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

Ji Zuodao withdrew his Dharma form, stood up, and stretched, his bones cracking and popping like firecrackers.

Damn, it's been so many years since I've meditated this properly; it's hurting my butt.

Alright, that's a wrap! I'm going back to my dorm to lie down and sleep for another five hours.

After finishing my last shift tomorrow, I can finally go on my annual leave!

Wow, getting a proper holiday during Chinese New Year... Is this the joy of having a government job?

Ji Zuodao smugly opened the heavy alloy door of the training room and stepped out—

A wave of heat hit us!

Beneath our feet lies dry, cracked, and charred earth, with flames hissing out of the cracks.

Looking up, all around were bare, dark stone mountains, their peaks spewing pillars of fire.

Holy crap?

Where the hell did this come from?

Ji Zuodao blinked and glanced around. He spotted the smiling Deputy Director Liu and Director Zhang standing side by side in front of him, as if they were waiting for him.

Oh, the Flaming Mountains.

Deputy Director Liu's signature supernatural ability.

Ji Zuodao scratched the back of his head, his face instantly plastered with an innocent and harmless smile, his tone incredibly obedient and sensible:

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Liu, good evening! Are you two taking a stroll after dinner to digest your food?"

Deputy Director Liu stepped forward and slapped Ji Zuodao's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand, the force so strong that it made Ji's knees bend.

His smile was incredibly warm, and his eyes were filled with immense satisfaction, as if he were watching the most promising pig in his own pigsty finally being ready for market.

"Little Ji! Congratulations! Breaking through to the Dharma Aspect Realm is a great achievement! From now on, in our Jinghai 749 Bureau, you'll be considered a high-end combatant, capable of handling things on your own!"

He rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of a hunter eyeing his prey.

"How's it going? Just broke through, itching for a fight? Want to stretch your muscles with Uncle Liu? Let's spar a bit, I'll help you solidify your realm?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao shook his head vigorously, his expression filled with fear, his tone so sincere it could drip honey:

"No, no, no! Uncle Liu! Please spare me!"

"My meager cultivation has only just broken through by chance, and I haven't even warmed up my cultivation level yet. How dare I show my face in front of you two?"

"The Lunar New Year is almost here, and I don't want to be lying in a hospital bed eating dumplings during the holiday—that's so unlucky!"

As he spoke, he took a half step back, clasped his hands together in a gesture of begging for mercy, his whole being screaming, "I'm a coward, I'm a coward, and I'm a coward with a clear conscience."

"..."

Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu exchanged a glance, both seeing deep confusion and a hint of something amiss in each other's eyes.

This reaction...

That's not right!

According to the personality profile of Ji Zuodao submitted by the bureau's psychological expert...

This kid is the typical type who "gives a little sunshine and he'll shine; give him a rocket and he'll dare to swagger."

At this moment, having just broken through to the next level of cultivation, he was bursting with confidence, seeing everyone as a target for sale, and wishing he could shout "Who else is there?" on the spot—a high-intensity period of adolescent angst.

According to the script, at this moment he should be looking down on everyone, saying in a disdainful tone, "I'm not targeting anyone in particular, I'm saying that everyone here is trash," and then actively begging to be beaten.

How come you're so smooth with your cowardice now? So genuine? So self-aware?

How am I supposed to beat him up now?

That's right, beat him up.

This is the old tradition, the old craft, and the old ways of life in the Qi cultivation circle.

The reason is simple: the feeling of breaking through from the Spirit Palace Realm to the Dharma Aspect Realm is completely different from any previous realm advancement.

It was a leap in the essence of life, a qualitative change in the level of power.

It's like an ordinary person who was riding a bicycle yesterday, and today suddenly finds himself sitting in a Gundam cockpit, holding a button that can blow up stars.

Ninety-nine point nine percent of newly appointed Dharma Masters will experience varying degrees of overwhelming self-confidence at this stage.

Commonly known as: getting carried away.

Everyone seems like a noob, and even the sky seems a bit inferior.

If left unchecked, it could easily lead to a tragedy where "a newly promoted Dharma Master challenges the sect's patriarch and is hung on the mountain gate and blown into dried meat."

At times like these, we need kind, warm-hearted, and helpful senior experts who can use their rich life experience and solid physics foundation to explain things in a considerate, meticulous, and easy-to-understand way…

Let's help these newbies, who've just gotten carried away after "piloting a Gundam," to get to know each other again—

What does it mean that "Gundam also has different models"?

What does it mean when it says, "Your Gundam might be a 9.9 yuan (including shipping) youth version from Pinduoduo"?

And most importantly, what does it mean that "the senior's Gundam is a limited edition with full-body + 20 pay-to-win"?

Commonly known as: education of love, physical sobering up, and curbing arrogance.

Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu were here today to be the caring seniors.

After the sparring session, he had already thought of several different comments, such as "It's good that young people are energetic, but they should also guard against arrogance and impetuosity" or "The application of the power of the Dharma form is still immature and needs more practice."

But right now...

Ji Zuodao's reaction is completely off-script!

This humility, this sincerity, this unassuming attitude of "I just want to go home and eat dumplings"...

Not right.

Nine out of ten things are not right.

This kid...could it be that he guessed their plans?

Or perhaps, breaking through the Dharma form smoothed out even one's temperament?

Zhang Yucheng stroked his chin, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Deputy Director Liu clenched his fists, eager to try but also somewhat at a loss for where to exert his strength.

The scene fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

Only the roaring of the surrounding Flaming Mountains and Ji Zuodao's innocent face, which seemed to be filled with a "well-behaved" expression, remained in silent confrontation.

Is Ji Zuodao the kind of person who is humble, cautious, and knows how to hide his talents?

That's definitely not the case!

The psychological analysis of Ji Zuodao by Bureau 749 was incredibly accurate.

However, the report may have overlooked one point, or rather, one point that cannot be quantified—

Ji Zuodao, he's learned his lesson!

Moreover, it's a lesson learned through blood and tears, etched into the soul, and so profound that it becomes a conditioned reflex—a lesson that will stay with you forever!

Why would someone like Ji Zuodao need to wait until the Dharma Aspect Realm to become arrogant?

His delusion that "everyone here is trash" came on earlier than adolescence!

Looking back, he felt he had mastered his divine skills as soon as he broke through to the Spirit Sea realm.

The burning sensation of "power flowing through my body," the surging feeling of "only today do I realize who I am," kept him awake at night.

All he does all day is think about pulling off a big heist to prove that he's no longer the pushover he used to be.

Opportunity can come unexpectedly.

It was a sunny afternoon. Master San, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, hummed a little tune as he strolled leisurely towards the outhouse on the back hill.

Humans have three urgent needs, even immortals need to poop... uh, it's about regulating the yin and yang in the body.

Ji Zuodao, who was hiding behind the rock, suddenly had his eyes light up!

A golden opportunity! A once-in-a-lifetime chance!

If we don't act now, when will we?!

He could almost picture himself defeating his opponent with a single move, pinning his third master to the ground, then stepping on his chest and declaring with domineering power—

The glorious scene of "Third Master, times have changed! From now on, I'll be in charge of the mountain, and you'll be in charge of washing socks!"

The liberated serfs sing songs of triumph! Never underestimate the poor youth!

Rinse it!

And so, at that crucial moment when the wheels of history were rolling forward, Ji Zuodao made his move!

His movements were like a ghost, his attacks like lightning. He unleashed a strike that combined all his life's skills and ambitions, aiming directly at his third master's unsuspecting Pi Yanzi.

The angle was perfect! The timing was flawless! The momentum was overwhelming!