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

Ji Zuodao stood at the entrance of the banquet hall, his gaze slowly sweeping over the fifty-odd faces, some contorted and others numb.

My heart was surging with emotion.

I used to think of these heretical cultivators as fellow practitioners and rivals.

Now?

Now, looking at it again under the official guise of 749—

How could this be considered evil cultivation?

These are over fifty walking First-Class Merits!

If I get them all, forget about promotions and raises; I could even drag Uncle Zhang off his chair after the New Year and sit in it myself.

No, what does it mean to be the bureau chief?

If you're going to be in a position, be the ultimate bureau chief.

Sigh, I'm getting ahead of myself, but thinking about it isn't illegal.

Ji Zuodao's smile grew even brighter and more sincere.

He lifted his foot and strolled over to the familiar faces in the banquet hall who had given him particularly "unlucky" looks earlier.

As I walked, I kept thinking: Hmm, where have I seen these faces before?

Before he even got close enough...

"bass--!"

The thin, bony old man with high cheekbones, who was closest to him and wrapped in a dirty Taoist robe, suddenly stood up as if he had a spring under his buttocks.

The movement was so forceful that it knocked over a half-cup of scarlet liquid on a small table next to it, spilling it all over the floor and filling the air with a fishy smell.

The old man, however, paid no heed. His cloudy old eyes were fixed on Ji Zuodao, who was approaching. His cheek muscles twitched a few times, and he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, carrying a thick, unyielding sense of gloom:

"Ji Zuodao?"

"It really is you!"

His voice suddenly rose, cracking slightly:

"Damn it! What a rotten bastard! If I'd known you were coming, I wouldn't have come!"

After saying that, the old man turned around without hesitation, and with a brisk pace that didn't match his thin frame, he rushed to the door, opened it, and disappeared outside.

Clean and efficient, without any hesitation or fuss.

Ji Zuo said: "..."

He stopped in his tracks, looking completely bewildered.

Dude, what do you mean?

Is he channeling Lin Daiyu? And saying things like, "If I'd known you were coming, I wouldn't have come"?

Are we that close? Did I dig up your ancestral grave?

His dazed state lasted less than two seconds.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Seven more people stood up from different corners.

There was that glamorous woman with pale makeup, a mysterious guest shrouded in a black robe, and two people dressed in suits looking quite respectable...

The seven people moved in unison, not even glancing at Ji Zuodao, nor paying attention to the surprised looks from the other evil cultivators around them, and walked silently toward the door.

As they passed by Ji Zuodao, who was frozen in place, the seven of them, with remarkable tacit understanding, all simultaneously—

"Pah! What bad luck!"

He spat seven times, precisely onto the carpet at Ji Zuodao's feet.

Then, without looking back, he pushed open the door and disappeared.

The entire set of movements flowed smoothly, as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

The expressions of disgust on their faces were exactly the same.

It was as if Ji Zuodao wasn't a person, but a walking mass of 800-year-old, fermenting garbage.

Ji Zuodao stood there, blinking, looking down at the seven wet patches at his feet, then looking up at the closed gate again.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his face.

no……

Have I become so hated by everyone and even dogs?

Is the reputation of the heretical cultivation community really that bad?

The crucial point is that the net hasn't been cast yet, the bait hasn't been put on, and the fish haven't even started biting...

Eight of them ran away first!

These eight still look quite fat!

Ji Zuodao felt an intense pain in his heart, as if someone were slowly stabbing his kidneys with a dull knife.

These are all first-class merit awards! It's Zhang Shu's bureau chief position that's weeping! It's his dream of becoming a future emperor emeritus that's shattering!

at the same time.

In the monitoring room of the Caiyun 749 branch.

Director Lin stared at the eight figures on the split screen who filed out and dispersed in different directions from the hotel without looking back, his eyes not even moving.

He simply picked up the intercom at hand and pressed the call button:

"Attention, all outer perimeter groups."

"Eight lone fish have emerged, scattered in all directions. The coordinates have been synchronized with the surveillance cameras."

"Deal with it according to the plan. Be quick and efficient, don't make too much noise and disturb the fishing inside."

"yes!"

A few short, forceful replies came through the walkie-talkie.

Director Lin put down the walkie-talkie and looked back at the main screen.

In the scene, Ji Zuodao is still standing in the center of the somewhat empty banquet hall, touching his face, looking confused and pained, as if wondering, "What did I do wrong?"

Director Lin's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile as he picked up a new cigarette and lit it.

As the smoke rose, he shook his head slightly and muttered a curse under his breath:

Just how bad is this kid's reputation within the unorthodox cultivation circle?

"But it's alright."

He took a drag of his cigarette and squinted.

"At least no one will doubt his identity. Bad luck is a kind of seniority, and disdain is a kind of prestige."

In the banquet hall.

The remaining forty-odd evil cultivators now looked at him with a completely different gaze.

From initial vigilance, scrutiny, indifference...

It turned into naked, undisguised astonishment and fear.

It was enough to make eight ruthless figures, who were considered prominent and notorious in the evil cultivation circle, flee without uttering a single word upon meeting them.

Before running, they all spat out a curse as a sign of bad luck...

What kind of plague god is this?

How many outrageous and immoral "achievements" must one have committed in the heretical cultivation circle to accumulate such a "remarkable" reputation?

Ji Zuodao's reputation for being "unlucky" didn't just fall from the sky.

That was something he built himself, brick by brick, when he was fifteen and went down the mountain to "smash the kiln".

At first, he also tried robbing ordinary people.

But then I thought—what could an ordinary family possibly have?

A few melons and dates wouldn't even be enough to fill his teeth.

The rare items, unorthodox materials, and cultivation resources he wanted... where would ordinary people get them?

They're all pocketed by their peers!

Then Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up, and a plan came to mind:

Go find someone in the same industry to team up with!

Although he was young at the time, he was incredibly skilled, and it was clear that he had mastered the unorthodox techniques.

After some thought, the group of evil cultivators decided to take the kid on their journey, as he would be a helpful asset. They figured they could just give him a small share of the spoils and send him on his way once the mission was accomplished.

More people, more effort.

They have a very nice idea.

But they didn't expect that Ji Zuodao, despite his young age, had used all his cunning for crooked purposes.

They are glib and lazy when working;

When it came to dividing the spoils, they wouldn't budge an inch and would argue and make unreasonable demands.

That's one thing, but it's an unorthodox practice.

The key is that this guy betrays his teammates so smoothly and naturally, without any psychological burden.

While others were fighting tooth and nail, he was plotting how to use underhanded tactics and sneak attacks.

The first evil sect to accept Ji Zuodao was pretty ruthless, but after they pulled off their heist, they still maintained a semblance of "honor among thieves."

At least they were still thinking of giving Ji Zuodao a small share to shut him up.

But Ji Zuodao never even considered dividing the spoils.

He was thinking of taking everything down with him.

Not only did they take all the meat from the pot, but they also had to make the people who set up the pot and started the fire pay extra for firewood.

Commonly known as: Black eats black.

They eat the client's food, then the service provider's; they eat their teammates, then their opponents.

Finally, wipe your mouth and give me a harmless smile:

"Thank you all for your support. Please invite me again next time there's something like this!"

After pulling off more than a dozen such job...

Ji Zuodao's name finally spread within a small circle of heretical cultivators.

It's not a reputation.

It smells bad.

It stinks so badly that those who smell it turn pale and avoid it at all costs.

Some people refused to believe it and felt they had been tricked by a junior, so they gathered a group of people to "demand an explanation."

I don't know if I got an explanation or not.

In any case, not long after, Ji Zuodao had a few more human skins in the human skin bag at his waist.

Since then, the term "Ji Zuodao" has been automatically replaced by another term in the mouths of the small group of heretical cultivators who knew the truth:

unlucky.

Walking brings bad luck.

It's the kind of thing that brings bad luck to whoever gets involved with it, and that causes financial loss to whoever touches it.