A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Deep within the sea of ​​mosquitoes, Ji Zuodao squatted in a small patch of open ground deliberately cleared by the mosquitoes, with a bulging human skin bag spread out in front of him.

He was using both hands so much that he was almost not enough, and he was digging out the spirit palace one by one.

He muttered to himself, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his mouth stretched so wide that his back teeth were showing. His whole face seemed to say: "So beautiful."

"One, two, three... Hehe, this one is of good quality, with a lustrous sheen... Wow! This one's big! It must be from the late stage of the Dharma Aspect Realm, right? I've struck gold..."

He counted them with such a swaying, head-shaking motion.

Behind them, the two Qiqis each held one of the Spirit Palace Light Orbs they had been given, squatting to one side with expressionless little faces.

They would simply poke the warm, shimmering gray-white sphere with their fingers, poke it once, let it roll away, crawl over to retrieve it, poke it again, and have a great time playing with it.

Ji Zhengdao squatted on the other side, his clear black and white eyes rolling around as he watched the spirit palaces in Ji Zuodao's hands rise and fall.

Those eyes, so green and greedy, looked like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days seeing a fat sheep's rear end.

Although it's a demon within itself, its cultivation level entirely dependent on the whims of its master, and the Spirit Palace is of little use to it, well...

But it couldn't resist inheriting its older brother's deep-rooted, excellent quality of being unable to resist good things.

Greedy!

Looking at the bag full of spoils, Ji Zhengdao felt as if a kitten's paw was scratching at his clear-cut mind, making it unbearably itchy.

"Hehe, big brother..."

It rubbed its hands together, a fawning smile on its face, and cautiously took half a step forward.

"Counting them? Do you need your little brother to help you keep track? I have good eyesight..."

"What are you doing?!"

Ji Zuodao, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, felt his hair stand on end. He suddenly turned his head, pulled the human skin bag back, and hugged it tightly to his chest.

He bared his teeth, glared fiercely at Ji Zhengdao, and let out a low growl as if protecting his prey.

"What are you looking at?! This isn't for you! Get out of here!"

His posture suggested that if Ji Zhengdao dared to take another step closer, he would pounce on him and bite him.

Ji Zhengdao shrank back at the shout, sheepishly withdrawing his outstretched head. His face was full of grievance, as if he were saying, "I was just looking, I wasn't going to steal it." But he remained rooted to the spot, not daring to move again.

It knows all too well the virtue of its own self when "protecting the fruits of labor".

Their possessiveness of food was utterly insane.

From childhood to adulthood, anyone who dared to snatch food from his mouth met with a variety of unfortunate fates, enough to fill a book titled "The Ultimate Guide to Self-Destructive Behaviors."

On this point, Dog Master and the group of fox spirits in the back mountain whose legs still cramp at the mere mention of the name "Ji Zuo Dao" have a lot to say.

As for the two that were given to Qiqi?

Ji Zhengdao knew perfectly well that his elder brother had calculated that once he was tired of playing with the two little girls, he would just toss them aside and they would eventually end up back in his pocket.

This is called a strategic investment: zero cost, high return, and guaranteed profit.

"Hey, little princess—"

A cheerful, energetic voice suddenly came from the side.

"Counting money? Look how happy you are, your mouth is practically stretched to your ears! Have you struck it rich?"

Ji Zuodao looked up and saw Zhao Shanhe, the patriarch of the Zhao family, strolling towards him with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

The smile on his face was just like that of the retired old man next door who spends his days squatting at the alley entrance playing chess and watching the fun—it was incredibly endearing.

"Oh dear! Old Zhao! Please don't make fun of me!"

Ji Zuodao reacted extremely quickly, seamlessly switching from the fierce "miser" look on his face to an extremely obedient and humble expression.

While frantically tying the human skin bag shut and stuffing it back into his bosom, his movements so fast they left afterimages, he stood up, rubbing his hands together, and smiled in a shy and harmless manner.

"Hey, this is just small-time stuff, picking up scraps, following in the footsteps of the seniors and getting a taste of the good stuff. How could I possibly make a fortune? You flatter me!"

Not far away, at the edge of the battlefield, Zhang Quan was squatting on the open ground "given" by the mosquito sea, looking resentful. He rested his chin on his hands, and the faint golden light in his activated Golden Eyes of Truth flickered.

The battle is drawing to a close; the fighting is over, and the spoils have been distributed.

The only inner demon at the Divine Power Realm—his own uncle's inner demon—was currently bound by the Golden Rope and the Zhou Tian Star Array, hanging there like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

But it's clearly not up to a newcomer like him to deal with someone of that caliber.

The remaining demons in the Dharma Aspect Realm fared even worse, surrounded by their uncles, elder brothers, and senior sisters in layers, with fists, kicks, talismans, bricks, and spittle flying everywhere, making for a lively and boisterous beating amidst laughter and cheers.

Zhang Quan tried several times, but he still couldn't squeeze in.

What can he do?

Should I just shout, "Let me do it! My uncle is the bureau chief!"

forget it.

He was afraid that after he finished shouting, he wouldn't be able to squeeze into the circle of beating up his inner demons, but instead would be dragged in and beaten up by the seniors who were already red-eyed with rage.

Forget it, I can't afford to mess with them, I'm outta here.

He simply gave up on joining in the fun and, feeling utterly bored, silently activated his newly formed Golden Eyes of Truth.

A faint golden light shimmered in his eyes as his gaze pierced through the layers of slowly writhing, inky black mosquitoes, aimlessly scanning his surroundings.

It's just a way to get familiar with new skills.

As he scanned the area, his gaze inadvertently fell on the small area where Ji Zuodao was located in the distance.

Then, he saw Zhao Shanhe, the old man, walking towards Ji Zuodao with a smile.

Zhang Quan subconsciously grinned as well, thinking to himself that the old man seemed to really like Brother Ji; the way he acted, it was as if he couldn't wait to marry his granddaughter off to him...

and many more.

The smile on Zhang Quan's face suddenly froze, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head without warning!

His hair stood on end, and he got goosebumps all over his body!

There is no other reason.

Zhang Quan's neck stiffened slightly as he slowly turned his gaze to the other side of the battlefield, to the area where loud "bang" sounds still echoed and spiritual energy surged.

Within his all-seeing golden eye, he could clearly see—

A colossal, towering figure of a spirit god, with bulging muscles and an aura of malevolence, is holding a large, door-sized axe and pinning a grayish-white inner demon, also shaped like a colossal spirit god, to the ground.

Then, he swung that exaggeratedly large axe in a wide arc, using the flat of the axe to strike the inner demon's forehead, back, and buttocks...

Bang!Bang!Bang!

One blow after another, each strike was solid, satisfying, and rhythmic.

With each strike, the ground trembled slightly.

That was Zhao Shanhe's Dharma form, completely absorbed in the joy of "teaching the unworthy inner demons a lesson," unable to extricate himself.

So here's the question...

Zhao Quan slowly turned his stiff neck back, his piercing golden eyes fixed on the smiling "Zhao Shanhe" in front of Ji Zuodao, who was patting Ji Zuodao on the shoulder and saying "Young man, you have a bright future."

The one in front of Ji Zuodao...

He patted him on the shoulder, smiling kindly...

What exactly is it?!