My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 603 - 523 Arrangement

Chapter 603: Chapter 523 Arrangement

"Shengshi and the others are too young. Even if they were sent back to Kyoto, without any power to protect them, their growth is bound to be rough. I guess you don’t want to see that, do you?"

"No, Ling’er is still very young. She can’t care for a person. Ling’er needs her father!" The little tortoise was crying as she said, "Father, you must not abandon Ling’er like mother did."

Listening to her, Wang Zijia felt a ripple in his heart.

He reached out his finger and took her out of his bag.

At this moment, the little tortoise was looking at Wang Zijia with tearful eyes.

Wang Zijia gave her a signature, clean, clear smile that was so unforgettable.

"Let’s make a pact, Ling’er. You help me watch over this family for eight thousand years, and I will come to find you just as promised. What about the issue of your early inheritance affecting your cultivation? Your father will find a solution for you later, okay?"

"Really!" The little tortoise’s eyes lit up, she replied with surprise.

"In this world, there are methods of reincarnation!" Wang Zijia did not answer directly, he just responded so.

"Then it’s settled, Ling’er will help Father watch over these people for eight thousand years, and Father must come back to find Ling’er!" The little tortoise said seriously.

"Yes, it’s settled!" Wang Zijia agreed, nodding his head.

"You can’t lie!" The little tortoise stared at Wang Zijia seriously.

Wang Zijia put the little tortoise back and said, "Has your father ever lied to you?"

The little tortoise did not reply anymore. Instead, she curled up in Wang Zijia’s chest, greedily enjoying the warmth.

Behind him, Li Shengshi, who had been silent for some uncertain time, came out. He looked complexly at Wang Zijia and said, "Ninth brother, I can take care of myself. Little Ling’er doesn’t have to give up her future for me."

Wang Zijia shook his head and said, "This isn’t just for you. After all, you have to return to Kyoto. When the time comes, if Ling’er doesn’t have the power, will you be able to keep her there? Do I need to tell you what kind of place Kyoto is?"

Li Shengshi was silent for a moment after hearing this, finally saying, "Changbao is nice!"

"Heh, however good it is, without me, you can’t grow up. A god monarch’s legacy, however strong the posthumous name is, it can’t help you for too many years. A man is always going to be forgotten someday. When you realize you want to return to Kyoto, it might be too late!" Wang Zijia said very directly.

"It’s Little Seventeen’s fault for being useless!" Li Shengshi replied dejectedly.

"Then you have to work hard on your cultivation. Strive to later be enfeoffed over here and be a carefree local leader!" Wang Zijia humorously replied.

Li Shengshi did not respond, and the three of them fell into silence.

It was a regular night in the ordinary town, inside an unluxurious courtyard.

In the darkness of the night, under the moonlight, the two people and a tortoise stood still, as if they had set down promises and ties for generations to come!

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For several days in a row, it was rare for Wang Zijia not to go out and calm the chaos.

At this time, the major cities of Changbao had essentially been taken care of, just leaving some surrounding towns and villages.

Those places, once a time ghost appeared, those that were to die had almost all died. Only a few survived, so it was not so urgent.

Wang Zijia was wildly enjoying the city with the Five Big Heads, trying to give them a happy childhood.

It was foreseeable that they were going to experience a difficult period in the future. Now, it was almost as if he was trying to leave them with some happy memories to avoid any future psychological problems.

In this process, Wang Zijia was constantly adjusting to changes in his cultivation and the spells he had newly acquired, especially the Spatial Spirit Forging Technique.

He crafted quite a few little things with his hands.

Meanwhile, Wang Zijia had nearly sold off everything that belonged to Li Shengshi and asked Ma Su to prepare some materials for him.

After passing the time leisurely for more than half a month, and when Wang Zijia was somewhat familiar with everything, the materials Ma Su prepared for him arrived.

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While Wang Zijia was busy with disaster relief,

On the Changbao border, in Hei Tan Valley, a cultivation city was nestled within the valley.

Due to its unique geographical conditions, the cultivation here was exceptionally advanced.

Of course, this place was not an exception to the ghost’s rampage.

However, as the well-known border city of Changbao now, it was the first place Wang Zijia went to provide aid.

Half a year passed since the relief, and the city had already regained its prosperity.

Inside Hei Tan Valley City, three great True Human Realm cultivation families controlled every aspect.

Because of Wang Zijia’s timely rescue, and proper handling, none of the three families suffered foundational damage.

On the contrary, many small families were exterminated in the disaster. In just half a year, their power expanded rapidly, and the training of the younger generation had begun.

The Ming Family, one of the three families, occupied the best area in the eastern part of the city.

At this moment, at the street corner in the Ming Family’s territory, a drama was playing out.

Several lavishly dressed, radiant teenagers were seen beating up a handsome boy about their age.

Both parties had just started on their cultivation path, less than a year in, and might not even measure up to an average martial artist.

At this moment, the four teenagers were hitting and kicking the other boy.

"What worthless thing dares to compete with us for fame?"

"Isn’t that the truth, the son of a whore, dreaming of becoming a disciple of my Ming Family? It’s simply a joke!"

"Our great uncle is getting senile. How could he give this dreg a chance to cultivate?"

"Let’s see if you dare to steal our limelight again!"

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The lavishly dressed teenagers continued to beat the boy, hurling insults. Their blows showed no restraint.

The boy curled up, doing his best to protect himself.

Even so, he was soon covered in blood.

It was only when they almost beat him to death that the teenagers left. Not because they had a change of heart, but probably because they were afraid of killing someone and being punished by their clan.