My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange-Chapter 72 - Curse

Value: 476

Introduction: Almost ten years of Dao cultivation was used to concoct this curse aimed at messing with people. Who do they want to control? They think they can daze you with this level of power?

Kid, they’re greatly underestimating you. Go drink some chrysanthemum tea, store some urine and splash it in their face to rouse them! It’s necessary for them to understand how dangerous the world is!

He raised his hand to exchange the weight for value. As the curse weight turned into a light spot and vanished in the blink of an eye, Wang Zijia heaved a sigh of relief and left his Sea of Consciousness.

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“Cough, cough… Truly befitting of an Outer Sect Genius. Even though you are just an intermediate level child, you killed my two ghosts, and almost put me out of commission here.” The old man, who was launched into the air by the explosion once again, staggered to his feet. He walked over to Wang Zijia and muttered as he watched the unconscious man lying on the ground.

The old man was not as lucky this time. After being blown away, he was seriously injured.

His right hand had been severed and part of the bone on his right cheek was visible. Many parts of his body were charred, and traces of sizzling firelight could still be discerned on some of his wounds. The smell of burnt flesh wafted around him, indicating that he had barely been able to survive the two fireballs to his face.

“Tsk tsk, a ‘Rock Armor’ talisman of the Dao Law Academy Direct Inheritance. Judging from its quality, it must be a top-notch talisman. Your identity can’t be that simple. It seems I can’t stay in this clan anymore!” The old man muttered as he stepped forward and glanced at the unconscious Wang Zijia, who was rendered unconscious by the curse.

He moved closer and was about to lift the unconscious Wang Zijia off the ground.

“Pfffft… Pfffft…”

The moment he bent down to grab Wang Zijia, the ground erupted with several spear tips, which then shot out.

The old man seemed very confident in his abilities, but the spears impaled him effortlessly. The spears propelled him through the air and pinned him to the ruins nearby.

The already gravely wounded old man could no longer put up a fight this time. He was impaled through the skull, chest, hands, and feet by six spears. After a slight twitch, he stopped moving entirely.

Only then did Wang Zijia open his eyes, flipped over with a springing movement, and got up from the ground. Clothed in his unique “Rock Armor,” he stood near the old man and, ensured that he was completely lifeless before he heaved a sigh of relief.

Next, Wang Zijia looked around, his brows furrowed.

He felt a bit baffled about what had transpired that night, as he was still uncertain about the reason behind it.

With a wave of his hand, activating Clay Control, two big clay-colored hands emerged from the ground and carefully frisked the old man’s body.

“It seems he is poor, he doesn’t even have a storage bag. Very disappointing!”

Shaking his head, Wang Zijia moved to the side, near the bodies of the two mutated ghost-infants.

What surprised Wang Zijia, was that the pollution within the bodies of the mutated ghost-infants was still squirming, and didn’t become dormant even after their death.

Originally, one ghost baby had been blasted into chunks by Wang Zijia and scattered around. The other was pinned to the ground by Wang Zijia, its head punctured by quicksand.

However, during this brief delay, the flesh and blood of the ghost baby that had been blasted apart actually crawled onto the body of the one pinned to the ground, wrapping it in a lump of bloody flesh.

The lump of flesh writhed as if pulsating in a regular rhythm, like it was trying to fuse back together and come back to life. It was very strange.

Wang Zijia’s brows slightly furrowed. Between fluctuations of mana, he delicately probed a piece of the lump of flesh.

After a long while, Wang Zijia was able to extremely arduously lure out a wisp of pollution from this fragment.

Weights: Ghost Infant Evil Element

Status: Polluted

Value: 21

Description: As an artificially raised demon, due to continuous sinning, it has already exhibited a minor detrimental mutation. Although it is a mere meat chicken, if you could gather five of its kind, who knows, you might summon a ‘Divine Dragon’ as a surprise! Have you ever played a card collecting game?

Young man, there are five of these cards, don’t waste them. After all, you even eat that Evil Seed thing and feed it to that young lady. Do you know what that is? It’s disgusting!

Wang Zijia: “······”

Wang Zijia exchanged the weights for a Tai Chi Fist and then exited his Sea of Consciousness.

Looking at the continuously writhing pile of flesh in front of him, he put it away with a turn of his hand. As for the body of the old man, Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment but left it lying there without doing anything about it.

When he stepped out of the ruins and opened the protective array of the Ancestral Hall, he found that the old man, Huang Shouli, who had been delivering meals to him a few days ago and who was the current clan elder of the Huang Family, had at some point already knelt outside the hall.

Seeing that it was Wang Zijia who came out, his whole body trembled for a moment. Immediately after, his body, which was already prostrate on the ground, was pressed even lower.

Wang Zijia gave him a cold glance and didn’t immediately ask anything. Instead, he turned around and headed towards the center of the valley up ahead.

At this moment, there was a blaze in the valley, and cries erupted from the compound at the center.

When Wang Zijia rushed into the compound, he found that several courtyards in the center of the compound had turned into ruins. However, the remains were somewhat peculiar as they were turned inside out like a flower. In the center of the ruins, there were two holes in the ground.

It appeared as if two creatures suddenly rushed out from underground. The force of their emergence was so strong that it bludgeoned two inverted holes on the ground. The residual waves of the blast caused the surrounding buildings to collapse.

Through the holes, one could vaguely see a large space underground, resembling an underground palace.

At this moment, in the entire compound, there were four individuals, their faces blackish-green, looking like mad demons acting crazily and killing widely, giving rise to the resounding cries.

“It’s the Immortal Elder, the Immortal Elder has arrived!”

“Immortal Elder, save us, Uncle II has gone mad, he kills whoever he sees, Little Seven was torn to pieces by him!”

“······”

Wang Zijia frowned and lifted his hand to kill a few people. He detained their corpses to inspect them. Oh, aren’t these the ones in the backyard of the Ancestral Hall?

It seemed his guess was correct. The old man and the ghost babies were the source of the incident. The three that the Law Enforcement Team had killed previously were probably in the same group as the two he had destroyed.

After dealing with the crazed ones who had been polluted, he instructed the remaining people to wait at the valley entrance. Zijia then, with a furrowed brow, approached the center of the courtyard, peered into the holes, and looked below.

From the collapsed area, it seemed there was a huge altar underground?

From the traces, it seemed that the two ghost babies had suddenly burst out from underground and crashed through the courtyard, heading directly his way.