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

Now that all the participants have gathered, how can we forget the spectators and witnesses?

Invitations to the ceremony had been sent out like snowflakes to various places a month in advance.

In addition to the directors and deputy directors of each branch bureau being required to attend, renowned sects and clans with long histories and profound heritage in the martial arts world also received gold-embossed red invitations.

This naturally carries the implication of "showing off one's strength and wealth."

We need to show some restless people just how deep the foundation of the 749 General Bureau truly is.

On the broad back of the Kunpeng, the sea of ​​clouds seemed to boil.

Ji Zuodao, with a freshly grilled, dust-free skewer of meat in his mouth, watched with awe.

Today he finally witnessed the so-called Kunpeng Extreme Speed.

Just moments before, this colossal creature had folded its wings, like a giant Kun diving into the abyss, silently heading towards a bustling city beneath the sea of ​​clouds.

In the next instant, it emerged from the sea of ​​clouds, transformed into a roc, spread its wings, and soared into the sky.

And each time the "Kun" and "Peng" forms alternate, several figures will appear out of thin air as if by magic.

There were directors and deputy directors dressed in the standard trench coats of their respective branch offices, their epaulets gleaming. Each of them exuded a profound aura and had piercing eyes; they were clearly powerful figures in their respective regions.

There were also representatives from various sects, dressed in ancient robes and exuding an extraordinary air.

Some possessed an air of otherworldly grace, others a dignified and solemn appearance, and still others a hint of menacing aura; they clearly represented various factions within the cultivation world.

Zhang Yucheng came up with Liu Zhou.

Deputy Director Liu still had that lazy demeanor, with his black trench coat unbuttoned and an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He squinted and scanned the young people wolfing down their food in the square, pausing especially at his own three rascals, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

Zhang Yucheng had already strolled over to the barbecue stall with a smile, familiarly grabbing a few freshly grilled skewers for himself, and also handing two skewers to Deputy Director Liu.

Most of the representatives from various sects remained reserved, but they couldn't help but marvel at the sight in the clouds and the Kunpeng. As they exchanged whispers, their eyes were filled with shock and apprehension.

In just half an hour.

Sometimes the Kunpeng transforms into a Kun, sinking into the sea of ​​clouds and soaring over a magnificent city; sometimes it transforms into a Peng, soaring into the sky and tearing through the long cloud barrier.

It actually carried everyone on its back and quickly "tourized" the entire vast territory of Han!

And each time they return, they are always accompanied by a large group of spectators.

"Oh my goodness..."

"That speed...it's incredible."

One moment, it felt as if the humid sea breeze of Lingnan was sweeping by; the next, it felt as if it touched the biting frost of the North.

Ji Zuodao once again deeply understood the desolation in his third master's voice when he shook his head and sighed, "These days, there's no way for evil cultivators to survive."

I also truly understood the breathtakingly high value behind the four words "Great Han on a Hunting Tour".

Just imagine, those old devils who have been hiding in deep mountains and remote islands for years, thinking they are perfectly concealed, what if their whereabouts are exposed...

Well, as soon as the clouds above broke, this huge thing with wings like clouds hanging from the sky "whoosh" right in your face.

Run? Can you outrun it when it flaps its wings once?

Once they are "invited" onto the back of the Kunpeng, what awaits these old demons will be those ancient monsters from the headquarters who have lived for countless years and whose cultivation is unfathomable.

In the eyes of those old monsters, these modern fighting and magical weapon clashes are probably as childish as children playing house.

Perhaps the cultivation system that is popular now was originally a version that a few old guys casually optimized and iterated over while drinking tea and playing chess.

How can we play like this?

He shrank back, deciding that it would be more promising for him to continue as an "official bandit" in Jinghai.

At least, he is now on the side of Kunpeng's back.

As the spectators settled in, they naturally formed several subtle circles based on region, personal relationships, or faction.

The sounds of greetings, whispers, and tentative laughter drifted softly in the sea of ​​clouds and gentle breeze.

Zhang Yucheng was surrounded by three or five familiar branch bureau chiefs, his face bearing his usual gentle smile that made people want to punch him.

"Oh my, Director Wang, Director Li, Director Liu, long time no see! You still look as healthy and energetic as ever!"

Zhang Yucheng greeted him with a cupped-hand salute, his attitude so sincere it was impeccable.

"You can't compare to Director Zhang. This year, Jinghai has really made a name for itself. It's remarkable, truly remarkable."

"Indeed, four Dharma Aspect Realm experts... Director Zhang is really hiding his true strength; he's been holding back a big one for us."

"Exactly! Old Zhang, that's not fair! You have such a promising talent, why didn't you bring him out and show him off sooner? You're hiding him away like a precious treasure!"

Faced with these overt and covert condemnations, Zhang Yucheng's perfectly timed smile, tinged with three parts helplessness and seven parts shame, remained unmoved.

"Please don't say that, gentlemen. You flatter me."

"What do you mean by showing your face? You're just a kid, you've only just started out, you don't know the rules, it's a joke that you'll make a fool of yourself in front of everyone."

He frowned slightly, his expression resembling that of a Versailles parent whose child gets perfect scores on all final exams, yet he insists on complaining to the neighbor, "Sigh, this child is just too hardworking and doesn't like to go out and play, it's driving me crazy."

"Speaking of which... sigh, this year has really been unlucky for Jinghai, with a shortage of young talent."

"In short, these are the few promising youngsters we have, and they've all just broken through, their cultivation levels are very unstable, and their foundations are not solid."

"Including the spirit pets, I only have four Dharma forms. I'm ashamed to even mention it. Unlike the elite troops under your command, my elder brothers, they are so steady, capable, and have a solid foundation. You can't help but feel at ease looking at them."

"Look at Director Wang, that little tyrant of yours in Xiliang, tsk tsk, his murderous aura is solid, he's as brave as ten thousand men;"

"Director Li, your Jiangnan branch, although that kid... cough, he's still a Dharma Aspect cultivator, isn't he?"

"And Director Liu, your Northeastern shamanic tradition is mysterious and incredibly powerful..."

"To be honest, gentlemen, I'm quite nervous about coming here. I really hope my good-for-nothing sons don't get easily defeated by your talents when they're on stage. Otherwise, I'll lose all face..."

"Sigh, I hope you gentlemen will go easy on the kids and give me, Old Zhang, some face, okay?"

Zhang Yucheng's sincere tone and worried eyes perfectly portrayed the image of a kind-hearted bureau chief who "worries about his incompetent juniors and tries to get them to go easy on him in advance."

"..."

Director Wang of Xiliang's dark face was now slightly purplish, and his cheeks visibly clenched.

Director Li from Jiangnan could no longer maintain his refined smile; his lips twitched slightly.

Director Liu from the Northeast rolled his eyes, snorted, and turned his face away, as if looking at Zhang Yucheng for even a moment would shorten his lifespan.

I bother!

The bureau chiefs knew perfectly well that this old fox was using the most sincere expression, speaking the most Versailles-like words, and brewing the greenest tea!

You just can't find any obvious fault in what he says, after all, he's put on such a humble attitude and speaks so frankly.

But the blatant boasting and smugness that seeps out from between the lines is suffocating!

Jealous?

Nonsense! My eyes are practically red with jealousy!

With this year's lineup and quality, Jinghai would be a force to be reckoned with in any previous edition!

But Director Zhang is still looking "worried" and "ashamed of himself"!

The flavor of this tea, the skill of this Versailles tea, is even more profound than the foundation of his Jinghai branch!

Zhang Yucheng seemed completely oblivious to the growing resentment of his colleagues, continuing to smile warmly, even shaking his head with a touch of self-reproach:

"Not at all, you gentlemen are too kind. I'm ashamed... During the grand martial arts competition later, I'll have to rely on your kids to teach my good-for-nothings a lesson and let them know their place..."

Not far away, Old Man Li, nestled in his rocking chair, half-covered his face with a tattered palm-leaf fan. His cloudy old eyes glanced over from the edge of the fan, and he sneered in a barely audible voice:

"Tsk, Zhang Yucheng... after all these decades, he's still the same."

"This tea has such a strong, pungent aroma, it's infuriating."