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

When the list of participants from the Jinghai 749 Bureau was sent back to the General Administration, Xiao Wang, the investigator in charge of the initial information review, was drinking this year's newly arrived pre-Qingming Longjing tea.

The tea had just entered his throat when his eyes swept over the "Cultivation Realm" column on the list, and he "pfft" sprayed all the tea onto the high-definition display screen in front of him.

"Cough cough cough... Holy crap?!"

Xiao Wang frantically grabbed tissues to wipe the screen, but his eyes were fixed on the two glaring words on the list, and his voice trembled:

"Dharma Manifestation Realm?! And two of them?! Is Jinghai going to defy the heavens this year?!"

That shout immediately attracted all the colleagues at the next workstation.

"What's wrong? What's going on at Jinghai?"

"Let me see... Holy crap! Dharma Aspect Realm! Did this generation of young people grow up on fertilizer? Their cultivation speed is like a rocket?!"

"Goodness, this is going to be interesting. I thought that kid from the Jiangnan branch who got the sword cultivation inheritance was monstrous enough, but I didn't expect Jinghai to be even more ruthless, sending two of them right away!"

"Damn it, I've been cultivating for over thirty years and I'm only barely at the Great Perfection of the Spirit Palace, while others have already reached the Dharma Aspect stage in their early twenties... I feel like all my cultivation has gone to waste."

The office erupted in a buzz of discussion, filled with envious, jealous, and resentful complaints.

Several veteran investigators were already stroking their chins in thought:

"This year's odds... are tough to open. Should we bet on Jinghai or Jiangnan?"

"If you ask me, I'd still bet on Jinghai. That kid from Jiangnan got a stroke of luck, he's a gift from heaven. Jinghai and the other one, on the other hand, have truly cultivated themselves to their current level, their foundation is more solid, and they probably have more practical experience."

"That makes sense. Besides, those bandits from Jinghai are all ruthless; they won't be so cunning on the fighting stage..."

"I've already started to mourn for that sword cultivator kid from the Jiangnan branch."

The Jinghai trio was naturally unaware of the commotion at the General Administration.

They were standing in the airport waiting hall, looking up at the flight information scrolling on the big screen.

Ji Zuodao held the hard card ticket in his hand, looking at it over and over again, his brows furrowed in worry.

"No, Liu Ming, there's something I haven't figured out."

"Does our 749 team lack those few spirit stones for teleportation arrays? It would be so much easier to just teleport there in a flash, why bother squeezing onto a plane like everyone else?"

Nowadays, Ji Zuodao speaks with an air of wealth and power.

Thinking back to when I first entered 749, my eyes lit up when I saw the spirit stones embedded in the teleportation array, and my fingers were itching to pry them off with my bare hands.

Now?

Ha, I have no interest in money.

Liu Ming was looking down at his phone, and didn't even look up when he heard this:

"You don't understand. The situation at headquarters is special. The headquarters is located in a constantly moving spatial realm, and its coordinates are constantly changing."

"Moreover, the first test of the literary contest actually began the moment we received the notification."

"The assessment task is to find the entrance to the headquarters' secret realm on your own, based on limited clues. The clues are in the competition details that have been handed out."

"If you can't find any clues, and can't even find the door, you might as well go home, wash up, and go to sleep. Don't even think about the grand martial arts competition."

Ji Zuodao was taken aback, then his eyes lit up.

"That's interesting."

He originally thought the grand martial arts competition would just involve fighting in the ring, followed by a written test—a classic combination of "martial artist + scholar."

Unexpectedly, the variety and cunning of the literary contest were far greater than anticipated.

"That's more like it!" Ji Zuodao laughed, picked up Qiqi who was standing quietly at his feet, and walked towards the boarding gate.

As for Dog Lord?

You're arranging pet shipping at the freight company.

With Dog's abilities, he could easily have boarded the plane without any problem by simply putting on a human skin.

Who told this guy to waste several of his human skins playing mahjong during the Chinese New Year? He deserves it.

Perfect, it saves me the cost of a plane ticket.

At this moment, Dog is squatting in a special airline pet carrier, his face pressed against the air vent, looking utterly hopeless.

"Woof... Woof... Kid, you'll remember this..."

Ji Zuodao whistled, pretending not to hear.

Ticket check, baggage check, security check.

The journey was smooth.

Until I boarded the plane and found my seat—

Ji Zuodao has entered the "Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden" mode.

"Hey, this chair can recline! And it's quite soft!"

"What's this button for? A light? Oh, it can adjust the brightness!"

He touched and looked around, making comments as he went, which drew frequent glances from the surrounding passengers.

Li Shuwen, sitting next to him, had her face flushed red under her mask, wishing she could bury her head in the seat pocket.

Liu Ming crossed his legs and watched with a smile, as if to say, "I knew this would happen."

Suddenly, Ji Zuodao's gaze locked onto the top of the seat, where there was a red handle, along with illustrations and text descriptions.

"Emergency exit... escape slide?"

His eyes lit up instantly, sparkling with the light of discovering a new toy.

"This thing... looks pretty cool."

As he spoke, his hand was already itching to reach out.

"Brother Dao! No!!" Li Shuwen was terrified and pounced on Ji Zuodao's hand like a hungry tiger.

"Don't touch this! You really can't touch it! If you do, something terrible will happen!"

"What's the big deal?" Ji Zuodao asked innocently. "I was just studying it, looking at the structure..."

Liu Ming's deep voice came from the back row, carrying a sense of world-weariness:

"Just a friendly reminder. According to the Civil Aviation Safety Regulations, unauthorized touching or deployment of emergency slides in non-emergency situations is..."

He paused, then uttered four words:

"A fine of 150,000."

"..."

Ji Zuodao swiftly withdrew his hand, which was halfway out, and placed it neatly back on his knee.

With a serious expression and upright posture, he resembled a primary school student who had just received patriotic education.

"Well, well... I suddenly feel that this slide design is just average and not worth studying."

Li Shuwen let out a long sigh of relief, slumped back into his seat, and felt that his back was soaked with sweat.

Liu Ming suppressed a laugh and leaned closer to ask in a low voice:

"Brother Ji, is this your first time flying?"

Ji Zuodao touched his nose, his eyes slightly unfocused:

"That's not entirely true..."

"I've sat here a few times before, but never inside."

Liu Ming and Li Shuwen exchanged a glance, both full of questions.

"What do you mean by 'not sitting inside'?"

"Nothing much, just when the plane was taxiing and taking off, I quietly clung to the landing gear wheel well and rubbed against it for a bit."

"Well, it feels very windy and a bit cold."

Liu Ming: "..."

Li Shuwen: "..."

After a brief silence.

Liu Ming slowly raised his thumb and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth:

"Awesome."

He was truly convinced.

Only this guy would dare to climb onto a plane by clinging to the landing gear.

The plane began to accelerate on the runway, its engines roaring.

Ji Zuodao looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window and suddenly grinned.

"I must say, it's actually more comfortable sitting inside than outside this time."

"At least there's a cup of hot water to drink."

The plane climbed and plunged into the clouds.

Inside the cabin, light and shadow shifted, and the three men each had their own thoughts.

Liu Ming continued scrolling through his phone, gathering intelligence.

Li Shuwen took out his notebook and started scribbling.

Ji Zuodao held the sleeping Qiqi in his arms, looking at the cotton candy-like sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole with a deep gaze.

Headquarters, Mobile Secret Realm, Navigation Assessment...

This year's grand martial arts competition is interesting.