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

Jinghai, a strange and mysterious area in the eastern part of the city.

The night was as thick as a pot of overcooked Chinese medicine, so thick it couldn't be dissolved.

In that eerie area east of Jinghai City, the lights were on, making it as bright as day.

This place has changed drastically since Ji Zhengdao took over.

The dilapidated neighborhood, which had been turned into a gloomy and eerie place by the previous ghostly incident, was transformed by him into something resembling an ancient town tourist attraction.

The bluestone path was paved neatly, and the buildings on both sides had been renovated and decorated with red lanterns, making it look quite authentic.

The Epang Palace has been built, and it is magnificent and much more impressive than the replica ancient scenic spot in Xi'an.

Two majestic stone lions stand guard at the entrance.

At this moment, on the roof of the tallest hall in the Epang Palace, two figures were squatting side by side.

One of them was Ji Zhengdao, who was wearing a flashy purple robe embroidered with dark gold cloud patterns that shimmered under the lights, making him look like a nouveau riche young master.

He held a perfectly roasted pig's trotter in his hand, sizzling with oil that dripped from between his fingers onto the roof tiles.

The other one was Dog, who was squatting next to him, holding a pig's trotter of the same size in his two front paws, gnawing on it with his mouth full of oil, his beard all stuck together in clumps.

Two people, no, to be precise, one person and one dog—

Squatting on the rooftop, facing the city lights, gnawing on pig's trotters, the scene was, how to put it, both absurd and harmonious.

"Dog Master, how's it going? My meals are pretty good, right?" Ji Zhengdao took a bite of a pig's trotter, chewing loudly, and asked indistinctly.

Dog didn't answer immediately. He first chewed the piece of meat in his mouth, swallowed it, licked the oil off his lips, smacked his lips, and then slowly opened his mouth:

"Hmm, not bad, not bad. Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, soft and delicious. Much better than what that kid Ji Zuodao makes."

He paused, then added, "Two more, please."

"Alright!"

Ji Zhengdao responded and casually tossed the pig's trotter bone in his hand, which drew a graceful arc in the air.

With a "thud," it landed in the courtyard, hitting the head of a passing inner demon.

The inner demon stumbled from the impact, clutching its head. Looking up, it saw Ji Zhengdao smiling at it from the rooftop. It quickly lowered its head, picked up the bone, bowed respectfully, and then vanished in a flash.

Ji Zhengdao withdrew his gaze, pulled out a knife from somewhere, and chopped off the hoof of the pig-headed boss who was standing to the side.

That guy was fast, like slicing tofu, one cut and it was clean and neat, without any hesitation.

The pig-headed boss didn't understand what had happened. He stared blankly at his bloody cross-section, his expression shifting from bewilderment to shock, and then to pain. The whole process took about two seconds.

Then, its mouth opened, and a piercing wail was about to burst from its throat—

Ji Zhengdao kicked it in the butt, sending it staggering several steps forward and nearly tumbling face-first into the dirt.

Immediately afterwards, a still-steaming pig's trotter landed in its arms.

"What are you spacing out for?"

Ji Zhengdao's voice came from above, carrying an air of self-righteousness and imperiousness.

"Go, bake this. After you're done baking, keep chopping it. We'll stop when my dog ​​is stuffed with food."

The pig-headed boss looked down at the pig's trotter in his arms, then looked up at his bleeding severed limb, then looked up at the smiling purple-robed youth on the roof. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, but in the end, he didn't dare to utter a single word.

Silently, it turned around, limped towards the grill, skewered its hooves on the iron skewer, and put them on the fire to roast.

That silhouette was filled with indescribable desolation and bitterness.

It's used to it.

Honestly, I'm used to it.

Ever since Ji Zhengdao forcibly fixed the spawn point here, where hasn't it been eaten?

On the first day, the left hoof was chopped off and roasted.

The next day, his right hoof was chopped off and braised.

On the third day, its tail was cut off and used to make soup.

On the fourth day, his ear was cut off and served cold.

Recently, some unscrupulous person mentioned something about stir-fried pig testicles to Ji Zhengdao, which caused his demonic pill to be targeted.

Fortunately, Ji Zhengdao eventually gave up on the idea for some unknown reason.

But the pig-headed shop owner knew this was only temporary. Who knew, one day this guy might suddenly feel like trying stir-fried pig testicles?

My fate...

The pig vendor squatted in front of the grill, turning over the hooves while silently shedding sad tears.

Tears dripped onto the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound, turning into wisps of smoke that rose and dissipated into the night sky.

Ignoring the pig boss who was in a daze over there, on the rooftop, Ji Zhengdao put away his knife, wiped the oil off his hands on his robe, and then fawned over Dog Master, stretching out his hands to start massaging Dog Master's shoulders and legs.

The technique, the force, the eagerness—it was exactly like a junior employee trying to curry favor with their boss.

While massaging Dog Master's shoulder, Ji Zhengdao cautiously asked, "Dog Master, you're not lying to me, are you? I really have a great opportunity today?"

Dog Grandpa sat with his legs crossed, casually picking his teeth. A small piece of pig's trotter was stuck between his teeth. He picked it out with the tip of his paw, flicked it away, and then slowly opened his mouth:

"If you ask me, you're really lucky, kid."

"That pseudo-secret realm is the culmination of countless generations of the Zhu family's hard work. Think about it, how many years has it been since the fall of the Ming Dynasty? Generation after generation, the family fortune they accumulated has all been poured into that secret realm."

"If you swallow it, tsk tsk..."

"I guess they won't be bound by any domain anymore. It's nice to be a self-made king of your own territory, but nothing beats the comfort of complete freedom."

Doggy shook his head, his tone tinged with a mix of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion), 羡羡 (xiànxiàn, a feeling of envy), and a hint of something else entirely—a sour taste in his mouth.

"Tsk tsk, even I'm a little jealous of you."

That's true.

Dog Master was indeed somewhat jealous of Ji Zhengdao.

Both are inner demons, but what kind of life did he live?

I was brainwashed by those bald monks at Jinshan Temple since I was a child. They chanted sutras and recited Buddhist scriptures every day until my ears were calloused.

They finally escaped, but those three old men dragged them around, running from one mountain to another, from one canyon to another, without even getting a hot meal.

Just when things had finally settled down, they had to raise that troublesome kid, Ji Zuodao, from a young age, through a lot of hardship and care.

That kid was such a troublemaker when he was young!

If you don't discipline someone for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles.

If you don't beat someone for five days, they might set the mountain on fire.

Back then, Doggy was either cleaning up Ji Zuodao's messes or on his way to do the same.

last of the last.

It took a tremendous amount of effort and a significant loss of cultivation to finally rid himself of his inner demon identity and gain his freedom.

Is it easy for him?

Let's take another look at this kid, Ji Zhengdao.

He has never suffered since birth, and he became sworn brothers with Ji Zuodao right from the start.

After the sworn brotherhood ceremony, Ji Zhengdao secluded himself in Ji Zuodao's spiritual chamber, living a life of debauchery and indulgence in the Zhuangzi's butterfly dream, dreaming every day, with all sorts of things in his dreams, more exciting than watching a movie.

Finally, it even devoured the eerie realm in the east of the city, usurped its territory, and even formed a cooperation with the Han Dynasty, becoming an officially certified "Eerie Realm Management Specialist" with a monthly salary.

He has reached the pinnacle of his life.

And now, an even greater opportunity is before us.

Once you devour that Great Ming Secret Realm, you will gain freedom, no longer bound by the strange domain, and can go wherever you want and do whatever you want.

Look, what Doggy struggled with using his Destiny Insight to accomplish, Ji Zhengdao didn't have to do anything; the food was fed to him by himself.

People are more mad than people.

Dogs are more infuriating than people.

The more Doggy thought about it, the more unbalanced he felt. He grabbed another pig's trotter and took a big bite, as if he were biting some worthless thing.

Ji Zhengdao didn't notice Dog Master's little scheme; he was still pondering what Dog Master had just said.

He scratched his head, looking confused. "Dog Master, according to you, we just need to stay here and wait for that silly rabbit-like secret realm to stumble upon us?"

"Is this some kind of weird thing to do?"

To be honest, Ji Zhengdao still wasn't very confident.

He even began to suspect that Doge was just making fun of him.

Even if it's a chosen one in a novel, if they want to obtain a great opportunity, they still have to jump off a cliff, right?

Either you fall into a cave and find a peerless secret manual;

Either you encounter a reclusive senior master who imparts his skills to you;

At the very least, one must undergo a life-or-death ordeal, surviving only after narrowly escaping death, before finally obtaining that opportunity.

What about him?

Doing nothing but squatting on the roof eating pig's trotters, waiting for that secret realm to come to you by itself?

This is fucking too easy!