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

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow, secretly praising: Wow, Director Lin's style is something else, he's got that domineering, uncompromising attitude of Uncle Zhang.

He looked up and saw several black dots tearing through the clouds on the distant horizon, approaching at an alarming speed.

Its aura was undisguised, magnificent and imposing; even from a distance, one could feel the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm.

Ji Zuodao clicked his tongue, his tone revealing a hint of novelty, as if he were enjoying watching a good show:

"Tsk tsk, seven patriarchs at the Divine Power Realm have come out in full force; are they here to force us to resign?"

"How arrogant. If this were in Jinghai, those old patriarchs would be preparing lavish gifts, looking mournful, and lining up at the entrance of 749 to beg for forgiveness."

Director Lin squinted at the approaching black dots, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and a chilling smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Normally, I always try to be considerate of them, show them respect, and give them a friendly look..."

"These shameless bastards, do they really think they're some kind of wild wolves howling in the mountains?"

"Okay."

"Today, I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget—"

"In Caiyun, dragons have to coil up before me, and tigers have to lie down before me."

"If you're a dog, you have to learn to tuck your tail between your legs and guard the house!"

"Hey, Director Lin."

Ji Zuodao took a half step closer, his hand already silently reaching for the human skin pouch at his waist. A genuinely sincere yet wicked smile spread across his face, and his voice was hushed so low that only the two of them could hear him:

"Judging by their demeanor, they're up to no good. Should we lend a hand? I have some hidden gems up my sleeve."

He gently stroked the rough surface of the human skin bag with his fingers. Inside was a special human skin—the skin of the Third Master.

That old gambler had a lot of bad habits, but the phrase "accepting defeat when you gamble" was ingrained in his bones.

This human skin was the prize that Ji Zuodao won most satisfyingly at a card table one time.

"Why don't we join forces and keep all seven of these old coffins? After it's done, we'll split their assets fifty-fifty, how about that?"

"..."

Director Lin turned his head and looked at Ji Zuodao's face, which was full of excitement that seemed to say "we're going to pull off a big heist." Veins were bulging on his forehead, and he was speechless.

He believes.

He truly believed that Ji Zuodao had the ability and the courage.

Could they swallow up the seven great families of Caiyun in one go?

Isn't this kid afraid of having such a big appetite that he'll burst?!

Zhang Yucheng had been operating in Jinghai for so many years, and his power was deeply entrenched, yet no one dared to openly "seize the land from the rich and distribute it to the poor."

Goodness, this kid really dares to dream!

If other people knew, they would think that 749 was about to start a revolution!

"You can rest now."

Director Lin spat out a few words through gritted teeth and waved his hand dismissively.

"There's no need to be... so radical."

"Alright."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao's face immediately showed undisguised and immense regret. He reluctantly withdrew his hand from the human skin bag and muttered under his breath:

"Sigh, I just missed out on getting rich overnight... Oh well, I'll find some time later to flatter the Empress more often, the effect will probably be about the same."

"If that's the case—"

Ji Zuodao quickly adjusted his mindset, put on that harmless smile again, and took two steps back decisively, making a "please" gesture.

"Then I'll wait and see Director Lin display his prowess."

He crossed his arms with a smile, striking a pose as if he were intently watching a show.

Those who can hold the position of director of the 749 Bureau of a province are no ordinary people.

He wanted to see what Director Lin, who was usually so measured and respectable, was like when he got ruthless.

Above the sky, seven figures stood in mid-air, their robes fluttering, exuding extraordinary power. They were none other than the Divine Power Realm ancestors of the other seven great families of Caiyun.

At this moment, however, the expressions on these seven usually dignified and respected old faces were not good, as if they had just swallowed a live fly.

Having lived for so many years, I've long since become a shrewd person; no one is a fool.

The Zhou family was inexplicably slaughtered by a horde of evil cultivators; this whole affair was suspicious.

The live stream that 749 organized was even more bizarre—it was bizarre to the extreme!

What kind of "accidental discovery" or "revealing the truth" is that?

It was clearly a rehearsed script, just waiting to expose the filth in the Zhou family's basement to all the Qi cultivators in the world!

And then there was that final scene where "other family heads led a coup, strongly demanding the show be taken off the air"...

"Damn it! That bastard Lin Wubing is such a good actor! He made me beat up my boss, it's all his fault!"

"Exactly! They dumped such a huge mess on us without even asking! It's so unethical! Have they no regard for the rules of the game?"

Despite their anger and their cursing, they all knew in their hearts: times have changed.

In the past, such matters would be handled behind closed doors, with each party exchanging favors and giving each other a way out, and the matter could always be glossed over.

But now the internet is so advanced that once a live stream starts, everyone in the industry is watching, and things simply can't be covered up.

Public opinion has exploded. In the eyes of Qi cultivators, these families are now basically birds of a feather with the Zhou family, and their reputations have been ruined.

"We can't let this go!" a gaunt old man with a sinister face said in a deep voice. "We have to find Lin Wubing and demand an explanation! At the very least, we have to make him suppress what's going on and prevent the fire from spreading to us."

"Yes, let's go together! Put pressure on them!" Another fat old man nodded.

"I doubt Lin Wubing would dare to completely break ties with all seven of us at the same time. When the time comes, we'll compensate where necessary, negotiate where necessary, and talk things out slowly, just like before. Anyway, this Lin guy... has always been easy to talk to."

The group quickly reached a consensus, feeling that they were very confident.

After all, the law does not punish the masses, especially when seven families joined forces.

Thus, the seven powerful auras, no longer concealed, pressed down towards the ruins of the Zhou family, like seven moving mountains.

His posture was perfectly controlled—it displayed strength while leaving room for conversation.

Before long, the ruins of the Zhou family's house came into view.

From afar, they saw Director Lin standing alone, hands behind his back, quietly at the highest point of the ruins, the hem of his black trench coat swaying slightly in the wind.

The elders adjusted their posture, preparing to land first as is customary, then bow and exchange pleasantries such as "Director Lin, you've worked hard" and "The Zhou family is unfortunate," to ease the atmosphere before planning what to do next.

They're familiar with the process; haven't they always done it this way?

However, just as they were about to land, and their polite smiles were only halfway up their lips—

"boom--!!!"

From the ruins below, a violent, ferocious, and terrifying aura, seemingly originating from ancient times and the wilderness, suddenly surged into the sky without warning!

Dust and gravel exploded and flew everywhere!

A colossal Dharma image, as large as a mountain, rose from the ground!

His robes were stained with blood, his face was indigo blue like a ghost, his hair was crimson red like fire, his huge mouth had menacing fangs, and a third vertical pupil was growing on his forehead, which was now wide open and glaring angrily, radiating ferocity!

After the Dharma form appeared, it didn't stop. Its body was filled with blood-red light, and it instantly transformed into three ferocious heads and six muscular arms!

Each arm holds a magical artifact, such as a sword, a seal, a bell, a banner, an umbrella, or a elixir...

A dazzling light surrounded it, while a murderous aura soared to the heavens!

Then--

Not a single word wasted.

There was not a single word of small talk.

That three-headed, six-armed, and fierce-looking Dharma image swung all six arms and crushed down on its head!

"Holy crap?!"

"Lin Wubing, you..."

"No sportsmanship!!"

The seven Divine Power Realm elders were completely stunned, their minds going blank.

They anticipated that Director Lin would shirk responsibility, argue, and bargain; they even considered that he might take a hard line...

But they never dreamed that this man surnamed Lin would skip even the pleasantries and directly choose the simplest, most direct, and least typical way of communicating—

Get right up close and unleash your ultimate attack!

In the rush, the seven only had time to raise their protective spiritual light and use their personal magical artifacts to block.

"BOOM—!!!"

The deafening roar and the shockwave, like a tsunami, swept through the Zhou family ruins, completely blasting away the already crumbling remains.

The seven figures, who were originally ethereal and otherworldly, were like seven balls being blasted with all their might. Amidst the dust and shattered precious light, they were sent flying backward, falling to the ground in a disheveled state, carving several long furrows in the earth.

The scene was deathly silent.

Only that terrifying three-headed, six-armed deity still stands in the center of the ruins.

Three pairs of eyes, six gazes, coldly looked down at the seven disheveled, bewildered old ancestors below.