Chapter 1 Equivalent Balance

Author: Dimension Theory

Chapter 1 Equivalent Balance

Drowsily, Wang Zijia opened his eyes.

What you see is a dark room, several square meters in size and about two meters high, which looks extremely small and cramped.

It seems to be a secret room, or a secret compartment.

At this moment, he was lying on his side in a weird posture. On the ground in front of him, there was a piece of brown blood. Not only had it dried, but it was also a little black and looked a little oozing.

Wang Zijia subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth, and there was also a little dried blood scab.

It seemed that he had been sitting cross-legged in the room before, suddenly vomited blood, fell sideways and died.

He sat up in confusion and looked around. The room was not only small, but also empty. Except for an open small box in front of him, there was only an empty bottle tightly held in his hand.

There was nothing else, not even a table or stool. There was a tuanfu sitting under my buttocks.

Where is this?

"Um...am I not visiting the night market?"

By the way, night market, fire.

His thoughts returned, and the last scene that was fixed in his mind was that of a chaotic night market and a crowded crowd, and he was killed by something falling from a burning building on the street.

It seems that he is an unlucky man who jumped off the building with a pile of belongings?

Uh... Now that he's the one in the background, doesn't that mean he's even more unlucky?

So what's going on now, the little dark room in the underworld?

As his thoughts rolled around, as soon as he thought of this, before he could do anything else, a stinging pain rushed into his mind.

"hiss······"

The stinging pain in my head was like exploding, and it hit me like a tsunami. Along with it, there were more than ten years of memories, and a bunch of messy information came flooding in.

Wang Zijia, who was already a little confused, was instantly stunned and took a deep breath subconsciously.

Wang Zijia, sixteen years old, was from the periphery of Wanyu Immortal Sect and a member of Wanyu Immortal City.

His father was originally a handyman disciple of Wanyu Immortal Sect. Because he was too old to enter the outer sect, he was sent to live in Wanyu Immortal City and worked as a handyman in the sect's shop.

After decades of hard work, he bought a small courtyard in the city and gave birth to a son, named Wang Zijia, which means "hope that the son will prosper well."

He died suddenly a few months ago and his duties were taken over by his son.

······

After a long time, Wang Zijia managed to sort out the information and roughly figured out his current situation.

That's right, he traveled through time!

And he has traveled to a fairy world!

According to my memory, the original person's life experience is pretty good. Although he is not a second-generation fairy, he at least has a car and a house. His parents are both dead, and he has an inherited iron rice bowl and a standard flat-bed template.

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

According to the memory, the original person suddenly vomited blood and died in this quiet room.

In addition, his father seemed to have died suddenly and strangely. Although there was no enemy or anything in his memory, from the third-person perspective of the time traveler, it was clear that the father and son were being targeted by someone.

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

Before he died, he was meditating on the exercises when he suddenly suffered severe pain all over his body and his complexion changed dramatically. He swallowed the only elixir left by his father, but unfortunately it was of no use. He eventually vomited blood and died.

After roughly sorting 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 notebook and about ten centimeters high. In addition to several books, there were dozens of jade stones the size of copper coins, which seemed to be coins.

Because the box was open, some blood was sprayed on it by the original person before his death. However, it was only stained on the box, books and jade coins, not at all.

Wang Zijia first looked at the jade and copper coins.

According to memory, this is called Dharma money, which contains spiritual power and is the currency used by practitioners. This money is the balance of his father's and his salary in the past few months.

One per month, nothing extra.

Curiously, I picked up a jade and copper coin. It felt as warm and moist as jade. It was transparent and had light flowing inside. It seemed to be a little more valuable than the finest mutton-fat white jade.

Such a good jade was made into the shape of a copper coin. If it were in the previous life, I don't know how many people would have scolded it for wasting natural resources.

After looking at the jade coin for a moment, Wang Zijia put it down and picked up the books in the box.

Not many, there are only four thin booklets in total, the size of two palms, and the style is simple.

"Basic Skills of Wanyu", "Introduction to Talisman Master: Talisman Paper, Talisman Card Making Technique"

"Hidden Shadow Skill", "Thirteen Slashes with the Wandering Dragon Short Sword"

According to memory, the first two books were his father's relics. One was about cultivating immortals, and the other was about spells. They were the most precious things in the family.

The next two books are martial arts and martial arts.

It was the original owner's father who, after discovering that the original owner had no qualifications for cultivation, specially acquired high-level martial arts for him in order to allow him to survive in the city without being bullied after his death.

Unfortunately, before the original owner could achieve anything famous, his father died suddenly and unexpectedly.

With some curiosity, Wang Zijia first picked up the "Basic Exercises of Wanyu", the so-called practice exercises, and opened it.

As Wang Zijia opened it, a faint spiritual light flashed through the words in the book. The book was not thick, with only more than a thousand words, and Wang Zijia browsed through it in just a moment.

A magical thing happened. When he finished reading the entire article, the related memories in his mind quickly disappeared. In just a moment, they disappeared without a trace.

Except for the name of the exercise, he didn't remember anything at all.

This is not a special case, the same is true for the original owner. According to memory, this is the most intuitive manifestation of lack of cultivation qualifications.

In this world, it is difficult for those without spiritual roots to transcend the world!

Wang Zijia, who did not believe in evil, read it twice again, and then read "Introduction to the Talisman Master: Talisman Paper, Talisman Card Making Technique" twice more. Everything was like this, and he forgot it after reading it, leaving no memory at all.

Frowning, he opened the remaining martial arts and martial arts, which was no problem. The martial arts were stealth-based, and the martial arts were dagger-based. When combined, they probably belong to the assassin style.

The life-saving effect is very good, which shows the good intentions of the predecessor's father.

According to memory, the predecessor has been practicing for several years, and the progress is average, at least for a family of practitioners. He has barely passed the initial stages of body training, internal organs refining, etc., and has just started the day after tomorrow.

The distance from Xiantian is not short.

"Ha, so as a time traveler, you don't even have any spiritual roots?"

"What the hell is this opening?"

After a while, after confirming the basic situation, Wang Zijia frowned.

"By the way, where is my golden finger? As a time traveler, you can't live without a golden finger, right?"

As soon as this idea came up, Wang Zijia felt a golden light in his mind, and he fell into chaos again.

When he came back to his senses, he had come to a strange space, surrounded by gray and a golden object, standing in the air, like the sun in the space.

For no reason, he knew that this was his sea of ​​consciousness.

The golden object shines with golden light, and then gradually dims. After a few breaths, the light dissipates, revealing its true appearance.

That is, a golden scale.

The scale is about the size of an arm and is made entirely of red gold, giving people a sense of mystery and nobility.

"Is this...one of the objects that killed me?"

Looking at the scale, Wang Zijia felt strange yet familiar. The scene before death flashed through his consciousness, and finally settled on the corner of a package, with a faint golden light flowing.

Ha, so I was hit by this golden finger and traveled through time?

Before Wang Zijia could continue to think more, as he focused his attention on the golden scale, the scale vibrated slightly, and a strange message emerged.

It's obscure but not difficult to understand. It's as if he was born to understand this information.

Translated, to put it bluntly, it’s probably...

Tao Fruit: Equivalent Balance

Effect: equivalent exchange

Function: All digested things in the body can be converted into equivalents, regardless of the actual or actual condition.

For example: fat can be converted into muscle, blood can be converted into hair, cooking skills can be converted into craftsmanship, etc.

Note: This conversion is equivalent, not equivalent. For example, one kilogram of fat will not be converted into one kilogram of muscle, but will only be converted into muscle of the same value.

Limitation 1: It cannot be converted into each other. For example, one kilogram of fat can not be converted back into one hundred grams of muscle. However, it can be converted compoundly, that is, one hundred grams of muscle, plus one gram of original muscle, can be converted into one thousand again.

grams of fat.

Restriction 2: Virtual and real are not interchangeable, that is, physical relatedness can only be converted to physical relatedness, and experience-related skills can only be converted to experience-related.

Restriction 3: Conversion can only be based on what you already have, not something created out of nothing. For example, if there is no muscle in the body, you cannot use fat to convert more muscle. To convert, you need at least one gram of initial muscle.
To be continued...