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

After the anger in his heart subsided slightly, Ji Zuodao's reason, which had vanished without a trace, finally found its way back a little.

This problem is considered a hereditary ailment in the unorthodox cultivation circle—cultivating life but not nature.

This makes them like walking powder kegs; they seem quiet and harmless most of the time, but what if a spark ignites them?

Alright, let's all hold hands and happily go to hell together!

Take Ji Zuodao for example.

Even when Ji Zuodao is about to commit murder, he is still a man of principle.

Blood is blood, flesh is flesh, and bones are bones, all neatly arranged, emphasizing making the most of everything and never wasting a single grain of rice.

But what if you really get carried away?

Well, then I can't care about anything else!

If it weren't for the fact that this is the middle of nowhere, and you can't find a suitable latrine anytime soon.

Ji Zuodao had really intended to mix that pile of minced meat on the ground into the soil and fertilize it for the local earth god!

So, everyone in the heretical cultivation profession is a bunch of lunatics, seasoned madmen.

The only difference between Ji Zuodao and his colleagues is that—

He has the "medicine".

Qiqi is medicine, Dog Master is medicine, and all the people and demons he cares about and has brought into his territory are medicine.

When he's about to go crazy, you can gently pull him back along that faint, invisible thread.

"call……"

Exhaling a long breath of foul air tinged with blood, Ji Zuodao's mind stirred, and the Styx Ancestor's Dharma Image, standing on a blood lotus and exuding murderous aura, slowly dissipated like a bubble.

He landed back on the ground, standing right in front of two dusty, still-shaken little girls.

He spread his arms wide, and the grotesque expression on his face, which had been twisted with rage, had vanished, replaced by... well, a barely acceptable, gentle expression.

"Alright, it's nothing."

His voice was not loud, and even a bit dry.

"You two did a great job just now."

Just this simple sentence, without any fancy words.

The two little girls stared blankly at Ji Zuodao, who had just been like a demon god descending to earth, chopping a great demon into mincemeat.

From being kidnapped, to fleeing for their lives, to facing off in a desperate situation, and then witnessing the most gruesome and brutal massacre...

Qiqi and Zhao Lingling, who hadn't shed a single tear the entire time, suddenly pouted.

Her eyes instantly filled with tears.

"Wow--!!!"

"Waaah... Brother..."

The fear, grievances, and lingering dread that had been building up for who knows how long finally found a floodgate and all of it came rushing out at once.

The two little girls let out a howl, like two frightened little animals, and rushed into Ji Zuodao's arms without a care.

They clung tightly to his waist from both sides, burying their dusty and tear-stained faces in his clothes, crying so loudly that their snot and tears covered him completely.

"Brother...they're so mean...they want to capture Lingling...and they want to sell Qiqi too..."

"Qiqi hurts... her back hurts... Lingling bit her finger and it's bleeding..."

"Waaah... Qiqi can't beat him... even the stick doesn't hurt him..."

"Lingling is so scared... They said they're going to refine us..."

Ji Zuodao said nothing, but simply gathered his arms around the two trembling little bodies and held them firmly.

He lowered his head slightly, gently rubbing his chin against the two little girls' fluffy hair, and patiently patted their backs with his other hand, listening to their incoherent and tearful stories.

There was not a trace of impatience on his face, nor the violent rage he had displayed earlier, as if he wanted to slaughter gods and Buddhas.

A quiet, even somewhat clumsy, gentleness.

It was as if the living Yama who had just wielded two swords and chopped demons into mincemeat was not him at all.

……

midair.

Having witnessed his elder brother being chopped into mincemeat the entire time, Jin Yu was now terrified and wished he could disappear on the spot. However, he noticed that the attention of the evil star below was completely drawn to the two little girls' crying and complaining.

The bird's eyes darted around.

opportunity!

If not now, when?!

He suppressed his fear, desperately trying to control his breathing, and with his wings fluttering very slowly and subtly, like a thief—

It quietly rose just a tiny bit.

Get out of this hellhole! Get as far away from that devil as possible!

Just as that tiny spark of hope ignited in his heart, and he thought, "Hey, there's a chance!"—

"Hey——!"

"roar--!"

Two distinct yet equally domineering and ferocious demonic auras, one green and one red, arrived together from afar like two bolts of lightning tearing through the night!

On the left is a blue phoenix, its feathers shimmering with a bluish light, exuding a noble and aloof beauty;

On the right is a crimson dragon with fiery red scales, a single horn on its head, and a menacing aura.

The two demons were incredibly fast. Almost instantly, they appeared on the left and right sides of Jin Yu, who was secretly climbing up into her pupa.

Then, under the gaze of the other party's bird-like eyes, which suddenly contracted due to extreme terror—

The Azure Phoenix and the Crimson Dragon simultaneously extended their claws.

They grabbed the base of Jin Yu's enormous, metallic wings, which he was so proud of, one on each side.

Immediately afterward, the two demons exchanged a glance, and with perfect coordination, pulled sharply in opposite directions—

"Sizzle—!!!"

A horrifying sound, as if the toughest leather had been ripped apart, accompanied by a mournful cry from Jin Yu that sounded nothing like a bird's cry, exploded in the night sky!

His enormous wings, which symbolized the bloodline of the Roc and had once allowed him to soar through the heavens, were torn in half from his body by these two ferocious demons!

If it weren't for the bones holding it together, it would have broken long ago.

Blood gushed out of the cut like a fountain!

"ah--!!!"

Jin Yu let out a half-sounded, incoherent wail, its broken body falling straight to the ground like a tattered kite with a broken string, amidst a shower of blood-stained feathers.

"Boom!"

Dust flew everywhere.

He convulsed and struggled on the ground like a dead fish out of water, each breath filled with blood and foam, his face etched with despair and disbelief.

He struggled to lift the bird's mangled, mud-covered head, his vision blurring with pain and blood loss.

In the blur, he saw...

Before I knew it, a circle of figures had silently appeared around me.

Some squatted on charred rocks, some leaned against burnt-out trees, and some were suspended in mid-air...

Each one exuded a demonic aura and had a different form, but without exception, they all revealed their true forms!

There is a golden toad with a golden body and a gold coin in its mouth;

There are old tortoises with ancient runes engraved on their shells;

A fox spirit with nine fluffy fox tails swaying slowly behind it;

A giant python with scales that gleamed coldly in the moonlight...

Further away, shadowy figures seemed to emanate an even more terrifying aura.

They stood silently in a circle, looking at him in the middle like a dead dog with indifference, mockery, or disgust.

The terrifying pressure emanating from the depths of their bloodlines in those gazes made Jin Yu instantly understand—

These are all true demons whose ancestors were incredibly wealthy for countless generations and whose bloodlines were extremely powerful!

Any one of them would probably be no weaker than him at his peak, or even... stronger!

"I...I am the Golden-Winged Roc..."

Despite the excruciating pain, Jin Yu mustered his last ounce of strength to try and raise his head, invoking his pitiful lineage in an attempt to scramble for a glimmer of hope, "My father is..."

"Bang!!!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A hairy, white giant hand, as big as a truck, brought with it a fierce wind and slammed down mercilessly!

It landed precisely on the bird's head as it tried to raise it, with such force that it slammed his entire head, along with a large portion of his neck, into the hard ground!

Dust flew everywhere.

A deep, gruff voice, clearly impatient, rang out, making Jin Yu's ears ring:

"Why are you holding your head so high? Looking for a beating?"

"You, a treacherous traitor who colludes with outsiders and harms your own kind, dare to speak to us as equals?"

"Hide your face in the dirt! Reflect on your actions!"