My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 655 - 562: I’m Going to Die

Chapter 655: Chapter 562: I’m Going to Die

Li Shenghui, a middle-aged man, revealed a bitter smile and said with a touch of helplessness, "It’s an old tale from eight thousand years ago. The fact that Ninth Younger Brother remembers such youthful, reckless matters, should I be glad?"

Seeing this, Wang Zijia waved at the people behind him. After signaling everyone to leave, he turned to Li Shenghui and said, "Let’s go, let’s sit down there."

With that said, Li Shenghui gave a slight smile. Both of them vanished from the spot in a blink of an eye.

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Sword Burial Valley, the Heart Island in the center of Heitan Lake, was the most scenic place in the entire valley.

Inside the Central Lake Pavilion, Wang Zijia brought Li Shenghui here, with no disciples to serve them.

Both of them sat down in the Central Lake Pavilion. Wang Zijia began to make tea.

Deep inside the valley, with the mystic lake water, gentle wind, and the reunion of two relics from eight thousand years ago in the Central Lake Pavilion, it should have been a beautiful scene.

However······

"You are still as stubborn as a mule, preferring to stay and suffer in this broken place rather than returning to Divine Capital, even in this reincarnation." Li Shenghui looked around with a sigh.

For him, this place was indeed quite shabby.

"I think it’s pretty good, less miasma than the Divine Capital, and it’s enough for my cultivation!" Wang Zijia said indifferently.

Li Shenghui halted, looking at Wang Zijia, who was revealing his cultivation and had already become a mighty Primordial Spirit. He could not refute this.

"Being born into our family, some things are inevitable. You doing this······"

At this point, he paused, remembering that their relationship was not suitable for preaching, sighed, and said, "Well, your temperament is not suitable for a place like Divine Capital."

Wang Zijia glanced at Li Shenghui and handed him a cup of tea.

Compared to eight thousand years ago, not only his cultivation level had changed, but his entire personality had also changed.

He was no longer arrogant and domineering. Instead, he had become much more amiable, filled with nostalgia. He didn’t seem like the commander of the Daqian Sect, who had emerged victorious through countess power struggles, but more like a mature scholar.

In his amiability, he was filled with nostalgia for the past.

The two fell silent for a moment, quietly sipping their tea.

"The matter with Little Seventeen had nothing to do with me!" Li Shenghui suddenly blurted out unexpectedly.

Wang Zijia paused drinking his tea, but didn’t speak.

Li Shenghui spoke with a hint of reminiscing, "When he first returned to the Divine Capital, he was like a poor, abandoned little hedgehog."

"But you taught him well, he was a spitting image of you. I could see his disdain for the Divine Capital and his longing for a free life as a swordsman at a glance."

"So, I didn’t have, nor did I have the spare time, to do anything to him- even when he later showed remarkable talents."

"No matter how talented he was, if he didn’t step into the ring, he wouldn’t affect us, and might even bring benefits."

Wang Zijia continued to sip his tea in silence, not joining in the conversation.

Li Shenghui continued to explain, "It was probably the third brother who did it, and he paid the price by losing everything."

Wang Zijia finally looked up, glanced at Li Shenghui lightly, and said, "So you just happened to take advantage of the situation and becomes the Prefect, ruling Over Daqians for eight thousand years?"

Hearing this, Li Shenghui fell silent again.

After a while, he didn’t argue about anything, but said frankly and sincerely,

"When I found out, it was already too late. Even though I used the incident to further my plans, I never intended to use Little Seventeen as the price. He was never involved, so he shouldn’t have to pay for the winds and clouds of the Divine Capital."

Being able to talk with the demeanor of a Tribulation Crossing Cultivator was already proof enough of his sincerity. Of course, this also had something to do with Li Shenghui’s image of a Confucian Sword Immortal who soft-pedaled over hardball.

Wang Zijia took another look at Li Shenghui, who was seriously looking at him.

This person had indeed changed a lot compared to the domineering image from eight thousand years ago, they were like two entirely different people.

Time truly is a terrifying thing.

"So, what’s your purpose? Fifth Brother, you came all the way here just to tell me all this and clear up my misunderstandings?"

"And then we’ll play the harmonious brothers, bury the past, embrace each other, and shed tears on the spot?"

"I don’t remember that there’s such a deep bond between us, or that I, Li Shenghui, have such a significant bearing."

"To the point where the Tribulation Crossing God Monarch, the heaven of Daqian, and the man who can shake the Spirit Suppressing Realm with a stomp of his foot, would come to explain to me in such a humble way, afraid that I would misunderstand."

Wang Zijia put down his teacup, wore a poker face and indifferently said.

"I’m dying." What answered Wang Zijia’s question was a calm statement, carried with complex emotions.

Wang Zijia’s action stiffened and he looked at Li Shenghui who appeared to be just middle-aged.

According to theory, Tribulation Crossing Cultivators could live for ten thousand years. Although it’s unlikely to reach the limit, with Li Shenghui’s status and resources, living to nine thousand years old shouldn’t be a problem.

But now, he was not even eight thousand years old, and should have still been in his prime!

Noticing Wang Zijia’s doubt, Li Shenghui took a sip of his tea, then began to speak as though he were reminiscing or narrating:

"Back then, in order to become the Prefect replacement, I had many conflicts with the disciples of our generation, the previous generation, and so on."

"As for the chaos in that era, you also knew how chaotic it was. Everyone took action, mostly dealing with their problems through the Devil Gate."

"Although I always managed to resolve it with narrow escapes, I lost a lot to reach where I am today."

"These wounds have continued to plague me, even after I crossed the tribulation, they still haven’t been completely erased."

Wang Zijia fell silent for a moment before saying, "So what? You want to let go of all your worldly misunderstandings before you die? Or do you look down upon the deputy position of the Daqian Tribulation Period and set your sights on me instead? Are you trying to entrust me with something?"

Ignoring the somewhat offensive tone in Wang Zijia’s words, Li Shenghui looked at Wang Zijia and said, "I want your Reincarnation method!"

His eyes radiated with a dazzling light as he spoke these words.

Even though his manner remained aloof and nonchalant as before.

But within his words, the sense of discontent, the overbearing presence, Wang Zijia could feel it.

He was wrong!

Li Shenghui was still the same Li Shenghui!

Except that, he had matured, many things had started falling into place, there was no need to struggle for them!

He, therefore, fostered the previously absent Confucian Elegance!

But he, Li Shenghui was still Li Shenghui, unchanged at his core!

"So what?" Wang Zijia’s face remained unchanged, and he still spoke in a very calm manner.

As if every such matter had no relation to him, his demeanor was exceptionally nonchalant!

Li Shenghui’s aura stiffened for a bit, desperately suppressing his dominion’s aura to avoid giving this obstinate ninth younger brother any wrong impressions that he is here to force him into something.

As a Confucian Sword Immortal who had compromised his entire life’s cultivation to save the people of a state, he understood the nature of such people too well.

Over the past eight thousand years, numerous stern and rigid Confucians have emerged from Daqian.

And this ninth younger brother could be ranked among the top of the list.

Could such a person be compelled into submission?

It was simply a joke!

The Dao Consistency of the Confucian Dao, especially the Confucian Sword Dao, was nearly impossible for the most obstinate people to reach, and he didn’t have the time to force or persuade them either!

"You can ask for anything you want." In his words, he seemed to fear that Wang Zijia would refuse, so he added: "I can help you achieve the position of Prefect and control the entire Daqian."

Just as Wang Zijia was about to speak.

Li Shenghui continued, "Even if you don’t covet these, you would still need resources for cultivation, right?"

Wang Zijia paused.

To be honest, he was indeed swayed.

But... he didn’t have a damn Reincarnation method!

Let’s not even talk about whether Li Shenghui had the resources and skills to make a breakthrough; just based on Li Shenghui’s character, would he willingly allow Wang Zijia to plant a demon seed in him?

He was not the kind of person who would give up everything just to survive.

If that were the case, he wouldn’t have participated in the struggle for succession or fought till now. He, Li Shenghui was also someone with a presence!

Li Shenghui was a typical prince, with pride and for the achievement of his goals, he didn’t mind using various means. But what he couldn’t stand the most was being manipulated by others.

This was the core heart of the Royal Authority!

And at this moment, Wang Zijia didn’t have confidence in quietly planting a demon seed on a Cross Tribulation Great Cultivator.

Seeing Wang Zijia’s silence.

Yet, not outright refusing, was already a good sign for him, especially considering that their relationship, to say the least, wasn’t good and could even be considered antagonistic.

He had played a significant role in forcing Li Shenghong to leave the Capital back then!

"I can probably maintain my peak condition for another two hundred years. During this period, I would be able to help you take over the position of the Prefect." Li Shenghui voiced out once again without any context.

This was to tell Wang Zijia that he could consider it for two hundred years.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zijia suddenly raised his head and said, "What about helping me find a Special Spiritual Object, fifth brother?"

"A down payment?" Li Shenghui asked joyfully.

Before coming here, he hadn’t imagined he would get a response on the spot.

"You can interpret it as you wish." Wang Zijia replied in the same indifferent manner.

"What kind of Spiritual Object?" Li Shenghui asked immediately.

"A Primordial Spirit Spiritual Object of space-time class." Wang Zijia replied.

Li Shenghui furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, "No need to search, there’s no way this kind of thing exists in the whole Spirit Suppressing Realm. If there really were such a thing, our ’Southern Spirit Three Domains’ wouldn’t be in such a predicament."

"Not a whole one, isn’t there even a strand?" Wang Zijia added, "The necessary conditions for Reincarnation is to have something that can pry into the space-time. Eight thousand years ago, I narrowly succeeded by borrowing the power of the ghost of Changbao’s Mysterious Domain."

Li Shenghui froze for a moment, suddenly realized something, and said with a frown, "If you only need a strand, it might be contained in the core essence of the Spirit Mineral in the Void Spirit Spring. Although we don’t have it in our domain, I can try to get it from the outer domain."

Having said this, he looked seriously at Wang Zijia and said, "If I get this for you, ninth younger brother, would you agree to the transaction then?"

Wang Zijia shook his head and said, "I can’t give you the secret method."

Li Shenghui furrowed his eyebrows, thought of something, and immediately said, "I’ll find Heritage Masters..."

Wang Zijia shook his head and said, "Even if you find a Seventh-Grade Heritage Master for me, fifth brother, it will still be impossible."