My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 822 - 687: Bloodline Inheritance Treasure_2

Chapter 822: Chapter 687: Bloodline Inheritance Treasure_2

Wang Zijia furrowed his brow slightly as he looked toward Dai Jianjun.

’This fucker isn’t planning to play the role of Party A and delay the payment, is he?’

Dai Jianjun’s shadowy face, rarely showing embarrassment, blushed slightly as he said, "I truly didn’t expect my Fellow Daoist to create such a utensil. The clan really doesn’t have that much liquid funds available right now."

"How long do you need?" Wang Zijia asked expressionlessly.

"Half... How about three months? I’ll give you three hundred thousand now, and another three hundred thousand after three months," Dai Jianjun proposed tentatively.

Wang Zijia quietly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn’t Party A’s rhythm of dragging out the payment, he wouldn’t mind taking his utensil and leaving.

"No problem," Wang Zijia said with a smile returning to his face as he nodded.

"Phew..." Dai Jianjun also let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your understanding. We indeed weren’t prepared enough this time."

Wang Zijia shook his head and responded, "Actually, I didn’t expect to be able to create such a treasure myself. This has a lot to do with your Patriarch’s single-minded desire for death and his peculiar physical status."

Dai Jianjun’s expression darkened momentarily; holding the tail wrapped in a light orb, he suddenly asked, "You mentioned that this Bloodline Magic Treasure is akin to an organ?"

Wang Zijia nodded, saying, "Once it’s completely fused, it will function exactly like a real tail."

Upon hearing this, Dai Jianjun immediately said, "Then could we change the model, maybe to have multiple eyes? It would seem more mystical!"

"It’s possible, but this form is the best expression of the utensil. It revealed itself, and I simply helped consolidate it. Changing the form might have some minor impacts," Wang Zijia replied.

"Then... Let’s just keep it as is," Dai Jianjun hesitated for a moment before deciding not to dwell on this minor issue any longer.

As the two conversed, they tidied up a bit and walked out.

Outside, a large group of people was anxiously waiting.

When they saw Dai Jianjun come out holding a tail encased in a light orb, they rejoiced at first, only to be overtaken by sadness.

"Clan Head, has Ming Ancestor..."

"The Ming Ancestor has gone to meet our ancestors; it’s probably what he wanted!"

"..."

As Dai Jianjun spoke, a wave of sorrow surrounded the area.

It was clear to see that the Dai Family was genuinely close-knit, which oddly didn’t match their venomous and vicious temperament—whatever happened to the saying ’as the heart is, so is the appearance’?

Wang Zijia, watching this scene from the side, suddenly felt an urge and turned his head to look in a certain direction.

He saw, at the edge of the bamboo grove in the courtyard’s exterior, a figure standing silently atop a bamboo stalk, watching the people inside from a distance while being surrounded by a faint sadness.

’Is that the aura of... that snake demon, or rather, half-demon?’

’An even older ancestor of the Dai Family?’

’Tsk tsk, I always feel that the Dai Family of the Qingling Bamboo Sea is not as simple as they appear on the surface; who knows how many unknown big shots are lying low.’

’But then again... How many families and sects like Shen Hong lack such a thing? And what does this have to do with me?’

Wang Zijia’s thoughts flickered as he respectfully gave a slight bow in that direction, a gesture of courtesy.

The figure, sensing Wang Zijia’s gaze and gesture, also shook themself a courtesy before vanishing into the depths of the bamboo sea.

...

Wang Zijia did not leave immediately; perhaps it was because the utensil he created was too good, and he was warmly entertained by the Dai Family for most of the day.

After learning about the effects of the utensil, many clan elders from the Dai Family surrounded him for quite some time, showing enthusiastic contact.

After half a day, if it weren’t for Wang Zijia initiating his departure, by their intentions, they seemed to want to keep Wang Zijia for several days or even longer if possible.

When leaving, Dai Jianjun took the initiative to escort him beyond the bounds of the bamboo sea.

"Dai Fellow Daoist, a time to meet and a time to part. This is where we bid farewell. Of course, if you’d like to visit me along the way, feel free," Wang Zijia said.

"Then I won’t see you off any further. If you have any needs in the future, Fellow Daoist from Yun Zhong, feel free to send someone to my Qingling Bamboo Sea. Within my abilities, I will grant any request!" Dai Jianjun said solemnly, handing over an order symbol to Wang Zijia while making a significant promise.

"Then I shall take this favor!" Wang Zijia accepted it with a carefree attitude.

He needed these things, of course, and wouldn’t be pretentious about it. After all, despite his notoriety, he was no match for his peers and others in the same Cultivation level in terms of social circles.

After all, he had begun his Cultivation journey too late.

Dai Jianjun heard this and smiled, saying, "Fellow Daoist, you needn’t be so polite."

During his speech, he paused, then added, "By the way, I wonder if we have more orders or if the surrounding clans do, could we possibly..."

Wang Zijia smiled faintly and said, "Then I would have to thank Fellow Daoist for introducing business to me, and I can give Fellow Daoist a commission. However, your family’s Ming Ancestor’s case is not the norm. For an average peak Tribulation Crossing Cultivator, it would be good to produce a Sixth Grade mid-level Bloodline Magic Treasure."

"I’m well aware of that!" Dai Jianjun immediately said.

"..."

After some more casual chat, Wang Zijia once again took his leave.

After a mutual bow, Wang Zijia turned into Streaming Light and vanished, while Dai Jianjun watched him disappear for a moment before turning back to the clan.

"..."

After leaving the Dai Family, Wang Zijia had no intention of spending a whole day to rush back.

He traveled only for a short while before stopping his Escape Light.

He entered a thick forest, a book appeared, and the entrance to the Duobao World slowly opened.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Zijia had vanished, reappearing in his own Cultivation Room in the Yu Family’s home.

"Squeak!"

When Wang Zijia opened the door, stepping out from the courtyard,

Yu Guangyun, who had been waiting in the courtyard, blinked in surprise and said, "Master? When did you return?"

Wang Zijia’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, and he said indifferently, "Just now."

Yu Guangyun nodded and didn’t ask further.

"Has there been any change in the town during the two days I was away?" Wang Zijia asked.

Yu Guangyun shook his head and said, "No, everything is normal. Is the order from the Qingling Bamboo Sea going smoothly?"

"Fairly smoothly," replied Wang Zijia with a wave of his hand. "Alright, go do what you need to do; didn’t I say not to hang around me."

Yu Guangyun bowed to Wang Zijia and left.

Wang Zijia’s mind stirred, and he habitually visited the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge of a number of his undercover agents. After observing that everything was still in order, he finally eased his mind.

"..."

The following evening, as usual, Wang Zijia sealed talismans, stored information, and completed his day’s routine Cultivation.

He then took out an order symbol and felt slightly dazed.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in a small room.

Using his Human Skin Paper Person Avatar as a conduit, he enveloped his logged-in body and then stepped out of the room.

It had been just over a year since he had arrived in the East Wilderness, and he had been established there for over half a year.

Furthermore, he had been mingling in the largest Dark Market of the East Wilderness: the East Wilderness Dark Market for the better part of that half year.

During this time, besides dealing with some items, there were many things Wang Zijia had never received.

Of course, the things that were good for him indeed had somewhat high requirements.

As per his routine, he first strolled through several blocks, and finding nothing of note, he then went to the Bounty Hall to check the most recent lists and bounties, including the bounty he had issued.

However, when Wang Zijia saw his own bounty, he was taken aback.

"Is this... someone accepted the bounty?"

[Bounty message: I have a Spiritual Object, contact me using this Dark Market’s number for details.]

’Someone for a trade finally, not easy at all!’

Wang Zijia’s expression brightened slightly as he used his own Dark Market order symbol to tentatively contact the target.

Shortly after, Wang Zijia received a very brief message.

[Dark Market Main Street, Secret Meeting Building Room B7!]

As the biggest Dark Market in the entire East Wilderness, despite having only a few streets, it was like a small town with all sorts of things available.

The Secret Meeting Building was specially designed for people like them who needed to meet face-to-face online, just as its name implied, specifically for secret encounters.