My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange-Chapter 56 - Start Layout Additional Update

One probably didn’t understand what was going on as Xiang Feifei was only fifteen years old, regardless of how sensible she was when being taught.

The other, well… probably didn’t believe in being passionate and undying love!

This type of relationship was also not bad, better than being passionate for three-five years, then breaking up, and repeating this cycle again.

Let alone, he had switched worlds and felt lonelier inside and would not let anyone get close to him anymore!

…

“Young Master, I have gathered quite a lot of information based on what you asked,” Bai Qian whispered when they came back to the courtyard after dinner.

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Wang Zijia raised an eyebrow and said, “That was quick, you didn’t make it too obvious, did you?”

“No, after receiving your instructions, I mingled with the workers while you were at work. They often discussed the well-known advanced pupils in the Sect, so obtaining initial information wasn’t hard,” Bai Qian obediently replied.

“Hmm, good job!” Wang Zijia praised and received the information from Bai Qian’s hand.

Name: Yun Liangping

Gender: Male

Stage: Advanced Pupil

Cultivation: Hundred-year Cultivation

Age: Sixty-nine years old

Identity: Worker Manager of the Paper Folding Tower in Qifu Faction.

Background: From a humble family, he entered the Sect fifty years ago through the Grand Selection. He has a Medium Grade Spiritual Root and fair talent; he became an Advanced Pupil twenty years ago and since then, he started moving around, working diligently for the Sect, and making connections everywhere.

He probably thinks he has no hopes of advancing to the Sacrificer tier, and without ambitions to attach himself to another clan, he intends to establish his own small clan.

…

Name: Dong Caixuan

Gender: Female

Stage: Advanced Pupil

Cultivation: Hundred-year Cultivation

Age: Seventy-eight years old

Identity: Worker Manager of the Elixir department in Qifu Faction.

Background: From a humble family, she entered the Sect seventy years ago through the Grand Selection. She has a Medium Grade Spiritual Root and fair talent. After her entrance, she managed to become a First-Grade Alchemist after struggling for over forty years. She is now quite wealthy.

However, due to her pride and lack of talent in Alchemy, she is stuck at the Advanced Pupil level, without progress for over twenty years.

…

Gender: Male

Realm: Advanced Pupil…

These were the details he asked Bai Qian to find out, the Outer Sect Disciples stuck at the peak of the Child Stage. Given the Balanced Scale, his cultivation was bound to be unable to update over a large span of time in the future.

Moreover, as time went by, this situation wouldn’t gradually improve. Rather, it would continue to expand until he was fearless in the Sect.

Moreover, given his demon seeded spiritual root, he planned to attempt to establish his own foundation, build resource channels, and plan ahead.

This information was prepared for his first try.

Wang Zijia frowned as he looked through the information. Although the people Bai Qian had found did indeed meet the criteria he had set, he wasn’t very satisfied.

Although these people were all peak pupils with hundred years of cultivation, even with Wang Zijia’s assistance, most of them had little hope of breaking through to the Sacrificial Wine realm. This was because there were few who had perfectly cultivated their mana and nurtured their runes.

For his first attempt, he still wanted to find a representative case.

With a frown, he quickly ruled out one target after another.

As the hefty stack of information in his hand dwindled by two-thirds, Wang Zijia suddenly paused.

Name: Gui Kang

Sex: Male

Realm: Advanced Pupil

Cultivation: Hundred-year Cultivation

Age: Fourty-eight years old

Identity: Qifu Faction, Rune Sword Master of the Talisman Sword Hall.

Background: A humble origin, forty years ago he joined the sect through the Grand Selection, a top-grade spiritual root, due to his spiritual root being precocious, he shone brightly in the Beginner Selection that year, holding a not so small reputation, and had been a seed player in the Qifu Faction, who was likely to advance into the Sacrificial Wine realm.

But the world is unpredictable and human fortunes can change overnight. Twenty years ago, after becoming a peak Child Stage disciple, he was injured during an outing task and encountered a demon. Though he was able to kill the demon after a hard battle, he was severely injured and his mind was heavily polluted by the demon, ruining his foundation, and his cultivation stopped from then on.

There were a few times when he almost turned into a Mad Demon, and the Law Hall checked on him several times. Although he barely passed each time, as his age increased, if he could not clear the pollution, the Demon Suppressing Tower would be his final destination.

Looking at this information, Wang Zijia was pleased. This kind of target was streets ahead of the previous wastrels. It was perfect to be the first test target, to see if his ideas were feasible.

After all, although he had conducted a lot of research before, it was all done on Bai Qian alone, lacking practical experience.

Putting the information aside, Wang Zijia continued to look through the rest.

A moment later, after he finished reviewing all the information, he didn’t find a candidate he was more satisfied with than Gui Kang. Wang Zijia collects all the information with a flip of his hand.

Looking outside, it was just evening.

Hesitating a bit, Wang Zijia finally decided to get up, leave the courtyard, and head towards the location noted in Gui Kang’s information.

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Qifu Faction, Talisman Sword Hall, the periphery of the resettlement area for the disciples.

A lonely little courtyard was located here, surrounded by emptiness, at a minimum distance of more than two hundred meters from the closets courtyard.

At this moment, the sun was setting and only a glimmer of light was left. The sunset, like blood, dyed half of the sky red.

Under the sunset’s glow, the lonely courtyard cast a long shadow. Combined with the somewhat deserted and unkempt surroundings, it seemed somewhat gloomy and desolate.

In the courtyard, what should have been an elegantly arranged garden was overgrown with weeds, evidencing that there were no servants to tend to the courtyard.

Most of the houses in the courtyard were somewhat dilapidated, however, they thankfully still showed signs of occupancy and hadn’t been completely deserted.

In the main house of the courtyard, inside the Cultivation Room.

At this moment, a middle-aged man was meditating on a Meditation Cushion.

He looked to be in his thirties, was somewhat unkempt, with a face full of beard and untidy hair.

He sat upright, with his back stiff and both hands clenched into fists. His complexion was pale, displaying signs of illness, yet, deep within his dark eyes, an unknown madness rolled like a storm, continually suppressed restlessness.

As his eyes shone, it seemed as if he was brewing a storm.

The powerful air around him fluctuated continuously with the flashes of spiritual light in his eyes, holding an uncertainty of destruction.