief. What’s the point of going back to Kyoto, to just loaf around like a parasite?"

"If that’s the case, let’s go!"

Having said that, without paying any further attention to Li Shenghui and his group, Wang Zijia immediately left with Li Shengshi and the others.

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"I once dreamt of wandering the world with a sword in hand"

"To witness the world’s prosperity"

"A youthful heart is always a bit reckless"

"Now, you consider the whole world as your home"

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With Wang Zijia’s departure, there came a peculiar melody wafting over from the horizon. Carrying the tones of carefreeness and freedom, the ballad lingered in the air for a long time, creating a deep silence among those who heard it.

After quietly watching as Wang Zijia disappeared into the distance, Li Shenghui stood in the sky for a long time before finally asking, "Uncle Chen, what do you think Ninth Brother is trying to achieve with all this?"

The elder also fell silent for a while before saying, "Probably seeking the way of the scholars."

"Seeking fame? A posthumous name? Is the Ninth Brother truly beyond saving?" Li Shenghui wondered aloud, taken aback.

The elder shook his head, saying, "This old servant is not sure. Even with all my strength, it’s uncertain whether I would be able to see through Ninth Highness’ cultivation, let alone take a quick peek without alerting him."

Li Shenghui fell silent again for a moment before turning to return to the Tower Ship, saying, "In that case, let’s return to Kyoto to report. Not having to worry about a resurgence is always good news."

Upon hearing this, the elder did not say much. He only glanced at the distant Wang Zijia once, then further down at the vibrant city below before quietly following after Li Shenghui, without uttering a word.

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On the other side, Wang Zijia and his people had already moved far away from the city.

"Ninth Brother, is there really no way to cure it?" After leaving the city, Li Shengshi, who was beside him, asked with a worried look on his face.

Wang Zijia looked at him, then smiled faintly. The smile was radiant and cheerful but he didn’t respond.

Li Shengshi suddenly started to cry. He didn’t make a sound, but tears flowed down his face like a kite with a broken string. They dripped non-stop.

The little turtle, seemingly aware of something, silently crawled out of Li Shengshi’s pocket, and went back inside Wang Zijia’s pocket. It curled up in Wang Zijia’s arms, like a wounded animal that was about to be abandoned again.

"It’s been a while since we had a barbecue. Let’s have one!" said Wang Zijia, breaking the silence, landing near a stream in the woods, his face alight with a brilliant smile.

The sunlight shone on his face, giving him a soft glow.

Clear, pure, radiant, and free-spirited, his presence was truly comforting and unforgettable. However, that lock of conspicuously white hair on his head was agonizing to behold.

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PS: Hopefully, exams should have wrapped up by now. Wishing all of you bright futures and may all your wishes come true!