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

Xiang Yun's expression changed several times. Finally, he took a deep breath, stopped talking, silently took out a pill from his pocket, swallowed it whole, and straightened up with a limp.

The wound wasn't deep, but my face really hurt.

He stared at Ji Zuodao for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice:

"I, Xiang, have learned a great deal."

He paused, then added:

"But Brother Ji, isn't your confidence a little too much?"

"Overcrowded?"

Ji Zuodao chuckled, held up two fingers, and waved them in front of Xiang Yun.

"That's called being aware of things, not being overly enthusiastic."

"Brother Xiang, let me be frank with you. Since you came to this island, you've had two chances to eliminate me."

"The first time was on an airplane."

"If you guys hadn't just been discussing how to deal with me after we got to the island, but had instead attacked me right there on the plane, swarming me and hitting me on the head with bricks or shoe soles—hey, even a god would have been skinned alive."

"What a pity, you didn't move."

"The second time was just now."

Ji Zuodao gestured towards the corpses of demons scattered on the ground.

"When I was squatting there picking out the meat, I was full of openings, my mind completely focused on whether to braise or grill it. If you hadn't been talking nonsense with me, hadn't tested me, and had just swung your gun at me—"

He patted his chest, his tone sincere:

"I reckon it's unlikely."

"But what about you? You insisted on testing first. What a load of rubbish! Wouldn't you know if there was a problem after the fight?"

"Well, I missed it again."

Ji Zuodao sighed, his expression a mixture of regret and smugness.

"Brother Xiang, have your Xiliang branch's missions been going too smoothly all the time? Have you had much dealings with evil cultivators?"

Xiang Yun paused for a moment, frowned, thought for a while, and then shook his head:

"Not many. These days, those truly qualified heretical cultivators who hide their true nature are almost endangered species, rarer than protected animals."

"I heard recently that there was a big case in Caiyun. They busted a den and arrested more than forty people. I heard they almost wiped out the evil cultivators in Caiyun. We live in Xiliang, a wild place, but this kind of thing is really rare."

"No wonder."

Ji Zuodao laughed, a laugh so wicked it was almost palpable.

"Never seen a heretical cultivator before? That's great! I've had a good day, I'm in a fantastic mood, so I might as well go all the way and do a good deed—"

"I'll play a heretical cultivator to broaden your horizons and give you some experience!"

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Countless eerie, jet-black tendons, like a black flood bursting its banks, gushed wildly from Ji Zuodao's pores, acupoints, and even his seven orifices!

Densely packed, blotting out the sky!

In an instant, most of Ji Zuodao's figure was shrouded in a wildly dancing, pitch-black shadow!

An intense, nauseating aura of death, mixed with a rusty, bloody smell, spread like a tangible tide, sweeping across the entire valley!

"Well……!"

The investigators who were nearby were struck by the aura, their faces instantly turning pale. They instinctively staggered backward, their stomachs churning.

This aura... it's too eerie! It's too cold!

Damn, this doesn't seem like acting.

Ji Zuodao held two spine swords, and the lazy and wicked smile on his face completely disappeared.

Instead, there was an indifferent, cold, and indifferent calm, as if looking at ants.

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over each of the pale-faced investigators in the valley who were instinctively backing away, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The sound wasn't loud, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears, carrying a hoarse, metallic quality.

"Come on, don't just stand there."

"You are the light of the righteous path, the pillars of the future..."

"Give it your all, get closer."

"At least……"

He tilted his head slightly, a subtle yet chilling smile curving his lips.

"Let me, this old Taoist priest, break a sweat."

The valley was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned by the pile of dark, sticky, and waving things that emerged from Ji Zuodao's body!

Those aren't tendons at all! They're a bunch of black worms that have come to life!

No, even worms aren't as evil as them!

They were twisting and turning like a chaotic dance of demons, crowding together so tightly that there was no room for anything else.

They surrounded Ji Zuodao in the middle, like a black sun covered in hair, hissing out cool air.

The two spine swords in his hands were even worse, with bare white bones and jagged joints.

It doesn't create a breeze when you wave it, but rather a piercing, guttural wail that sends chills down your spine.

Xiang Yun, being a tough guy, gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and roared, "Go shoulder to shoulder! Don't let him intimidate you!"

His shout pulled everyone halfway out of that eerie aura.

But before they could even set up their "shoulder to shoulder" formation—

Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The "black-haired sun" next to Ji Zuodao exploded!

No, it's not an explosion, it's a splash! Like splashing ink.

Countless black veins, twisted together, some as thick as a child's arm, with barbs, swung towards a person's face with a whooshing sound.

Some are as thin as a hair, moving silently along the ground, specifically designed to trip people's ankles;

Some even bend in mid-air, as if they have eyes, bypassing the frontal block and striking the lower back like a venomous snake spitting its tongue!

"Holy crap!"

"There's something under my feet!"

"This thing tickles my skin!"

Exclamations, curses, and the clanging of weapons rang out instantly.

A burly man from the Northeast branch, relying on his strength, swung his broadsword, which was as big as a door panel, and with a shout, cleaved a large tendon that was coming straight at him!

The blade struck, but something felt off!

It wasn't like cutting into flesh and tendons; it was more like slashing into a pool of scalding asphalt. The tendon was sticky and tough, and the blade was directly wrapped up by the large tendon, creaking and groaning as it tightly bound the blade!

The burly man, his face flushed, tried to snatch it back, but the large tendon, using the force, suddenly snapped!

Good heavens, he was thrown three zhang away, knife and all, and landed with a thud in a pile of uncollected rabbit carcasses, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

On the other side, two agile investigators, one on the left and one on the right, wielded swords with lightning speed, attempting to close the distance.

But they're fast, and those black-veined ones are even faster! And they have no sense of martial ethics!

Instead of confronting you head-on, they'll sneak up on you by touching your crotch, crawling under your pants, or even trying to crawl inside your collar or cuffs!

The two men were so frightened that they jumped around as if they had been electrocuted, their swordsmanship completely disrupted, looking like two monkeys doing tap dancing, in a very sorry state.

What about Ji Zuodao himself?

He didn't move an inch.

He stood in the center of that "black-haired sun," casually wielding two spine swords in his hands.

That swordsmanship was indescribable; it had no rules, no routines, it was unpredictable and treacherous, and it was as insidious as it could be.

It looks like a straight thrust, but the sword can twist and bend halfway through;

Sometimes he would simply use the sword as a whip, the joints cracking as he could pull it out quite a long way, making a crisp snap. He would miss the person, but instead strike the weapon in their hand, making their hand go numb and causing the weapon to slip from their grasp.

The entire valley became Ji Zuodao's personal playground.

Hundreds of elite investigators at the Spirit Sea Realm became puppets in his hands, being played with until they were dizzy and exhausted by those strange tendons pulling, tugging, ripping, tripping, drilling, and scratching.

Despite possessing immense spiritual power and martial arts skills, he could only unleash one-tenth of his full potential, as he was entirely consumed by dealing with these insidious and despicable harassments.

How frustrating! So incredibly frustrating!

Yet, a chill ran down my spine.

If this strange thing in front of us is a heretical cultivator...

After a fierce battle, beams of light shot into the sky.

In the valley, there were not many investigators left who could still stand; more than half of them had been wiped out.

Most of them were either sitting or lying down, panting heavily, their clothes disheveled, bearing the marks of being "harassed," and their complexions were quite a sight—

A mixture of shame and indignation overwhelmed him.

Xiang Yun, gun slung over his shoulder, stood with difficulty, panting heavily, his gaze towards Ji Zuodao extremely complex.

The black tendons that had been swirling around Ji Zuodao slowly retracted into his body, and the two eerie spine swords were also put away.

He patted off non-existent dust from his body and cracked his neck.

Then, under the intense gaze of everyone, he slowly raised his hand and, with his sleeve, casually and lightly wiped his smooth forehead.

Then, he held up his perfectly dry sleeve to the crowd, a pure, even slightly apologetic smile on his face, and winked:

"Oh, look, it's so hot."

"I, Daoist, actually broke out in a sweat."

The difference... is it really that big?!

If they were at the Dharma Aspect Realm, that would be one thing.

But now?

Everyone's cultivation level has been suppressed back to the Spirit Sea Realm by the secret realm, putting them on the same starting line!

There are still about a hundred people on their side!

The results of it?

Ji Zuodao, with his incredibly powerful and bizarre physique, completely outmaneuvered them, eliminating almost half of them!

Where are they?

I broke out in a sweat.

Whether they were sweating or not is uncertain; they certainly didn't see it.

For the first time, these privileged young men, who were pampered and spoiled in their respective branches and regarded as the future pillars of society, felt a heavy weight and a chill in their hearts.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't resentment, it was something much more unpleasant—

Powerlessness.

I really can't beat them.

Ji Zuodao paid no heed to the turmoil in their hearts. He strolled around with his hands behind his back, like an inspector, his eyes scanning the faces—some pale, some ashen, some filled with existential doubt—while muttering to himself:

"Let me see... one, two, three... oh, there are still about fifty people left? The efficiency is not good. I couldn't stop just now, I was too busy playing... cough cough, I was too busy teaching."

He paused, as if suddenly remembering a good idea, and clapped his hands:

"Well then! It's not good to keep showing you all these unorthodox methods; it makes me seem like I'm a shady character. Let me give you a change of pace, something new to try!"

He turned his head and shouted to the Jinghai squad who had been watching the show from behind:

"Li Shuwen!"

"Yes, boss!"

Li Shuwen had been waiting for a long time. Upon hearing this, he immediately adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, narrowed his small eyes behind the lenses, and put on his usual refined yet slightly mischievous smile before strutting forward.

The remaining investigators immediately focused their attention on Li Shuwen.

Another Dharma Realm in Jinghai!

Many people felt a sudden tightness in their chests, followed by a strange sense of relief.

The problem is, another tough nut to crack has appeared;

The relief is that I no longer have to contend with Ji Zuodao's strange meridians and bone structure!

"Damn it, hit them!"

Someone growled, encouraging themselves and their companions, "I refuse to believe that everyone in Jinghai is a monster like Ji Zuodao!"

"Yes! Let's give it our all!"

"This time, let's have a proper fight!"

Morale, strangely enough, rebounded by a tiny bit.

It was as if they had returned from the fear of facing indescribable evil spirits to the realm of "understandable normal combat," allowing them to regain some courage and confidence.

Li Shuwen walked into the center of the arena and exchanged a glance with Ji Zuodao.

Ji Zuodao chuckled, strolled over to a large rock nearby, sat down, crossed his legs, and clearly intended to watch the show.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting."

Li Shuwen smiled amiably, even a little shyly, and slowly took out the book "Ji Ping Mei" from his pocket.

"Just a little trick to make you all laugh."

His tone was gentle, even somewhat scholarly.

Then, under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, he held the book in both hands and began to turn the pages rapidly.

The sound of pages turning was exceptionally clear in the silent valley.

He turned to a certain page and tapped it lightly with his finger.

hum-

A burst of inspiration appeared on the pages of the book!

Immediately afterwards, to everyone's astonishment, two solid streams of light, carrying the fragrance of ink and spiritual energy, shot out from the pages of the book and landed on the ground.

The aura rapidly expanded, shaped, and solidified...

It transformed into two figures.

The one on the left is a large black dog, more than half a person's height, with glossy fur, a haughty look in its eyes, and an air of self-importance.

It shook its head, snorted, and its dog eyes revealed a familiar arrogance that said, "Everyone here is trash."

The investigators: "..."

That smug smell... no need to guess, it's Dog.

Then, they looked at the figure that had materialized on the right.

Upon seeing this, everyone, including Xiang Yun, was collectively petrified.

That figure, tall and slender, with a handsome face and that familiar, lazy, and wicked smile on his lips, could only be Ji Zuodao!

"What the...fuck?"

An investigator's knife clattered to the ground, hitting his own foot without him even noticing. He pointed at "Ji Zuodao," his voice trembling:

"Li Shuwen! Are you fucking insane?!"

"We can accept summoning a dog-like character! But what's the meaning of summoning Ji Zuodao?!"

"Am I offending the Grand Duke Jupiter?! Why am I surrounded by Ji Zuo Dao everywhere I go?! This is like a persistent ghost!"

The feeling is like you've finally escaped from a horror movie set, still shaken.

Turning around, I found myself on the set of a comedy film, only to find the comedy lead actor with the face of a horror movie boss, waving a fan and smiling at me...

This is scarier than a horror movie!