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

The old Golden-Winged Roc's wings were flapping so hard they were practically sparking, and he had only one thought in his mind—

Before those 749 gang of devils catch his son, let's get that little bastard out of this den of dragons and tigers in Jinghai!

The old black wolf below was so powerful its four legs were almost blurry, its tongue lolling out, panting heavily, and the foam it was spitting out was tinged with white.

"Hey old man, is it really necessary to push yourselves this hard? At our age, with these old arms and legs, if we keep running like this, we'll be exhausted halfway there before we even see the kid!"

He took a deep breath and added:

"If you ask me, children and grandchildren have their own lives to live. Why are we worrying about it? Just eat and drink well, and don't let things bother you. Those two little rascals caused trouble; let them deal with it themselves!"

Upon hearing this, the old Golden-Winged Roc rolled its eyes wide, the whites of its eyes standing out conspicuously in the moonlight.

He cursed inwardly:

Of course you're not in a hurry!

I only have one son! The whole family's hopes are pinned on him to carry on the family line!

Unlike you, a black-backed wolf who found a winged tiger, and the result was a puppy! Even a fool could tell that it wasn't his biological child! How much love could you possibly have for him?

He may have his complaints, but he knows exactly what's going on.

He knew that his unlucky son and that silly bastard from the old wolf's family had kidnapped a human girl with a special constitution in order to survive the next tribulation.

Not only did he know, he also nodded in agreement.

Why?

There is no better son than a father!

With his own son's meager skills, if he doesn't have some kind of cheat code during the next tribulation, he'll definitely be struck so hard that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him!

Sacrificing a human to ensure one's son can safely pass through tribulation—this is a deal that's incredibly profitable!

He had even planned out the follow-up:

If it goes undetected, all the better; everyone's happy.

Even if we get caught, it's not a big deal. At worst, we'll just have to pay some spirit stones and magic items to avoid further trouble.

If you're even more unlucky, you might get caught by Zhang Yucheng from Bureau 749...

At worst, he, as the father, would take the punishment in his son's place, get beaten up by Zhang Yucheng, and lie in bed for a year or two to recover.

Anyway, my injury from last time has just healed completely, so I might as well go back to bed and relive the old days.

As long as my only son can survive the next tribulation, it's all worth it!

But what happened next was like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins, running wildly in a direction he couldn't understand at all, and there was no way to pull it back!

Jinghai was bombed.

Not the kind of explosion like setting off firecrackers, but the kind of explosion that literally means martial law for the whole city, a massive, all-encompassing net!

That madman Zhang Yucheng sealed off Jinghai! Only entry is allowed, no exit!

The entire 749 Bureau was mobilized, their eyes as red as rabbits', exuding murderous intent as they searched the entire city. Judging from their demeanor, they wouldn't rest until they dragged out his family and Old Wolf's two sons and skinned them alive!

This is not finished.

The Zhao family's group of Qi cultivators suddenly appeared, searching the whole world for someone.

At the Jinghai branch of Yaoxiangu, even the dishwashing auntie at the Baicaotang medicinal cuisine restaurant was out strolling around with her magic weapon.

What's most terrifying is that those old coffin-like elders from Medicine Immortal Valley, who have been in seclusion for hundreds of years and haven't shown their faces, have all come to Jinghai carrying their alchemy furnaces!

Just to catch those two little bastards!

The old Golden-Winged Roc truly sensed something was wrong; a chill began to emanate from the back of its neck.

This is absolutely outrageous!

When Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals descended to the mortal realm to capture him. The scale of the battle was probably similar to this.

So what exactly did that unlucky kid bring back?!

Is she the Jade Emperor's illegitimate daughter?!

Forget it, what's the point of thinking about this now!

The important thing is that my own son doesn't have the extraordinary abilities of Sun Wukong. If he doesn't have someone to back him up, what will happen if he gets caught by these bloodthirsty monsters?

Broken tendons and bones are considered minor injuries.

So he hurriedly called Old Wolf, knocked on the doors of many old buddies, and finally managed to coax these old guys out with a combination of threats and inducements.

No matter what, these old guys' kids are all registered in the Jinghai Monster Protection Association to gain seniority, and many of them have even risen to high positions.

If a truly catastrophic disaster were to occur, no one could escape it; we're all in the same boat!

Moreover, the old Golden-Winged Roc summoned them mainly to boost morale and establish his presence.

Who told their kid to cause so much trouble in Jinghai under the association's name, completely ruining the already meager goodwill of Bureau 749 to negative infinity?

If this fell into 749's hands, he would be severely injured, if not killed.

He has more demon kings on his side, so maybe 749 can be more cautious about harming him.

Relying on the faint connection between their bloodlines, the old Golden-Winged Roc finally led a group of old companions, panting and wheezing, to this godforsaken place in the western suburbs.

Then he saw—

On the distant wasteland, a circle of powerful demons stood indistinctly, each exuding a terrifying aura.

In the middle of the demon horde stood a young man in a 749 Bureau uniform, his hands in his pockets, looking up at the sky, looking as leisurely as if he were out for a stroll.

Seeing this scene, the old Golden-Winged Roc felt a chill run down his spine.

Finished!

The 749 team has arrived! And they've brought so many helpers!

What about his son?!

The old Golden-Winged Roc's sharp golden eyes, like searchlights, eagerly scanned the demon horde.

No.

No.

Still no!

My poor son has such eye-catching golden feathers, how could I not find him?

He was extremely anxious, and his gaze swept around again...

Ok?

and many more.

Why is there a bald chicken lying at the feet of the demons?

It was completely naked and covered in blood, with patches of unkempt down stuck to its body, making it look rather shabby.

Whose broiler chickens escaped because they weren't kept in check?

This is so ugly, it wouldn't even look good enough for soup.

The old Golden-Winged Roc disdainfully looked away, continuing his anxious search for his majestic Golden-Winged Roc son...

and many more.

bald chicken...

That prone position...

That vaguely familiar outline...

In that instant, all the golden feathers on the old Golden-Winged Roc's body suddenly burst open!

It looks like a giant golden dandelion!

His two sun-like golden eyes were fixed on the "bald chicken," the pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

An absurd thought, uncontrollably and wildly, sprouted from the deepest recesses of my heart—

No... it can't be... right...?

The old Golden-Winged Roc blinked hard and shook his head.

He felt that he must have been flying too fast and too high, and was a little short of oxygen, which made his vision blur and caused him to hallucinate.

How is that possible?

That bald, bloody thing on the ground, with almost all its fur gone...

How could it possibly be his handsome, well-fed, and gleaming golden son?!

It's impossible!

Even if his son got beaten up, he'd still be handsome with a bruised and swollen face! How could he possibly be bald like this?

It looks like a plucked chicken waiting to be cooked!

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Just as the old Golden-Winged Roc was desperately trying to convince himself that this was just a nightmare—

The bald chicken on the ground finally saw the familiar golden figure in the sky, which now seemed like a savior descending upon the world.

"father--!!!"

A shrill, distorted, and broken howl suddenly burst from the "bald chicken's" mouth!

The voice contained so much grievance, fear, despair, and the ecstatic joy of escaping from a desperate situation that it could pierce the heavens!

Whether it was a final burst of energy or an explosion of potential, Jin Yu suddenly snapped the rope binding his mouth with a "crack"!

He stretched out his bald, bloodied neck, his face streaked with tears and snot, and cried out hoarsely to the sky:

"Father! You've finally come, Father! If you hadn't come, your son would have been cooked in the hot pot, Father—!!!"

The sound of crying was so heartbreaking that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.

The old golden-winged roc flying in mid-air suddenly trembled with golden light, its wings stiffened, and its vision went black. It almost fell headfirst from the sky!

He felt like his heart was about to stop beating.