I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

"They are too young in Shengshi. Even if they are sent back to Kyoto, without the power to protect them, their growth will be very bumpy. I think you don't want to see it."

"I don't, Ling'er is so young, Ling'er can't take care of anyone, Ling'er wants a father!" The little milk turtle said with a crying voice: "Father is not allowed to abandon Ling'er like mother."

Listening to his words, Wang Zijia felt a little disturbed in his heart.

He stretched out his fingers and plucked it out of his clothes.

At this moment, the little turtle looked at Wang Zijia with tears in his eyes.

Wang Zijia showed her iconic clean and clear smile, which was so unforgettable.

"Let's make an agreement. Ling'er, you will help me guard this big family for eight thousand years. How about I come to find you as promised? How about your premature acceptance of inheritance that affects your cultivation. How about my father help you solve it in the future?"

"Really!" Little Milk Turtle's eyes lit up and he said in surprise.

"There is a method of reincarnation in this world!" Wang Zijia did not answer whether it was true or false, but just replied.

"Then it's settled, Ling'er has helped his father watch these people for eight thousand years, and his father must come back to look for Ling'er!" the little milk turtle said seriously.

"Well, it's settled!" Wang Zijia nodded.

"Don't lie!" Little Milk Turtle looked at Wang Zijia seriously.

Wang Zijia put the little turtle back again and said, "Has father ever lied to you?"

The little milk turtle stopped talking and curled up on Wang Zijia's chest, greedily enjoying this ray of warmth.

Behind him, at some point, Li Shengshi also came out, looked at Wang Zijia with complicated eyes, and said, "Brother Ninth, I can take care of myself. I don't need Xiao Ling'er to ruin his future for me."

Wang Zijia shook his head and said: "This is not just for you. You will eventually return to Kyoto. When the time comes, Ling'er will not have enough strength. Can you stay? What is that place in Kyoto like? Do you still want me to tell you? "?"

Hearing this, Li Shengshi was silent for a while, and then said: "It's good to have a long life!"

"Oh, no matter how good you are, you won't grow up without me. The legacy of a divine king, no matter how strong his posthumous reputation, can't last for a few years. The tea will always get cold when people leave. Only then will you want to come back. Jing, I can’t go back!” Wang Zijia said in a very straightforward tone.

"It's Xiao Qi who is so useless!" Li Shengshi said discouragedly.

"Then practice hard and strive to be enfeoffed here and become a carefree local emperor!" Wang Zijia replied as if he was joking.

Li Shengshi didn't reply, and the three of them fell into silence.

An ordinary night, an ordinary city, in a small courtyard that is not considered luxurious.

In the dark night, under the moonlight, the two of them stood quietly, but they seemed to have made a bond and promise for life!

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For several days, Wang Zijia rarely went out to quell the chaos.

Now the major cities in Changbao have basically been dealt with, leaving some surrounding villages and towns.

In such places, once the time ghost appears, the damned are almost dead, and there are few survivors, so it is not urgent.

Wang Zijia took the Big Five around the city and tried his best to give them a happy childhood.

It is foreseeable that they will experience a not-so-good time in the future. Now I try my best to leave them some good things to avoid all kinds of psychological problems in the future.

During this process, Wang Zijia continued to adapt to the changes in his cultivation and the newly acquired spells, especially the space spiritual forging method.

I made a lot of small things by hand.

At the same time, Wang Zijia sold almost everything belonging to Li Shengshi and asked Ma Su to prepare some materials for him.

More than half a month passed leisurely, and when Wang Zijia was almost familiar with everything, the materials Ma Su prepared for him also arrived.

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When Wang Zijia was busy doing disaster relief.

Changbao Border, Black Pool Valley, there is a border cultivation city embedded in the valley.

Due to special geographical reasons, spiritual practice here is extremely developed.

Of course, this place is also plagued by ghosts.

However, as Changbao is now a well-known border city, it was Wang Zijia who first came to rescue.

Less than half a year has passed since the disaster relief, and prosperity has returned to this place.

In Black Pool Valley City, there are three major real-world cultivation families that control all parties.

Because of Wang Zijia's timely rescue and proper response, none of the three families suffered any fundamental damage.

On the contrary, because many small families were wiped out in the disaster, the power has expanded rapidly in the past six months, and the cultivation of the next generation has begun to work hard.

Among the three, the Ming family occupies the best east section of the city.

At this moment, a good show is taking place on the street corner of the Ming family area.

I saw several half-grown men with gorgeous clothes and looming auras, beating up a handsome young man who was also half-grown.

Both parties have very low levels of cultivation. They have just started practicing and have practiced Taoism for less than a year. They may not be able to perform as well as a warrior.

At this moment, four teenagers were punching and kicking a teenager.

"What kind of bitch dares to compete with us for fame?"

"No, the son of a prostitute, trying to become a descendant of my Ming family? What a joke!"

"My uncle is too old and confused. Can this pickling thing also give him an opportunity to practice?"

"Let's see if you still dare to steal the limelight from me!"

"······"

Several young men in gorgeous clothes were beating each other while talking, and their attacks were completely insignificant.

The young man curled up and protected his whole body.

Even so, within a moment, his whole body was covered in blood.

It wasn't until they were about to beat the man to death that they cursed and left. It's not because of conscience, it's probably because he's afraid of being punished by the clan if he kills someone.

The boy lay there, his breath gradually becoming weaker.

Until the sky gradually darkened and the afterglow of the sun completely disappeared, the boy seemed to be about to die.

However, the next moment, a silver light emerged from the bottom of his eyes, and his pupils suddenly turned silver-white.

He suddenly sat up from the ground and observed the surroundings with an indifferent face.

Obviously, the person is still the same person, but he gives people a completely different feeling.

"Interesting, finally reincarnated as a human again? It's really rare!"

"But why is this reincarnation taking place in this world, and is it like taking over another body to replace the fate and time and space? Is it the reason why the golden cicada was trembling during the previous reincarnation?"

"How could there be other existences in the long river of time? Didn't all the ancient great powers perish?"

"Forget it, let's make pills to restore our cultivation first, and then do some investigation! It's just right that the resentment mixed with the blood of the direct relatives should be able to produce a furnace of good pills."

"At least this life doesn't have to start from the beginning of snakes, insects, rats and ants, fighting and trembling! In this life, I must achieve the fruit position and become a terrestrial immortal!"

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That day, in the practice room of the underground palace.

Wang Zijia, who had been preparing for a long time, took out the various materials he had prepared, and finally carefully touched the broken little gourd.

Even if it is an immature treasure, this thing is quite precious.

But no matter how precious it is, it is just a material now, and it will be used after all.

Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, Wang Zijia, who had been preparing for half a month, no longer hesitated.

The mana surged, and a pile of various spiritual materials began to be infected by Wang Zijia's mana, and collapsed into spiritual light all over the sky.

However, due to the restraint of his mana, it could not spread out, rolling in the entire training room. Under the rendering of the silver-red mana, the room seemed to be surging with blood.

After a moment, all the silver-red shrank and gathered in front of Wang Zijia into a ball of silver-red strange spiritual ink, like top-grade cinnabar.

Then Wang Zijia began to pinch the magic formula, and the spiritual ink turned into silver-blood runes, which were hit by Wang Zijia into the pale yellow broken gourd in front of him.

Although it is said that any magic of the weapon refiner can theoretically be refined into a magic weapon with corresponding functions.

Even with the magic of lava fireball, Wang Zijia can now refine an artifact similar to a high-explosive grenade, and even reuse it.

But what he wants to refine this time is not simple. Even with the rare embryo as the foundation, Wang Zijia is not very sure.

Especially under the premise that the power of the Dao fruit cannot be extended, and can only be refined by real ability.

As the runes were continuously injected into the gourd, the gourd slowly turned silver-red, and the texture began to become transparent, like a peerless jade.

A strong spatial fluctuation emanated from the gourd.

Wang Zijia, who sensed this, did not show any joy, but frowned slightly.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and began to extract the silver light spots in his mind and added them as core materials.

One, ten, one hundred.

In his mind, there were less than two hundred silver light spots in total. When Wang Zijia extracted most of them, Wang Zijia finally felt some weak time and space fluctuations on the gourd.

At this moment, Wang Zijia's eyes suddenly lit up.

All the runes inside the gourd formed a somewhat illusory and incomplete rune group, which was a replica of the seed of time and space hidden magical power in Wang Zijia's mind.

The next moment, the sky-high treasure light emerged, and the silver-red light shone, as if a peerless fairy treasure was born.

Fortunately, Wang Zijia took precautions in advance and did not alarm others.

After a long time, when all the noise subsided, a palm-sized silver-red gourd appeared in Wang Zijia's hand.

The transparent material is like the best blood jade.

Artifact: Time Burial Gourd

Grade: Elementary Grade Four

Belongs to: Special Space Magical Treasure

Standard: Gourd

Status: Mechanical Intelligence

Function 1: The owner can use this gourd to seal himself and stop the passage of time. Therefore, the gourd has a fairly complete mechanical intelligence, and can freely set the awakening conditions, awakening time, etc.

Function 2: Due to the influence of special materials, ordinary people who carry this treasure for a long time may gather special spiritual roots.

Function 3: The power of magic weapon · Time Burial. It contains a special space that can be divided at will, with a total volume of one kilometer square. The items stored in this space will appear to be still in time and space, and will not be damaged for ten thousand years. Due to the incomplete power, living things cannot be sealed in it.

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"It's done!" Wang Zijia looked at the magic weapon he had worked so hard to make. Even though it was just a low-level magic weapon, its power of time burial satisfied Wang Zijia's needs.

With it, plus the time-hiding blood coffin jade talisman made by the sealing talisman technique, Wang Zijia has too much room to operate.

However······

Wang Zijia looked in his mind and saw that there were less than thirty silver light spots left, which made Wang Zijia feel distressed.

It seems that the elite route needs to be refined a little more!

While studying the magic weapon in his hand that seemed ordinary but was of great significance to Wang Zijia, he adjusted his thoughts in his mind.

The plan gradually began to mature.

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Time passed in a flash, and it was another few dozen days.

In the underground palace, in a huge hall, there were nearly two hundred teenagers, divided into three square formations and standing quietly.

In front of the three square formations, Wang Zijia brought Li Shengshi, and the dragon turtle on his shoulder was floating and looking at the nearly two hundred geniuses with top-grade spiritual roots.

They were dressed in black, just like ordinary night warriors, energetic and capable.

The youngest was eight or nine years old, and the oldest was in his twenties.

After nearly five months of teaching, almost everyone had stepped into the threshold of practice.

And all of them are based on the basic skills of the three sects.

In order to get these skills, Wang Zijia spent a lot of effort. Although these things are not worth much and are widely circulated, it is still difficult to get two hundred copies.

After several months of practice and nearly half a year of military management, these kids are completely different from when they were picked up.

In addition to their early intelligence, even the eight or nine-year-old children have an IQ that is not inferior to that of adults.

Therefore, after several months of intensive education by Wang Zijia, significant results have been achieved.

"Meet the owner of the building!" All the disciples greeted Wang Zijia in unison.

Under the underground palace, Wang Zijia named the Hidden Building of the Immortal Alliance.

Wang Zijia looked at the crowd, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "You have also experienced half a year of teaching by me, and your wisdom is almost awakened. I think you are all curious about what our Yinlou does and what I want to do by training you."

"Well... Maybe some people think they are smarter and have guessed it."

"Now the time is almost right, and you should act. I will not keep you in suspense anymore."

"From today on, you will disperse and think for yourself. You can go to Feixian, Daqian, and Wanyu in groups or alone. Take the current martial arts formation as your camp and go to one of them."

As Wang Zijia spoke, many disciples who had received Wang Zijia's modern education showed an expression of "as expected".

After all, in the past six months, they have learned too much knowledge about Lao Liu's lurking and hiding.

But then, Wang Zijia's words suddenly changed.

"But I'm not asking you to be a spy or an undercover agent. My Hidden Tower is a member of the Immortal Alliance, not a demon sect."

"Your mission is very simple, enter the three major forces and join them. Try your best to become an elite disciple, preferably a disciple of the Dark Department."

"Then use your current organizational structure to establish the Hidden Tower branch of each sect."

"You have two tasks, while improving your own cultivation, ensure the continuation of the hidden veins of each sect. At the same time, collect spiritual objects and medicinal ingredients related to the middle three realms. You don't need to have many, the size of a mung bean is the best. The lower three realms are up to fate, and you don't force it."

"After the establishment of the three major Hidden Tower branches of Feixian, Wanyu, and Daqian, they will not command each other and will be parallel to each other. The three leaders of Dark One, Dark Two, and Dark Three will act independently."

"No matter whether the Immortal Alliance will rise again in the future, or eventually fall apart, and the world will be divided among several major forces. In principle, your three departments cannot be changed, and they are not subordinate, hostile, or connected."