Chapter 1 Balanced Scale

In a daze, Wang Zijia opened his eyes.

Before him was a dimly lit room of several square meters and two meters high, making it look extremely narrow and cramped.

From what it looked like, it seemed to be a secret room or a hidden compartment.

At the moment, he was lying on the ground in an odd position. There was a brown pool of blood on the ground before his eyes, which had already dried up and turned somewhat black, making it look somewhat creepy.

Wang Zijia subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth and felt a dry blood clot.

From what it looked like, he seemed to have been sitting in the room, suddenly started vomiting blood, and then died after falling sideways to the ground.

Feeling bewildered, he sat up and looked around the room. It was not only small, but also empty, except for a small box in front of him that was open, and the empty bottle he clutched in his hand.

No other items were there, not even a table or a chair. He was sitting on a round mat.

Where was this place?

"Huh... Wasn't I wandering around the night market?"

Right, night market, fire.

As his thoughts returned, the last image frozen in his mind was of him getting crushed by something that had fallen from a building on fire next to the chaotic night market, crowded with people.

Seemed like it was a hapless poor devil jumping off the building with a pile of treasures in his arms?

Eh... That means he became the one to take the fall, wasn't he even more unlucky then?

So what was the current situation, a small dark room in the underworld?

As his thoughts were racing, just when he thought of these, before he could do anything, a sharp pain surged straight into his mind.

"Hiss..."

An explosive headache struck him like a tsunami. Along with it came decades of memories, a pile of random information, all gushing into his mind at once.

This left Wang Zijia, who was already a bit confused, completely stunned in place, instinctively gasping for cool air.

Wang Zijia, sixteen years old, a person on the outskirts of Wanyu Immortal Sect, resident of Wanyu Immortal City.

His father was originally a disciple doing miscellaneous duties in the Wanyu Immortal Sect. Because he was too old, he wasn't accepted into the Outer Sect, and was sent to Wanyu Immortal City to work in the sect's store doing odd jobs.

After years of hard work, he was able to buy a small courtyard in the city and had a son named Wang Zijia, meaning "Hope for Zijia's brilliant future".

He died suddenly a few months ago, and his son took over his job.

...

After a while, Wang Zijia finally managed to sort out the information and had a general understanding of his current situation.

Yes, he had crossed over!

And he had crossed over into a world of immortals!

According to the memories, the original owner's life was still decent. Although he wasn't an Immortal Second Generation, at least he had a house and a car, his parents had both died, and he had inherited a steady job—a standard template for laying back.

But... Wang Zijia looked at the empty bottle in his hand and touched the dried blood on the corner of his mouth...

According to his memory, the original owner had suddenly died of vomiting blood in this quiet room.

Add to that the fact that his father seemed to have died suddenly and strangely, although there were no enemies in his memory, from the perspective of the person who had crossed over, it was clear that the father and son had been targeted by someone.

As for the reason... who knows, after all, in the original owner's memory, he didn't even know how he died.

Before he died, he was cultivating a method when suddenly he felt severe pain all over his body. In the dramatic changes of his facial expression, he swallowed the only spirit pill left by his father. Unfortunately, it didn't help much, and he eventually died from spitting out blood.

After he roughly sorted out the information, Wang Zijia frowned slightly and looked at the small box in front of him.

The box was only the size of a laptop and about ten centimeters high. Inside it, apart from a few books, there were also several jade pellets the size of copper coins, which seemed to be money.

Because the box was open, it was also sprayed with a little blood by the original owner before he died. But it was only stained on the box, and there was none on the books and the jade coins.

Wang Zijia first looked at the jade coins.

According to his memory, this was called magic money, it contained spiritual power and was the currency used by cultivators. These coins were the savings of his and his father's wages over the past few months.

They had one coin each month, without any surplus.

Curiously, he picked up a jade coin. Its texture was as smooth as jade, clear, and with a moving glow inside, which looked more valuable than superior fat mutton tallow jade.

This jade of such a good quality was made into copper coins. If this were his previous life, it would have been scolded by many people as a waste of heaven's gifts.

After looking at the jade coins for a while, Wang Zijia put them down, picked up the books in the box.

There weren't many, just four thin booklets, each about the size of two palms, with an ancient style.

"Wanyu Basic Cultivation Method", "Talisman Master Introduction: Talisman Paper, Talisman Card Production Technique".

"Hidden Shadow Skill", "Wandering Dragon Dagger Thirteen Cuts"

According to his memory, the first two were his father's relics—one was a cultivation method for ascetic immortals and the other was a spell. They were the most precious things in this house.

The latter two were martial arts skills and techniques.

Becoming aware that the original owner had no qualifications for cultivation, his father purposely obtained these advanced martial arts to ensure that after his death, the original owner could stand his ground in the city and not be bullied.

Unfortunately, the original owner hadn't been able to accomplish anything, and his father suddenly died, leaving no time to prepare.

With a touch of curiosity, Wang Zijia, first picked up "Wanyu Basic Cultivation Method", the so-called cultivation method, and opened it.

As Wang Zijia opened it, a faint, weak spiritual light flashed from the words in the book. The book wasn't thick, containing only over a thousand words. Wang Zijia barely took a moment to peruse it.

Something magical happened. When he finished reading the whole piece, the related memories in his mind quickly disappeared. In just a moment, all trace of it was gone.

Apart from the name of the cultivation method, he couldn't remember anything.

This wasn't an exception. The original owner experienced the same. According to his memory, this was the most direct manifestation of not having any cultivation qualifications.

In this world, those without spiritual roots had difficulties transcending the mortal realm!

Unconvinced, Wang Zijia flipped through "Talisman Master Introduction: Talisman Paper, Talisman Card Production Technique" twice more, but the same thing happened. Everything read became a forgotten blur, not a glimpse of memory was held.

With a creased brow, he opened up the remaining martial arts techniques and skills. These posed no problem. The martial technique was a stealth one, and the skill fell under the dagger class - together they would combine into something akin to an assassin style.

The life-preserving effect was quite good, evidencing the forethought of his predecessor's father.

As per his memories, his predecessor had practiced for several years. The progress was average, at least from a cultivating clan's perspective. He had managed to overcome the primary stages of body tempering and organ refining, just embarking on the postnatal entry level.

Innate realm was still a long way to go.

"Hah, so as a transmigrator, I don't have even a hint of spiritual roots?"

"What kind of lousy start is this?"

After learning the basic situation, Wang Zijia's brow tightened.

"By the way, where is my golden finger? As a transmigrator, I can't not have a golden finger, right?"

As soon as this thought popped up, Wang Zijia felt a burst of golden light in his mind and once again plunged into chaos.

When he came to himself, he had already arrived in an odd space. Around him was a gray fog, and a golden object hung in the air like a sun in the sky.

Without reason, he knew this was his Sea of ​​Consciousness.

The golden item shone brightly, and then slowly faded. A few moments later, the light dissipated, revealing its true form.

It was a golden balance scale.

The balance was the size of a palm, the whole body was crimson gold, giving people a sense of mystery and nobility.

"Is this one of the things that killed me?"

Looking at the balance scale, Wang Zijia felt both strange and familiar. In his consciousness, the image of his death surfaced, finally freeze-framing at the edge of a bundle where the golden light was flickering.

Hah, so I transmigrated by getting hit by this golden finger?

Before Wang Zijia could think further, as his attention focused on the golden balance scale, it vibrated slightly, surfacing some peculiar information.

Though it was abstruse, it was not incomprehensible - it seemed as if he was born to understand these messages.

After translation, the direct point was something like this...

Dao Fruit: Equivalent Balance

Effect: Equivalent Exchange

Function: Everything digested in the body can be equivalently exchanged, whether tangible or intangible.

For instance: Fat can be converted into muscles, blood can be turned into hair, cooking skills can be exchanged for craftsmanship, etc.

Note: The conversion is equivalent, not equal in quantity. For instance, one kilogram of fat won't be exchanged for one kilogram of muscle, but will be converted into muscle of the same value.

Limitation one: No reverse conversions. For instance, one kilogram of fat, once converted into one hundred grams of muscle, can't be converted back. But compound conversions are allowed, that is, this 100 grams of muscle, when combined with one gram of original muscle, can be converted back into an equivalent fat mass.

Limitation two: Tangible and intangible can't be converted into each other. For instance, body-related matter can only be converted into body-related matter, same with experience skills.

Limitation three: Conversion can only occur on the existing base. There can't be something made out of nothing. For instance, if there's no muscle in the body, fat can't be used to produce more muscle. If you wish to make a conversion, you need at least one gram of initial muscle.

Special mention: Cultivation realm belongs to the experience class, cultivation level belongs to the physical class.

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Er, equivalent exchange?

Dao Fruit?

Although there are many restrictions, it seems so powerful!

How do I use it then?

The moment this thought arose, Wang Zijia was stunned once again.

Just as this idea came to him, the balance scale flickered slightly, causing uncontrollable tremors in his chaotic Sea of ​​Consciousness. One by one, illusory weights suddenly emerged and began to rotate around the balance scale.

The weights varied in size, and were all illusory, divided into two categories.

One was silver-white, the other black iron.

The number of weights in both categories was plentiful, but most of them were tiny, appearing like illusory light spots. Only a handful of weights were finger-sized.

If it weren't for those bigger weights, Wang Zijia would have just seen them as light spots and never thought they might be weights.

With a wave of his hand, the largest weight from the black iron category flew over.

Weight: Cursed Mixed Poison

Status: Suppressed

Value: 6

Description: An odd mixed poison. Proper usage can barely poison cultivators. It's a gem amongst mortal things.

Er... mixed poison?

So did the previous life die from poisoning?

Hah...

Wait, it's still in a poisoned state?

So, does the black iron weight represent the physical body class? Then the silver-white must be the memory class?

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