My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 95: Destined People

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Destined People

"These two swirls I put out are worth five years of my reserves, I dare you to take them!"

As Nannan muttered to herself, Wang Zijia felt that the curse had infiltrated successfully, and normally, the next step would be to activate the curse and make the target unconscious.

But as Wang Zijia activated it, what was wrapped in the heart of the curse command was the core of the spiritual root demon seed, which was perfectly delivered deep into the opponent’s body to start a traceless but frenzied erosion.

In just a moment, without Yan Yingyi noticing in the slightest, Wang Zijia had filled Yan Yingyi’s body with his ’pollution’, shaping it into his form.

Feeling the information brought by the return of the red copper weight to the Sea of Knowledge from his forehead, Wang Zijia finally showed a smile and let out a long sigh of relief.

It should have been successful. The preparation of nearly a month was not in vain.

With a slight movement in his mind, he came to his Chaotic Sea of Knowledge.

The red copper weight reappeared, but this time, it did not immediately plunge into the other’s Chaotic Sea of Knowledge with Wang Zijia.

Instead, it stimulated the weight, enveloping the illusory yet real boundless sea area that Wang Zijia had created before. Then, Wang Zijia had a flash of inspiration.

The familiar daze hit him, not differing from the previous time in the slightest. By the time Wang Zijia recovered his senses, he had already arrived in Yan Yingyi’s Chaotic Sea of Knowledge.

Looking at the extra boundless sea area in the chaos, and the Penglai Fairy Island standing in the sea area, Wang Zijia let out a sigh of relief and showed a heartfelt smile.

’It seems that this chaos may not really be the Sea of Consciousness, at least not a simple Sea of Consciousness!’

With these thoughts, Wang Zijia floated down onto the island in the sea area and walked into the Penglai Fairy Palace, sitting in front of the ordinary counter under the enormous container.

With a movement of his mind, Yan Yingyi’s numerous weights emerged. Wang Zijia began to organize the other’s basic information.

Name: Yan Yingyi

Cultivation: Late stage of the ’Child’ phase

Dao Cultivation: 100 years (15000/15000)

Spiritual Roots: Medium quality spiritual roots (fourth grade)

Cultivation Method: Universe Law Canon (child Chapter)

Spells: Talisman paper making (great mastery), Rune control (great mastery), Rune engraving (great mastery), Folding Technique (great mastery), Talisman Bird Technique (great mastery), Feather Falling Technique (great mastery), Spirit Heart Talisman (beginner 518/600) ...

Available Skill Value Degree: 14025

After a long time, Wang Zijia finally organized the other’s basic information. Mainly because the other party had almost thirty spells, as well as a lot of miscellaneous life weights.

As can be seen from the more than ten thousand skill value that can be reconfigured, Yan Yingyi was using his weights to express what it meant to be widely experienced but unaccomplished, and what it meant to be competent in every field yet feeble in every way.

Having cleared the other’s information, Wang Zijia’s form began to change.

The appearance of the dainty and chubby boy started to stretch and thin out, and his face began to mature as well.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Zijia was completely transformed.

As Wang Zijia completed his transformation, another figure slowly emerged in front of the Penglai Fairy Palace.

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It was already late in the evening, around eleven or twelve, and Yan Yingyi was planning to rest as soon as he finished engraving the paper kite in his hand.

Yet, as he was fully engrossed in refining his talisman weapon, he was suddenly overcome by a bout of dizziness. By the time he came to his senses, the world around him had changed.

A huge stone stele and a classical pavilion exuding the aura of ancient times met his eyes. This sudden change dumbfounded Yan Yingyi.

A faint sea breeze mixed with a strong, clear spiritual power flowed into his nostrils.

He gave a start and quickly collected himself.

Looking around perplexedly, he realized he was standing on a mountaintop. Through the mist, he looked down at the undulating waves of a boundless ocean, where an island emitting an intense immortal aura stood silent and tall.

He then turned to look at the stone stele in front of him, which was imbued with an ancient aura. On the stele were etched two bold, ancient characters: Penglai. One corner of the stele also featured an inscription.

Enter Penglai, change mortal form within your lifetime.

Discard mortal womb, ascend immortality with the rest of your life.

’Penglai? What is that? Some kind of weird secret realm? But how could the entrance be in the Sect?’

"Creak..."

As Yan Yingyi pondered, the grand, majestic gate of the Penglai Fairy Palace, veiled in the aura of time, slowly opened.

"Since you’ve entered Penglai, you’ve obtained an immortal opportunity. Why don’t you, young fellow Daoist, step into the palace for a chat!"

A man’s voice echoed from within the palace. It sounded young, yet exuded a sense of vicissitude, filled with masculine strength.

Now almost eighty years old, Yan Yingyi had mingled in the Wanyu Sect for seventy years and seen a fair amount of grand spectacles. Upon hearing the voice, he momentarily suppressed his inner astonishment, and with bewilderment and a hint of curiosity, he stepped into the palace.

As he crossed the threshold, Yan Yingyi felt the air around him ripple like waves. In the blink of an eye, it seemed as though his surroundings had changed yet again.

A gigantic great hall met his gaze. Right before his eyes, there was a colossal container filled with countless treasures of various auras. Looking up, the container seemed to have no end in sight.

Standing at the entrance of the hall, he seemed like a mere ant. A wave of solemnity, grandeur, and vicissitude washed over him, making him feel incredibly small by contrast.

In the center of the hall, directly underneath the container, was a counter. On it was a table and a chair, nothing extravagant, just ordinary. There sat a young man clothed in a green robe.

What an extraordinary person he was!!!

The youth seemed to be in his early twenties, yet did not seem naive, rather, he was very mature.

Dressed in a green robe, he had a Confucian elegance about him. His chiseled face held a tough and soft charm, remarkably suave. He stood nearly 1.89 meters tall with a sturdy body, neither overly muscular nor too brutish, everything about him just right.

In his black and white eyes was a worldliness that did not belong to his age. His dark irises were like an abyss, captivating anyone who looked into them, making it hard for them to break away. His eyes clearly reflected the passage of time, but left no ’marks’ on him.

At this moment, he was the embodiment of a man at his most attractive age, combined with the fatal charm of a mature man, especially irresistible to naive young women. His entire demeanor exuded the charisma of a mature man.

Even Yan Yingyi, who had seen countless people over the years, had not come across anyone in the Wanyu Sect who could rival this man.

Even he, a man nearing his twilight years, was stunned at first sight, understandably so.

Whether in looks or temperament, everything about the youth revealed a man’s unique charm. What’s more, he encompassed a complex array of qualities - resilience, maturity, elegance, and plenty of vicissitudes.

Yan Yingyi was dumbstruck for a fleeting moment, before collecting himself. He quickly stepped forward two paces, came near the counter, and, facing the young man, saluted, saying: "Outer Sect Disciple of Wanyu Sect, Yan Yingyi, greets Senior."

"Since you have entered Penglai, you are the chosen one of Penglai, and there is no need for such formalities." The youth showed a elegant smile, speaking in a friendly manner.

However, as he opened his mouth, the vicissitude in his words intensified, leaving Yan Yingyi even more breathless.