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

Ten seconds later.

"Director, the photo has been generated and encrypted before being transmitted to Ji Zuodao's equipment."

"very good!"

In the banquet hall, Ji Zuodao's finger stopped at just the right moment.

"Hey! I found it! I actually managed to take a picture of it!"

"Look for yourself!"

He turned his phone screen around and shoved it right in front of those loudest, heretical cultivators.

In the photo, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the exquisite garden.

A large, glossy, and exceptionally handsome dog, clearly possessing some demonic blood, was lazily lying on a warm, smooth jade slab.

The dog bowl was carved from a single piece of jade.

In the basin, there were several fruits that exuded spiritual energy, had an amber-colored sheen on their skin, and were clearly of extraordinary quality.

In the corner of the photo, you can still see half of the Zhou family's unique emblem screen wall.

"This...this..."

The evil cultivator who had been cursing the loudest earlier looked at the photo, then at Ji Zuodao, his mouth agape, making "hoarse" sounds in his throat, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

The other heretical practitioners who had surrounded them also fell silent.

The photos are very "realistic," with impeccable lighting, details, and even the dog's arrogant yet slightly complacent expression.

Adding to the groundwork laid by the previous "showing off spirit stones" photos...

The dam of doubt began to crumble in the face of the torrent of greed and the allure of "pictures to prove it."

"Oh shit……"

A heretical cultivator stared intently at the few spiritual fruits on the screen, the green light in his eyes almost materializing and bursting out of their sockets.

He licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse, carrying a mixture of bewilderment and fervor born from the shock of immense wealth:

"Feeding dogs with millennium-old spiritual fruit..."

"The Zhou family... just how damn rich is the Zhou family...?"

Ji Zuodao timely put his phone away, tucked it back into his pocket, and sighed. His voice wasn't loud, but it was just loud enough for those around him to hear clearly:

"Sigh, those aristocratic families... The meager earnings we poor folks make might not even cover the cost of a dog's food for them."

"However—"

He abruptly changed the subject, his face once again displaying that usual, slightly cynical smile:

"Work still needs to be done, and money still needs to be earned. Even a small amount is still money, right?"

He waved his hand, turned around, and made as if to leave.

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse. Go back and prepare well, try to slaughter a few more, and earn more... dog food money."

He spoke the last three words lightly.

But they were like three red-hot branding irons, fiercely burning the hearts of every heretical practitioner.

Dog food money.

Dog food money!

Screw the dog food money!

Ji Zuodao's words were like a spark falling into a pile of already dried firewood.

With a "boom".

The last vestiges of doubt in the hearts of all the heretical cultivators were completely ignited, burning into a raging inferno called greed.

Working for the Zhou family in exchange for a few spirit stones that are "just enough to feed a beggar"?

Fuck it!

Tens of thousands of spirit stones? Feeding a dog with a thousand-year-old spirit fruit?

Can we swallow this insult?!

This immense wealth is right before our eyes. If we don't seize it, are we still practicing evil cultivation?!

Their already clouded eyes were now completely stained red with greed.

Heavy breathing echoed in the dimly lit banquet hall, making the temperature seem to rise a few degrees.

"Damn it, rob him!"

A heretical cultivator gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl from his throat, his eyes bloodshot:

"If we pull off this job, we'll be set for life!"

"Yeah! Steal it from the hell!"

Fortune favors the bold!

"The bold get rich, the timid starve!"

The flames of greed suddenly rose up, almost burning through the ceiling of the banquet hall.

Ji Zuodao had his back to them, and the wide grin at the corners of his mouth was so big it reached his earlobes.

He squinted, a little bit of joy bubbling up inside him.

Yes, that's it.

Burn it, burn it even brighter.

Burn reason to ashes, and caution to smoke.

However, even the fiercest flames need to be tempered with cold water.

"But……"

A hoarse voice, like a block of ice smashed into a boiling pot of oil, said, "The Zhou family has an ancestor at the Divine Power Realm in charge."

"Buzz—"

The burning fire of greed that had been raging just moments before seemed to have been doused with a bucket of ice water, and with a "whoosh," it extinguished.

The boiling clamor instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The bloodshot eyes quickly cooled, returning to their cloudy state, revealing a lingering, instinctive fear beneath.

Those who are not at the Divine Power Realm cannot defeat him.

This is an ironclad rule forged in the cultivation world with countless drops of blood and corpses.

And where can these rats in the gutter, these evil cultivators who can't stand the light of day, find a powerful figure in the Divine Power Realm to take the blame?

Every single one of the supernatural cultivators who emerged in the country, without exception, is either hiding in some obscure corner or has been driven abroad.

The Great Han Dynasty will not allow such powerful evil cultivators to exist.

Just as despair and cold reason were about to regain the upper hand and completely extinguish the flame of greed.

"cough."

A soft cough.

Ji Zuodao slowly turned around and leisurely raised his hand.

"Um..."

"An ancestor at the Divine Power Realm is a bit troublesome."

"What a coincidence..."

He paused, successfully causing all his heartbeats to skip a beat.

"I happen to have a little gadget passed down from my ancestors. It's said that... it can slightly restrict a cultivator at the Divine Power Realm for a short while."

"..."

Dead silence.

Then came the sound of someone gasping for air.

"What the hell?!"

"You have a magic weapon? One that can deal with someone at the Divine Power Realm?!"

"Really?! Kid, aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?!"

The doubts immediately exploded.

Several gazes, no longer filled with surprise and doubt, instantly transformed into naked, undisguised greed and malice, scrutinizing Ji Zuodao from head to toe, as if weighing a fat sheep that had suddenly revealed a gold brick.

magic weapon?

A magic weapon capable of restricting those at the Divine Power Realm?

This is far more tempting than any spirit stones or spirit fruits!

If it's true... hehe.

Ji Zuodao seemed completely oblivious to the malicious gazes, simply shrugging his shoulders, his smile unchanged, even more sincere than before:

"I'm just kidding, I don't earn any spirit stones, right?"

"However..."

He abruptly changed the subject, extending two fingers, rubbing them together, and making a universally understood gesture.

"This item is a consumable; it's gone after one use."

"So..."

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the few evil cultivators whose eyes held the most hostility:

"After it's done, I'll get a bigger share. After all, I put in a lot of effort, took risks, and even ruined a family heirloom."

"That makes sense, right?"

The moment the words fell.

A chilling, viscous, and terrifying pressure, carrying an aura of carnage like mountains of corpses and seas of blood, spread silently from Ji Zuodao's center, like a tangible tide.

It didn't have any earth-shattering aura, but it instantly turned the faces of the few evil cultivators closest to it pale, as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats, and they staggered back several steps.

The greed and malice in their eyes melted away like snow in the sun, leaving only pure fear.

"Dharma...the Realm of Dharma Form?!"

"Holy crap! This little brat... is this gentleman a Dharma Image?!"

The few who were just thinking about "killing the kid and stealing the magic weapon" suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and their calves were cramping.

The Dharma Aspect Realm is already considered top-tier among this group of evil cultivators!

Ji Zuodao was very satisfied with the effect and slowly withdrew his oppressive aura, as if he had just stretched.

"How about it? Think about it?"

The heretical practitioners exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes darting around.

Doubt, greed, fear, scheming... all sorts of emotions churned in his cloudy eyes.

Looking at the lingering struggle on their faces, Ji Zuodao knew that the final touch was needed to bring the fire to a boil.

He sighed, as if helpless, took out his phone again, and "casually" swiped his thumb across the screen a few times to switch to a newly "freshly baked" photo.

"Well, actually, I discovered it by chance..."

Several hunched-over evil cultivators instinctively followed the gaze.

Then--

"Holy shit!!!"

One sharp-eyed person immediately cracked their voice, their finger trembling as they pointed at the screen, their eyes wide with disbelief, bigger than the spirit stones the Zhou family displayed in the sun.

"That...that's the Azure Scale Heart-Protecting Mirror, right? A top-grade magic artifact! And...you just used it to prop up the bed?!"

"That thing floating in the basin of water over there... is that a Spirit-Nourishing Pill? Damn it, are you just skipping it like a pebble?!"

The photo shows a corner of the Zhou family's inner courtyard.

This time, it was a seemingly inconspicuous storage room.

But the clutter inside is enough to cause any cultivator to have a heart attack.

Magical implements are used to prop up table legs, elixirs are used to infuse water for flowers, and spiritual jade is used as a paperweight...

It was outrageously extravagant and heartbreakingly absurd.

"The Zhou family...the Zhou family..."

One of the heretical cultivators clutched his chest, breathing rapidly as if suffering from angina. "Is this guy fucking rich, or did he get his brain slammed in a door?!"

"Damn it! Who cares!"

The last shred of hesitation vanished completely under the visual impact of this image, where "ritual implements are worse than broken pieces."

"Let's do it!"

"The bold get rich, the timid starve!"

"If someone at the Divine Power Realm can handle us, what's there to be afraid of!"

"Just one quick grab while the chaos is at it! It'll be worth it for my next life!"

Greed is like a volcano that has been dormant for thousands of years, accumulating enough power to erupt with a roar, its lava flowing and burning away all the remnants of reason.

Ji Zuodao looked at the faces that had been completely devoured by greed, leaving only the most primal desire for plunder. He slowly put his phone away and put it back in his pocket.

The smile at the corner of his mouth was so deep it was impossible to fathom.

The fish has taken the bait.

It doesn't just bite the hook.

They've already started figuring out whether to steam or braise them.