My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 862 - 717: Successive Arrivals_2

Chapter 862: Chapter 717: Successive Arrivals_2

"Cough cough..."

As soon as An Xingsheng left, Li Shenghui’s face turned flush red, followed by a bout of coughing that seemed as though he was going to expel his lungs.

With his coughing, Wang Zijia detected a foul stench of decay. Li Shenghui also coughed up some rotten, blackened blood.

"I’ve made a laughingstock of myself in front of Ninth Younger Brother!" Li Shenghui managed to suppress his cough and stabilize his breath after a moment, and said to Wang Zijia with a weak voice.

His complexion was ashen, his look wretched, and his body frail and withered, exuding a sense of desolation, no longer possessing the ease and composure of the past.

He was hardly recognizable from the person Wang Zijia remembered.

Wang Zijia frowned and said to Li Shenghui, "Didn’t you say you had at least a few hundred years left? You don’t look like you could last a hundred years like this."

Li Shenghui managed a forced smile and did not reply right away, but slowly untied his robe.

A more intense stench of decay assaulted the senses.

The next moment, Wang Zijia’s brows furrowed even tighter.

He saw that Li Shenghui’s chest and abdomen had multiple holes in them.

Each hole was the size of a fist; looking through them, one could see the internal organs already decayed and blackened bones.

Several of the holes even penetrated right through to the back.

"How did you end up in such a pitiful state?" Wang Zijia’s frown deepened, he instinctively stood up, enduring the foul smell at the tip of his nose, and moved closer.

The two did not share much affection or a close relationship, nor did they bear any significant hatred towards each other.

They had a kind of kinship that might or might not be related by blood, and considering that Li Shenghui had indeed helped him before, Wang Zijia was not entirely indifferent.

As he drew closer, Wang Zijia realized that Li Shenghui was rotting away inside!

The entire chest and belly were but a mass of decay, barely sustained by his strong cultivation; otherwise, he would have died long ago!

"I already had various injuries and knew my days were numbered. After the battle in the Delta, I was severely wounded, and while in the Void, even though I managed to save my life with the Magic-driven flight, it left me with all these troubles."

"So... I probably won’t make it another hundred years!" Li Shenghui said to Wang Zijia with a touch of sorrow in his voice.

Wang Zijia continued to examine Li Shenghui’s condition closely with a frown.

Li Shenghui did not shy away and let Wang Zijia proceed.

In the room, aside from the lingering foul smell, there was a stretch of silence.

...

"Not too bad; it could be worse!" Wang Zijia declared after a moment of inspection.

Li Shenghui’s eyes brightened suddenly, and he asked, "I heard that before Ding Haiping crossed the tribulation to become immortal, he was in an even worse state than me?"

As he spoke, his voice trembled slightly as if he were trying hard to control his emotions.

Wang Zijia glanced at Li Shenghui and replied, "The condition of Head Teacher Senior Brother was indeed worse than yours, but he had quite a bit of good fortune, not all was bad for him. His Dao Body was only half rotten."

Li Shenghui’s eyes dimmed immediately as he asked, "So there’s really no hope for me?"

With his words, he seemed to age further, his figure becoming more hunched, shrouded in an aura of death.

"I didn’t say there was no hope. I merely said that if you’re hoping for the Head Teacher Senior Brother’s kind of good fortune, you probably don’t have the necessary foundation," Wang Zijia replied matter-of-factly.

Li Shenghui was taken aback and asked, "What kind of good fortune?"

"You’ve rushed here so recklessly without even knowing the specifics?" Wang Zijia looked at Li Shenghui with puzzlement and said, "Cang Jiao Senior Brother had condensed the Mysterious Immortal Fruit Position upon his ascension. It holds promise for the future."

Li Shenghui came back to his senses and said with a bitter smile, "What Celestial Immortal, Profound Immortal, or Immortal Dao Fruit Position can I dare to think about now? Just to become a Turbid Immortal would be..."

He stopped midway, suddenly froze, then looked up sharply and asked, "Ninth Younger Brother, are you saying there’s still a chance, a possibility that I could become immortal?"

"Haven’t I told you? Your problem isn’t a big one. As for becoming immortal, the commitment I made to you back then—although it’s a few decades early—your luck is good, and my cultivation has recovered faster than expected," Wang Zijia said, returning to his seat. He picked up his teacup and slowly sipped his tea with an air of casual elegance.

"Swoosh!"

Li Shenghui suddenly stood up, his pale complexion turning an abnormal flush due to excitement.

"Ninth Younger Brother, are you serious... *cough cough*..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he started coughing violently again. This time it lasted a long while, and as he coughed, various types of rotten fluid splattered out from the large holes in his body.

It was as if the rot inside him couldn’t withstand the shaking and burst forth from the rotting holes.

Wang Zijia’s brows slightly furrowed as he raised his hand and gestured.

Several beams of Spiritual Light descended, and Li Shenghui’s terrible condition slowly stabilized.

He took a few deep breaths before he calmed his emotions and slowly sat back down.

As his emotions settled, Wang Zijia saw that Li Shenghui visibly changed.

The man was still the same, and his condition was just as dire, but he now gave Wang Zijia a completely different impression.

The shift in one’s demeanor can indeed be substantial.

Perhaps because hope had been rekindled, within a few breaths, he reverted to the Li Shenghui of old.

Self-assured, haughty...

Clearly, he had believed himself to be without hope upon his arrival, merely struggling in his final moments; but now, he felt hopeful again.

"Fifth Brother, you really are..." Wang Zijia looked at him, one eyebrow raised. He paused halfway through speaking, searching for words, and after a moment, he found them and said, "Your ability to ’change faces’ remains as strong as ever. No wonder all of us brothers ultimately lost to you."

Li Shenghui’s just-ignited Prefect’s demeanor faltered, and he looked at Wang Zijia helplessly, saying, "You really can’t let that one go, Ninth Younger Brother?"

After a brief commentary, he immediately changed the subject, asking, "Do I really have a chance to become immortal? What do I need to do?"

Wang Zijia glanced at Li Shenghui and asked, "Do you have the resources prepared for becoming an immortal?"

Li Shenghui nodded and said, "Having practiced cultivation for nearly eight thousand years, I have indeed prepared quite a bit. Speaking of resources alone, I should be able to make an attempt."

"But I know my own situation well; I’ve never dared to try."

"I was planning on giving it a shot in the next few years, as a last-ditch effort before death."

"Then you, Ninth Younger Brother, appeared out of the blue, and I thought to wait another hundred years to see."

"But fate made a fool of me, and now I am in this predicament, with not even a chance to desperately struggle for the status of a Turbid Immortal."

Wang Zijia asked again, "Did you bring the items?"

Li Shenghui nodded and said with an indiscernible expression, "I was originally planning to wait until you were finished in Jianye to take you to see me one last time, effectively bringing you back to Divine Capital. But then I heard about Ding Haiping’s incident two days ago and thought, what if."

"So today I brought all my things with me, originally intending to leave them to you as an inheritance."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zijia flipped his hand and produced a pill, saying, "Then it’s simple. Eat this first, let me assess your condition and give you some treatment, and then we’ll talk about becoming an immortal."

In the midst of conversation, Wang Zijia tossed the pill to Li Shenghui.

Li Shenghui, frowning, looked at the Elixir in front of him and questioned, puzzled, "Cultivating Yuan Pill???"

Wang Zijia looked at Li Shenghui indifferently and said, "This is a unique secret technique of mine. You can also consider it a First Grade pill; if you don’t want to eat it, just give it back."

Out of habit, Li Shenghui sniffed the pill and, without saying a second word, ate the Elixir, adding, "I’m already in such a state, what’s there to worry about..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his expression froze. Wang Zijia also suddenly frowned and said, "Today is indeed eventful."

No sooner had he spoken, Wang Zijia quickly left the room and arrived at the rooftop of White Peach Tower, followed by Li Shenghui.

...

Looking into the distance, they saw a vast Immortal Palace swiftly flying in from the north.

It was another flying Immortal Tool, one that Wang Zijia did not recognize, and its power was comparable to Wang Zijia’s Blood Cloud Demon Jade Palace.

The style of the Immortal Tool also resembled that of the Cloud Immortal Palace, different from what Wang Zijia was accustomed to, much more classical.

At the moment, with its full power unleashed, the Immortal Shelf, with a great rainbow aura, was approaching Wanyu rapidly.