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

In the far suburbs of Jinghai, in the Wang family mansion, deep in the backyard.

The doors and windows were tightly closed, the light was dim, and the air was filled with the scent of aged incense.

Aunt Bai sat motionless in an old rosewood armchair with her eyes closed, her hands folded and resting on her knees.

The fingernails were trimmed neatly and rounded, with a pale, jade-like sheen that seemed inhuman.

"What time is it now?"

"Reporting to Aunt Bai, it is already... 3:45 PM."

A young man from the Wang family, standing to the side, spoke with a barely perceptible tension in his voice, his head bowed, not daring to look at the person seated.

Shen Shi San Ke...

Wang Sihai and his group left home at the beginning of the Mao hour, when the sky was just before dawn.

Even if they had to crawl, by now, some news should have come back.

Aunt Bai's eyes remained closed, but her seemingly loose, overlapping fingertips subtly curled inwards slightly.

A strange unease rose in my heart.

It's too quiet.

Something unusual happened.

"Aunt Bai..."

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, the young man mustered his courage and cautiously spoke again.

"The old man...sent someone to inquire about today's dose of pills..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Aunt Bai's hands were clasped together, and one of them was casually raised.

A pill, about the size of a longan and dark red like congealed blood, appeared out of thin air in her palm.

The moment the pill appeared, an overwhelmingly sweet and pungent smell of blood suddenly wafted out, instantly filling the entire room.

The young man from the Wang family swallowed hard, his face paled, and he forced himself to suppress the discomfort in his stomach and lowered his gaze.

"Take it."

With a slight flick of her wrist, Aunt Bai sent the dark red pill flying in an arc, landing precisely in the young man's hastily held hands.

The tentacles were slightly warm to the touch, as if they contained a wisp of embers that were about to die out.

"Tell the men below to bring out all the remaining two hundred 'medicinal ingredients' in the secret room and bleed them."

"I need their blood as fuel to awaken the soon-to-arrive Poison Spirit."

The young man's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and the fingertips of his hand holding the hot pill were icy cold.

"Yes...yes, Aunt Bai, I'll take care of it right away."

Without the slightest hesitation, he bent down, backed away, and quickly left the suffocating room.

Listening to the receding, slightly hurried footsteps, Aunt Bai's lips slowly curved upwards into a subtle, extremely cold smile.

Originally, I just wanted to turn that obsessed kid into a little demon to bring bad luck to 749, but I never expected that the Wang family would have an old man with a mental demon to haunt him.

Eat up.

Eat more.

How many years has that old man from the Wang family been stuck at the second level of the Dharma Aspect realm?

His lifespan was nearing its end, his Daoist heart was clouded, he clung to life and feared death, and had a morbid thirst for power...

My "Demon Heart Pill" is made from the essence, blood, and resentment of living beings, supplemented with thirteen potent medicines to stimulate potential.

Taking it can indeed make one's blood and energy vigorous and one's senses sharp in the short term, as if returning to one's peak, and it may even have the effect of prolonging life.

But the true "taste" of this elixir... is addiction, thirst, and a demonic thought that penetrates to the bone marrow and ravages the soul!

The more you eat, the stronger your addiction becomes, the more intense your inner demons grow, and the closer you get to that abyss...

When he realized he could no longer live without the elixir, when the spiritual energy within his body was tainted and corrupted by the elixir, and when his mind was riddled with holes by demonic thoughts...

What will happen when a powerful cultivator at the Dharma Aspect Realm completely falls into demonic possession, goes mad and loses control?

Hey……

What difference is there between that and a peerless demon that only knows how to kill and devour, and has no rationality whatsoever?

A raging "great demon" ran rampant in the bustling metropolis of Jinghai, wreaking havoc...

How "splendid" that scene must have been?

Those idiots in Bureau 749 will inevitably be overwhelmed and exhausted by this sudden disaster.

Who would notice that the spirit of the medicine had been taken away by her without anyone noticing?

At that time, she will not only be able to harvest blood and panic for the sect, but also swallow the "Medicine Spirit Body", a peerless medicine that is only found once in a thousand years!

A position of honor within the faith is just around the corner!

This incredible achievement, this ingenious calculation...

Could it be...

It is truly the mercy of the Eternal Mother that, with the imminent arrival of the Pure Land Home, has bestowed upon me such an extraordinary opportunity, enabling me, Bai Miaoyin, to establish this unparalleled feat.

"ha……"

A very soft, breathy laugh escaped from her throat.

The immense joy of impending success, like the finest wine, temporarily overshadowed the unease in my heart caused by Wang Sihai's absence.

The outcome is decided.

The chess piece has been placed.

We are just waiting for... the east wind.

at the same time.

The hidden road leading to the Wang family mansion and the surrounding mountains in the suburbs of Jinghai City.

The sparse traffic during the day has long since ceased.

An eerie silence, like a constantly spreading, icy tide, quietly engulfed everything.

The dense trees lining both sides of the road presented an unnatural stillness.

Even the sounds of the wind and insects seemed to be quietly silenced by an invisible hand.

Beneath the camouflage netting, the thick, menacing tank gun barrels slowly rose, adjusting their course.

The engines of the armored personnel carriers, fully loaded with soldiers, roared like a suppressed horde of beasts.

Further away, on the artillery positions, rows of dark rocket launcher tubes stood upright, silently pointing at the still-lit mansion under the night sky, seemingly oblivious to the impending disaster.

The combination of magic and technology allowed this torrent of steel to appear here silently.

Deputy Director Liu observed the Wang family mansion and then glanced at the excited Ji Zuodao beside him.

"Hey kid, want to...?"

He raised his chin and gestured to the main battle tank next to him, which had the thickest gun barrel and the newest paint job.

"Want to try firing a shot myself?"

"I'll pull some strings for you, let you have your fill. This is top-notch stuff, really potent!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao was taken aback.

Immediately, those eyes, which always carried a hint of a wicked smile, widened in shock!

In a flash, his pupils burst forth with an intense, pure, and vibrant green light of excitement, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, a lecherous man seeing a beautiful woman, or a gambler getting a winning hand!

"Fire...fire?!"

"Uncle Liu! You...you really mean this?! This thing...you really want me to touch it?!"

The way he was handling it was as if Deputy Director Liu wasn't handing over permission to fire, but rather the Queen Mother of the West's peaches of immortality and Lao Tzu's elixir of immortality!

Fire!

This is cannon fire!

It is the ultimate romance engraved deep in the soul of every male creature in the world!

It's an explosion!

It's flames!

It is the most primitive and violent aesthetic symphony of steel and gunpowder!

It's ten thousand times more direct, more satisfying, and more exciting than using a giant tendon to rip someone out or using evil magic to refine pills!

Looking at Ji Zuodao's pathetic state, with his eyes practically popping out of the cannon barrel, Deputy Director Liu finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a suppressed, muffled chuckle.

"Damn it, look at you, you pathetic little brat! Wipe your drool! Would I lie to you?"

He waved his hand grandly, displaying boundless pride:

"Granted! The moment the signal for the final assault is given, you'll get the 'first shot'!"

"But we've got it agreed, just one shot! Just enough to get your kicks! Aim accurately, don't waste my ammunition!"

"Yes, Uncle Liu! Just you wait and see!!"

Ji Zuodao was so excited he almost jumped off the tank, his smile stretching all the way to his ears.

Those white teeth gleamed in the night, making him look exactly like a wolf, extremely excited, about to pounce on its prey.

He rubbed his hands together, looking eagerly toward the Wang family mansion with burning eyes.

It was as if one could already see the heavy walls, pavilions, and towers transforming into a magnificent spectacle of dazzling fire rain under its "debut."