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

Heretical practices are sometimes truly unreasonable things.

You become sworn brothers with them at the dinner table, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts. After a few years or even decades, you exchange gifts during holidays and show concern for each other. Don't you think you should have developed some feelings for them by now?

Actually?

The next day when he chopped you up, he did it so swiftly and decisively, without even blinking an eye, faster than killing a chicken.

These are the kind of people who turn their backs on you without a second thought.

But one of the cubs tormented them for months, crying, screaming, pooping, and peeing, and almost died every few days.

They were thrown into chaos and confusion.

The results of it?

Instead, they became determined to keep it.

Even if this kid is a sickly child, born short-lived.

Even if the cost of saving him is too high, so high that it could scare a person to death if converted into money.

It's not worth it.

It's really not worth it.

Anyone with a normal mind can do the math.

But these three heretical cultivators and the dog are definitely not normal people.

They actually have one thing in common—

Since I've decided to do it, I won't worry about all the other nonsense; I'll just do it.

Cost-benefit analysis, risk assessment, and return on investment are things only cowards would bother with.

In their entire lives, they committed murder, arson, ransacked homes, wiped out entire families, and swindled and cheated. Did they ever do anything according to the rules?

We've only just come into this world once, why worry about so many things? Aren't we tired?

Therefore, on the day the decision was made, Shen Qianjie, Chu Hengdao, and Zhou Langchen went down the mountain.

The three of them left so decisively, without uttering a single unnecessary word, as if they were in a hurry to be reincarnated.

As for Dog Lord?

Tragically, he was left behind to take care of Xiao Ji Zuo Dao.

Dog Grandpa squatted at the door, watching the backs of those three bastards gradually disappear into the morning mist, feeling incredibly frustrated.

It wants to go down the mountain too!

It wants to make money too!

Why should we leave it to look after the children?

Is it because it can't beat them?

Damn it, we don't even have dog rights.

Dog sighed, resignedly turned around, listened to the faint cries of the little debt collector inside the house, and with his head drooping, went to catch the tigress.

Honestly, when it comes to ruthless exploitation, ransacking homes, and wiping out entire families, the evil cultivation profession is still the way to go.

These guys are born to do this.

Forcing them to do legitimate business and make money is worse than killing them.

But if you ask them to do crooked things, their minds will work faster than anyone else's, coming up with one idea after another, more readily than a spring.

Of course, the 749 Bureau in a certain area is also working hard to catch up in this regard. In recent years, its business capabilities have improved by leaps and bounds, showing a strong momentum to overtake the leaders.

However, it was still a little lacking.

After all, practicing evil cultivation is an ancestral skill.

Sure enough, in just over half a month, Shen Qianjie and his group returned with a full load of goods.

That was a truly bountiful harvest.

Top-grade medicinal herbs were being carried back in boxes and boxes, stacked higher than a person.

The top-grade spirit stones were piled up like a small mountain, glittering in the sunlight so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

There are countless kinds of rare and precious materials.

Dog Master's lips twitched as he looked at the mountain of supplies.

Damn it, these three bastards, did they raid some major sect?

It guessed correctly, but not entirely.

At that time, the Han Dynasty had only been established for a short period of time, and everything was in need of rebuilding, so the control was much stricter than before.

Although Shen Qianjie and his group were quite capable, they didn't dare to be too presumptuous. They couldn't just raid a major sect like they used to.

It's too eye-catching.

They are easily targeted.

So, the three of them, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displayed their unique abilities.

Let's start with Shen Qianjie.

The scientific research-oriented heretical cultivator has the sharpest mind among the three.

He took his newly developed "Guide to Overcoming the Five Difficulties" and headed straight for the Buddhist temple.

Those bald monks in Buddhism are rich!

The incense money came in like a flowing river, and the gold and silver treasures in the storeroom were piled up so high they were almost moldy.

Moreover, those bald monks in Buddhism take the matter of overcoming the five difficulties very seriously.

After all, the Five Difficulties Realm is a major hurdle on the path of cultivation, and many people get stuck at this level and can't get past it in their entire lives.

For example, some Buddhists, trapped in a love triangle, desperately want to return to secular life and elope with an ordinary person, becoming a pair of wild lovers, which is a real headache for the Buddhist community.

Shen Qianjie targeted this point, which is why he went to Buddhism to make money.

But he didn't reveal all his secrets at once.

He is not stupid.

He first scattered bait, using a little bit of useful dried goods to whet the appetite of those bald monks.

That little bit of practical information was indeed real and useful.

The bald monks in the Buddhist order tried it and found it effective, so they immediately became interested.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shen Qianjie began to frantically swindle funds.

Today they said they need to buy a rare medicinal herb, and they need the funds.

Tomorrow I'm going to do an important experiment that requires funding.

The day after tomorrow, they said they had encountered a technical bottleneck and needed funding to overcome it.

Every time he asked for money, he would release a little bit of dried goods to whet the appetite of those bald monks.

That tactic is exactly the same as knife fighting—

"Just a little bit more and it'll be finished!"

"One more cut and it'll be done!"

"It'll be ready soon!"

I have a feeling it's almost here, almost here, I'll be getting the full version soon.

But it was just a tiny bit off.

To reassure those wealthy bald monks, Shen Qianjie even hired an investigator to vouch for him.

The investigator's surname was Liu, and he worked for Bureau 749. He was chosen because Shen Qianjie discovered that this guy had a very flexible moral bottom line and that he also had powerful backers.

Shen Qianjie slipped him some extra money, and the investigator, Liu, readily agreed, patting his chest and assuring him, "No problem, I've got it covered!"

Anyway, by the time Shen Qianjie had amassed enough resources and made his escape, the Buddhist sect would have already obtained one percent of the content.

The Buddhist community cannot accuse him of fraud.

I'm just asking you, is it genuine?

Yes.

That's fine then.

Those bald monks in the Buddhist order could only swallow their bitterness and suffer in silence.

Let's talk about Chu Hengdao again.

He's a brute, and his methods are much more crude.

Kill them, then confiscate their property.

Simple, direct, and efficient.

At that time, the 749 Bureau was carrying out a large-scale crackdown on heretical cultivators.

Crackdowns on heretical practitioners are taking place everywhere; some are being killed, others imprisoned—it's quite a scene.

Chu Hengdao obtained intelligence from Bureau 749 by raising Gu worms.

His Gu worms are so stealthy that they can infiltrate anywhere and steal any information.

To him, those classified documents from Bureau 749 were as transparent as transparent.

Each time, he would strike first, even before 749th round.

After he finished killing and looting, the people from Bureau 749 finally arrived, only able to clean up the battlefield for him.

With thousands of Gu worms clearing the area, those evil cultivation sects were basically powerless to fight back.

Wherever the Gu worms go, nothing grows; even rats are gnawed down to their bones.

Occasionally, a few skilled individuals managed to break through the Gu worms' blockade and reach Chu Hengdao after much effort.

They thought they had a chance to turn things around.

Then they saw a flash of light.

The flash of the blade was faster than they could have imagined.

They didn't even see how the sword was drawn before they felt a chill on their necks and then saw a headless corpse standing in front of them.

That's their own body.

Chu Hengdao's broadsword never misses.

Finally, let's talk about Zhou Langchen.

That bastard's methods are the most insidious and despicable, but also the most effective.

He painted a mask for himself, impersonating those renowned figures from prestigious families and powerful sects.

The art of skin-painting was so masterful, so lifelike, that even one's own mother couldn't tell the difference.

Then, he used those people's faces to do some unspeakable things.

Take a photo after you're done.

The photo was high-definition, uncensored, taken from a tricky angle, and contained explosive content—enough to ruin the reputation of any prominent figure.

Then he sent those photos to the person in question.

Enclosed was a letter that read: "Want these photos back? Pay up. Otherwise, they'll be on the front page of every major newspaper tomorrow."