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

Ji Zuodao's move made not only Wang Teng, but even the investigators who were used to bloodshed, subconsciously swallow hard.

They knew this newcomer was ruthless and unscrupulous, so they were prepared.

But to watch with my own eyes as a living person is slowly and meticulously, like peeling an overly supple asparagus, inch by inch, pulled out that glistening white vertebral bone, still attached to blood vessels and a white membrane, from the back of the neck…

The combined visual and psychological impact sent chills down the spines of these men who had lived a life of violence, and made their scalps tingle.

The most fucking weird thing is—

When this kid did this, his face showed no ferocity whatsoever; instead, it was flushed with a faint, almost shy blush.

The smile at the corner of his mouth was clean, pure, and even carried a hint of the joy of a young person receiving a beloved toy.

In the dimly lit, blood-soaked room, that smile was so bright... it was absolutely terrifying!

Several young investigators with slightly weaker mental fortitude were already experiencing leg cramps.

"No! I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!"

As Ji Zuodao approached, clutching the trembling spine still warm from his father's touch, Wang Teng's mind finally—

With a "snap," the string called "reason" snapped completely.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer, ahhhhhh!!!"

He collapsed to the ground, frantically kicking and rubbing backward with his hands and feet, the soaked fabric of his pants leaving foul-smelling water stains on the ground.

Tears and snot streamed down his face, his voice was hoarse and distorted, filled with the terror of collapse.

"Aunt Bai... is... is a shaman! Behind her is a white fairy who has achieved great cultivation!"

"Six months ago... she came to my door and said... she could help me unlock my cultivation potential... on the condition that I offer her blood offerings every month..."

"No...not only did she eat it...she forced me to eat it too...saying that only in this way could we 'use blood to guide qi' and open up the acupoints..."

"At first I didn't believe it... but after eating it for a few days, I really did become stronger, faster, and could jump higher... so I... so I believed it!"

"But...but...the acupoints are still completely blocked, there's no movement at all! I went to ask Aunt Bai, and she said...the medicine isn't strong enough, we need to find the main ingredient..."

He glanced cautiously at Zhao Ping, then withdrew his gaze as if burned.

"Later... Uncle Zhao brought Lingling to our house to play... Aunt Bai happened to be there that day, and she peeked through the crack in the door and told me..."

"She said... as long as she can get that girl here, she can start her furnace and refine a Creation Pill... after eating it, I will be able to awaken my potential, cultivate, and become a superior being..."

The room was silent except for Wang Teng's suppressed sobs and Wang Sihai's heavy, painful breathing.

"I see……"

Ji Zuodao stroked his chin, a knowing glint in his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"The Bai family's shamans... no wonder they could see through the 'Medicine Spirit Body' at a glance. These long-nosed people truly have an unparalleled sense for rare and precious herbs."

But then he frowned slightly, as if he had realized something illogical:

"However... Bai Xian prefers tranquility, consuming the essence of heaven and earth, and swallowing the moonlight and starlight, emphasizing 'accumulating good deeds and cultivating merit.' How could a Bai family immortal, who is practicing properly, covet such filthy things as blood food? And even drag ordinary people along to eat it..."

He looked at Wang Teng, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Besides asking for blood offerings, did that Aunt Bai say anything else to you?"

Wang Teng shrank back instinctively when Ji Zuodao stared at him with eyes that seemed to see right through people. His eyes flickered, as if he wanted to hide something.

But his gaze fell upon the piece of spine still stained with fresh blood in Ji Zuodao's hand, and the horrific sight of his father on the ground...

His last shred of hope was completely shattered.

"Aunt Bai said... she, she's not an ordinary shaman... she... she is..."

He swallowed hard, and in the deathly silence, he uttered those three words in a trembling voice:

"She...is a member of the Ascension Sect."

……

Time seemed to stand still.

The air was so heavy you could wring water out of it.

"The...Ascension...Immortal...Cult...?"

Deputy Director Liu slowly and deliberately repeated those three words.

The ferocious pleasure that had been on his face was gone.

Instead, there is an extreme calm before a storm.

But this calm was more unsettling than any of his roars or shouts.

He slowly stood up from the sofa, his imposing figure resembling a volcano slowly awakening.

His gaze, like two icy blades, slowly scraped across Wang Sihai, who lay on the ground, barely alive, yet still trying to stop his son with his eyes.

"Wang, Si, Hai".

Deputy Director Liu's voice was not loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a hammer blow, carrying an almost sighing yet chilling and sinister tone.

"Your Wang family...you really have some nerve."

"If you try to make a quick buck off me, kidnap me, extort me, or smuggle goods, I'll just kill a few of you as examples."

"They could collude with the Ascension to Immortality Sect..."

"You really think... there aren't enough people buried in your Wang family's ancestral graves?"

"No...no...Director Liu...it's a misunderstanding...a huge misunderstanding..."

On the ground, Wang Sihai, barely clinging to life, suddenly mustered his last strength, emitting a hoarse, bellows-like sound from his throat.

"It was...it was just me...bewitched...it has nothing to do with the Wang family...it has nothing to do with my son...it was all that vixen's doing...we knew nothing...we didn't know she was from the Ascension Sect..."

His futile attempts to sever ties and extricate the Wang family from this tumultuous vortex were in vain.

But it was too late.

From the moment Wang Teng uttered the words "Ascension to Immortality Sect," the Wang family was already nailed to the opposite side of the 749 Bureau and even the entire national power.

Ji Zuodao smacked his lips lightly.

Tsk tsk, the Wang family has truly reached the end.

Regardless of whether that "Aunt Bai" is real or fake, good or evil, when she puts the label of "Ascension to Immortality Sect" on her own head...

Then this hat is welded shut and can't be taken off.

Even those who helped her hold up her hat brim, or even just stood by watching the spectacle, all of them, without exception, had to sink along with this deadly hat.

The state's attitude towards the term "Ascension to Immortality Sect" is as clear as a knife, summed up in one word:

kill.

See one, kill one.

If you see a nest, dig it up by the roots.

From top to bottom, inside and out, from the breathing to the buried, anything even remotely related will be thoroughly cleaned and shoved into the quagmire of history, never to rise again.

People like the Wang family not only get involved, but also actively seek to "collude" and "harbor" them...

Hey.

Then it's not just a matter of "scraping".

They take an iron brush, dip it in boiling oil, and scrub you thoroughly from head to toe, inside and out.

Every single person in the family who has awakened their spiritual potential, drawn in their Qi, and embarked on the path of cultivation has already had their name recorded in the "higher" register of souls.

Why wait until midnight?

Timing? Rules? Interrogation?

nonexistent.

They caught them, the match was made, and it was confirmed.

Then what follows is not "trial", but "insertion".

Clean, neat, and thorough.

Even a single extra scream would be a waste.