My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange-Chapter 20 - Minor Accomplishment

As he swung his foot and disappeared, the pursuers chasing the child arrived. Looking at the corpses on the ground, they were surprised and said, “They’re dead?”

“Hmm, they’re hastily purified!”

“Does this mean the reports from the seventh team are real? Was there a big shot helping?”

“No, not purified, it absorbed the pollutants!”

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

“Are there other evil cultivators in the city who dare to directly absorb pollutants?”

“Hurry up and report!”

“Damn, it’s almost been a day, were all the inner sect branches taking their time, or were they all eating dry food?”

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Wang Zijia sneaked away again, running all the way.

The first time was unfamiliar, the second time became familiar, he felt that he was gradually getting used to it, and even gaining experience.

He slipped into some dark alleys where ordinary people lived. After all, the pollution had been going on for a day. Those who were overtly mad, and those who quickly went crazy yesterday, most of them should have been cleaned up.

The rest should largely be those who were polluted but hadn’t entirely lost their minds. Like his crazy state yesterday, something was clearly wrong, but they were unaware and also knew how to avoid danger.

This semi-incubation state was likely to be overlooked in places where these ordinary people lived.

After a moment, Wang Zijia killed another mad demon and conveniently picked up a corpse left by the law enforcement team, garnering a total of 145 points in value.

As the weights were converted into skill value, Wang Zijia’s talisman paper making technique made significant progress once again, achieving a minor accomplishment.

Spell: Talisman Paper Making Technique (Minor Accomplishment 516/1000)

But the value needed for Great Mastery is five hundred, and the success rate only increases by a small percentage. Therefore, Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment, deciding to start accumulating cultivation.

While it seemed unreliable to accumulate thousands of years of power, the power converted could also be transformed into the cultivation of a monk once he had spiritual roots, so there wouldn’t be any impact.

Having decided, Wang Zijia began to search again.

Once again drawn in by combat, Wang Zijia stealthily approached.

As he drew closer, the aura inside his body became unusually active again. As he continuously absorbed and purified the pollution, he found that his true qi became more and more sensitive to these evil seeds, like a radar, as if addicted.

But what left Wang Zijia changing color was, this time he hadn’t even approached yet, and the monster in the battle was trying to break through and move towards him, seemingly treating his mutated true qi as a sibling!

“This is… a monk-level polluted evil seed, and it’s not a low-level one, at least a mid-level, or even an advanced-child level cultivation? This kind of existence has been thoroughly polluted?”

Wang Zijia sensed the fluctuation of the battle, and without uttering a single word, turned around and ran!

“Roar!”

As he moved, the demon two streets away, which was being besieged, let out a roar, showing a frantic expression, as if calling out to Wang Zijia for help!

This guy, was polluted but his mind wasn’t affected!

At least, he still retained his own rationality!

Unfortunately, Wang Zijia didn’t understand what the other party was roaring, and didn’t have the time to care, he ran away frantically.

After running a huge circle, Wang Zijia went straight home.

It was already the break of dawn, not far from sunrise, so it was better not to continue wandering. Moreover, the experience just now had also scared him a little.

A night’s gain of several hundred points of value left him a little too excited.

Cultivation: Innate

Cultivation Method: Hidden Shadow

Martial Arts: Dragon Short Knife Nineteen Slash

Spell: Talisman Paper Making Technique (Minor Accomplishment 516/1000)

Lying in bed, looking at the suddenly minor accomplished talisman paper making technique, a look of eagerness appeared on Wang Zijia’s face.

A minor accomplished technique, has an eighty percent success rate.

Ten pieces of spiritual material for one piece of magic money, five talisman cards to break even, making a profit of three cards, a 60% return rate, this kind of business investment is absolutely worthwhile!

The solution to the income from the money pouch, it’s up to it now!

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After sleeping for three hours, dawn broke, and Wang Zijia didn’t get up early for a change.

He only got up to eat when it was almost time for work, then went to work.

Still standing in the front hall, the flow of customers today increased considerably, but most people were in a rush.

Wang Zijia loafed around until the end of work, and after coming home and having dinner, practiced various skills at home for half the day.

Over the many days, most of his skills had been tested.

When practicing, the skill with the fastest value increase, surprisingly was not a spell, but was the Tai Chi Fist from his previous life!!!

It seemed that because it was a technique from another world, purely by comparison, the value increased faster than that from practicing a spell!

Well, at least among the skills he tested.

For example, the hand-to-hand combat techniques of One Hundred and Eight Styles, he hadn’t had the opportunity to test yet.

Therefore, he spent his free time practicing boxing. Although he suddenly gained hundreds of values, the income from the daily practice was also a significant accumulation!

He continued to practice until it was about eight or nine o’clock at night, the sky gradually darkened and the street lights were just lit. Wang Zijia felt that the time was almost right and slowly wrapped it up.

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He dressed in black, took out his prepared bamboo hat, picked out 32 talisman cards from the secret room, and quietly slipped out, heading toward the periphery of the city.

He arrived at an area near the city wall. This place was mostly made up of low tile-roofed houses, which were home to a significant part of the ordinary population. It was regarded as the slum of the Fairy City.

This slum is relative since at least they use gold and silver in their daily life, rarely copper coins.

If they really sold their houses and left this place to mingle in the secular world, they would become a minor rich man in minutes!

The phrase “Infinite people in the cultivation city” probably carries this meaning!

Wang Zijia traversed several streets, turned into an unremarkable wine shop, came to the back door, and put on a black bamboo hat.

“Knock-knock·knock-knock··”

He started knocking according to a unique rhythm.

“No wine for sale today!” After a moment, an old voice sounded from inside the courtyard.

“How will we pass this long night then?” Wang Zijia responded.

Immediately afterward, the surroundings fell into a brief silence.

“Squeak!”

The back door opened, and the person who opened the door was an old man who looked like he was in his seventies or eighties, almost entirely in his grave.

The other party glanced at Wang Zijia, said nothing, turned around and walked away. Seeing this, Wang Zijia silently followed.

The two went through the backyard, entered the house from the side room, and continued to traverse.

It seemed that they had directly moved from the house to another courtyard. After moving through several houses, an entrance to a basement suddenly appeared in front of them, and the old man stepped into it. Wang Zijia followed closely behind.