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

"If Daoist Master is that powerful, then he must be the leader of the evil cultivators! He must be our boss!"

"Boss! Boss!"

Some of the heretical practitioners simply started calling themselves "boss".

Immediately afterwards, dozens of people started shouting as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and the noise almost lifted the remaining roof tiles.

In the chaos, some clever little devil actually found a bright yellow robe in some corner, still smelling musty, and presented it to Ji Zuodao as if it were a treasure.

"Oh dear, this won't do, this won't do... Oh dear, you've really put me in a terrible situation!"

Ji Zuodao declined verbally, but his hands didn't waste a single moment.

He stretched out his arm and turned his body.

The yellow robe, which was neither new nor old and had the patina of time, was draped smoothly over his body, and surprisingly, the size was barely acceptable.

He cleared his throat, straightened his collar, and gestured with his hands to indicate that everyone should be quiet.

He really does have the air of a mountain king ascending the throne.

"Gentlemen! Thank you for your kind invitation! Since you all trust me, I, Ji Zuodao, will gladly accept your offer today!"

"From now on, we'll share both good times and bad! Together, brothers, we'll grow bigger and stronger, creating even greater glories!"

"oh--!!!"

The evil cultivators listened with fervor, their faces flushed and necks bulging, wishing they could immediately follow their new leader to tear a hole in the sky.

"Boss!"

The blue-faced evil cultivator stepped forward, pointing at Zhou Qing, who was almost reduced to a skeleton on the tree, his face a mixture of admiration and annoyance.

"That Zhou guy's got a damn tough tongue! Almost two thousand cuts and he hasn't uttered a single word! Damn, I didn't realize he was such a hard-hearted guy!"

"I'll fucking break your leg bone!"

Zhou Qing was so upset that she barely had the strength to cry anymore. She felt incredibly wronged.

He was pampered since childhood, with delicate skin and tender flesh. When Lao Liu made his first cut, he felt as if he wanted to rip his heart out and show it to them.

He wanted to say it too!

The crucial point is, how the hell did he know that the Zhou family had never possessed enough spirit stones to pave a football field?

Where would you find enough thousand-year-old spiritual fruits to feed your watchdogs?

But looking at the group of evil cultivators around him, each one so confident and certain, as if they had witnessed and experienced it firsthand...

Zhou Qing was in a daze.

He even started to have some self-doubt.

Could it be that my Zhou family is actually incredibly wealthy, but I am simply too low-level to know?

Could it be that my whole family is putting on an act? Actually, there are eighteen secret chambers beneath the warehouse, where spirit stones are piled up like mountains and spirit fruits have rotted into mud?

Otherwise, how can we explain the crazy, relentless pursuit of treasure by these ruthless individuals?

The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.

"Ancestor... Ancestor..."

With her last ounce of strength, Zhou Qing turned her head, tears streaming down her face, to look at Zhou Mu, who was being dragged along like a dead dog on the ground, and pleaded weakly:

"I...I really can't hold on any longer...Please, have mercy and tell these gentlemen...As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn..."

Zhou Mu, who was lying on the ground and was barely breathing, suddenly rolled his eyes back and made a strange "hoarse" sound in his throat when he heard this. He almost died of anger.

You idiot! Utterly foolish!

Still don't understand?

These brainless idiots are clearly being used as pawns!

The one stirring up trouble behind the scenes is almost certainly that little bastard who dragged his father along and now acts all high and mighty, wearing a yellow robe!

Just then, a weasel-faced evil cultivator who hadn't gotten his hands on the whip earlier suddenly lit up in his small eyes, as if he had found a new breakthrough.

He darted forward and swung his arm in a wide arc—

"Snapped!"

A solid slap landed on Zhou Qing's face, which already had hardly any good flesh left.

Several bloody teeth flew out with a thud.

After finishing his attack, the evil cultivator didn't even glance at Zhou Qing, who was seeing stars and bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Instead, he bent down, bared his teeth at the dying Zhou Qing on the ground, and said in a vicious voice:

"You old fool! Did you hear that? Your little brat's practically dead!"

"Be smart and tell me now! Which mouse hole are you hiding the treasure in?"

"If you keep talking back, believe me, I'll skin him alive right in front of you!"

Zhou Qing: "???"

He was stunned, completely stunned.

My face was burning with pain, my mouth was filled with a salty, metallic taste, and my head was buzzing.

no……

My friend, isn't there something wrong with your logic?

The ancestor knows the secret, go ahead and hit him!

Why did you hit me?!

"Whoa—!!"

Zhou Qing could no longer hold back; her mental defenses completely collapsed under this utterly illogical slap.

She immediately burst into tears, looking as aggrieved as a 300-pound child:

"Waaah... Ancestor knows... You hit him... Why... Why did you hit me, you piece of trash..."

The sound was pitiful, and to those who heard it... well, anyway, the evil cultivators found it quite entertaining.

"Alright, you guys continue the interrogation. I'm going to check the warehouse again. Where's the warehouse?"

Ji Zuodao waved his hand, his gaze casually sweeping towards the depths of the inner courtyard.

"Boss, that's it, just turn right and go all the way to the end!"

Immediately, a heretical practitioner eagerly pointed out the way, then scratched his head.

"But the brothers have already searched the area thoroughly. There are plenty of good stuff, but we haven't found enough spirit stones to pave the entire sports field. We've only found a handful of thousand-year-old spirit herbs and fruits. This is strange; they've hidden them really well!"

As he spoke, the evil cultivator pulled a bulging storage bag from his robes, held it with both hands, and presented it to Ji Zuodao with an extremely sincere and obsequious smile:

"Boss, this is your share. The brothers saved it all for you; the best stuff is here! Would you like to take a look?"

Ji Zuodao took the storage bag and casually weighed it in his hand.

It's quite substantial, with subtle brilliance; at first glance, it certainly seems very sincere.

But he knew exactly what was going on.

At this moment, every single one of these dozens of evil cultivators present has far more money in their pockets than in this bag.

Maybe what's in this bag is what they didn't pick out.

Why is Ji Zuodao so certain?

Oh.

They're all ancient foxes, why are they playing these ghost stories here?

If it were Ji Zuodao, he wouldn't leave anyone a single hair; he'd probably even have to figure out how to get someone to contribute even more.

"Well done, you put your heart into it."

Ji Zuodao's smile remained unchanged as he casually stuffed the storage bag into his robes, showing no intention of even looking at it.

To be calculating?

No need.

Anyway, none of these "filial sons and grandsons" will be able to escape later.

What they're putting into their pockets now will eventually have to be returned with interest, so why rush it now?

"Keep a close eye on this old man."

He kicked Zhou Mu, who was lying paralyzed on the ground, with his toe and gave instructions to the evil cultivators around him.

"You might have missed some secret passages or mechanisms while searching the storeroom. I'll go take another look."

"Oh, right, that old geezer still owes me twenty top-quality Divine Power Realm skins. They're incredibly valuable until the debt is paid off. If I lose them, or accidentally kill them..."

"I'll have no choice but to use the skins of your bodies to settle the debt."

The words, spoken with a smile, caused the temperature in the courtyard to plummet.

The group of evil cultivators who had just been shouting "Our boss is mighty!" suddenly shivered, feeling a chill run down their spines.

"Don't worry, boss! I'll keep a close eye on it! I'll keep a very tight watch!"

"Yes! You'll hold us responsible if you lose a layer of oily skin!"

Ji Zuodao nodded in satisfaction, ignoring them, and stuffed his hands into the sleeves of his ill-fitting bright yellow robe. Humming an off-key tune, he strolled towards the storeroom.

It's about time to close the net.