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

"Hey, brother, you're really out of your depth, aren't you?"

As Ji Zhengdao spoke, he looked around, surveying the Great Ming Secret Realm, his eyes gleaming with the light of someone who had struck gold.

"Just imagine, standing on the Tiananmen Rostrum, how magnificent would that be? It's way more impressive than sitting on the dragon throne."

"That dragon throne is uncomfortable to sit on, and there's nowhere to put your feet. Tiananmen Gate is much better. You can stand on it and look down on everyone. That's what you call grand."

He got more and more excited as he talked, rubbing his hands together, his expression like that of a stray cat that hadn't eaten for three days seeing a fresh fish.

"Hmm, it's a bit small here, but it's exquisite. And this thing can even move around in the void, wow, that's quite a rare feature."

He was genuinely envious.

Doggy was right, it really was a great opportunity.

By absorbing this secret realm, he can bring the strange domain into himself and move freely with it.

This feature sounds amazing!

From now on, I can go wherever I want. Today I'll stay in Jinghai, tomorrow I'll go to the top of Mount Tai to feel the breeze, and the day after tomorrow I'll go to the beach in Sanya to soak up the sun.

No longer will we be confined to that small plot of land in the east of the city.

During this period, he figured out the trading rules in his field, but the cost was too high.

Ji Zhengdao and Ji Zuodao are both greedy.

Dog Lord is willing to pay the price, but he is not.

He's not as open-minded as Dogman.

How many years has Dog Lord lived? What storms hasn't he seen?

Paying a price is as easy as eating and drinking for Dog Master; he doesn't even blink an eye at it.

But Ji Zhengdao is different.

How long has he been born?

I haven't enjoyed life enough yet.

Make him pay the price?

No way.

So this secret realm is like a pillow delivered to someone who's about to fall asleep—

Just right, not too much, not too little, exactly what he needed.

Ji Zhengdao grabbed Ji Zuodao's hand, his eyes sparkling, almost overflowing with longing:

"Brother, help me. I want this."

The tone and expression were exactly like a child who had seen a toy they liked and was tugging at their parent's hand and acting cute.

Ji Zuodao grinned, and the smile was exactly the same as when he was swindling and cheating:

"Sure, we both have the surname Ji, so it's the same. I can just borrow it from you when the time comes."

"Alright!"

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously revealed a knowing, mischievous smile.

Tsk tsk, same old story.

In contrast to them, Zhu Cheng was really about to lose his composure.

He stood in the messy passageway, clutching the jade seal in his hand, looking up at the huge hole in the sky, feeling his blood pressure soaring at a visible speed.

This is a nearly new secret place of our own!

It was smashed open and a huge hole was made!

The key is--

That thing that crashed in is still desperately trying to squeeze in!

The massive Tiananmen Square was slowly squeezing through the gap, the sound of bricks rubbing against each other making a creaking, teeth-grinding noise.

The crack in the sky is getting bigger and bigger.

"Damn it, don't come in!"

"It's too big! We can't fit it in!"

Zhu Cheng roared inwardly, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.

He watched helplessly as the crack widened and widened, from a small fissure to a huge gap, and then from that gap to a bottomless black hole.

Half of Tiananmen Square had already been seen, its vermilion gate tower standing out starkly in the twilight.

The lanterns hanging on the city tower were still swaying in the wind, looking as if they were mocking him.

Zhu Cheng took a deep breath, then another, and then yet another.

Then, he raised the jade seal in his hand, his voice rising abruptly in the twilight, carrying a resolute air of desperation:

"Ming army, heed my command—all troops, attack!"

He couldn't care less about Qiqi right now.

If this continues, we won't even be able to protect our core base.

If the secret realm is gone, how will he revive the Ming Dynasty?

How can we fulfill the long-cherished wish of our ancestors?

All his efforts, all his hard work, all his sacrifices will be in vain.

"Yes, sir!!!!"

Thousands upon thousands of Ming soldiers responded in unison, their voices like rolling thunder, exploding in the twilight and making the air buzz.

All the Ming soldiers roared, and the battle formation was activated!

Golden glints rose from each Ming soldier, like countless fireflies, converging into a golden ocean in the twilight.

The golden light intertwined, merged, and condensed in mid-air, no longer transforming into the weapons they had before, but into enormous phantom images of generals.

Those phantom figures, clad in golden armor, wielding long halberds, with swords at their waists and helmets on their heads, were majestic and awe-inspiring, like war gods stepping out of an ancient painting.

Although it was an illusion, its aura undoubtedly reached the level of the Divine Power Realm.

Each phantom exuded a suffocating pressure, distorting and deforming the surrounding air.

Under the crushing pressure, fine cracks began to appear on the blue bricks of the passageway, making a "crackling" sound.

A dozen or so golden phantom generals stood in the twilight, like a dozen majestic mountain peaks, surrounding Ji Zuodao and Ji Zhengdao.

The sheer scale of it was enough to make your legs go weak.

"Hey, you think you're scared of me?"

Ji Zhengdao stood with his hands on his hips, tilted his head back, and looked at the golden general phantoms. There was no fear on his face, but rather an excited eagerness to try.

"Do you think our Ji family has no one left?"

He stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers—

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound rang out in the twilight.

The next second—

The situation has reversed.

The Ming army was surrounded.

Countless black and white Ming soldiers surged out from the shadows from all directions, like a tide, surrounding the group of golden-armored Ming soldiers.

Those black-and-white Ming soldiers wore the same armor as the Ming army, carried the same halberds, and formed the same battle formation as the Ming army.

The only difference is—

They are black and white.

It looked as if it had stepped out of an old photograph, appearing particularly eerie in the twilight.

And leading the way was a figure no one expected—

Zhu Cheng.

Or rather, it was Zhu Cheng's inner demon.

The inner demon wore a black and white python robe, with a black and white jade belt around its waist, and its hair was tied up with a black and white jade hairpin.

His appearance was exactly the same as Zhu Cheng's, even the gentle and refined smile on his lips was identical.

The only difference is—

His eyes.

Zhu Cheng's eyes were black, as deep as a bottomless well.

His inner demon's eyes were white, so white that they were without a trace of impurity, like two bleached glass beads, gleaming faintly in the twilight.

Ji Zhengdao's mysterious domain has now overlapped with Zhu Cheng's Ming Dynasty secret realm.

Although it was only a small area, just a tiny patch squeezed in from Tiananmen Square, it was enough.

That's enough for him to use some of the rules in his own domain.

How to draw out Zhu Chenghe and his group of strange inner demons?

Relax and easy.