My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 651 - 559 Temporary Peace

Chapter 651: Chapter 559 Temporary Peace

Having said that, Wang Zijia felt people approaching and didn’t waste any time.

The sky rendered completely dim, obstructing everybody’s view.

He, along with numerous God Monarchs, transformed into pages of a book while he himself burrowed into the Duobao World and vanished.

"Ha-ha, good!"

"Worthy of the Sheng Hong Sword Immortal, truly satisfying!"

Two hearty laughters rang out, sounding very pleased, seemingly from the Demon Suppressing Tower’s Tower Master, Li Zhengfang!

The sky’s gaze, too, rippled and changed.

A few dozen breaths later when the streams of light came rushing, nothing was left but ruins.

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At the same time, it was not only the Burial Spirit Sect that encountered such disaster.

In the entire Bone Soul Sect’s Southern Territory, more than a hundred sects large and small, which had the Dark Hall’s set-up and established anchor points, were all paid a visit.

Either led by Infant God Cheng or a Perfected Real Person, the disciples tossed from the pages had gone rampant and fought wildly within the sects.

It looked as if a swarm of locusts had swept through, stirring the entire southern region of the Bone Soul Sect into a mess.

A classic case of repaying injury with kindness!

The only difference was that the Bone Soul Sect was stirring things in the Mortal World of the northern region, while Cheng’s monks were causing havoc in the sects of the Bone Soul Sect’s southern territory.

And their main fight was bullying the weak!

Sacrificial Wine Sects were led by a real person, real person sects were led by a God Infant, and they were all also equipped with various exaggerated treasures which left no power for resistance in the major sects.

In one night, the entire southern region of the Bone Soul Sect was corrupt.

The sects that were not visited, one by one, were all extremely anxious, fully activating their Protecting Sect Array and defending strictly!

All the clans in the entire Cheng area had participated in this battle and obtained quite a few benefits. At the same time, the divided situation had almost silently, and very tacitly restored.

The ten major clans no longer controlled various provinces, and the Li family regained power.

As a response to the tacit understanding, nobody planned to do any reckoning.

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Inside the underground palace in Sword Burial Valley, an Infant God holding a book emerged from the Anchor Artifact.

The book opened, and Wang Zijia’s body stepped out from within.

By this moment, several hours had passed since the great battle.

After Wang Zijia drilled into the Duobao World earlier, he was on full alert and defended for several hours. It was only after he was sure that nobody was following him that he silently breathed a sigh of relief.

He returned to the main hall in the underground palace.

The book opened, and dozens of people emerged from it.

Wang Zijia looked at everyone and said, "Let’s end it for today. The benefits related to the post-war will be specifically counted and distributed in due course."

Everyone was surprisingly silent for a moment.

Wang Zijia looked at everyone and said, "What are your plans for the future? Do you want to continue cultivating in Cheng quietly, or are you planning to re-emerge?"

"If you want to re-emerge and don’t want people to associate you with our situation in Sword Burial Valley, it’s probably going to take some effort."

It’s too easy for people to associate if multiple Giant Cultivators emerge from various sects at the same time.

"Since the battle is temporarily over, I’m not planning to continue my seclusion. After a sleep of five thousand years, I plan to return to the clan to have a look. Although things may have completely changed, I should still take a look."

"I plan to travel around the current Spirit Suppressing Realm, walk around, see the sights. Tower Master can call me back to the tower whenever necessary."

"As an old man, I don’t plan to go wandering around anymore. I’ll continue to stay here, teaching disciples on the one hand and cultivating on the other!"

"I also plan to return to the clan to have a look. More than two thousand years have passed, I wonder which old fellows are still alive."

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A group of old antiquities who had emerged back into the world for over half a month—because Wang Zijia was declaring war, they all had waited in silence.

Now that the matter had initially concluded, they started to tell of their plans for the future, feeling lost, nervous, or indifferent.

After all, they’re all cultivators of the Primordial Spirit realm, it’s impossible for them to all want to burrow here in the palace; they have their own matters and ideas.

Of course, that doesn’t mean they would leave and never come back.

If the flames of war were to spread to Cheng, they would all rush back.

After everyone had a lively discussion for a while, they began to gradually disperse.

Wang Zijia and the Five Big Heads were left to deal with the various matters of today’s battlefield.

Concerning the harvest, Wang Zijia, and their group, only obtained a few dozen magic treasures of varying grades and conditions, either broken or intact.

The ones who had truly reaped the benefits were the disciples that had gone to other sects to create chaos.

Only there were people responsible for fighting and backing, on Wang Zijia’s side it was all about attracting attention.

With several hours having passed and troops beginning to return, there were exceptionally busy arrangements.

The Duobao world had become a transfer station—it was extremely bustling.

Registering of various commodities, the recording of achievements, the cleaning of treasures, and accommodation for people who were brought back by the disciples were among the many things.

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After being busy for several days, the initial progress of matters began to have a rough outline, with a certain amount of distribution.

Wang Zijia himself, obtained three Great Magic Treasures.

A golden small bell, a skeleton shield, a broken magic sword,

Both the shield and the magic sword were fifth-grade elementary magical treasures, but the most significant was the golden small bell.

It was an ancient treasure, originally an immortal treasure, but with the demise of its spiritual wisdom, and cracks all over the body of the bell, it could only barely display the power of a sixth-grade treasure.

Even so, it still had the power of the tribulation stage, just that the consumption was somewhat large, the losses outweighing the gains.

It wasn’t to say that the harvest this time was only this much, but rather what could be quickly distributed was only this much. There were too many miscellaneous things behind it.

Once the disciples below had dealt with it, he could just take the money directly.

Worth mentioning was, while Wang Zijia was arranging the warehouse, he found that there were quite a lot of spiritual objects harvested this time, among which were ones fit for the Infant God realm!

Even the primordial spirit realm had appeared three times!

Indeed, robbery was the best way to get rich.

Even a team of disciples hit the jackpot, as they rummaged from a declined devil gate without any Infant Gods and found nearly half of the special primordial spirit spiritual objects for enlightenment!

Just what Wang Zijia needed for his breakthrough into the primordial spirit realm!

You must know, this kind of spiritual object was almost the hardest to find!

Because enlightenment, comprehension-type spiritual objects, were in themselves special treasures, and often had no level restrictions, even ordinary people could use them.

Helping demonic beasts to awaken their spiritual wisdom, or making one’s own mind transparent for enlightenment.

Therefore, such spiritual objects were often the hardest to search for. Once the monks got them, they often wouldn’t take them out, but would use them directly themselves.

Wang Zijia originally thought that this thing would take a lot of effort, but he didn’t expect to get it effortlessly.

This made Wang Zijia quite thrilled for a while.

After roughly stabilizing Changbao’s affairs, everything slowly got back on track.

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Half a month later, White Peach Peak.

Like always, Wang Zijia practiced boxing and morning routines with several women, had breakfast, and came to the White Peach Tower.

"Master, good morning!"

"Tower Master, good morning!"

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"Good morning!"

Wang Zijia, in a good mood, responded.

He proficiently entered the door while taking things from An Xingsheng’s hand at the same time. An Xingsheng, holding other things, followed him in.

Out of the four children, two turned out to do gatekeeping duty, while the other two waited outside, ready to serve at any time.

As soon as Wang Zijia sat down and began to look over the materials, he paused, looked up in surprise and said, "The matter of the branch sects, it was approved so quickly?"

An Xingsheng smiled and said, "Yes, I was surprised too. As soon as I mentioned it at the Heavenly Inquiry Tower, all sorts of procedures came through suddenly these days, with so many things that I didn’t ask for or didn’t know about, arriving with a whizz."

"Originally it was me who went to apply for it, but suddenly it became the Scripture Pavilion, that intended to foster a major branch sect amongst the Xilin branches, in order to motivate this side."

Speaking of this, An Xingsheng was still a bit bewildered.

He carefully went to the Inner Sect, only to surprisingly be treated with an exaggerated amount of politeness.

Even he himself had become something like a ’genius’ person.

This was something he had never thought of in his life!

He, a medium-grade Spiritual Roots cultivator, a peripheral member of a sacrificial wine family teetering on the brink of decline, joined the Fu Tower and was in the most inferior new tower, serving as an assistant to the disciples who were added.

He knew very clearly how degenerate he used to be.

He was the standard low-born disciple of the Outer Sect!

Even in his family, he wasn’t treated as the next generation’s sacrificial wine seed and had been given up on long ago.

Who would have thought, after wasting tens of years, due to following the right person, his entire life would make an earth-shattering transformation in just three or four years.

Being treasured again by his family, promoted to sacrificial wine, becoming the third person in a branch, all of these were beyond expectation.

He never thought that there would be a day when he would be famous in the Inner Sect, and as a new generation genius!

Life’s experiences were indeed wonderful!

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Having heard, Wang Zijia understood in his heart, it was indeed similar to what he had guessed.

"Alright, you can continue with this. You can operate freely, without worrying too much. There’s nothing in these Xilin branches to be feared." Wang Zijia spoke with an indifferent expression, in his voice was confidence and pride.

Having experienced over these days the attitude of the inner sect senior brothers and martial uncles, An Xingsheng had roughly realized something.

The Tower Master before him had undergone earth-shaking changes, compared to three or four years ago. He nodded and said, "Disciple understands."

In the midst of speaking, he stepped forward two steps, and handed over the two books in hand, saying, "Tower Master, the material on the extraterritorial related insights that you asked for, almost none could be found."

"I’ve searched many places and only found a few very old traveling storybooks. They talk about some of the customs of the extraterritorial."

"According to my understanding, our Spirit Suppressing Realm, since eight thousand years ago, after the death of the Immortal Venerate, our communications with other several Immortal Realms have become rarer, even the communications with the Southern Spirit Three Domains are diminishing."

"I even heard that in recent years, some people in our Southern Spirit Three Domains are beginning to feel that we are more like a stronger subordinate spiritual world!"

"In short, there is very little coming from the extraterritorial, it is extremely difficult for us to go out, finally resulting in almost complete disappearance of news."

As Wang Zijia listened to this, he made a gesture, and several storybooks came in front of him.

"Defu Travellogue", "Ruoshui Love Question"········