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

Ji Zuodao knew that the Wang family was probably quite wealthy, but he never expected that the Wang family was so incredibly rich!

To put it another way, since Ji Zuodao joined Bureau 749, he has done a lot of things like confiscating property and wiping out entire families.

He had copied the records of the Hehuan Sect's branch in Jinghai;

He copied all the Buddhist temples in Jinghai;

He copied the headquarters of the Monster Protection Association;

He also raided those disobedient minor sects and families.

All in all, there must be at least a dozen.

The spoils of war—spirit stones, magical artifacts, elixirs, and cultivation manuals—could fill three warehouses if piled up.

But all those things combined still can't compare to the Wang family.

This is only the information available on the surface.

The Wang family's fixed assets, working capital, equity investments, overseas assets...

Each one is an astronomical figure.

In Jinghai alone, the Wang family owns nine villas, eight shops, and a five-story office building.

The detached villa they live in now is nestled against the mountains and by the water, a quiet oasis amidst the hustle and bustle. When it was first launched, the price was outrageously high; an ordinary person couldn't afford even a toilet there even if they worked for ten lifetimes.

Ji Zuodao swallowed hard, feeling his heart racing, his blood pressure rising, and his adrenaline surging.

If he copies this, he'll never have to worry for the rest of his life.

They're probably richer than the Empress.

Ji Zuodao always felt that the Empress's wealth was an unattainable figure, something he could only look up to in his entire life.

But now, he sees hope.

Damn, even Ji Zuodao is starting to look forward to it.

He will definitely find a suitable occasion, such as a high-end banquet, surrounded by wealthy and famous people, with clinking glasses and elegant attire.

Then someone asked him, "Section Chief Ji, how much are you worth?"

He smiled faintly, picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and then said those words in a nonchalant tone.

"I've never touched money; I have no interest in it. My happiest time was when I was earning eight thousand a month as an investigator."

That level of sophistication, that level of class, it's simply amazing.

He was happily fantasizing about how cool he would look when Dog Master came up to him.

Old Dog had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, slowly savoring it.

It brought its head close to the documents, looked at them for a while, and then pointed to one of them with its paw.

Look at this.

"Although the Wang family was wealthy in the past, they were definitely not this extravagant."

"They suddenly started having smooth sailing one day, rising rapidly as if they had a cheat code, making money no matter what they did, and rising in value no matter what they invested in."

"Buy stocks and they hit the daily limit; buy real estate and it appreciates in value; buy land and a high-speed rail station is built next to it. That kind of luck is enviable. Look at this time frame, nineteen years ago."

Ji Zuodao also came over, his head close to Dog's head. The two of them, like two old farmers squatting in the field studying crops, stared at the document for a long time.

"How did they do that?"

Ji Zuo asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

There is no such thing as good fortune without a reason in this world.

A family suddenly starts to have everything go smoothly, either because they have obtained some extraordinary opportunity or because they have paid some unknown price.

Dog Master gave a cold laugh.

"Because nineteen years ago, the Wang family produced a prodigy. A child destined to be a celestial being."

Dog used its paw to rummage through the documents, turned to the next page, and pointed to a photo on it.

"Let me see... Hmm, his name is Wang Bing. Tsk tsk, look at this photo, he really does look a lot like you."

Ji Zuodao leaned closer to take a look and saw that the photo showed a young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, who did indeed look seven or eight parts similar to him.

Those eyebrows, those features, that temperament—they all have a certain charm.

But his eyes held a condescending arrogance, completely different from his usual roguish charm.

Ji Zuodao clicked his tongue, leaned back in his chair, put his hands behind his head, stared at the ceiling, and remained silent for a long while.

"Tsk, at first I thought that guy was a perverted sasaeng fan, but I didn't expect his face to be real."

He suddenly remembered something and pulled out a thin, cicada-wing-like object from his pocket—the "painted skin" he had peeled off Wang Bing's face.

He held it in his hand and looked at it, then casually tossed it aside. The face drew an arc in the air and landed precisely in the trash can in the corner.

"This guy's an idiot. If you're not a painted skin, then say so! What's the point of having a mouth? You've wasted my time."

Ji Zuodao completely forgot how fast he had acted back then.

He didn't even give Wang Bing a chance to yell a few times before he just grabbed it and ripped it off.

Wang Bing wanted to say something, but his face was being pinched and he couldn't open his mouth. How could he say anything? Should he try to express it with his eyes?

However, Ji Zuodao naturally chose to selectively forget these details.

"But, is he destined to be a celestial child?"

"Damn it, no wonder they threw it in the trash. There was a better one there."

Ji Zuodao's voice was very calm, unusually so.

It's like talking about something that has nothing to do with you.

Dog Master glanced at him but didn't reply.

It knew this kid too well. The calmer the kid appeared, the more turbulent his inner world was.

He's been like this since he was little. When he's unhappy, he won't cry or make a fuss; instead, he'll laugh. The brighter his laugh, the more upset he feels inside.

"Absolutely," Dog replied, his tone carrying the wisdom of someone who's been there.

"If it were me, Dog Lord, I'd also choose this Celestial Child. The Sickly Child is called the Calamity Child, so guess what the Celestial Child is called?"

"What?"

"The Blessing Child".

"Surrounded by good fortune, they can protect their family. Even if they die, buried in the morning and the smoke rises at noon, the good fortune will be so thick that it will benefit their descendants and ensure the prosperity of their family."

"Look at your sickly fate. Wherever you go, trouble will come your way, and misfortune will follow. When you were a child in Lion Camel Ridge, the mountain collapsed twice in three years, was struck by lightning three times in five years, and suffered a flash flood once in seven years. Your grandpa's doghouse was hit by meteorites nineteen times, once a year."

Ji Zuodao scratched his head, looking completely innocent.

"Really? I think I'm pretty lucky. I always manage to turn bad luck into good and misfortune into good fortune. Isn't that just good luck?"

Dog rolled his eyes.

"You've survived this long thanks in part to your master's excellent training, which gave you a high health pool and a tough life. In part, you also have to thank Qiqi."

"Seven Seven?"

"Yes, Qiqi."

Doggy nodded. "It's a good thing you brought Qiqi out. In this world, only Qiqi can suppress your sickly fate. Otherwise, you'd probably be dead by now."

"It's not uncommon for celestial children to be surrounded by good fortune, but a celestial child protected by dragon energy is truly unheard of."

Ji Zuodao turned his gaze back to the Wang family's documents, a complex light flickering in his eyes.

"So, Wang Bing was destined to be a celestial child, while I was destined to be a sickly child. The Wang family chose to keep him and discard me."

"It looks like that," said Dog.

"They took away my innate essence and filled it into his body, making him a true genius."

"Then they threw me away, far away, afraid that after I died, the misfortune of the sick child's fate would affect them."

"That seems to be the case," said Dog.

Ji Zuodao remained silent for a while.

Then he smiled.

"Damn, doesn't that mean I've made a profit?"

Dogman was taken aback: "You made a profit?"

"That's right," Ji Zuoli said confidently.

"Think about it, if I stayed in the Wang family, I would definitely be raised like a sick child, locked in a dark room every day, never seeing the light of day. I might even be chained up, for fear that I would run around and bring bad luck. I would eat leftovers, wear tattered clothes, and live like a dog."

"But now, I'm a section-level cadre in Bureau 749, wielding great power and backed by a powerful figure. No matter how rich or powerful the Wang family is, would they dare to touch me? They wouldn't. When they see me, they still have to politely call me 'Section Chief Ji'."

"Thinking about it this way, didn't I come out ahead?"

"You little rascal, you really are worthy of being the child we raised."

"That's right, don't you even know who taught me?"

Ji Zuodao turned his gaze back to the screen, looking at the data with a hunter's eye gleaming at his prey.

That's fine too. Since you all don't want me, I can confiscate your property with a clear conscience.