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

It wasn't just these few branch chiefs who were envious and jealous.

Those who were invited here to observe the ceremony are all exceptionally shrewd and astute individuals.

Everyone who wasn't deaf heard Zhang Yucheng's "fragrant tea" Versailles speech perfectly.

The feeling in my heart right now is a mix of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty—a jumble of flavors that's all over the place.

The Realm of Dharma Appearance!

And they're all such young Dharma Masters! Four of them!

Even if we don't count the spirit pets, there are still two!

If this happened in their own branch office, let alone four, even if there was only one, they would be celebrating with gongs, drums, and firecrackers. The director would be laughing in his sleep for three months straight, walking with his nose in the air.

Didn't you see Director Li from the Jiangnan Branch?

I don't know what kind of luck I had recently, but I picked up a promising young man who had just turned twenty-three. Goodness, he was so smug about it!

It's said that during that period, Director Li didn't do any official work. The first thing he did every day was to hold his phone and call his old colleagues in other branches to inquire about their well-being. His opening lines were always:

"How do you know that our Jiangnan branch has produced a 23-year-old Dharma Master?"

They turned a joyous occasion into a nightmare for social media, and the hatred they generated was incredibly strong.

At the time, many people thought sourly that this year the wheel of fortune had turned and it was finally Jiangnan's turn to shine.

But now it seems...

Sigh, I was still too young.

Your father is still your father.

The Beijing Maritime Safety Administration vividly demonstrated what it means to say, "As long as I live, you will always be the crown princes."

Many branch chiefs were inwardly groaning:

Did a feng shui master change the feng shui of this Jinghai branch office? Or is there a dragon vein buried underneath?

Why are all the monsters in the world like cats that have smelled blood, rushing to that place?

I initially thought my son was handsome and exceptionally talented, but now that I see...

Tsk.

No matter how you look at him, he seems like a good-for-nothing, someone who needs to be disciplined.

"well……"

Someone sighed first, their voice filled with deep disappointment and frustration.

Immediately afterward, as if triggering a chain reaction, several branch chiefs began to look at their own team members with a dangerous glint in their eyes.

That look was all too familiar to the young investigators present—

It's exactly like when you go home for Chinese New Year, and after all the relatives have finished comparing whose child earns more, has a better partner, or passed the civil service exam, your own parents look at you with that classic gaze that mixes love, expectation, and a hint of 'Why don't you make me proud?'

"Look at the investigators from Jinghai!"

"And look at you all!"

"Huh? Four Dharma Aspects! Four! And you guys? Huh? Are you so great at the ninth level of the Spirit Palace? Are you so proud of yourself? Why can't you try harder and break through?"

"What? Bottlenecks? Insufficient resources? Lack of drive? Those are all excuses! Why can those kids from Jinghai do it? In the end, it's because you guys aren't working hard enough! Not giving it your all!"

The young investigators: "..."

What did we do wrong?

We're just here to participate in a grand martial arts demonstration and maybe grab a free barbecue!

Why has this suddenly turned into a critique session of "other people's children"?!

This is a completely undeserved disaster!

On this day, the branch chiefs, who came from all over the country and had different personalities, were awakened by a common bloodline deep in their souls, and without prior arrangement, they all transformed into the most classic patriarchal Chinese parents.

In the Han Dynasty, there was a peculiar rule of comparison: "Not as good as those above, but not as good as those below... who cares if you're better than those below?"

If you want to make a comparison, then you have to compare it with the best, with the number one, with that "other people's child" that makes you feel heartbroken, anxious, and want to slap your own kid.

Never be satisfied, always look up, and always hold yourself to the highest standards.

People online often say that the Han Dynasty is inferior to a certain country in this respect and to a certain state in that respect.

But if you think about it carefully, aren't those "countries and states" that are being compared to each other all recognized as top leaders in their respective fields?

The Great Han never bothered to compare itself with second- or third-rate people.

If you're going to compare, compare yourself to the strongest.

If you're going to compete, compete for that one and only number one.

This arrogance, this ambition, has long been etched into their bones and flows in their blood.

Compared to these branch chiefs who were "disappointed in their lack of progress," the representatives from various sects and families who were invited felt even worse.

That feeling was more than just sour; it was sour with a hint of bitterness, bitter with a touch of astringency, and in the end, it all turned into a kind of desolate feeling of "comparing people is a recipe for disaster, comparing goods is a recipe for disaster."

no……

Dear directors of Bureau 749, what more do you want?

You call this being good-for-nothing?

Look down! Take a good look!

Those young investigators below, all in their early twenties, were all at the Spirit Palace Realm!

They're all at the eighth or ninth level, just one step away from the Dharma Body stage!

With that level of cultivation and that age, in our sect, he would definitely be the best candidate to become the next sect leader and the head of the sect!

It should be enshrined in the ancestral hall, and three sticks of incense should be lit every day to thank the ancestral master for his divine intervention and for bestowing upon us such a precious and auspicious child!

If we could have someone like that, we'd be laughing in our sleep. The sect leader would voluntarily step down and give way to a more capable person, and we'd still have to worry, "Little ancestor, please don't let another sect poach you!"

And yet you all, you mass-produce them one after another, each one looking gloomy and complaining about this and that, as if you're cursed for your family's misfortune and your offspring's disappointment.

As for the Dharma Realm...

Ha ha.

A Dharma-realm at this age?

I'm sorry, our sect is small and our imagination is limited. We wouldn't even dare to dream of doing something like that.

If any foolish disciple dared to dream of achieving enlightenment in their early twenties...

The sect leader would probably personally storm into his dream with a ruler and whack him awake: "You unfilial disciple! What kind of pipe dreams are you having! Get your feet on the ground! Don't you understand what it means to be down-to-earth?!"

Is the position of sect leader already reserved?

If such a prodigy really existed, what would be the point of making a reservation?

With gongs and drums banging, and an eight-person sedan chair carried by eight dragons, they respectfully invited the young sect leader to ascend the throne immediately!

The supreme elders all emerged from seclusion, crying and begging him to become the sect leader! Every single one of them in the sect was a die-hard fan of his, obeying his every command without question!

After all, his thighs are really thick!

But look at Jinghai...

Four.

The four Dharma Images are young, energetic, and capable of playing mahjong together.

The sect representatives silently looked away, unable to bear watching any longer.

If I keep watching, my Dao heart is really going to collapse.

Comparing people is a recipe for disaster; comparing goods is a recipe for discarding them.

The ancients are not deceived by me.

At this moment, a slightly melancholic thought involuntarily arose in the minds of many sect representatives:

Times may have truly changed. This magnificent trend, this dazzling era, ultimately belongs to Bureau 749, to the boundless mountains and rivers that Kunpeng patrols.

These long-established sects and families may still be able to maintain their place thanks to their profound heritage, but the future trend is clearly no longer in their own hands.

Old Li lay in his rocking chair, his tattered palm-leaf fan swaying idly, his cloudy old eyes taking in the diverse expressions of everyone present.

Looking at the "tiger parenting" expressions of the branch bureau chiefs and the existential-doubting looks on the faces of the sect representatives.

He let out a barely audible sneer through his nostrils, and beneath the edge of his palm-leaf fan, his withered lips moved, silently uttering a few words:

"A bunch of silly kids..."

"They've been led astray by that scoundrel Zhang Yucheng without even realizing it."

"but……"

He squinted, gazing at the magnificent mountain and river outlines faintly visible beneath the sea of ​​clouds, a faint, unnoticed sense of satisfaction flashing deep in his eyes.

"That's fine too."

"Comparison creates pressure. Pressure is what drives these little rascals to strive forward."

"This world ultimately belongs to the young."

"Make a fuss, good."