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

then……

And that was the end of it.

The third master didn't even turn around.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he casually reached behind him and grabbed Ji Zuodao's wrist, which was halfway out and full of power, as if he were catching a chick.

"Click."

A crisp, teeth-grinding sound—the sound of a wrist bone dislocating.

The ecstasy, ambition, and anticipation for the future on Ji Zuodao's face froze instantly, then shattered into dust.

He stiffly raised his head and met the face of his third master as he slowly turned around.

"You little brat..."

The third master spoke, his voice not loud, and even without much inflection, yet it chilled Ji Zuodao to the bone.

"You've got guts now, huh?"

"You dare to ambush your master?"

"Still trying to ambush Piyanzi?"

"It seems that I am too kind and gentle, which has given you some unrealistic fantasies."

That day, the crooked old tree on the back hill made its most "glorious" appearance in its life.

Ji Zuodao was stripped down to his underwear and hung upside down on a tree branch, fluttering in the wind like a salted fish waiting to be dried.

The third master somehow found an old, elastic rattan whip soaked in medicinal oil.

"Today, your teacher will tighten your skin and also tighten your brain that's about to fly to the sky."

"Snapped!"

"This lash is a punishment for your disrespect!"

"Snapped!"

"This lash is to punish you for your lack of skill and your reckless daring!"

"Snapped!"

"This lash... you chose the wrong time to strike! You ruined my pooping mood!"

"Ouch—!!! Master, I was wrong! I was really wrong! My butt! My butt is going to be ruined!"

"Shut up! Hold it in! What are you waiting for? Getting cocky, huh? I'll help you vent your anger today!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap..."

The shrill whistling of the whip cutting through the air, mixed with Ji Zuodao's screams that went from high-pitched to mournful and then to dying, echoed for a long time in the back mountain.

That day, Master San snapped three of the old rattan whips in his hands.

When Ji Zuodao was put down, he was no longer recognizable as a human.

His buttocks were swollen bigger than his head, and his eyes held a look of shock and fear, as if he had survived a near-death experience.

From that day on, Ji Zuodao developed a chronic illness.

On a psychological level.

The common saying is: stress.

The symptoms manifest as follows: whenever the strength increases, just as a faint spark of hope, "I think I can do it again," rises in my heart...

In my mind, the perspective of that day on the old tree on the back mountain, swaying in the wind, and the background music of "crackling" sounds will automatically play in high definition, lossless, and Dolby Atmos.

Then, the flame went out with a "poof".

Completely extinguished.

It's cleaner than if a fire extinguisher had been used.

Therefore, now that he has broken through to the Dharma Aspect Realm and his life level has truly leaped forward, he should logically be at the peak of his expansion...

Ji Zuodao felt a chill on the back of his neck, and his gluteus maximus tightened slightly as if by reflex.

My mind is filled with only the simplest and most unadorned wish:

"Stay calm, don't be reckless."

"Hold on, and you can win."

"Behave yourself and go home to eat dumplings."

What do you mean, "Everyone here is trash"?

nonexistent.

As the saying goes, the arm can never twist the thigh.

No matter how many times Ji Zuodao repeated the words "humility and eagerness to learn," "respect for the elderly and love for the young," and "harmonious society," it was all in vain.

Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu are absolutely determined to make this decision today, like a turtle eating a weight.

That attitude clearly said, "You're going to get a beating this time, even if Heaven comes, it can't stop you, I'm telling you."

In the end, Ji Zuodao also gave up, his shoulders slumped, and he sighed resignedly.

Fine.

Let them fight.

Zhang Yucheng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the fiery mountain in the distance. With a sigh, he began to reminisce about past hardships and present joys, offering his own personal account:

"Little Ji, Uncle Zhang has something to say to you from the bottom of his heart."

"Back then, when I broke through to the Dharma Aspect Realm, I was young, impetuous, and ignorant."

"Unfortunately, I was unlucky at that time and didn't meet any kind seniors who were willing to put aside their pride and personally help me 'correct my attitude and recognize my position'."

"And the result?"

Zhang Yucheng spread his hands, his expression one of utter heartache and regret:

"They've gotten too cocky! They've completely gotten too cocky!"

They look down on everyone else, acting like they own the whole of Jinghai!

"What did he end up like? A local tyrant in Beijing! A road of no return."

He patted Ji Zuodao on the shoulder and spoke frankly:

"Fortunately, I was later recruited by the state and joined the 749th Regiment, which put me on the right path of serving the people."

"Otherwise, given my behavior back then, who knows when the 'anti-gang and anti-crime' campaign would have struck me on the head and sent me to some desolate place to dig sand!"

Beside him, Deputy Director Liu crossed his arms, nodded repeatedly, and added as needed, his tone full of the wisdom of someone who had been through it all:

"Old Zhang is right!"

"Take your Uncle Liu for example, back when I first broke through to the Dharma Aspect stage, I was pretty cocky too!"

"And then? Old Zhang seized the opportunity to give me a friendly, in-depth, and comprehensive exchange and guidance."

Deputy Director Liu rubbed a spot that still seemed to be throbbing slightly, and grinned.

"That beating was really effective! It made me feel great all over and my mind was clear. I immediately understood how high the sky was, how thick the earth was, and how much I was worth."

"That's why you, Uncle Liu, made steady progress and eventually became the deputy director."

"Xiao Ji, you're a promising talent in our bureau, a future deputy director in the making! You're the hope of Jinghai 749!"

"You should heed the lessons your Uncle Zhang taught you!"

"You deserve the same beating your Uncle Liu received!"

"What do you call this? This is the warmth of the organization! This is the care of our seniors! This is the principle of sharing the benefits!"

Ji Zuodao listened to the two of them, reminiscing about the glorious past and outlining a bright future, but the central theme was the same—

This beating is for your own good, it's tradition, it's a benefit, and it's an essential step for you to become a mature Dharma Master and a future leader!

There's no escaping it, no way to escape it, and we have to accept it with gratitude.

Ji Zuodao's lips twitched as he looked at the sincere "for your own good" expressions on his two uncles' faces, and the barely suppressed eagerness in their eyes.

He remained silent for a full three seconds.

Finally, he took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and nodded as if resigned to his fate.

"Okay... then."

"Since both uncles have said so, and things have come to this point..."

"If I refuse again, it would seem like I don't know how to be virtuous, don't understand the rules, and let down the organization that has nurtured me."

He stretched his wrists and ankles, twisted his neck, and the forced smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a sly glint in his eyes.

"Then... I will respectfully comply."

"To keep you two uncles company..."

"Want to stretch a bit?"

"It also allows me, a newly appointed Dharma Master, to familiarize myself with the path and assess my own abilities."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Zuodao's aura subtly changed.

Although still restrained, the immense magical power that had just broken through and was not yet fully tamed was like a ferocious beast about to awaken, spreading a heart-palpitating ripple in the scorching space of the Flaming Mountain.

Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu exchanged a glance, both seeing the smile in each other's eyes.

Hmm, that's right.

This kid, he can't hide his reckless spirit after all.

"That's more like it!"

Deputy Director Liu laughed heartily, and flames erupted around him, making him appear like a god of fire.

"Come! Let Uncle Liu see how well your newly created Dharma image fares!"

Zhang Yucheng smiled, put his hands behind his back, and floated back several feet, giving up the battlefield. His voice was gentle but carried an undeniable authority:

"Go ahead and do it without hesitation."

"Let me see the future high-end combat capabilities of our Jinghai 749 Bureau..."

"So, what is its quality?"

Inside the Flaming Mountain, heat waves surged, and the will to fight quietly rose.