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

"Little Princess—"

The Empress's voice softened eight octaves instantly, carrying a hint of amusement:

"Thank you for taking care of my troublesome little fox cubs."

Ji Zuodao immediately smiled broadly, revealing a set of small white teeth, waved his hand, and spoke in a very natural and friendly tone:

"Oh! Auntie, that's quite a roundabout way of putting it!"

"We're all our own foxes, why talk about taking care of each other? That's too formal!"

"My own fox?"

Upon hearing this, the Empress's beautiful eyes, which seemed to see right through people, lingered on Ji Zuodao's face for a moment.

Then, a meaningful smile appeared on her lips, as if she understood everything, and with a hint of satisfaction that said, "You've finally figured it out, kid."

"Well said."

"They're all our own foxes."

Her voice was soft, with a peculiar rhythm, drifting in the night breeze.

Ji Zuodao didn't pay much attention to the Empress's meaningful smile and tone. He was wondering if he should take the piece of roc meat out of the stove, because it wouldn't taste good if it got too old.

But he didn't see it—

Behind him.

The fifty fox spirits, upon hearing the words "their own foxes" uttered by Ji Zuodao, and especially after receiving the Empress's meaningful "Well said,"...

The fox-like eyes, which were already watery and captivating, suddenly seemed to be ignited like stars, bursting out with an astonishingly scorching light!

Those gazes, intense and burning, filled with undisguised possessiveness and a deep longing, were fixed intently on Ji Zuodao's tall and straight back.

It was as if a group of foxes, starving for eight hundred years, had finally spotted a walking, deadly tempting piece of Tang Sanzang's flesh, coated in honey.

I wish I could do it now, immediately, right away...

He pounced on it.

This little rascal flirts with the fox without even realizing it.

Eat it dry.

Wipe it clean.

Not even a bone fragment was left.

The Empress was facing Ji Zuodao with a charming smile, her eyes so gentle they seemed to melt with tears.

But as soon as he turned his head, his expression changed instantly when he saw the group of demon kings kneeling on the ground, still in a daze.

His face-changing speed is even faster than that of a master Sichuan opera performer!

He was all smiles and gentle words towards Ji Zuodao just now, but now, looking at the demon kings, his eyes and expression...

It's like seeing a freshly baked, steaming pile of dog poop; the disgust is so obvious and undisguised.

"What are you still kneeling for? Waiting for a reward?"

The empress parted her red lips, revealing deep impatience:

"You've received the decree and thanked them for their favor, now get out of here!"

"What's wrong? Don't want to leave? Want to stay and try this hot pot? Want me to serve you a bowl to taste?"

These words were like being branded in the butt with a red-hot iron!

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty! Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!"

"Get out now! Get out right now!"

"I dare not try it! Absolutely not!"

The demon kings kowtowed so hard the ground trembled, and words of gratitude poured out of their mouths as if they were free.

Then, disregarding any semblance of demon king decorum, they scrambled and crawled, some summoning demonic winds, others transforming into their original forms, fleeing in all directions like rabbits being chased by dogs!

That speed was at least three times faster than when we came!

In the blink of an eye, the desolate western suburbs, which had been filled with demonic energy just moments before, was now nothing but a mess and a lingering demonic stench.

These old guys know exactly what's going on.

Although the Empress was furious today and berated them mercilessly, she still managed to save them a shred of dignity.

They weren't beaten to a pulp on the spot, nor were their damned offspring chopped up, and their entire family wasn't actually exterminated or their ancestral graves were dug up.

The punishment of simply telling them to "go back to the old forest" sounds harsh, but compared to the word "death," it's as gentle as a loving mother.

As for those two old bastards, Old Bird and Old Wolf...

Ugh! What a rip-off!

What happened to the promise of "bringing a few guys to boost morale, make a show of force, scare the 749th Bureau, and then we'll get the kid back"?

And then, well, here it is!

The director and deputy director of Bureau 749 are all here! Ten thousand heavenly soldiers are on standby!

The Zhao family and those killing gods from Medicine Immortal Valley are staring wide-eyed!

The most terrifying thing is that even the Empress's own fox cub got involved, and the Empress's decree was even issued!

Is this supposed to be "building momentum"?

This guy's dragging us guys into this mess to get beaten up as a group! And beaten to a pulp!

Especially the veterans, they even said we'd be willing to die to atone for our sins, but you should at least ask for our opinion!

I'm outta here! Hurry home!

That beating was well-deserved. Later, those arrogant brats will have to be given a practical lesson titled "You almost got your dad killed by you!"

Prepare seven wolves? No, this time we need a spiked club!

We have no choice but to fight! If we don't beat them until their cultivation is completely destroyed and break their legs so they can run away, they won't accept the respect the Empress has given them. There are plenty of other people who will help them maintain their "respect"!

At that point, it won't be as simple as just going back to the old forest.

……

Above the clouds.

Led by Zhang Yucheng, the group of powerful Qi cultivators watched quietly as the demon kings fled in disarray and disappeared into the horizon, without anyone making a move to stop them.

Since Zhao Lingling and Qiqi, these two precious darlings, are both still alive, we'd be happy to give the Empress, the Great Sage of the Demon Clan who advocates "coexistence between humans and demons," a favor.

This lady is not just someone who knows how to curse.

They truly have a broad mind and foresight, and they have put in tremendous effort and shed real blood for the cause of "humans and demons being able to breathe under one roof".

You think she gave away all that money and resources she amassed on Wall Street—cough cough, I mean, during "friendly international financial exchanges"—to the big guy for free?

Innocent!

Those all come with conditions; they are bargaining chips, deals made behind the negotiating table.

When the Han Dynasty was founded, it proclaimed, "The people are the masters of their own destiny."

Good heavens, the people are now in charge, but suddenly a large group of "non-humans" are infiltrating this "people." Is this reasonable? Is this reasonable?

So when the Empress proposed "coexistence of humans and demons," allowing demons to legally live, work, and reside in human cities, the burly man's opposition nearly blew the roof off.

But it was unbearable...

The Empress has given us far too much.

The big boss on the Han side, who was in charge of the negotiations, looked at the list and his hands trembled. He cursed in his heart, "This vixen is really rich," while saying aloud, "This matter needs to be discussed in detail." But his body honestly stuffed the list into his pocket.

To paraphrase a well-known figure who wished to remain anonymous, in his later comments:

"Sometimes, when sincerity reaches a certain level, it's no longer sincerity, it's a calculated move. It's blatantly telling you that you can't refuse these conditions. If you refuse, you'll slap yourself twice in the face at night and call yourself an idiot."

So sometimes, the greatest sincerity is to make you feel that you can't refuse it.

Far away.

In short, after a series of unspoken disputes, compromises, and pilot programs, the final result was—hey? It seems to be working?

Although there were constant frictions, at least nothing major happened, and in some aspects they even formed a strange complementarity.

This led to the subsequent enactment of a series of things that ordinary people could not access and that were only known to people in the community, such as the "Special Race Rights Act" and the "Trial Regulations on the Management of Areas Where Transgender People Coexist."

Therefore, all the demons in the world now respectfully call her "Your Majesty," and she truly deserves it.

That was truly for the demon race, earning them a foothold in the human world, a place where they could be treated as "humans."

It's worth noting that Bureau 749 didn't originally have a Monster Management Section.

Back then, the predecessor of this department was called the Demon Slaying Section.

Listen to this, the demon slayer.

As soon as those two words are mentioned, you can figure out what they mean, what stance they represent, and what tactics they employ.