My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange-Chapter 41 - Appearance

“For half a year, don’t alter any of the target’s personal information, maintain absolute silence, await entry to the sect. So as to prevent any attention during the background check.”

“Were you not taught this before starting the operation?”

“Just lay low for half a year until you join the sect. There, someone will take over. Can’t you even do something simple like that?”

“Or do you think that the chaos this time has killed too many of the sect’s elders, and you can do whatever you want?”

“Do you know how many people were sacrificed in order to urgently plant you as a mole? If an accident happens because of you, can you handle the consequences······”

As Wang Zijia pushed open the carriage door, the man who was talking and chastising Wang Zijia turned around with a face full of anger.

Before he could finish speaking, he paused: “Why have you lost so much weight? Damn it, your face even changed so much. How did you maintain yourself······Wait, who are you?”

Puzzled, Wang Zijia was going to play dumb and try to extract more information, but hearing the person’s words, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

With a wave of his hand, six long spears were summoned.

Under his Great Mastery of Earth Control, his earth-based spells had greatly evolved.

The spears transformed into lightning, two of them piercing through the man’s shoulders, two through his thighs, and the last two through his palms. In an instant, he was pinned to the alley wall.

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“Ah!”

Only then did the man snap out of his astonishment. He bit his teeth hard, releasing a low groan, trying not to make too much noise.

“Who are you?” asked the muscular man, his face twisted in pain as he looked at Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia ignored him, came down from the carriage, and began to closely examine the man.

An ordinary middle-aged face, robust physique, and slight traces of hard work gave off an extremely ordinary impression, as if he were a man engaged in physical labor.

Perhaps due to Wang Zijia’s attack, he unconsciously activated his spiritual power. His cultivation wasn’t high, a primary disciple with less than a decade of Dao cultivation.

“Speak, what’s going on?” Wang Zijia looked at him with an indifferent expression.

Clearly, this must be the power behind the infiltrator that he had been worried about, but which had not appeared until now.

“You’re not number nine, you’re Wang Zijia?” The muscular man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: “No, you absolutely cannot be Wang Zijia. We’ve been investigating you for years, there can’t be such a huge mistake!”

“It seems you don’t understand the situation?” Wang Zijia’s eyes became cold, ignoring the man’s comments.

“Hmph, no matter who you are, if you dare touch our people, our sect will not let you off!” the muscular man said, his eyes full of ferocity.

“Is that so?”

With an indifferent expression, Wang Zijia took out a jade box and quickly extracted some traces of the Evil Seed’s essence.

“You···you···” Looking at Wang Zijia’s actions, the muscular man’s face turned to terror, as if he were looking at something horrifying.

“Hmm? You recognize this thing?” Wang Zijia, holding the aura of the Evil Seed, raised an eyebrow, looking at the strong man.

The strong man was visibly terrified and no longer made a fuss, falling silent instead.

“Heh, you really don’t cry until you see the coffin.” Having said that, the mana subtly fluctuated, and with the Evil Seed as the medium, he imprinted the Spiritual Roots on the strong man.

The strong man watched the aura enter his mouth. His body trembled, face etched with fear.

When the Evil Seed led the implantation of the Spiritual Roots and began to erode the other person, Wang Zijia felt an odd resistance.

After a few moments, the Red Copper Weight, carrying Wang Zijia, arrived in the man’s Sea of Consciousness, where a Weight materialized.

After quickly searching for a moment, one by one, the Weights were summoned.

Weight: Ghost Shadow Method

Cultivation: Initial Stage of Child

Value: 834

Description: Basic Cultivation Method of the Demon Sect’s Bone Soul Dark Hall, with potent stealth characteristics.

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Weight: Hidden Miscellaneous Knowledge

Value: 67

Description: Demon’s Sect Bone Soul Dark Hall Disciple, summarized experience through decades of training, stealth, and disguise.

Bone Soul Sect?

Isn’t this the faction that sheep-headed creature belonged to?

Although he couldn’t conduct a soul search, Wang Zijia had a fair understanding of the situation based on the two Weights. Then he withdrew from the Sea of Consciousness.

“What did you do to me?” The strong man, terrified, trembled as he questioned.

“From the Dark Hall of the Bone Soul Sect?” Wang Zijia didn’t answer the man’s question, but raised an eyebrow and asked with a smirk.

“You!” The strong man was speechless, his face pale with terror.

“Tell me what’s going on now,” Wang Zijia said indifferently.

The strong man didn’t respond, not making a fuss or saying anything. A cold look came over Wang Zijia’s face, and his mind stirred.

“Ah… Don’t… I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”

The strong man trembled all over. Even though he didn’t know what Wang Zijia had done to him, he clearly felt an internal surge of mana, as if he would explode at any moment.

What was more terrifying was the clear sense that if the other side made a move, he would become a cripple, his cultivation rendered completely useless, turning him into an ordinary person. This was more terrifying than physical torment.

And his entire being seemed to be at the mercy of the other side.

“Let’s start with the details of my identity’s infiltrated status.” Wang Zijia said indifferently.

“Several years ago, we chose your family, then we started making shape-fixing gel, identified and trained number nine. It was originally used for daily deep-dive projects.”

“But because they urgently needed a batch of low-level disciples to join the Wanyu Sect for some work, half a year ago, your father accidentally got an Entry Token. Then he conveniently died a sudden death, ailment paving the way for your integration.”

With just those two sentences, the causes and consequences of the original host family’s entire predicament became clear to Wang Zijia.

“Who else knows the details about me?” Wang Zijia asked with a frown, his expression serious.

“No one else. They’re all dead. This line on your side wasn’t supposed to be activated for several more years. It was urgently activated because of the needs within the Wanyu Sect.”

“But as soon as the line was laid and the names submitted, before any specific operations could be carried out, the Goat-Headed Hall Master accidentally discovered the Immortal Spiritual Roots and started a row with Wanyu… Argh!”

In the middle of speaking, the strong man suddenly contorted as if he had triggered something. His flesh squirmed as though something was about to burst out from within him.