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

"Alright, Shuwen!"

Ji Zuodao hooked his arm around Li Shuwen's neck, patted him hard, and grinned:

"You've been hiding your true abilities! I knew you had some knowledge, but I didn't know you were this talented! A Peking University graduate, awesome!"

"Exactly, too modest, too humble! If it were me, I would have gone up and walked around after answering the questions, given everyone the middle finger, and said that everyone here is trash."

He squinted, seemingly already imagining the scene, a look of rapture on his face:

"Tsk tsk, just thinking about that scene is fucking awesome!"

Li Shuwen was so choked that his eyes rolled back. He finally managed to break free, adjusted his askew glasses, and said with a wry smile:

"Boss, let's forget about it. I don't want to be walking down the street one day and suddenly get a sack over my head, dragged into an alley, and beaten up. There are way too many people trying to sack me these days."

He sighed, his tone carrying a sense of vicissitude, as if saying, "When you're in the world of martial arts, you're bound to get hurt."

Ever since Li Shuwen accidentally exposed his true identity, the line of people wanting to smother him could probably stretch from the police station entrance to the next province.

I heard that in several coastal provinces, sales of burlap sacks have surged as a result, and they've sold out several times.

At this point, the outcome of the first round of literary debate was already decided.

Jinghai's score is far ahead of the competition; even if he doesn't answer the last question, his championship is still a sure thing.

"That's about enough. Let's save face for our brother unit and not get involved in the rest of the questions."

Ji Zuodao made the decision, and Liu Ming and Li Shuwen naturally had no objections. Dog Master was already fast asleep and snoring softly.

The last hundred questions were all history questions, focusing on the Ming Dynasty and asking about the secrets and stories of the Qi practitioners' circle during that period.

The Ming Dynasty was indeed a very delicate juncture, and the severing of the connection between heaven and earth began from that time.

Many things started to change from that time onward.

But for most investigators today, this thing is really a case of "the mother of the shady business opening the door to the shady business—the shady business has reached its limit."

Back in school, we learned about Zhu Yuanzhang, the Yongle Emperor, and Zheng He's voyages to the West; as an investigator, we had to memorize "Illustrated Compendium of Monsters," "Complete Collection of Spiritual Materials," and "Safe Operation Manual for Magical Techniques."

Who has the time to study those old Qi practitioners from hundreds of years ago, who they debated with today, who they fought with tomorrow, and what kind of trouble they caused the day after tomorrow?

Even if you really need to use it, you can just take out your phone, check the internal database, and that's it, right?

Therefore, as soon as the question was posed, many of the investigators in the audience, including some top students known for their extensive knowledge and excellent memory, couldn't help but frown, rack their brains, and think hard.

However, while some are sad, others are happy.

Lu Jian from the Jiangnan branch suddenly lit up, his eyes shining like two small light bulbs, and his mouth almost stretched to the back of his ears in a wide grin.

He knows! He knows the answer to this question!

When I was spending time at the archives of the Jiangnan Branch Bureau, I actually flipped through these historical documents quite casually!

Although he only skimmed through it, who was Lü Jian? A genius with a photographic memory! After a little thought, the answer became obvious!

It's here! It's here! The script of bragging, slapping people in the face, and the king's return has finally arrived!

Heaven have mercy!

Lu Jian was so excited that he almost burst into tears.

According to his original plan, this national martial arts competition should have been a stage for him, Lü Jian, to make a name for himself and amaze the audience!

In previous years' martial arts competitions, how many Dharma Aspect Realm cultivators participated? With his inherited skills, he should have been able to wreak havoc and be invincible from the moment he appeared!

He has always firmly believed this, without wavering.

Since obtaining that ancient inheritance, he rose from an ordinary person to a Qi cultivator in the Dharma Aspect Realm in one step. His journey was too smooth, so smooth that he truly believed he was the chosen one, the protagonist of the era.

The results of it?

He was repeatedly beaten down by Jinghai from the very beginning, his face was swollen from the beatings, and he was starting to doubt his life.

But it's okay!

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate the young...

His inner fervor had just begun, and his lofty ambitions were only half-burned.

A soft, sweet voice with a distinctly childlike tone rang out, enunciating the answer clearly and accurately.

"Jinghai Branch, add one point," the big-eared uncle confirmed.

Lü Jian: "???"

The triumphant expression on his face, as if he were returning as a king, froze instantly. He turned his head sharply to look at the source of the sound.

It's Jinghai again?!

Why the hell is it Jinghai again?! Is this never going to end?!

On Ji Zuodao's side, Qiqi, who had been sitting obediently on his lap, had raised her little hand at some point.

After answering the question, she looked up at Ji Zuodao with her big eyes blinking, her expression asking for praise as if she had asked, "Brother, did I get it right?" She was as well-behaved as a model student in class.

"what?"

Ji Zuodao was also stunned, looking down at the little bean sprout in his arms with a look of surprise:

"Qiqi, you even know this? Oh my, my Qiqi is a hidden academic genius?"

Qiqi was a little embarrassed by the praise, her face flushed slightly, and she said slowly:

"I was taught by the Grand Tutor."

"Grand Tutor? Oh, you mean teacher?" Ji Zuodao didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a child using archaic language.

Qiqi tilted her little head, a hint of confusion on her rosy face, and muttered softly:

"Grand Tutor?...Teacher? Hmm...I can't quite remember...Who taught Qiqi...?"

She furrowed her brows and thought hard for a while, then relaxed, her little face returning to its innocent and adorable expression.

If I can't remember, I won't think about it anymore; it's not important anyway.

With my brother here, that's enough.

Next, the final part of this verbal battle turned into a complete solo performance by the little girl.

Those obscure history questions that had the elites of each branch racking their brains were as simple as "one plus one equals two" for Qi Qi.

Ask me anything, and I'll answer it.

There was even a question that the old man with big ears who set it up admitted was about a historical mystery that the academic community has not yet reached a conclusion on. He was just using it as a starting point to see if any young investigators could offer interesting insights.

As a result, Qiqi not only answered, but also gave a very logical and well-reasoned explanation, citing numerous sources and piecing together a logically consistent and detailed explanation.

The big-eared uncle listened with wide eyes, quickly pulled out his notebook and frantically took notes, his heart pounding with joy.

This trip was worthwhile! I'll go back and organize my thoughts; who knows, I might even be able to publish a groundbreaking paper!

So far, the dust has settled.

The first round of verbal battles ended with the Jinghai branch scoring a whopping 300 points, leaving all the other branches with a clean sweep.

"Qiqi, you're amazing!"

Ji Zuodao picked the little girl up high and spun her around, showering her with praise.

Qiqi hugged her brother's neck, her little face flushed with excitement, and her eyes sparkling.

She hesitated for a moment, then leaned close to Ji Zuodao's ear and whispered:

"Brother...is it...like this?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Ji Zuodao didn't understand.

Then, he saw Qiqi in his arms turn her little body to face the investigators from various branches below the stage.

She slowly and carefully raised her small, white hand, then curled up her other four fingers, leaving only her short, chubby little middle finger, which she held straight up.

After doing this, she tilted her little face up, mimicking Ji Zuodao's expression, trying hard to tighten her face and make a fierce look. Then, in her unique, slow, childish voice, she announced, word by word:

"Spicy chicken~"

Ji Zuo said: "!!!"

Liu Ming spat out a mouthful of sweet water.

Even the dog, who was lying down pretending to sleep, raised one eyelid and grinned.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Only Qiqi's soft, sweet "trash" still lingered in the empty space, drifting slowly...