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

Su Xiaoxiao stood in mid-air, her delicate hand outstretched.

The seemingly ordinary yellow imperial edict unfurled in her hand with a "whoosh".

There was no dazzling golden light, no celestial music.

But the next moment——

The clouds in the night sky seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, and began to slowly rotate.

The moonlight, like mercury spilling onto the ground, strangely distorted and folded around the imperial edict.

Followed by.

A phantom image rose gently from the unfolded decree.

It was the silhouette of a woman.

Exquisitely beautiful, with unparalleled elegance.

It was merely a phantom, just an outline.

But it made the entire world seem to hold its breath at that moment.

The night breeze stopped.

The chirping of insects has stopped.

Even the bubbling alchemy furnace seemed to have temporarily forgotten to boil.

All sounds are silent.

Only that illusory figure stood silently between the moonlight and the decree, as if it had existed here since time immemorial and would exist here forever.

Your Majesty.

We've arrived!

The old Golden-Winged Roc King, the old wolf, and the other demon kings, who were kneeling on the ground, buried their heads even lower, almost embedding them in the soil.

At this moment, so solemn and majestic, as if time itself were frozen—

"Damn it!"

A clear and melodious female voice, with a distinct Shanghai accent and an extremely irritable tone, crashed down from the mouth of that stunningly beautiful phantom like a thunderclap!

"Holy crap! Holy crap!!"

"A bunch of little bastards!! Have they gotten so bold as to venture into Siberia?!"

"They even dare to sell our family's fox?! Sell it to those foreign devils for experiments?!"

"I'm so angry!!"

"Are you courting death?!"

"Disgusting! Vile! Scoundrel!"

"You're heartless, unjust, disloyal, and unfilial! Did your ancestors' graves emit black smoke to give birth to such a despicable, filthy wretch like you?!"

"..."

Crackle, a sudden downpour.

His rich vocabulary, authentic accent, and passionate delivery left the kneeling demon kings completely bewildered.

The old Golden-Winged Roc stood there, stunned.

What? You sold the fox from the Queen's house? My own son? He had no idea his son was so bold.

It’s over.

This has really blown things up.

Old Wolf and the other demon kings knelt like grandsons, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads, filled with regret and hatred!

As their father, how could they not know about the mess their unlucky brat made in the Monster Protection Association?

I know a little bit about it.

But who cares?

In the eyes of these old-school demon kings, the law of the jungle prevails, and that is only natural!

Those little monsters with no background, no bloodline, and no skills were, in the past, their lackeys, cannon fodder, and stepping stones!

If you tell them to go east, they won't dare go west; if you tell them to catch chickens, they won't dare chase dogs.

Even if they were asked to chop up Tang Sanzang and his disciples, they would still hold their noses and rush forward with pitchforks!

In modern society, the Han Dynasty court insisted on spouting nonsense like "human rights," "demon rights," and "equality of all beings."

Now, if they want the little monsters to do some work, they have to pay them wages, social security contributions, and sign contracts!

The world is going to the dogs! Evil intentions are no longer what they used to be!

Therefore, when they see their own offspring in the association, finding all sorts of ways to bully the lower-level monsters and take the benefits for the upper levels, they not only don't see anything wrong with it, but are actually quite satisfied.

This is what the demon race should be like!

The law of the jungle prevails, and class distinctions are clear!

Moreover, his own son is quite clever and knows how to play the "good cop, bad cop" game.

While ruthlessly exploiting them, they also make those little monsters who have been sold help count the money, and they have to leave gratefully saying "Thank you, boss."

So resourceful! So promising!

These are the true sons of our demon race! These are the ones worthy of being the offspring of the Demon King!

As for whether any demons were bullied so badly that they couldn't survive?

Are there any demons who have been driven to desperation and forced to take desperate measures?

Are there any demons that are treated as commodities and traded around?

What business is it of theirs!

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

If you're weak, who can you blame?

But despite all their calculations, they didn't anticipate...

Damn it, without us even noticing, they've started exploiting the Empress's family!

They even sold the fox from the Empress's household to foreign devils for experiments!

What the hell does that mean?

This is like your own kid occasionally extorting money from elementary school students on the street, stealing lollipops, spicy snacks, and the like.

He came home excitedly today and said, "Dad! I was so awesome today! I robbed the richest man's son and sold him to a coal mine to work."

This is fucking...

Do you think I'm living too long?!

This is outrageous! This is utterly outrageous!

"Speak up! Are you all fucking mute?!"

High in the sky, the illusory image of the goddess glared with her phoenix eyes, and the overwhelming murderous aura made all the demon kings tremble again.

"Isn't he usually quite energetic? Don't you think your kid is promising?"

"Oppressing their own kind, trafficking in demons, and shamelessly serving as lackeys to foreign devils!"

"Is your ancestral grave built on top of a septic tank? Is it emitting biogas? Is it smogging your brain out of control?!"

"I'm telling you right now!"

The voice of the ethereal goddess suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable chilling quality:

"This isn't over!"

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"

The old Golden-Winged Roc lowered its head:

"It's because the little demon wasn't disciplined properly!"

"We are willing to atone with our lives."

The demon kings were dumbfounded. What did they mean by "we are willing to atone with our deaths"? Where was this "door"?

If you want to die, then die. Don't fucking drag us down with you.

The old wolf quickly kowtowed, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face—this time he was really crying, not faking it:

"Your Majesty, spare me! My unfilial son... no, that wretched child! I truly knew nothing of the wicked things he did!"

"If this little demon knew that he dared to touch a single hair on the Lady's fox, she would chop him up and feed him to the dogs!"

"No, no, no, feeding the dog will only dirty its mouth! You little demon, clean up your own mess!"

The other demon kings kowtowed repeatedly, each offering their loyalty, shirking responsibility, and begging for their lives.

The scene was quite chaotic at one point.

"snort!"

The illusory figure of the empress snorted coldly. Although she was still angry, she didn't actually draw her knife.

She glanced coldly at the demon kings below, who were kowtowing like chickens pecking at rice. Her tone was still icy, but at least it wasn't as violent:

"Unaware?"

"What a convenient excuse for being completely unaware!"

"If a child is not taught, it is the father's fault! If the teaching is not strict, it is the teacher's laziness!"

"Your son is causing trouble outside, bullying his own kind, and colluding with foreign enemies. You, as his fathers, think you can just say 'we knew nothing' and absolve yourselves of all responsibility?!"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"Listen up, all of you—"

"First, under the supervision of 749, that damn Monster Protection Association is to be disbanded immediately! I can't stand the sight of it!"

"Secondly, every single one of your little bastards has their cultivation completely destroyed. Go back to your old forest home and reflect on your mistakes! You all come with me, and without my permission, you're not allowed to show your faces again, even if you die!"

"If you dare to cause trouble outside again..."

The Empress's phoenix eyes flashed coldly, and her voice suddenly turned icy:

"I'll personally pluck every hair off your entire clan and throw you into the zoo for exhibition!"

"Did you hear me?!"

"Listen carefully! Listen carefully!"

"I will obey Your Majesty's decree!"

A group of demon kings were banging their heads together like they were pounding garlic, making a loud thud.

The thought of avenging the child and demanding justice had long since vanished from his mind.

Now we just hope that the Empress can calm down and not implicate the whole clan, and we'll be thankful!

After the illusory figure finished speaking, her gaze shifted and landed on Ji Zuodao below.

The frost on his face melted away instantly.

Those eyes were so tender they could melt your heart.