My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange

"The disciple means that Martial Uncle, you should ’try’ to make your explanations clearer. Only characters like you, Martial Uncle, can adjust the task after completing it."

"Because anything that involves an emergency transfer either has incorrect intelligence or an unexpected change has occurred, so the task needs to be regraded."

Wang Zijia nodded and said, "I get it; it means the level has probably been set already, and no matter how much I embellish my report, it won’t make much difference. I’m just providing some information to facilitate the archival process, right?"

"And in passing, it’s like crying poor, staging a tragedy to get a bit more benefits from the Taoist School? After all, we’re all in this together, and if there’s some fleece to be had, we share it. And it shows that Taiching Palace put in a lot of effort, keeping face with the higher-ups, right?"

"That...," Ying Shishou, looking a bit awkward and probably still caring about his pride, replied to Wang Zijia’s blunt words, "It’s not as unseemly as you put it, Martial Uncle. After all, the tasks that involve emergency transfers are inherently dangerous, and you did save so many lives. There should be a fitting reward."

Wang Zijia nodded indifferently. He had been playing these games for years, and he had unified the Spirit Suppressing Realm. He knew all these tricks in an instant.

He promptly began filling out the form.

Ying Shishou watched earnestly at first, and then, as he continued to read, the corners of his mouth started to twitch.

This Martial Uncle knew how to write a task report!

Destroying a world, turning it into flesh and blood of the Mysterious Domain;

An Ancient Demon God who could achieve the golden immortal level was lurk, and it was a narrow escape from death before he was able to kill it...