My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange-Chapter 38 - Ordinary Little People

From the time Bai Qian had fully recovered and started cooking for herself, Wang Dan knew this day would come.

Upon hearing Wang Zijia’s words, a faint sadness flashed in her eyes, but she didn’t protest much. After all, she had seen what Bai Qian was like at the start, she knew that Bai Qian was a hard-luck girl who needed the job more than she did.

Moreover, she wouldn’t have been able to change anything even if she did protest.

“Understood, sir!” Wang Dan replied.

Wang Zijia nodded, reached out and pulled out a gold ingot, a full twenty taels, saying, “Consider this as compensation for the care you have given me all these years!”

Wang Dan accepted the gold without hesitation and said, “Thank you, sir. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving.”

Wang Zijia nodded, and Wang Dan turned and left. Bai Qian, who was standing nearby, remained silent, with nothing to say.

The two of them entered the room in silence and finished their meal without a word.

After cleaning up, Wang Zijia said, “I have something to take care of tonight. You keep an eye on the house and don’t wander around. If someone breaks in, scream and call the law enforcement team.”

“Okay, I understand!” Bai Qian obediently responded.

“How is your cultivation method practice going?” asked Wang Zijia.

For the past half month, Bai Qian had been practicing Tai Chi Fist and cultivating her incomplete cultivation method.

As the first part of the method was complete and could be used to get started, Wang Zijia had also been teaching her.

“I can feel some qi!” Bai Qian replied.

Wang Zijia nodded, “After I get through this busy period, I’ll start preparing for your cultivation.”

“Okay!” Bai Qian answered.

They then went into the study room, where Wang Zijia started making talismans and Bai Qian served him while observing carefully. They’d been working together in this way for the past half month and had developed a good understanding.

It wasn’t until midnight that Wang Zijia finished up, changed into his night clothes and quietly left the house.

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Wang Zijia did not wander around the city as usual, but infiltrated the city stealthily in a departure from his normal behavior. Once he determined his direction, he quickly headed off into the distance.

After a long sprint, he came to a halt in front of a small green mountain on the outskirts of the city.

The top of the mountain was low, somewhat desolate, and shady.

“Caw caw······”

The caw of crows sounded, making the already gloomy atmosphere feel even more like the underworld.

The entire foot of the mountain was guarded by soldiers were on duty day and night.

Wang Zijia took a deep breath, and as his mana subtly oscillated, it covered his entire body like quicksand. Gradually, he became like a chameleon, completely blending into the night and disappearing completely.

After becoming stealthy, Wang Zijia stealthily moved towards the mountain.

There were many patrols along the way. Fortunately, half a month had passed since the demons had wreaked havoc, so most of those left behind were ordinary city guards. Most of the disciples in the law enforcement team and sect had already left this place.

After passing through a total of five patrol checkpoints and nearing the top of the mountain, Wang Zijia stopped.

After observing for a while, he stopped in a hidden place.

‘Spell: Clay Transformation Hide!’

As his mana subtly pulsed, a tiny figure hopped out of him and landed next to him while the stealthy Wang Zijia emerged from mid-air.

‘Spell: Clay Control!’

At the same time, the ground writhed subtly. A pit formed and Wang Zijia didn’t hesitate to lie down in it.

The surrounding mud writhed again, burying Wang Zijia completely, making him seem like a grave.

At this point, the stunned miniature clay figure moved, its eyes gleaming with spiritual light, showing that it had gained sentience.

The figure, the size of a palm, slightly moved its body to adjust itself, then without any hesitation, kept moving towards the top of the mountain.

Turning the corner and moving forward a few dozen meters, a dilapidated house appeared before it.

[Righteous Villa]

A skewed plaque hung on the broken beam of the house, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

Looking at the house, the movement of the clay figure controlled by Wang Zijia paused for a moment. It didn’t attempt to go inside the house, but instead circled around it from a distance to the back of the courtyard.

The back of the courtyard was a cemetery. There were no tombstones, only mounds. The dense weeds were withered and desolate.

At first glance, it was only slightly better than the chaotic burial mound because at least the bodies were buried completely!

Passing through a group of graves, the clay figure came to the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain was full of bone-chilling cold. There were quite a few corpses on the ground, either incomplete or completely frozen. Under the corpses were flickering runes, obviously an array.

With the stimulation of the cold, strands of dark red energy of evil seeds continuously seeped out from the corpses and gradually dissipated under the erosion of the cold.

Yes!

This was the place where the contaminated corpses were being dealt with this time.

Wang Zijia had already been here several times. Ever since he learned about this place, he had come to gather information several times in the past half a month. But for caution’s sake, he didn’t dare to make a move recklessly.

It wasn’t until yesterday, when he got the precise information from Wentian Pavilion that disciples of the Law Hall and some hangers-on who were left behind for good measure had all returned to the sect, that he decided to take action tonight.

After cautious inspection at the edge of the array for a moment and finding nothing wrong, the palm-sized clay figure completely concealed its presence, turned into ordinary clay and stealthily entered the cold area.

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A wave of cold hit, felt slightly stiff and frozen, and there was no other special reaction.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia’s heart, which had been in his throat, finally relaxed.

This was to be expected. After all, the demonic creature that was the original source of trouble was not only taken care of but these bodies had also been dealt with for almost a month and were already at the tail end. Normal people wouldn’t steal corpses.

But Wang Zijia was not here to steal corpses, he was here to help with the purification process because he was getting impatient seeing the sect not able to complete the purification.

Yes, he was just that selfless!