Chapter 28: Visitors
"Yeah, I don't know where all these dogs came from. It's like all the city dogs have migrated over here!" Wang Zijia Dan remarked as she entered the kitchen and started working.
Wang Zijia furrowed his brow slightly. As his cultivation advanced, he had more and more secrets, making it unsuitable to have such a maid around.
If he were to hire someone to serve him, they would need to be sufficiently loyal. However, before dismissing her, he needed to investigate her.
Ah!
The Demon Seed Talent!
In his thoughts, Wang Zijia's mind flashed, and a small point of light condensed with Qi.
"Wang Dan!"
"Yes, young master?" Wang Dan appeared at the door in response.
As she answered, a tiny speck of dust flew from her mouth, quickly entering her body and emitting a spiritual light as it began to erode.
Due to his current cultivation level, this spell was most effective when ingested. When combined with a certain spiritual object as a medium, especially one with strong corrosive effects, the results were better. For example, if cast on spiritual food, wine, or tea. As for which was more effective, it remained to be tested.
"Boil a couple more eggs, I feel like eating more today," Wang Zijia said as he observed the successful spell taking effect.
"Alright!" Wang Dan responded before turning back to the kitchen to busy herself.
Perhaps due to her lack of spiritual roots, even as an ordinary person without much resistance to Qi, it took a moment for the erosion to complete.
When Wang Zijia was about to sense the effect of the Demon Seed spell, the copper weight flashed in his mind, and he suddenly froze.
In just a moment of trance, the copper weight had transported him to another chaotic place.
"Could this be... the extension of the Dao Fruit's power outward? Could it be..." Wang Zijia's eyes flashed with excitement as he contemplated, his thoughts racing.
Immediately, a familiar scene unfolded. Countless small and large weights appeared in the chaos, mostly silver and white in color, most of them very small, resembling dots of light, with only a few as large as a thumb, the largest being a cooking skill.
Seeing the weights and feeling that he could exchange them, Wang Zijia's face lit up with joy!
Could this be Wang Dan's sea of consciousness?
This... a shared golden finger!!!
He was going to become a god!!!
In his excitement, without randomly manipulating the weights, Wang Zijia looked at the numerous weights and suddenly had a flash of insight, beginning his search.
After a while, he found no spying skills, experiences, or other related weights.
It could be definitively concluded that the maid Wang Dan had no connection to his family's affairs, at least not directly.
Then, he could indeed dismiss her!
As for why not keep her, it was because of loyalty issues, and Wang Dan no longer had any value to cultivate!
But there was no hurry. He would wait for a while and then make a decision when things were more stable.
With a slight movement of his mind, the copper weight brought Wang Zijia back.
When he came to his senses, flashes of inspiration continued to flicker in his mind. With this method, his scope of operation would be enormous! Helping to enhance spiritual roots, aiding in breakthroughs, resetting skills for others—the possibilities were endless.
Even venturing into the beauty industry could yield remarkable results!
Of course, he didn't need to be overly cautious; there were many things worth trying. No hurry, take it slow!
...
Lost in thought, Wang Zijia hurriedly finished breakfast. On his way to work, he was still pondering how to make good use of the copper weight, coming up with many ingenious ideas.
Arriving absent-mindedly at his workplace, he coincidentally bumped into Mr. Xu.
"Mr. Xu!" Wang Zijia suddenly called out to him.
"Good morning!" Mr. Xu turned around to see Wang Zijia and smiled. "You're here so early today. Are you in a hurry to get your monthly salary? It'll be tough to wait until the end of the workday for that!"
Wang Zijia was momentarily taken aback, only then remembering that today was payday. But since last night, he truly couldn't care less about that meager salary.
If it weren't for the fact that this was the Wan Yu pavilion, and he would rely on this promotion in the future, he would have quit already!
He didn't explain this to Mr. Xu. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out five coins, and said, "Here, returning your money!"
"So soon? Are you playing with money?" Mr. Xu asked, surprised.
"I couldn't use it before, so I borrowed it for a bit," Wang Zijia explained.
"Now that you can use it, there's no rush. My family hasn't had any major expenses recently." With these words, Mr. Xu took the coins and carefully put them away.
"No need, it's already enough!"
"That's good!"
Immediately, the two of them had nothing more to chat about and hurriedly went their separate ways to start their shifts.
During work hours, Wang Zijia remembered the miscellaneous books he had collected last night. He took out one that left the deepest impression and began reading.
It was a biography, but Wang Zijia felt it leaned more towards being a travelogue.
After reading for a while, a sentence caught his attention, seeming to hint at some obscure knowledge:
"The time of calamity is strange, the number of calamities is mysterious, and the fate of calamity is indescribable!"
If he remembered correctly, last night's incident involved a strange sinister domain, possibly related to a fate calamity infant, or even a hybrid.
...
Wang Zijia spent the whole morning idling around until mid-afternoon when he suddenly noticed all his colleagues rushing out.
Even Mr. Xu, who happened to run out, grabbed him by the hand and headed towards the street.
"What's going on?" Wang Zijia asked in confusion as he followed. Judging from their behavior, it didn't seem like they were fleeing from danger.
Mr. Xu didn't answer, but there was no need, as Wang Zijia soon saw for himself.
As they stepped outside, they found the street crowded with people, all looking up at the eastern sky.
Wang Zijia did the same.
A huge golden cloud was flying into the city, and on the edge of the cloud, dozens of cultivators, male and female, young and old, stood with their hands behind their backs, scrutinizing the ground below.
With a gentle breeze, their robes and hair fluttered in the wind. A powerful aura emanated from each of them, and behind them, several disciples, young and old, accompanied them, displaying an immortal demeanor.
"Wait, isn't that Elder Luo leading the team?"
"Even the Law Enforcement Hall has sent people?"
"There hasn't been any activity for several days. Why such a grandiose display all of a sudden? Are they planning to attack some demonic sect?"
"Did something big happen in the city last night?"
"Who knows? All I know is that the dogs were barking all night!"
As the golden cloud slowly descended into the city center, the surrounding crowd erupted into chaos. Especially some of the laborers working on the upper floors, whom Wang Zijia was unfamiliar with, looked particularly astonished.
After a while, the crowd dispersed, and Wang Zijia listened to their discussions with a calm expression, though his heart felt somewhat strange.
Could it be because of his message?
No, it shouldn't be! After all, it was just a passing whim!
It couldn't possibly have such a huge impact!
As thoughts swirled in Wang Zijia's mind, he headed towards the warehouse.
(End of Chapter)