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

In the smooth surface of the bronze mirror, Zhao Lingling appeared perfectly normal.

In the mirror, she was enveloped in a soft, pure, and vibrant emerald green halo, within which countless illusory shadows of grass and trees grew and swayed.

But Ji Zuodao, who was holding Zhao Lingling's hand...

It was enveloped in thick, swirling, black smoke that seemed impossible to dissolve!

Countless pained and distorted faces could be vaguely seen struggling and screaming through the smoke!

There was an even more nauseating, viscous, bloody aura that seemed to emanate from the lens!

This is not over yet.

The big black dog at his feet... that's not a dog at all in the mirror!

Instead, it was a wildly writhing, constantly changing shape, indescribable thing covered in thick mosaics!

Only a dozen or so pairs of scarlet eyes, filled with greed and chaos, were faintly visible through the gaps in the mosaic!

"Evil...evil cultivators?! And demons...monsters?!"

The soft cloth in the little girl's cheongsam fell to the ground with a "thud".

She let out a short, sharp scream, her face turning deathly pale. She staggered backward, her finger trembling as she pointed at Ji Zuodao and Gouye.

"Evil cultivators have invaded! Alert! Someone come quick!!!"

She screamed almost at the top of her lungs, frantically pulling out several talismans from her waist and hurling them at Ji Zuodao without even looking at them!

The talisman spontaneously combusted in the wind, transforming into several blazing fire snakes and sharp wind blades that whistled and shot towards us!

"Holy crap! Don't they have any sportsmanship?!"

Ji Zuodao did not expect the other party to react so strongly, attacking without warning.

He reacted quickly, shielding Zhao Lingling behind him.

With lightning speed, his other hand shot out, black veins bulging at his fingertips like dancing snakes, and with a few sharp "snap" sounds, he precisely spun away the talisman attacks in mid-air!

Sparks and air currents flew everywhere.

"Wait! Let me explain! I am 749..."

Ji Zuodao quickly spoke up.

"Explanation my ass! Look at your sinister aura! This mirror is definitely not wrong! Sisters, form the formation! Let's defeat this demon!"

The little girl didn't believe it at all; instead, she was even more terrified because the attack was so easily neutralized, and she screamed.

Rapid footsteps and shouts immediately came from the bottom of the stairs and the inner room on the second floor, indicating that she was not alone.

In the blink of an eye, four or five women of different ages, all dressed in cheongsams or training clothes, rushed out.

Holding long swords, talismans, or hand seals, they instantly blocked the stairwell. Each of them looked as if facing a formidable enemy, their pretty faces frosty, staring at Ji Zuodao with murderous intent.

"Damn it, what the hell is this mirror...?"

Ji Zuodao cursed inwardly, knowing that there was no point in explaining.

The second wave of attacks was imminent.

"Stop it, you bastards!!!"

Ji Zuodao suddenly roared, his voice like thunder, making the entire second floor buzz.

At the same time, he swiftly ripped open his black trench coat with his other hand, revealing a unique epaulet on his shoulder that signified "formal investigator with law enforcement authority"!

There was also a black body camera worn on the chest, which was flashing a red light to record.

"Jinghai Bureau 749, Official Investigator, Ji Zuodao! Ordered to patrol Yuehai District."

"You were the first to attack state officials who were performing their duties! The evidence is conclusive and has been recorded!"

"Assaulting a Bureau 749 investigator and obstructing official duties—what crime is that? Do I need to give you a legal lesson?! Huh?!"

With each sentence he spoke, he took a step forward, his demeanor aggressive and intimidating.

Alongside the epaulets and the constantly flashing body camera that signifies "the state's machinery of violence is watching you"...

The female disciples of Medicine Immortal Valley, who had just been filled with murderous intent and ready to eliminate demons and defend the righteous path, instantly changed their expressions from anger and fear to astonishment and confusion.

Finally, it turned into a deathly pale face and cold sweat.

They glanced at the epaulet on Ji Zuodao's shoulder, which gleamed coldly under the light, and then at the dark, seemingly soul-capturing lens of the body camera...

"749... Bureau?"

The older woman at the head of the group, who looked like she was in charge, had a distorted voice, and the sword in her hand clattered to the ground.

The others also seemed to have all their strength drained away; the talismans went out, the spells dissipated, and they were all pale-faced, their legs trembling.

An attack on a Bureau 749 investigator... or was he on the job?

This...this charge...let alone the outer disciples, even if you bring out Granny Su, the head of the branch, she probably couldn't withstand it!

"A misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"

The older woman was the first to react, and she knelt down with a thud, her voice trembling with tears:

"My lord! Lady Ji! We didn't know you were a VIP from Bureau 749! We thought... we thought it was some evil cultivator breaking into the mountain... that mirror reflected..."

What does the mirror reflect?

Ji Zuodao snorted coldly and put away the body camera, but his expression remained icy.

"So what if our art style is different from yours? Does that give you the right to kill without asking any questions? Your Medicine Immortal Valley, how arrogant you are!"

"We wouldn't dare! We wouldn't dare!" The women were terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

"I can consider today's events as a 'misunderstanding'."

Ji Zuodao changed the subject and slowly straightened his clothes.

"However..."

"Compensation for emotional distress, lost wages, and depletion of spiritual energy... you should at least offer some form of compensation, right?"

"Please say it! As long as we can do it!" The older woman replied quickly, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon.

"I see that the medicinal cuisine restaurant downstairs is doing quite well."

Ji Zuodao raised his chin.

"Alright then, I don't want your spirit stones or pills. Just take me, and my partner..."

He pointed to Dog Master, who was standing upright next to him, rubbing his paws together, his dog eyes gleaming with the excitement of "eating the rich."

"I'll cover your meals for the next week. The best medicinal cuisine, the most generous portions. Consider it an apology, a way to turn hostility into friendship. How does that sound?"

"Also, don't try to fool me with herbs that are only a few decades old. They should be at least a hundred years old, right?"

"A hundred...a hundred years?"

The older woman's lips twitched slightly.

"What? You don't want to?" Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow.

"Yes! Yes! Absolutely!"

The older woman was startled and nodded rapidly, as if striking garlic.

"It's our honor to have you, Lady Ji, and your partner grace us with your presence! I'll make the arrangements right away! I guarantee you'll both be satisfied!"

"Hmm, that's more like it."

Ji Zuodao nodded in satisfaction and took Zhao Lingling's hand again. Zhao Lingling had been standing obediently beside him, and although she didn't quite understand what had happened, she thought her brother was amazing.

"Now, can you take us to see Grandma Su to complete the enrollment procedures?"

"Yes, yes! Lord Ji, Junior Sister Zhao, this way, please!"

The older woman hurriedly got up and respectfully led the way, her attitude as attentive as if she were welcoming an ancestor.

The other female disciples quickly dispersed, making way for the passage, each with their heads bowed and eyes lowered, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Dog Grandpa stood upright, strode behind with an air of indifference, his mouth wide open, drool almost dripping from his mouth.

A week of top-notch medicinal cuisine...hehehe...

You little rascal, well done!

Ji Zuodao, holding Zhao Lingling's hand, walked with his head held high and chest out into the depths of the second floor, amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the Medicine Immortal Valley disciples.

But in his heart he was calculating:

This Valley of Medicine Immortals seems to be quite deep; that mirror is rather interesting.

It seems like picking up and dropping off Lingling won't be so boring anymore.

more importantly……

This medicinal cuisine smells wonderful.

This was a good deal.