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

Ji Zuodao felt a sudden darkness before his eyes.

He had witnessed firsthand the projection effects of Li Shuwen's notebooks—

It was so vivid and lifelike, with every detail meticulously presented.

Yes, Ji Zuodao is an evil cultivator, and his reputation is something he's long since forgotten, as is his integrity.

But shame... well, there's still a tiny bit left.

and many more!

Ji Zuodao suddenly realized another, even more critical, problem:

"Wait a minute... How the hell did you manage to sneak into 749 and become an investigator? We had to coerce and bribe you to do the dirty work for us back then, and now you're eager to get in?"

Liu Ming chuckled to himself and answered quickly:

"This is really interesting! Old Li has gotten himself into big trouble out there!"

"His book, 'Ji Ping Mei,' has become incredibly popular. It's not just circulating among Qi practitioners; it's even getting out of reach of ordinary people. If you search online now, it's everywhere. The sheer volume of information is enough to put him in jail for life, or at least indefinitely."

Life imprisonment?

Ji Zuodao now only wants to execute this bastard immediately.

"Where are the cyber police? Aren't they doing anything about this?!"

"Manage? Do they dare to manage?" Liu Ming spread his hands, his expression quite interesting:

"Those departments knew a bit about 749's inner workings. When they saw that 'Ji Ping Mei' clearly bore our 749's mark, they thought it was some kind of shady 'special propaganda operation' by the bureau, and they didn't dare to do anything."

"By the time the higher-ups realized something was wrong—well, it had spread all over the internet, everyone had a copy and saved it to their cloud storage, and there was no way to stop it."

"So Lao Li is in trouble both inside and outside the industry: to ordinary people, he's accused of spreading obscene materials, and within the industry, he's accused of leaking inside information. He's pleasing neither side, and he's making a huge fuss over both."

Li Shuwen had a long face, and his mask was drooping down.

"I really don't know which bastard was so careless as to upload it to the public internet... I didn't get a single penny from this traffic, but I'm the one who took all the blame."

"In the end, it was Director Zhang who saved me. The condition was that I sign a contract to become an investigator in 749 and atone for my crimes."

Ji Zuodao silently took out his phone and casually searched for information.

The moment the screen lit up, his eyes went dead.

I wasn't lying to him, he's really angry.

Even a few heavily blurred screenshots can easily garner five figures in likes.

The comments section was a complete mess:

"This lady is like a goddess descended from heaven! Those muscles, that intense gaze!!"

"Am I the only one who noticed the hidden power struggles and national metaphors in the plot? The author is a genius!"

"Upstairs +1, it's a phoenix on the surface, but a knife at its core. It made me sit up in the middle of the night: Damn, something's not right!"

"The first time I read the script, the big head won and the small head lost."

The most brilliant thing is the trending topic tag—

Little Western Paradise couldn't confer the title of Great Sage, but Ji Ping Mei produced a true Yama.

Ji Zuodao's fingers trembled, and he almost crushed the phone.

It even rhymes pretty well.

Damn, what kind of people are these netizens?

What else can we do now that things have come to this?

Ji Zuodao, with his brush dipped in ink, has etched a deep and vivid mark on the already dwindling reputation of the Ji family, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of the people across the country.

"Alright..."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand weakly, giving up on himself.

"So what kind of Dharma form have you condensed in your current Dharma Form Realm? It can't be some kind of 'Lord of Erotic Scenes' or 'Lord of Doujinshi,' can it?"

Upon hearing this, Li Shuwen's eyes above his mask lit up slightly, revealing a hint of pride.

"It is...the God of Literature."

A deathly silence fell.

Ji Zuodao slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The sky is blue, the 749 Bureau's office building is sturdy, and the world continues to turn.

But he felt that something more fundamental was cracking and shattering.

"The God of Literature," Ji Zuodao murmured repeatedly.

"Yes," Li Shuwen replied softly, feeling a little guilty.

"By drawing...drawing a notebook, I triggered a feedback from the Dao of Literature, my cultivation level soared, and then I condensed the Dharma image of the God of Literature."

"In theory, it is the orthodox form of the literary path, and the Dharma form that all literary cultivators most want to cultivate."

Liu Ming thoughtfully added from the side, even though his mouth was practically stretched to his ears with a grin.

Ji Zuodao took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if he wanted to expel all the turbid air in his chest that was mixed with absurdity, sorrow, and a trace of inexplicable respect.

"The traditional rites and music have collapsed..."

He was heartbroken, his tone so somber as if he were attending Wen Dao's funeral:

"A disgrace to literature and scholarship! The God of Literature has lost all his honor in his later years!"

"Are you literary cultivators doomed?"

Li Shuwen shrank back, but still tried to explain, his voice barely audible:

"It's not all about romance... There are genuine themes of national affairs, human nature, and philosophical reflection within it, otherwise it wouldn't have elicited such a positive literary response..."

"Shut up."

Ji Zuodao helplessly stopped him, "Now when I hear you talking about the country and the world, I feel like Wendao's future is completely bleak."

He seemed to already see the grand martial arts competition that would soon take place—

The literary cultivators from other branches might offer up classical texts, sage writings, and righteous spirit.

Meanwhile, Li Shuwen, the literary representative of the Jinghai Bureau, raised his hand to reveal his Dharma image.

Then, what Xingjun held in his hand was not a scroll, but a beautifully bound and colorful edition of "Ji Ping Mei" with a striking cover.

Turning the pages, what's projected isn't the teachings of sages, but rather...

The scene was too beautiful for Ji Zuodao to even imagine.

He finally resigned himself to his fate, wiped his face, and turned to Liu Ming.

"Alright, let's talk about something else. I have a general idea about the martial arts competition. But what exactly is this literary competition? It can't just be a written test of 'Hurry, hurry, as the law commands' followed by something else, can it?"

Liu Ming smiled broadly:

"No way. A battle of wits has far more tricks up its sleeve than a physical one. Besides the classic written theoretical exam, there are also puzzle-solving, appraisal, interrogation, and tracking tests. In short, it tests one's diverse knowledge, unique thinking, and ability to adapt to changing circumstances."

He patted Ji Zuodao on the shoulder, and then patted Li Shuwen on the back:

"In the past, Jinghai has always been at the bottom in the literary competition, but with you and Lao Li here this year, maybe... we can actually make a name for ourselves in the literary competition."

Ji Zuodao stroked his chin, realizing something was amiss:

"Hey, wait a minute. How did you manage to distance yourself from this? I remember you're a talisman cultivator, aren't you?"

He looked Liu Ming up and down:

"Isn't the profession of talisman cultivator known as an all-rounder? They can fight, withstand attacks, provide support, and compete in academic papers and profound knowledge. You shouldn't be afraid of them."

Liu Ming's smile froze instantly, and his eyes began to dart around:

"Well... well, that's true, but there are always exceptions, right..."

"I know, I know!"

Li Shuwen, standing next to him, immediately raised his hand, his voice rising eight octaves, looking excited as if to declare, "I'll tell you my brother's dirty secrets!"

"Liu Ming is indeed a genius in the art of talismans! His ability to draw offensive talismans is absolutely superb! Five Thunder Talismans, Flame Explosion Talismans, Geng Metal Sword Qi Talismans... even the grandmasters of talismanic arts give him a thumbs up, praising him as a once-in-a-century offensive prodigy!"

"You didn't see the grand martial arts competition last year. Good heavens, on the stage, he just casually threw over a hundred Five Thunder Talismans at someone like they were free. Heavenly thunder and earthly fire, lightning and thunder, the girl opposite him was completely terrified..."

"In the end, the referee intervened, and that's how the referee almost died on the ring."

Liu Ming tried to cover Li Shuwen's mouth, but the latter spoke rapidly, dodged nimbly, and continued to passionately add:

"He's a master-level attacker when it comes to offensive talismans; but when it comes to non-offensive talismans like support, defense, detection, and healing..."

"Completely rotten. Completely broken. A terrible sight to behold."

"The hemostatic talismans I draw make the wound bleed even more vigorously, like a small fountain..."

Ji Zuodao's lips twitched as he listened.

He knew that the skill tree of the 749th Bureau of Jinghai was a bit skewed, but he didn't expect it to produce such a mysterious effect of "high attack, zero defense, explosive output, and reverse support".

Ji Zuodao recalled that on his first day reporting to the 749th Bureau in Jinghai, he witnessed Liu Ming interrogating a stubborn female evil cultivator.

Dozens of mantra talismans were used, but to no avail. It was the female evil cultivator who suffered terribly from the talisman water.