My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 704 - 599: Goodbye Dark Spy, Things are Not the Same as Before

Chapter 704: Chapter 599: Goodbye Dark Spy, Things are Not the Same as Before

"Master of the Sect, is there anything that the disciples haven’t handled properly?" An Xingsheng asked respectfully, looking at Wang Zijia, who had suddenly become energetic.

Wang Zijia, however, ignored An Xingsheng and instead looked at a stranger in the crowd.

The man gave a start as Wang Zijia’s gaze suddenly fell on him.

Before he could react, Wang Zijia raised his hand and extended tendrils of mana. The man lost all control and started to float.

Under the varying expressions of the onlookers, Wang Zijia summoned him forward.

"Junior, Zou Zongshi, head of the western forest spiritual lineage, a subordinate of the Dao law court, a true disciple of the wood spirit lineage, established the spiritual lineage in the western forest seventy years ago, greetings to the God Monarch!"

Zou Zongshi, a perfected cultivator, was imprisoned, floating in front of Wang Zijia. He was clearly forcing himself to stay calm.

Wang Zijia, however, ignored him and after a moment of manipulating his mana, seemingly confirming something through his spells, he said with amusement:

"Quite bold of you, extending your reach into my conference hall."

"Do you think that I, as a reincarnated sword immortal, am just for show?"

"Or do you think my ’Yuan Shen’ cultivation is fake?"

"Or perhaps you think that you can comfortably survive under the joint investigation of the Dark Department and the Law Enforcement Team, without concern?"

At Wang Zijia’s words, the forced calmness of Zou Zongshi disappeared and he turned pale.

Yes, he was a spy, and an old acquaintance at that, a spy from the Devil Gate.

If he had been from the Flying Immortal or the Daqian, Wang Zijia would not have even cared to acknowledge him.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of An Xingsheng and the others changed. This man was brought in by them!

Before Wang Zijia could say anything further, Zou Zongshi’s magical power began to fluctuate, a sign of him wanting to do something.

"It seems that you really do think I am just for show!"

As Wang Zijia spoke, numerous runes surfaced, and in the next moment, Zou Zongshi’s spiritual power was entirely drained, leaving him as powerless as a mortal.

His eyes widened in shock, while the surrounding disciples were left dumbstruck.

They had clearly sensed that it wasn’t a seal that had been placed on Zou Zongshi.

It was as though... at that very moment, he had become a mortal, his body visibly aging and giving off the smell of decay.

"Cough, cough..."

Zou Zongshi only managed to mutter a few words of terrified and frail gibberish. His eyes were cloudy, his consciousness chaos. He felt sluggish and his mind was filled with fear.

A huge number of random life facts flooded his brain, while his knowledge of spells was almost forgotten. It was as if his centuries-long life of cultivation had been a dream.

"You dare to act so insolently in front of me. It seems that I’ve been too soft!"

"Well, it’s pretty timely for the cleanup of the management of the Xilin Branches."

Wang Zijia paid no heed to Zou Zongshi, and with his voice cold, he left the Great Hall with the decaying old man.

The disciples looked at each other, no one daring to speak as they followed the, obviously angry, Wang Zijia with anxious fear.

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Wang Zijia left the Great Hall, hovering over the Jade Talisman Sect’s territory after leaving the White Peach Peak.

With a wave of his hand at the old man, dark wisps of energy were forcefully pulled from the man’s body. These dark energies attempted to form a skeleton, that lunged towards Wang Zijia.

It was clear that this was of a high level of power, but unfortunately, the quantity was insufficient. It was directly dispersed by a casual wave from Wang Zijia.

In the next moment, taking advantage of the dispersed energies, Wang Zijia unleashed a strong spiritual light.

His eyes turned gold, his momentum ascended, silver hair fluttering - he appeared like a god descending.

This display stirred the people of the sect below.

Many disciples were left stupefied as they looked at their Sect Master, full of fury. Many were left wondering who had dared to instigate this during such a time.

As Wang Zijia’s actions continued, black threads filled the sky, extending into the distance.

"Huff, quite a number of people indeed. Has the Xilin Branches been infiltrated to such an extent? Truly a place deserving of its reputation where dirt is hidden and filth accumulated!"

As Wang Zijia’s face turned stern, his body expanded rapidly, creating a powerful magical fluctuation. This caught the attention of many.

"Roar!"

"God Monarch, spare me!"

"Innocent disciple here!"

"Old Ghost, you will die a terrible death!"

"Evil Dao, our sacred sect will one day flatten your evil pits."

Next moment, things exploded in many places in the Xilin Branches.

Countless threads extended from the sky, forming a huge network, with each thread leading back to a disciple.

There were children, there were wine offering monks, and even a couple of perfected cultivators.

In a brief moment, hundreds, nearly thousands, of people were hanging from the sky.

With a single effort, Wang Zijia was able to capture up to three clandestine spies from the Dark Department!

Among these, some were resigned to their fate with faces as gray as death;

Some continuously begged for mercy, regretting their past decisions;

And some denied everything until the very end.

Two of them roared at Wang Zijia, clearly they were elite members from the Devil Gate.

The many disciples below were either at a loss or watching dumbstruck, their faces full of astonishment.

Wang Zijia looked at the three front entrances of the Dark Hall disciples in front of him, somewhat in a daze.

Four years ago, a Ghost Spirit Dark Hall kept him restless, trembling, and anxious for a long time.

Yet now, he was able to wave his hand and get rid of so many disciples.

"Demon Daoist, if you have the guts, kill me. The Holy Sect will one day wipe out your nests of Demon Daoists and annihilate all of you..."

One of the Dark Hall masters insulted Wang Zijia, who was apparently trying to provoke her to end it sooner.

Wang Zijia glanced at him indifferently, and he was suddenly stuck like a duck whose throat had been grabbed. In the next moment...

"Ah ..."

A shrill roar echoed through the sky.

The disciples below, who were unaware of the reasons, looked at Wang Zijia in the sky, who was delivering divine wrath, in fear.

During this brief delay, two God Monarchs, each leading a group of people, rushed over quickly from the direction of Qifeng.

One was a team led by an elder in a green shirt and purple cloud robe, from the Law Hall.

One was a team led by a man in black clothes, obviously from the Dark Department, and his appearance was quite unusual.

Behind them, followed by twenty Perfected individuals.

They came to Wang Zijia and immediately bowed respectfully, saying, "We have seen Martial Uncle Wang!"

"We have seen the God Monarch Chi Yang!"

Wang Zijia looked at the two groups of people who had come, one an elder from Law Hall and the other a Hall Master from the Dark Hall.

"You came pretty quickly!" He glanced at the two teams and said, "Since you’re here, I’ll leave it to you to handle it. These are all spies from the Bone Soul Sect."

The incoming Law Hall team was taken aback and said apprehensively, "We were ineffective and ask Uncle Master to punish us!"

Wang Zijia looked at them indifferently and said, "The people had made it into my discussion hall and were loitering around me, it’s quite neglectful."

"You should spend some effort to clean up the Xilin branches, after all, they’re from the sect’s branches, not exclusive land for hiding filth."

With that, Wang Zijia paused a bit and looked at the God Monarch of Law Hall.

"If you’re not keen on it, it’s okay, I haven’t seen Marshal Uncle Luo for quite a few days. The last time he came to me, we didn’t talk properly, so I don’t mind visiting him to have a good discussion about these developments."

The elderly man of Law Hall trembled slightly, his forehead covered in sweat, and he pleaded apprehensively, "Uncle Master, please calm down, we know our mistakes, please give us a chance."

Wang Zijia glanced at them indifferently, without rebuking them any further, because it was no longer necessary.

With his current status, this level of talk was already earth-shattering to the people below.

Wang Zijia then turned his attention to the black-clothed Dark Guard team and asked, "Why are you here again?"

"Uncle Master, we are in a state of war, and dealing with spies, we Dark Guards need to cooperate fully, so all the intelligence needs to be gathered!" The black-clothed man said with utmost respect.

Wang Zijia nodded and said, "Alright, take the people down. Don’t really make me clean up Xilin Branches myself again."

"Abide the decree!"

The two teams, full of fear and trepidation, led their people away.

Wang Zijia then lowered his head to look at the pulse below, where countless people were looking at him.

When they saw his gaze coming, they involuntarily lowered their heads.

Wang Zijia ignored them and focused on his mana fluctuations, which appeared clearly.

In fact, given the current scale of the Jade Talisman Branch, it was quite difficult for a Great Cultivator to sort out the entire branch, but...

More than half of the disciples in the entire Jade Talisman Branch had been demon-seeded by him!

After the Wisdom Brain excluded these people, were there only a few left?

Therefore, when Wang Zijia finished checking the remaining ones and confirmed that there were no Devil Gate Dark Halls in the branch, he didn’t care anymore.

As for the other branches, since he had instructed Law Hall, he would let them handle it.

Below, many disciples who were tense, breathed a sigh of relief.

Because in the entire Jade Talisman Branch, the people of Daqian and Flying Immortality were doing the work of immigrants on the surface, and they also weren’t lazy in collecting information behind the scenes.

Of course, they didn’t do anything too serious.

Realizing that Wang Zijia was only targeting the Devil Gate and ignoring them, they each confirmed the rumor that Wang Zijia was close to the disciples of the three Immortal Alliance sects and sent the information back to their sects.

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A moment later, when all was calm again, the people returned to the White Peach Tower.

"The disciples failed to investigate and allowed the Devil Gate Dark Infiltrators to infiltrate. Please punish us, master!"

Once back in the Great Hall, An Xingsheng led a bunch of people to immediately plead guilty.

Wang Zijia dismissively waved his hand as if nothing had happened, saying, "Never mind me, you guys keep quibbling!"

Disciples: "······"

Watching Wang Zijia, who seemed as if nothing had happened and casually went back to his seat, acting like a wooden figure, the disciples below had a silent exchange before they resumed their quibbling.

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In the following days, the Xilin branches stirred restlessly, causing a lot of commotion and making people feel uneasy.

Everyone knew that the reason for all this was a spy who dared to provoke the Divine Cultivator God Monarch.

Moreover, it was the Nine Tribulations Chi Yang, a reincarnation of the Sword Immortal, so everyone knew that this thorough investigation would be really thorough.

As a result, many people were very honest and did not dare to touch even the dark markets and some gray areas.