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

One, two, three, four...

The inner demon Zhu Cheng's hands were twitching as he scattered the gold coins.

Even so, it still couldn't keep up with the rate of consumption.

Those Ming soldiers with inner demons, who had just been resurrected, were cut down again by the golden-armored Ming soldiers.

I just revived, and then I got killed again.

He revives again, only to be cut down again.

Those Ming soldiers with inner demons turned to look at Zhu Cheng, the inner demon.

The meaning in his eyes was very clear—

Stop standing there, give us a buff too!

Look at the other side, there's golden rain and golden light, increased attack, increased defense, increased health, and increased speed. After a set of buffs, their combat power has increased several times.

What about you?

All you know is how to throw gold coins around!

All you know how to do is send us to our deaths!

You should give us some support too!

Looking at the resentful eyes of those demonic Ming soldiers, Zhu Cheng, the inner demon, wore a bitter expression and felt extremely aggrieved.

It's not that I don't want to give you buffs, it's that I don't have the means!

That's someone else's exclusive weapon, their own lucky golden dragon.

Where am I supposed to get dragon energy for you?

I'm already being very generous by showering you with gold coins to revive you!

What else do you want?

The inner demon Zhu Cheng turned his gaze to his boss—Ji Zhengdao.

The meaning in his eyes was quite clear—

Boss, I'm out of ideas, you go ahead.

Ji Zhengdao received a look from Zhu Cheng, the inner demon, and was also troubled.

He scratched his head, glanced at the demonic Ming soldiers being chased by the golden-armored Ming army, then at the golden general phantoms swaggering in the sky, and then at Tiananmen Square, which was constantly expanding and being squeezed in...

He was at his wit's end!

His field is still expanding in this direction, but it will take time.

At least fifteen minutes.

Judging from the current situation, they won't last even half a quarter of an hour, let alone a quarter of an hour.

Those Ming soldiers in golden armor could reach them in less than a quarter of an hour and chop them up.

Ji Zhengdao also turned his gaze to his elder brother, Ji Zuodao.

The meaning in his eyes was quite clear—

Brother, I'm out of ideas, you go ahead.

Ji Zuodao stood on the roof, looking at the group of people staring at him, and blinked.

No, why are you all staring at me?

Do I look like I have the aura of a dragon?

I'm a heretical cultivator, where am I supposed to get dragon energy for you?

Standing next to him, Qiqi could also feel the tension in the atmosphere.

She glanced at the Ming army, driven by inner demons, as they retreated steadily; then at the Ming army, clad in golden armor, as they pressed forward; then at Zhu Cheng, who stood in the distance, holding the imperial seal and with a pale face; and then at Ji Zuodao, whose brows were furrowed...

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out her small hand and gently tugged at Ji Zuodao's sleeve.

"elder brother……"

Ji Zuodao lowered his head and looked at her.

Qiqi tilted her little face up, her big eyes showing a hint of seriousness, a hint of hesitation, and a hint of eagerness to help:

"Qiqi can allocate a little bit of the dragon energy..."

Before she could finish speaking, she received a light tap on the forehead.

"Thump."

The sound was soft and the force was light, like flicking away a speck of dust.

Qi Qi cried out "Ouch!" and covered her forehead, looking at Ji Zuodao with a somewhat aggrieved expression.

Ji Zuodao squatted down to meet her gaze, reached out and rubbed the spot where she had been flicked, his tone carrying an air of domineering self-righteousness:

"Why share? You should keep the good stuff to yourself and not give it away casually."

Qi Qi covered her forehead, looked into Ji Zuodao's serious eyes, and nodded as if she understood: "Oh..."

She agreed verbally, but she still didn't quite understand.

Why can't it be given away?

Mingming's brother always gives her good things.

Give her candied hawthorns, give her roast duck, give her fun little trinkets, save everything for her.

Her brother was so good to her, and she wanted to be good to him in return.

The most valuable thing about her is her dragon aura.

She wanted to share some with her brother to help him through this difficult time.

But her brother wouldn't let her share.

Qiqi looked at her toes, feeling a dull ache in her heart.

But she was still very obedient and didn't bring it up again.

Because she knew that her brother had his reasons for not letting her do certain things.

Ji Zuodao stood up and looked at Ji Zhengdao.

Ji Zhengdao was looking at him expectantly.

"Big brother, what do we do now?"

Ji Zhengdao asked, his tone tinged with anxiety.

"It will take another quarter of an hour for my forces to fully penetrate this territory. But judging from the current situation, we won't even last half a quarter of an hour. Those golden-armored Ming soldiers will be upon us in less than half a quarter of an hour and chop us up."

Ji Zuodao grinned and smiled.

It was a genuine, confident, and exuberant smile.

"What's so difficult about that?"

He spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an air of unquestionable dominance:

"I will attain supernatural powers."

Ji Zhengdao was taken aback: "Huh?"

"I said, I have attained supernatural powers."

Ji Zuodao repeated it.

"Wait until I unleash an awesome supernatural power and fight on my home turf, then let's see how he can still cause trouble."

Ji Zhengdao blinked, looked at Ji Zuodao, then at the approaching Ming army in golden armor, and then back at Ji Zuodao, his face showing an expression that said, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What? You don't believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe it..." Ji Zhengdao scratched his head, "The problem is, where are you going to get your supernatural powers? And whose skin did you peel off?"

Ji Zuodao shook his head:

"Forget about it. All I have left is the skin of the Zhou family patriarch. That piece of trash, I can kill him with my Dharma Aspect Realm cultivation. Against an enemy who can reset his status, his ability to chip away at the health bar is completely useless."

"What should we do then?"

Ji Zhengdao was even more confused. "You're not thinking of figuring it out on the spot, are you? Brother, this is no joke. Supernatural powers aren't something you can just figure out on a whim."

Ji Zuodao grinned, put his arm around Ji Zhengdao's shoulder, and said in a tone that said, "Brother, you're still too young."

"The Divine Power Realm, to put it simply, is about constructing a Divine Power Space. To construct a Divine Power Space, two things are needed—one is the power of heaven and earth, forming a world of its own; the other is the power of the five elements, flowing endlessly."

He paused, then counted on his fingers:

"Both of these things require time to work out. However, with 749's backing, I've already mastered the power of the five elements. After eating so many Five Elements Spirit Peaches at the Grand Martial Arts Competition, even my poop is multicolored now."

Ji Zhengdao's lips twitched as he listened.

That metaphor is so damn down-to-earth.

"So, what I lack now is the power of heaven and earth," Ji Zuodao said, clapping his hands with a relaxed expression.

Ji Zhengdao blinked.

The power of heaven and earth?

Wait, he knows how to do that?

The concept of a bizarre realm is actually quite similar to a supernatural space. Both require the power of heaven and earth to form, creating a self-contained world.

As the master of a strange realm, borrowing the power of heaven and earth is a passive skill.

He borrows every day.

Ji Zhengdao looked at Ji Zuodao, and Ji Zuodao looked at him in return.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and then simultaneously revealed a knowing smile.

"I see." Ji Zhengdao nodded.

"Got it?" Ji Zuodao grinned.

"Understood."

Ji Zhengdao stepped forward and stood face to face with Ji Zuodao.

The two were about the same height, and standing together, they looked like they were looking in a mirror.

However, one is a living person, and the other is an inner demon.

One is colorful, and the other is black and white.

Ji Zhengdao reached out and cupped Ji Zuodao's face in his hands, then pressed his forehead against Ji Zuodao's forehead.

Their foreheads touched gently.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Everything around me—the shouts of battle, the clanging of metal, the sounds of collapsing buildings, the wind, the rain…

They've all disappeared.

Only the two of them remained.

One physical body, one inner demon.

"So——"

Ji Zhengdao spoke, his voice soft but carrying a solemn tone.

"I'm back after a long time."

After he finished speaking, his entire body transformed into a ball of dark light and entered Ji Zuodao's forehead.

The dark, black-and-white light, carrying a hint of coolness, resembled a small fish swimming within Ji Zuodao's mind before slowly sinking into the depths.