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

Ji Zuodao had no idea what that thing was.

But he could sense it—

The sea of ​​blood within his body, like a shark that had caught a whiff of blood, surged and roared madly toward that tiny black seed!

The dark veins beneath the skin began to throb restlessly, eager to pounce!

Every cell is screaming, shouting, sending out the most primal, most greedy signals of desire:

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Eat it! Swallow it!

"Little Princess~"

The empress's voice was sweet and charming, with a soft and sweet tone. She held the dark seed between her fingers and slowly waved it in front of Ji Zuodao.

Peach Blossom's eyes were full of playful laughter.

"Look at yourself, you've been stuck in the Spirit Palace Realm for quite a while now, haven't you?"

"Have you reached the threshold of the Dharma Form realm yet?"

"You mean... this thing, could you... give me a hand?"

Ji Zuodao's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he made a clear "gulp" sound as he swallowed.

He stared intently at the black seed so close to him, a seed that seemed to suck his very soul in.

He suddenly lowered his head and looked at Qiqi, who was looking up at him with a clear, innocent gaze and complete trust.

struggle.

An extreme struggle.

On one hand, there is the temptation to reach a higher level and break free from the current predicament.

On one side is her own well-behaved and sensible little sister who can deliver a powerful blow with her sincere and straightforward approach.

"No trade!"

Ji Zuodao abruptly turned his head away, his neck stiff as steel, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, resolute and even carrying a hint of bluffing in embarrassment:

"No trade! Take it! Take it now!"

"A mere Dharma Aspect Realm! I, this Daoist, can reach it effortlessly! Why would I need this?!"

"Auntie, don't try to tempt me with this! It won't work!"

lie.

A complete lie.

Ji Zuodao doesn't even know which level of the Spirit Palace Realm he is.

It's impossible to determine.

When others cultivate, the Spirit Palace Realm focuses on the perfection of the "Spirit Palace" above the Spirit Sea.

For example, the number of palaces, the number of beams and pillars, and the progress of the dragon and phoenix carvings are all clearly and plainly described.

But what about Ji Zuodao?

He absolutely did not build it! No! It was built!

The reason is simple—

The sea of ​​blood inside him was just too damn domineering!

How domineering are they?

It exudes a reckless attitude of "I was born to be on top, and I will always be on top. Nobody can ride on my head!"

Ji Zuodao had painstakingly swallowed a Spirit Palace and was just about to place it on the sea of ​​blood...

"Splash—!!"

Several waves crashed over, clean and swift, showing no mercy.

It was smashed to pieces!

Then it was swept into the bottomless crimson eye in the center, gulped down, and swallowed up without leaving a trace, becoming the resources for the growth of the blood sea.

Swallowing the palace and filling the sea.

This was a method devised for him by his three masters.

The theory is simple: if you can't build it, then don't build it! Do the opposite: devour other people's spirit palaces! Use other people's spirit palaces to fill your sea of ​​blood!

Once it has swallowed enough and satiated this sea of ​​blood, it will naturally calm down.

That sounds beautiful.

Ji Zuodao initially believed it too, thinking it was a viable path.

But in practice...

That's not true at all!

This sea of ​​blood is a bottomless pit! An insatiable ingrate!

As each spirit palace was swallowed, the sea of ​​blood was not satisfied or calm; instead, it became even more restless, surging even more violently, and its desire became even more unbearable!

It was as if it were roaring: "That's it? That's it?! Not enough! More! I want more! More plentiful!"

Ji Zuodao was stunned.

Dude, are you that thirsty?

He once wondered if the spiritual palaces he had swallowed were of poor quality, bland and unsatisfying, and not enough to satisfy this great master.

With a gritted tooth and a stomp of the foot!

It swallowed a Divine Power Realm Spirit Palace whole!

Good guy.

That swallow almost sent him to his death!

The reaction of that sea of ​​blood was beyond mere agitation.

That was a cataclysmic upheaval! A complete breakdown! A hysterical resistance!

For example—

Ji Zuodao's sea of ​​blood is like a domineering CEO with discerning tastes and an egotistical attitude.

The ordinary spirit palaces that Ji Zuodao usually feeds to it are like all sorts of beautiful women: lolis, young girls, young women...

Every time these beauties try to pin the domineering CEO down and establish their dominance.

The domineering CEO would impatiently click his tongue, then flip over and unceremoniously pin him back down.

They brutally train, devour, and absorb, thus consolidating their eternally superior position.

But this time, what did Ji Zuodao put into his mouth?

A spiritual palace at the Divine Power Realm!

To Blood Sea, this thing is probably like a cute little girl from Chengdu—

Round face, thick beard, white shirt, bulging muscles, and the first thing he says is, "Brother, this is awesome!"

She even tried to ride on him!

Who the hell could stand this?!

"boom--!!!"

The CEO of Blood Sea immediately became stressed! He developed PTSD!

This directly triggered an unprecedented super tsunami!

They were all in a show of determination, as if it were a fight to the death, with neither of them willing to give up!

The violent energy surged and crashed through Ji Zuodao's body, tearing his tendons and bones, causing him to feel as if his internal organs were burning and blood to spurt from his seven orifices.

Yes, blood.

After that, Ji Zuodao was completely out of options.

Two days ago, having no other choice, I swallowed my pride and sent a message to the three masters on the mountain. Every word was filled with blood and tears as I described the tragic situation where I almost drowned myself instead of being able to swallow the palace to fill the sea. I begged the masters to show me the way.

The message has been sent.

But even now...

Stone sinks into the sea.

There isn't even a "read" status.

In short, relying on mountains will lead to their collapse, relying on people will lead to their abandonment, and the road ahead for cultivators is shrouded in darkness.

Therefore, the black seed in the Empress's hand that could generate such an unprecedented, almost pilgrimage-like yearning in the sea of ​​blood...

Its value is immeasurable.

This is very likely his only hope of breaking out of his current predicament.

Ji Zuodao pinched his thigh hard, using the pain to fight against the greedy desire that was almost overwhelming his reason. He turned his back again, his neck stiff, his voice muffled but carrying an undeniable stubbornness:

"I said I wouldn't change it, and that means I won't."

"Auntie, please keep it."

"It makes my eyes dizzy."

The empress held the strange black seed in her hand, twisted her slender waist, and pressed herself against Ji Zuodao with a fragrant breeze, almost embedding herself into his arms.

The seed appeared and disappeared on her fingertips, its faint light swirling around it, as if it were alive and pulsating slightly, making one's eyes dizzy and heart flutter.

"Little Ji~" she breathed softly, her voice so sweet it could drip honey.

"Look at this, it's a real treasure~ Auntie is willing to take it out, that means she truly cherishes you like her own child~"

"You can take this seed. Whether you use it for cultivation or to make money, it's up to you. As for Qiqi, she can stay with Auntie. Auntie will treat her like her own daughter and give her whatever she wants."

With each word she spoke, she drew closer, her exquisite curves beneath the red dress, the heat and fragrance penetrating every inch of her body through the thin fabric.

The faint light at his fingertips almost poked Ji Zuodao's nose.

Ji Zuodao felt his hair stand on end, not from being moved, but from being terrified!

This thing is creepy! Absolutely creepy!

Moreover, Auntie's actions clearly indicate a double attack of seduction and sweet talk!

If he stays any longer, he might really not be able to hold on and impulsively agree!

"No! I really won't change it!"

Ji Zuodao's tongue was a little tied, his feet kept shuffling towards the door, and he raised his hands, making a "pushing" gesture in the air, but he didn't dare to actually touch the Empress's body.

He looked just like a cowardly mongrel dog cornered by a tiger, trying in vain to protect its cubs.

As he spoke, he retreated to the door and frantically tried to turn the doorknob, attempting to "invite" the Empress out first to calm down.

"Click."

The door was just opened a crack.

Then, a hand painted with bright red nail polish and as white as jade reached out with lightning speed and accurately grabbed Ji Zuodao's ear.

The force wasn't strong, but it was enough to make him grimace and unable to move.

"Oh."

The Empress's soft laughter rang in my ears, carrying a chilling coldness, yet also a captivating allure.

"You heartless little brat~"

"Who was that just now, saying 'I only feel sorry for Auntie,' huh?"

"And who is it now, putting on that 'I'm happy as long as Auntie is happy' kind of face, huh?"

"Now look what's happened, they're in such a hurry to kick Auntie out just because of a little zombie?"