My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 615 - 532: A Year’s Supply of Food!

Chapter 615: Chapter 532: A Year’s Supply of Food!

Wang Zijia’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, then he looked up in surprise at Zhang Decheng and said, "Master, are you saying that the Alliance...then why did they send me to do this?"

Zhang Decheng laughed out, "Since more than a year ago when we detected the Turbid Immortal aura, the top has indeed been negotiating, deliberating the idea of ​​the Three Sects joining forces again."

"However, this matter originated from our Sect and the Bone Soul Sect, it seems like too much of an excuse to drag the other two sects into it. Credibility is naturally doubted."

"In addition, after years of rare peace, the two sects don’t want to be dragged into a massive war among six sects again."

"So they have been dragging it out, but the incident half a month ago has fully exposed the general situation of Qi Chounu. The negotiations should speed up."

"As for sending you, it’s mostly to affect their internal affairs, to stimulate the contradictions, to have a demand, so that our Sect can bleed less during the negotiations. Do you think, with your abilities, you can really convince the Daqian Court to participate in the war?"

At the words, Wang Zijia suddenly realized.

So if he doesn’t make any progress on his tasks before the Alliance starts, although it wouldn’t be considered a failure, it certainly wouldn’t be considered successful either.

"I understand now!"

"Good that you do!"

The two had chatted idly for a while, finally, out of habit, Zhang Decheng asked Wang Zijia some cultivation-related things. After giving him some guidance for a while, Wang Zijia left.

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"You finished your cultivation!" Just after Wang Zijia descended from the sky, Xiang Feifei rushed up and threw herself into Wang Zijia’s arms.

"Yes!" Wang Zijia smiled and held her in his arms, caressing her sleek hair.

In truth, they could say that just after they confessed their feelings to each other, after enjoying a few days of honeymoon bliss, Wang Zijia began to spend years on "business trips" under the name of cultivation.

But Xiang Feifei never uttered a word of complaint.

If it was in his previous life, who knows what would have happened!

No matter what the social and cultural conditions are in this life, he doesn’t take these for granted; he notices all of Xiang Feifei’s good traits.

He was not obsessed with women after experiencing both lives!

So, as long as she doesn’t betray him, he will love her back, nurturing each other to achieve a long and lasting relationship!

For a person, to find someone who truly loves and cherishes them for a lifetime is truly difficult!

Even in an ordinary few decades of life, let alone a longer time!

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The two embraced each other passionately for most of the day before withdrawing their Divine powers.

"Are you going to continue cultivating?" Xiang Feifei looked up, her face full of anticipation, and asked, "Or are you planning to leave seclusion?"

Wang Zijia reached out and rubbed her head, "I still have to cultivate for some time."

Xiang Feifei heard the words and the expectation in her eyes receded a little, but she did not show any disappointment or other emotions.

Wang Zijia smiled softly and added, "But I should be able to come out and wander frequently. When I am done with the things I have to do, how about I accompany you to travel all over Wanyu? We can go to Flying Immortal and Daqian too."

The things he was going to do next would be best for him to keeps hands off. It would be better to show up more often.

Once he manages to finish this, he should have formed his Primordial Spirit and he should be able to go to most places in the Spirit Suppressing Realm!"

"Really!" Xiang Feifei was overjoyed. Then, without waiting for Wang Zijia to answer, she thought of something and shook her head on her own:

"Let’s forget about it for these recent years. We can discuss it again in a few years. These years, it’s not safe for real Dao cultivators with the rank of Infant God to leave home."

Wang Zijia chuckled but did not make any comment.

So, they were together, chatting here and there for a long time.

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In the underground base of White Peach Peak.

With the development day by day, the underground base has become a huge group of underground palaces.

The main color scheme was a blood-red crystal floor, the ceiling was covered by flesh-like tentacle-like tree roots, constantly writhing, decorating all the palace ceilings. Some even extended to the surrounding walls, acting like adornments.

In the corridor, you could see paper figures, dumb or normal, walking around like funeral clay figurines. The color of the paper figures was pale, and many of them were stained with dirt, looking like they had been buried in the ground for a long time and just unearthed.

Under the guidance of Wang Zijia’s avatars, which looked just like real people, they were either patrolling, or maintaining, repairing, expanding arrays, or carrying goods, or going to the reception to receive Nether Corpses, or transporting goods.

The whole palace was vibrant and bustling, but without a single human being. Under this strange prosperity, it was full of eeriness and evil.

It was just like an already formed Mysterious Domain, the depth of its evil Qi was comparable to the underworld!

An ordinary monk coming in might be terrified out of their wits.

However, Wang Zijia seemed to have become accustomed to being fooled by mana. He had become more and more accustomed to these weird things.

He had no choice but to admit that every time he created something, just by involving a tiny bit of deviation from orthodoxy, it would become extremely weird.

He had no alternative but to get used to it!

So when Wang Zijia came to the underground base and saw such a weird scene, he actually chose to selectively ignore these oddities, only paying attention to this prosperous scene.

And he was quite satisfied and proud!

Thinking about it, probably many demonic and evil cultivators are nurtured this way!

For no reason, Wang Zijia thought to himself!

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After a while, Wang Zijia checked everything in general, assured that there was no problem with the palace, and stopped daydreaming.

He then arrived at the storage area, the largest and most central part of the underground base.

Despite having an abundance of underground space, a year’s worth of continuous corpse collection had exceeded their capacity. Having a divine thought avatar, however, meant having the capacity for thought and strategy, not just mechanical action.

Previously, Wang Zijia had a routine of cleaning corpses every month or so, extracting the pollution from the Evil Seed. The leftover corpses would be devoured by the Seven Trees and Five Ghosts, with the bones then used for artifact making.

This efficient process left no waste, thoroughly utilizing the Demonic Beings as resources!

However, Wang Zijia’s long absence meant the warehouse was now overflowing. When that happened, the divine thought avatar would seal the corpses into pages and store them like books.

Even so, the corpses that were collected initially over the year began to show signs of Detrimental Mutation.

If Wang Zijia did not return soon, it was likely that some corpses would be directly thrown by the divine thought avatar to the Seven Arts, with the unextracted pollution included.

So when Wang Zijia arrived at the earliest corpse warehouses, what he saw was page after page, kept like offerings in separate sealing arrays.

The drawings of once whole or broken corpses on these pages had now transformed into squirming mounds of flesh and blood.

Across the mountain of flesh, a multitude of tentacles were densely spread, as if they had come to life on paper. Groups of them would even sprout flesh buds, growing like roots on the shelves where the pages were placed.

The shelves that held the pages were now covered in clusters of flesh, reminiscent of dripping wax.

The already eerie warehouse now appeared more terrifying than the storage of a devil cultivator, likening to a ghoulish nursery filled with an ominous and eerie atmosphere.

Nevertheless, Wang Zijia paid it no mind. Even the Five Ghosts that had previously feared the underground palace and bore a psychological shadow regarding underground spaces, now showed less fear and more eagerness, probably due to their long absence from this place.

After all, it had been quite a few months since they last had a hearty meal.

As for Da Chou, it had been trapped in the Chaotic Sea of ​​Knowledge along with several artefacts when it time-traveled, and for some reason, it had been in a strange state, deep in slumber.

Especially after Wang Zijia received the origin of time and space, and time-traveled back, it fell into a profound slumber.

Fortunately, its innate abilities were still functional, so Wang Zijia allowed it to continue sleeping!

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In the warehouse, Wang Zijia looked at the pages, and with a thought, a page exploded. It did not spew out a pile of corpse fragments.

Instead, an Aggregate Monster-like wriggling mountain of flesh and blood suddenly appeared in the warehouse. It didn’t resemble a dead object at all but seemed like a demon about to be reborn.

Blood-red mana converged into dense threads which extended from Wang Zijia to penetrate the flesh mountain, drawing out the pollution.

"Value +456!"

"Value +543!"

"······"

Countless pollutions were absorbed by Wang Zijia, quickly converted into value.

"Gurgle!"

The Five Ghosts, drooling, looked at the huge lump of flesh that had stopped squirming as if they were looking at a delicious fermented meal.

Moments later, when Wang Zijia finished absorbing, they pounced eagerly, tucking in happily.

From the ceiling, the tentacles that resembled tree roots also descended, joining in the feast.

"Crackle, smack!"

"Gurgle!"

"······"

The sounds of devouring, sucking, and chewing arose like an orchestra as if they were the unique background music for the gruesome palace.

Meanwhile, Wang Zijia let loose dark red threads throughout his body, continuously drawing out the pollution as he completely transformed the already terrifying underground warehouse into a super horrifying scene of Demonic Beings dancing.

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Like this, half a day passed.

"Value +3104 million!"

Dao Cultivation: Eight hundred years (170 million/200 million)

Taiji: 22.61 million

Magic Money: 1.01 million

Dao Kung: 2.11 million

Merit: 70

A year’s accumulation had brought him a step closer to the peak of the Infant God stage. As for the extra few hundred thousand in Magic Money and over a million in Dao Kung, they were the earnings from more than a year of Jade Talisman Pulse.

That’s right, his new pulse, which was established just a few years ago, had stopped making losses, turning profitable instead.

Wang Zijia was not profiteering from the lower classes but rather genuinely reaping substantial dividends, which were already considerable!

At least for a new pulse, it was a large income.

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After dealing with the Nether Corpse, Wang Zijia proceeded hurriedly to the Demon World of Treasures.

With a thought, a human skin torn into four pieces appeared, with a Red Copper Weight spinning around it.

He looked at the his Skin Demon Instrument Body, which was like a second avatar, with some regret!

Fortunately, with the Dao Fruit extension of the Red Copper Weight, the torn status of the skin body could still be repaired, otherwise he might have had to start from scratch with skinning and instrument making.

The pain of this process, Wang Zijia remembered it all too well!!!