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

Xiao Ji was so hungry that she felt dizzy and her stomach was growling like thunder.

He crawled around on the ground, trying to find something to fill his stomach. But the yard was spotless, without even a single leaf.

Finally, he remembered the herb garden.

There are lots and lots of delicious things growing there.

He climbed into the herb garden, his eyes lit up at the sight of the spiritual herbs shrouded in mist, and he reached out and grabbed a Ganoderma lucidum, about to stuff it into his mouth.

Then, Zhou Langchen grabbed him by the back of the neck, lifted him into the air, and with his other hand holding a rattan cane, gave him a good beating on the buttocks.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The rattan cane struck her buttocks with a crisp sound, echoing through the medicinal garden along with Xiao Ji Zuodao's heart-wrenching cries.

"I'll teach you to steal! I'll teach you to steal! Will you dare to do it again?"

"Waaah... I won't do it again... I won't do it again..."

Xiao Ji Zuodao cried her eyes out, her face covered in tears and snot.

After Zhou Langchen finished beating him, he threw him on the ground, clapped his hands, and turned to leave.

Xiao Ji Zuodao lay on the ground and cried for a while. Then she raised her head, looked at the Ganoderma lucidum that was so close to her, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and secretly picked a small piece and put it in her mouth.

The Ganoderma lucidum entered his mouth and transformed into a warm current that flowed into his body, relieving his hunger.

Having tasted the sweetness, he secretly picked another leaf.

Then, I got beaten up again.

This time, the attack was even more brutal.

Xiao Ji Zuodao was lying face down on the bed, her buttocks swollen so badly that she couldn't even turn over.

He cried as he chewed on the small piece of Ganoderma lucidum in his mouth, thinking to himself—it was worth it.

And so, Xiao Ji Zuo Dao began his life of stealing medicine.

Nine times out of ten, he was caught, hung up, and beaten.

But at least we got to eat.

With the occasional bits and pieces of monster meat that Dog Master would leak from his mouth, he managed to barely survive.

But that's all it takes to survive.

As he began practicing several unorthodox methods, he became hungrier.

Those evil spells were like high-powered engines, frantically consuming the energy within his body.

The food I just ate was completely consumed in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Ji Zuo Dao could only steal even more desperately.

You have to work hard.

If he doesn't fight desperately, those black tendons inside his body will begin to devour his flesh and blood.

That feeling was ten thousand times worse than being beaten.

Xiao Ji is a treacherous person who is afraid of death.

I'm terrified of dying.

So, in order to live, he would rather die than not eat his fill.

He started going to the herb garden more often and searching for food more desperately.

He learned to distinguish which elixirs were more filling and how to make fake elixirs so that his three masters wouldn't notice.

They learned to snatch meat from Dog Master's bowl and then make a quick getaway before Dog Master gets angry.

Xiao Ji Zuodao learned a lot.

It's all about survival.

That day, in the forests of Lion Camel Ridge.

Xiao Ji Zuo Dao was squatting on a rock, panting heavily.

He hadn't taken the elixir for several days.

The medicinal herbs in the herb garden were closely guarded by his three masters, so he couldn't find an opportunity to take advantage of them.

There's not much profit to be made from Dog Master's side either.

He was so hungry that he was dizzy and weak all over, and he felt his stomach was slowly devouring him.

Xiao Ji Zuo Dao knew that if he didn't eat, he would die.

He raised his head, looking at the distant mountains and forests, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

When there was no food, he hunted for himself.

Let's go down the mountain and hunt!

Not long after he came down the mountain, he smelled a scent.

The smell was fishy and foul, with a distinctive wild animal odor.

Xiao Ji Zuodao looked up and saw a mandrill squatting not far ahead, gnawing on a piece of wild honey that it had somehow managed to pluck from a beehive.

The mandrill was covered in black fur, had a ferocious face, and exposed fangs, making it a terrifying sight.

He stared at the mandrill, swallowed hard, and only one thought occupied his mind—

meat.

That's meat.

Kill it, eat it, and you'll live.

The moment that thought crossed her mind, something she had never experienced before quietly began to grow in the deepest part of Ji Zuodao's heart.

Those eyes, which had been somewhat unfocused due to hunger, focused at this moment.

It no longer contains the innocence and grievances of children.

For the first time, malice, murderous intent, and...greed appeared in the eyes of this three-year-old child, Ji Zuodao.

It was an almost instinctive, naked, beast-like gaze.

In the sky, three evil cultivators and a dog were quietly floating, looking down.

They saw that Xiao Ji Zuodao was slapped away by the mountain demon and sent flying, rolling several times on the ground.

Then he got up again and again, rushed forward again and again, and was swatted away again and again.

His face was covered in blood, and his body was covered in wounds.

But they still didn't give up.

Finally, he seized the opportunity, pounced on the mandrill, and then raised his fist and smashed it hard on the mandrill's head.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

He smashed it for a long time.

It went on for so long that his arms ached.

Xiao Ji stopped, panting heavily, and looked at the motionless body on the ground.

He did it.

He killed it.

Then, Xiao Ji Zuo Dao started a fire.

Following the example of the masters, I used two stones to rub together and start a fire.

After several attempts, I finally got the fire going.

Then they dragged the mandrill to the fire, and used a sharp stone to cut open its skin and flesh, cutting off pieces of meat and roasting them over the fire.

The meat sizzled and dripped with oil, its aroma filling the air.

Xiao Ji Zuodao looked at the golden-brown roasted meat and swallowed hard.

He reached out, grabbed the piece of meat, and stuffed it into his mouth without caring that it was hot.

The meat smelled delicious.

Very tender.

delicious.

As he ate, tears started streaming down his face.

The tears streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto the roasted meat, making a sizzling sound.

He didn't know why he was crying.

It's probably because it's so delicious.

Perhaps it's because he finally survived.

Little Ji Zuodao ate while crying, using tears and snot as seasoning.

In the sky, Shen Qianjie looked down at Ji Zuodao, who was crying and eating mandrill meat, and a smile appeared on his face.

That smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of relief and ease.

"This kid, he finally made it through."

He spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of relief.

"His essence is being repaired. However, it's still a bit slow."

"You are what you eat. Old Zhou, starting tomorrow you teach him how to refine human pills. Remember to have him do some exercises first. Only when he gets a perfect score can you take him to kill someone to refine the pills."

Zhou Langchen was taken aback: "Huh? We have to do practice problems? Why make it so complicated?"

Things are not what they used to be.

Shen Qianjie shook his head, his tone carrying the感慨 of someone who had been through it all.

"In this world, there's no way for heretical cultivators to survive. We're too capable, so it doesn't matter. This kid has a long road ahead of him. It's more promising to be a lackey of the imperial court than a heretical cultivator."

"I know a 749 investigator; I heard he's even risen to the rank of deputy director. Once this kid comes of age, I'll kick him over there and get some good cigarettes and alcohol in return. Damn it, I can only drink once every ten days or two weeks to support this kid. He's a real debt collector."

Although he was scolding, his expression was very gentle.

Below, Xiao Ji Zuodao, unaware that her every move was being watched, continued to eat while crying.

He ate with great relish and was very satisfied.

That feeling of happiness filled his entire chest.

"Little Daodao, Little Daodao, wake up, something's happened."

In the office of the Demon Management Section of Bureau 749, Su Xiaoxiao's voice could be heard.

Ji Zuodao opened his eyes and yawned.

Did I just dream?

What dream was it again?

I think I dreamt about delicious food.

I feel a sense of happiness.