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

Without a doubt, Ji Zuodao passed the test of his conscience this time.

Can't we just pass?

Look at him—

What hesitation, reluctance, moral struggle...?

None at all!

Not only did he not, but he became more and more enthusiastic and excited as he poked at it.

It created a sense of rhythm and a sense of accomplishment.

He stabbed the master like he was stabbing a pig, his movements were so smooth and full of emotion.

Although I passed both tests perfectly, there was not a single flaw in the process.

But something about my inner demons just doesn't feel right.

Well...

It's as if Ji Zuodao had already rehearsed, practiced, and practiced countless times before experiencing the moral test of "killing millions" and "murdering his own family."

Their skill was outrageous.

It's so natural it's unsettling.

This kid doesn't seem to have "passed" the test.

Instead, they "went home".

He returned to a state that he had been familiar with, adapted to, and even thrived in since childhood.

Just like fish returning to water, Old Wang returned to his neighbor's house.

Ji Zuodao returned to his usual routine of "Ah, today is another day of respecting teachers and valuing family harmony."

What's going on?

The exam questions were leaked?

Did he guess the question correctly?

Several outrageous guesses flashed through the inner demon's mind, but he quickly dismissed them.

The test questions are automatically generated based on the laws of nature and the cause-and-effect relationship of the test takers. They are absolutely confidential and have a very high degree of randomness.

Predicting exam questions?

Predicting the "killing of millions" could be attributed to historical hatred and a strong sense of patriotism.

They can accurately predict even hellish ethical dilemmas like "killing one's closest relatives," and even train "stabbing one's master" into muscle memory, form a conditioned reflex, and even cultivate emotional dependence in advance.

This isn't just guessing the questions; you're the one who set the questions, aren't you?

Forget it.

The inner demon shook his head; he was just a miserable ox or horse, clocking in on time, following the rules, completing the procedures, and submitting reports.

The rest is none of his business.

If the sky falls, tall people will hold it up; if the ground sinks, fat people will fill it in.

"Alright, congratulations on passing."

The inner demon floated in front of Ji Zuodao, trying hard to put on a "business as usual, emotionless" poker face, and announced the result in a flat voice.

"According to the regulations, you have passed the test of conscience, and I will upload the evaluation report in a timely manner. Soon, you can try to receive and guide the true spirit and condense the Dharma form."

After it finished speaking, a faint white light, carrying the fluctuations of the laws of heaven, began to emanate from its body.

These are the rules of the Inner Demon Division—

Once the assessment is completed, return to work immediately without delay to avoid unnecessary entanglements.

"Hey, wait, wait, wait! Boss! Don't rush off!"

Upon seeing this, Ji Zuodao darted forward, a knowing and obsequious smile plastered on his face.

Before the guiding white light had fully enveloped them, they secretly and furtively slipped something into the inner demon's hand.

"Our leader has worked hard! Our leader has endured a lot of trouble!"

He lowered his voice, his eyes darting left and right, looking like a secret agent making a rendezvous:

"Just now I saw you... cough, secretly staring at the coffee table by my villa's pool for ages, your gaze so focused, so inquisitive!"

"I understand! I understand everything!"

"I just grabbed this from the poolside! Brand new! Unopened! Authentic!"

"Take this! Take a look! Consider it a small token of my... uh, academic sponsorship? Cultural exchange? To enhance friendship between our two communities?"

"Hey, hey, hey! This won't do! This isn't appropriate! We have rules!"

The inner demon subconsciously refused righteously, but its hand seemed to have a mind of its own, and with lightning speed, it firmly grasped the small cube in its palm.

The movements were so fluid, natural, and precise, as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

Professional ethics are resisting, but muscle memory is yielding.

Ultimately, muscle memory prevailed with an overwhelming advantage.

"Buzz—"

The guiding white light shone brightly, and the figure of the inner demon began to fade and blur.

In the final moments before being teleported away, it couldn't resist its damned curiosity and, like a thief, secretly opened its hand a crack to quickly peek at what was in its palm.

Then--

It saw it.

Several colorful, exquisitely packaged small squares, printed with words such as "ultra-thin cooling sensation," "ribbed bumps," and "long-lasting ejaculation."

Safety Condom.

It's also a deluxe family bucket set with different flavors and functions.

Inner Demon: "…………"

Oh shit.

That bastard!!!

After Ji Zuodao perfectly passed the test of conscience.

Those gods, demons, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas who usually sit high in the clouds, looking down upon all living beings...

In unison, they turned their gazes across endless time and space to the small training room of Bureau 749.

They turned their attention to that sly, wicked little bastard.

"Oh?"

"Good temperament! Good potential!"

"His mind is as corrupt as a demon's lair, his killing intent as pure as a cold blade, yet he remains as steady as an old dog amidst the slaughter of millions and the questioning of patricide, finding joy in it all..."

"Tsk tsk, this contradictory yet harmonious temperament, this sober yet insane tone..."

"Brilliant!"

"Excellent! Excellent! In my opinion, this aligns remarkably well with my Dao! A perfect match! Destined indeed!"

Many bigwigs' eyes lit up and their minds started to race.

These days, is it easy to find a suitable spokesperson?

One must possess sufficient talent to withstand the true spirit and uphold the Dharma form.

Ideally, they should also be able to generate buzz and have an outstanding ability to stir up trouble, making it easier for them to "beat GG", "expand their faith", and "meet KPIs" in the future.

This kid in front of me...

His mind was a bit dirty, his path a bit crooked, and his morality a bit sluggish.

But his overall qualities are outstanding!

Look at that "big heart" that can kill millions without changing its expression!

Look at that guy who's overjoyed at stabbing his master, "filial piety brings strength!"

This is simply a textbook example of "heretical holy body," "troublemaking genius," and "KPI perpetual motion machine"!

Thus, in the void, many true spirits radiating magnificent divine power, like sharks smelling blood, began to stir and move towards Ji Zuodao's direction...

Ready to "cast"!

"Ahem!"

A clear cough, carrying the unique ethereal grace of immortals, yet inexplicably revealing the shrewdness of a seasoned veteran of the Heavenly Court.

A fragment of Venus's true spirit stroked his long, snow-white beard, his figure appearing and disappearing amidst auspicious clouds, a warm smile on his face, his voice resounding throughout the heavens:

"Fellow Daoists, wait, wait."

"This young man has quite a few... uh, unique characteristics. But he is still young and his temperament is not yet settled."

"I observed that although his mind was clouded, a trace of clarity remained deep within. Although his killing intent was strong, he was not one to indiscriminately kill the innocent..."

He paused, his smile deepening, revealing his true intentions:

"How about you do me a favor and let me have this boy?"

"Get lost!"

A harsh roar interrupted Venus's official speech.

On the other side of the void, demonic energy soared into the sky, and the colossal, mountain-like spirit of a nine-headed lion appeared and disappeared, its eighteen eyes glaring like searchlights, its voice booming like muffled thunder.

"Old man Taibai! Don't try to fool me with those empty platitudes!"

"That temper, that bloodthirstiness, this kid's just my type! A pure gem! Untamed wildness, innate ferocity!"

"I'll just adopt him as my godson! He'll follow me around from now on, living the high life, and if he doesn't like someone, he can just tear them apart! Wouldn't that be great?!"

"snort."

A cold, authoritative snort rang out.

In the Northern Xuantian, the true spirit of the Great Emperor Zhenwu manifested, clad in a black robe, his hand resting on a divine sword, his face as cold as iron, yet his eyes couldn't help but glance repeatedly at Ji Zuodao.

"This child certainly possesses an extraordinary character."

He was sparing with words, but every word he uttered carried a resounding, metallic clang:

"His murderous intent is concentrated and does not dissipate; his ferocity is hidden in his laughter. His actions may seem absurd, but in reality, his goals are clear and his will is as firm as iron."

"I possess the spirit of my past self, wielding my sword to vanquish demons and cleanse the world."

He paused, seemingly feeling the praise wasn't strong enough, and then added stiffly:

"Although the path is unorthodox, there is righteousness within the evil, and moderation within the killing. It is worthy of being refined."

The implication is: This kid, I'm surrendering.