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

Ji Zuodao sat cross-legged in the cultivation room, watching the "you run, I chase, and you can't escape" drama in his inner vision, and his stomach clenched.

Damn it, this is a terrible thing.

This is hardly cultivation.

This is clearly a live broadcast of "The Domineering CEO's Runaway Little Wife".

The "domineering CEO" in the Blood Sea is getting really into it.

Seed, that "cool Cinderella," escaped with restraint, chasing and fleeing, clinging and cuddling, her performance was incredibly immersive.

Finally, these two seem to have finally settled down and made it work.

Ji Zuodao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this mess was finally over.

His family's Blood Sea is causing trouble again!

The sea of ​​blood that had just "won the beauty's heart" was now like it had been injected with chicken blood, frantically sending large amounts of pure, blood-red spiritual energy into the dark seed as if it were free!

That posture, that boldness, that extravagant spirit...

Good guy!

Ji Zuodao's eyes twitched as he watched.

Isn't this exactly like a spendthrift CEO who, after winning over Cinderella, starts throwing money around like crazy?

Luxury goods? Buy them! Mansions? Give them away! Yachts? Book them!

They don't treat money like money at all. If you didn't know better, you'd think their family owned a bank with a money-printing machine running 24/7.

Ji Zuodao watched helplessly as the level of his spiritual sea plummeted at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Given the size of Dongting Lake, it's about to shrink to the size of Daming Lake, and if it shrinks any further, it might become a small residential landscape pond.

The way he looked at the seed was getting increasingly strange.

What the hell is this money-devouring beast?!

It's a bottomless pit!

Your spiritual energy is almost depleted, and you're still not satisfied?

Those dark seeds were like a black hole, accepting everything without hesitation, swallowing them with such ease that they didn't even burp.

For a fleeting moment, Ji Zuodao had a brain fart and almost considered imitating the classic tactics of those wicked mothers-in-law in melodramatic TV dramas—

He pulled out a check, shoved it in the seed's face, and gritted his teeth.

"One million! Leave my son... ugh, leave my family's bloodbath!"

Unfortunately, he had the check, but he didn't recognize the seeds, and he couldn't bear to part with them.

Even more terrifying was that his own profligate Blood Sea, seeing that the Spirit Sea was about to dry up, not only did not stop, but intensified its efforts, frantically sending out distress signals to Ji Zuodao's body:

Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!

Replenish your spiritual energy! Quickly replenish your spiritual energy! Replenish as much as you can! Don't stop!

That feeling...

Like a spendthrift son who's been out partying and maxing out his credit cards, he keeps calling like he's begging for mercy, all while being self-righteous and demanding:

"Dad! Get those coins! Hurry up! Stop dawdling! Your son's buying a bag for his goddess! It's just missing this one!"

Ji Zuodao's face turned black.

This is fucking...

Who is the master and who is the servant?

Who is the father and who is the son?

No, this guy is definitely not my son.

He's my uncle.

Dear uncle.

"Damn it, this is truly a terrible thing..."

Ji Zuodao, with a mournful face, muttered curses as he frantically opened the human skin bag he never parted with from his waist.

He didn't even bother to see what it was; whatever was related to blood and spiritual energy, he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth!

They tossed handfuls of blood pills, each the size of a longan and pungent with a strong bloody smell, into their mouths like peanuts, crunching them haphazardly.

Bottles of supposedly potent medicines, claiming to invigorate qi, replenish vital energy, and strengthen the body's foundation, were uncorked and gulped down with the same gusto as drinking plain water.

As he stuffed it in, he was sobbing with heartache, muttering incoherently:

"What a tragedy... what a tragedy..."

"Luckily, I ransacked the place thoroughly before, so I have plenty of stock..."

"Otherwise, at this rate, even mountains of gold and silver will be emptied by these two spendthrifts!"

"I can't afford to raise them, I really can't afford it..."

"One dared to ask, and the other dared to give!"

"I'm just a middleman! No, a sweatshop worker! A spirit energy transporter! A complete traitor!"

In the cultivation room, only the crunching sounds of Ji Zuodao taking pills and his resentful, soulless mutterings remained:

"What a tragedy..."

"What a terrible thing to do..."

A massive amount of crimson spiritual energy poured into the dark seed like a floodgate being opened.

The seeds had now been soaked and turned a deep, dark red.

"Damn it...isn't this over yet?"

Ji Zuodao's cheeks were bulging, making him look like a hamster, and he mumbled incoherently.

"My Blood Pill... my Elixir..."

Just as his heart ached terribly, and he was contemplating whether he should abruptly end this "spendthrift son helping a cold, aloof woman" drama—

"call!"

A cluster of dark blue flames suddenly burst forth in his spiritual sea without warning!

The flame was small, but it exuded a cold, eerie aura that seemed capable of scorching the soul. It flickered and drifted directly toward the seed enveloped in crimson spiritual energy.

"Um?"

Ji Zuodao was taken aback and blinked.

"Punishment through karmic fire?"

"How did this thing get out of there by itself?"

Punishment Fire was one of the few spells he had seriously cultivated.

This thing is difficult to repair, even more difficult to use, and has many limitations. It can only be used by his own blood as a medium.

Ji Zuodao rarely uses his skills. The only time I can recall him using them was when he tricked that old man Yongjue.

He suffered a lot when he first learned this.

Back then, I was going through a rebellious phase of my youth. I felt I had extraordinary talent and was following a cool, unorthodox path of "my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens."

They scoffed at this kind of orthodox magic that required calming the mind and concentrating one's energy, and refused to learn it no matter what.

Then?

Then, under the loving and gentle education of his three masters, Ji Zuodao's rebellious phase came quickly and went even faster.

He was also "learned" this karmic fire of punishment through tears and reluctance.

At this moment, watching as this cluster of eerie blue flames actually moved closer and became entangled with the black and red seed...

Ji Zuodao's expression gradually became strange, as he felt a strange sense of déjà vu rising within him, and it was getting stronger and stronger.

Dark blue flames swirled and burned, while crimson spiritual energy poured in desperately; the seed cracked and trembled under the combined attack of the two...

This plot...

He seemed to have seen it in the exquisitely drawn but indescribable notebook that Li Shuwen had secretly slipped to him!

What's this called again?

That's right! A threesome!

The "original partner" (the Blood Sea frantically channeling spiritual energy) and the "third party" (the uninvited Karmic Fire) engage in various indescribable "operations" on the "female lead" (the seed)...

The sense of déjà vu is so strong!

"Snap—!"

A shattering sound, clearer and crisper than any previous sound, suddenly exploded deep within Ji Zuodao's spiritual sea!

It was as if some solid constraint had been completely broken.

The cracked outer shell of the seed peeled off piece by piece and disappeared.

A stunningly beautiful, pure, almost eerie crimson bloomed from the shattered spot!

A lotus flower, emerging slowly from a broken seed, unfolds and blooms.

It is carved from the finest red jade, crystal clear and with an inner radiance.

The petals are layered upon each other, exquisite and intricate, yet they exude an innate beauty that is both sacred and eerie.

Even more bizarrely, this ruby-like lotus flower was surrounded by karmic fire!

The red karmic fire is purer than the karmic fire of punishment.

The karmic fire is like the most loyal guard, and also like the halo extending from the lotus itself.

The silent burning and swirling light made the red lotus appear even more mysterious, enchanting, and breathtakingly beautiful.