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

"Oh my goodness! My lords! My ancestors! My bodhisattvas!"

A spirit with a mournful face and wearing a crown scrambled and crawled into this area where powerful figures gathered to exchange divine thoughts.

Even Yama, one of the Ten Kings of Hell, couldn't care less about his image at this moment. Pointing at Ji Zuodao below, his voice was trembling with tears:

"Can't you talk about first come, first served, cause and effect, and fate?!"

"That kid! Ji Zuodao! Ever since he was old enough to understand, he's never missed burning incense and making offerings for me during festivals, Qingming Festival, and Ghost Festival!"

"Although the offerings were rather meager—sometimes expired canned goods, sometimes stolen fruit—and the paper money was even drawn by ourselves..."

"But the attitude was sincere! The intention was there! Heaven and earth can bear witness!"

The King of Hell, with tears streaming down his face, tried to appeal to people's emotions:

"He's on my file! A VIP client! A key person under my watch! The most promising evil cultivator of the year in the Underworld!"

"Let me have it! His appearance is destined to be with me!!"

In an instant, divine thoughts intertwined in the void, creating a chaotic commotion.

Venus's smile faltered.

The roar of the Nine-Headed Lion Saint shook the auspicious clouds.

The corner of Zhenwu Emperor's mouth twitched.

The crown of the King of Hell tilted to one side.

Celestial energy clashed with demonic clouds, and Buddhist light intertwined with ghostly energy.

In their struggle for Ji Zuodao, a group of usually aloof and arrogant big shots are now rolling up their sleeves, glaring at each other, and revealing each other's secrets—they're practically ready to jump into the fray and fight.

"This child has a karmic connection with my Western Paradise..." A certain Bodhisattva couldn't help but chime in.

"You're so unlucky! Get lost!" The other big shots retorted in unison.

The scene was chaotic, resembling a frenzy over discounted eggs at a farmers' market, or a top university vying for top scorers in the national college entrance examination.

Just as chaos and turmoil were raging—

"roll!!!"

A sharp shout rang out.

It seemed to come from the deepest part of the netherworld, carrying the sound of an endless sea of ​​blood churning and a murderous aura.

The sound exploded within every divine thought!

Simple, straightforward, just one word.

It was like billions of crimson thunderbolts exploding simultaneously in the ears of all the immortals, gods, and Buddhas!

"Buzz—!!!"

Those magnificent spirits, fiercely vying for "investment opportunities," were jolted by the supreme ferocity and domineering aura contained in that stern shout—

A violent tremor erupted!

The light dimmed by seventy or eighty percent in an instant!

It was almost shattered on the spot! Shattered! Shattered back to Grandma's house!

"What the heck?!"

"This aura?!"

"A sea of ​​blood?! The Netherworld?! It's that one?!"

"Ancestor?!"

"How did he wake up?! And... and..."

All the bigwigs who were arguing heatedly just a second ago now seemed to have their necks grabbed at once.

They stood frozen in place, their minds trembling, their expressions filled with terror.

The once bustling void instantly fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Only the lingering force of that "Get out!" still echoes through time and space.

With an unmistakably clear warning:

Lao Tzu's things.

You dare to rob me?

Are you tired of living?

Ji Zuodao sat cross-legged on the hard futon that was a bit uncomfortable on his buttocks and waited for a long time.

I waited, but nothing happened.

I waited, but there was still no movement.

He started scratching his head and fidgeting, looking just like a monkey waiting for its meal only to find the food bowl empty.

"What's going on?"

He craned his neck, widened his eyes, and scanned his own mind eight hundred times.

Where is the promised efficacy?

What happened to the saying, "If you can clear your conscience, the true spirit will come naturally"?

His third master didn't say that when he was drunk and bragging back then!

The old man, with his legs crossed and sipping his wine, described in vivid and detailed detail the "grand occasion" when he condensed his Dharma form years ago:

"Tsk tsk, Little Ji, you have no idea, back then, once your third master passed that test of his conscience..."

"Good heavens! In the heavens and the earth, across the four seas and eight wastelands, whether they are gods and bodhisattvas, or demon immortals and demon lords, as long as they have a name and sufficient cultivation..."

"It's really effective! It's like it's free, it's flooding into my spirit like crazy!"

"The scene! The scale of it!"

The third master's eyes were squinted into slits, his face filled with a blissful reminiscence of the glorious past:

"It's like suddenly having a hundred or so beautiful young ladies of all shapes and sizes, dressed scantily, and incredibly charming, flooding into the most luxurious private room at a karaoke bar!"

He winked at you: "My lord~ choose me, choose me~ I'm good in bed~"

The guy who sways at you: "Sir~ Look here~ I guarantee you'll be satisfied~"

"And then there are those who just come right up to you and rub it in: 'Brother~ I'm the best at serving people~'"

"Surrounding your three masters in the middle, it was a scene of fragrant breezes, soft whispers, and dazzling beauty!"

"You've chosen me, your third master..."

The third master slapped his thigh, his tone reminiscent of Versailles, a Versailles style laced with an air of smugness:

"I'm so overwhelmed by all the choices! I don't know which one to favor... ugh, which one to guide me to!"

"In the end, I had no choice but to close my eyes and pick the one that looked best... Hey, I didn't expect it to actually be such a great dish!"

Master San would recount this glorious history whenever he was in a good mood or during holidays, and each time he would elaborate on the details and exaggerate them more and more.

This led Ji Zuodao to develop a deeply ingrained and somewhat unhealthy understanding of the concept of "condensing a Dharma image" from a young age.

This thing is probably, maybe, perhaps... similar to how ancient emperors chose concubines?

Once you pass the test, a whole bunch of true spirits will line up waiting for your favor, ready to be picked and given whatever you desire.

But right now...

Ji Zuodao looked at his empty spirit platform, which was completely devoid of any spirits.

silent.

Break the defense.

I'm starting to seriously question the meaning of life.

no……

Am I, Ji, really that unwelcome?

Is the market really that bad?

It can't even attract a mediocre or incompetent person?

Even someone as bad as "Ru Hua" would be better!

Ji Zuodao, nineteen years old, was young and gifted, decisive in killing, and his filial piety moved Heaven.

These conditions, in the marriage market...

No, I mean, releasing "True Spirits to Attract the Market"—wouldn't that make him a perfect eligible bachelor? A potential SSR-level catch?

Why is it that when it comes to his place, it's deserted and no one cares, as quiet as an outdated internet celebrity live streaming room?

Just then—

"Buzz..."

The void above the mind rippled very slightly.

Really, just once.

Then, a splash of red.

It appeared quietly.

It wasn't the festive bright red, nor the languid and alluring crimson that the empress wore.

Rather, it is a kind of...

Extremely rich and viscous, as if it had been condensed from billions of years of slaughter and sin, formed from the essence of an endless sea of ​​blood and an indestructible aura of malevolence...

Dark red.

So red it was almost black, so red it made my heart pound.

It just hung there quietly.

It's not big, and it's even a bit inconspicuous.

But the moment it appeared—

"hiss……"

Ji Zuodao's hair stood on end in an instant! Cold sweat instantly soaked his back!

A feeling he had never experienced before, pure to the extreme, seemingly capable of freezing the soul and extinguishing life...

The smell of blood.

and……

Terrifying.

Like an invisible yet tangible cold wave, it instantly swept over his entire mind! It filled every inch of space!

This stench of blood is more ferocious, more malevolent, more ancient, and more... of a higher level than his sea of ​​blood!

How to describe it?

They were the first batch of evil stars to emerge from the beginning of time, the kind that bathed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and whose ancient evil spirits were their snacks!