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

That's why people say Wang Bing and Ji Zuodao are brothers.

Although one of these brothers was raised in a loving environment, the other was picked up from a garbage dump;

One learned the orthodox martial arts of a prestigious school, while the other learned the unorthodox and wicked methods.

One was cherished like a treasure, while the other was raised by three evil cultivators and an old black dog.

But since they came from the same womb, they still look somewhat alike.

For example, the kind of energy you have when you're doing bad things.

It is an eternal truth that people don't feel tired when they do bad things.

When you ask him to work overtime, he complains of being tired, having back pain, and neck pain, as if he's about to die.

But if you ask him to do something immoral, hey, he immediately gets all excited, his back doesn't hurt anymore, his legs don't ache anymore, and he can climb five flights of stairs without even breaking a sweat.

Both Ji Zuodao and Wang Bing proved this point through their own actions.

Ji Zuodao, unusually, worked overtime and was currently holed up in his office, legs crossed, happily studying the Wang family's asset list.

His eyes and expression were like those of a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days, eyeing a fat sheep.

As he flipped through the documents, he muttered to himself, seemingly muttering something to himself.

Judging from the occasional sly "hehe" laughs he let out, it certainly wasn't anything nice.

Dog Master squatted down beside him, looked at him like this, sighed, and shook his head.

Well, this kid is plotting how to raid the house again.

Meanwhile, Wang Bing wasn't idle either.

He is also making plans.

However, the plan wasn't about how to raid the house, but rather how to retaliate.

Wang Bing could no longer hold back.

Now, whenever he closes his eyes, a picture appears in his mind:

Ji Zuodao, who looked exactly like him, swaggered into the Wang family's gate, sat in his usual seat, ate his usual food, and used his usual things.

His parents fawned over Ji Zuodao, showering him with concern, serving him tea and water, and were incredibly attentive.

The servants also surrounded Ji Zuodao, calling him "Young Master" affectionately.

And what about Wang Bing?

Like an abandoned lapdog, I could only cower in a corner, watching all this with longing eyes, unable to even get a sip of soup.

Whenever he thought of this, he felt as if he was about to be burned to ashes by jealousy.

He wanted to rush up to Ji Zuodao, grab him by the collar, and ask him: What right do you have? What right do you have to take everything from me the moment you appear?

He even wanted to kill Ji Zuodao.

But he dared not.

The lessons learned from the past are still fresh in our minds.

Ji Zuodao's underling, Li Shuwen, could easily beat him to a pulp, leaving him utterly helpless.

Li Shuwen looked to be about the same age as him, but his skills, reactions, and combat awareness were on a completely different level.

He, Wang Bing, was at least a Qi cultivator at the second level of the Dharma Aspect realm, a genius nurtured by the Wang family with all their might.

But in front of Li Shuwen, he felt like a toddler who had just learned to walk, who would be slapped to the ground.

You can't even beat someone's underlings, yet you want to fight the person in front of you?

Isn't that like an old man hanging himself—wanting to die?

He dared not think about it.

but!

Who is Wang Bing? He is the eldest grandson of the royal family, a highly educated person, and a cultured individual.

There are many ways to ruin a person; it doesn't necessarily have to involve knives.

For example, it ruined his reputation.

In this internet age, the cost of framing someone is incredibly low. So low it's outrageous.

You don't need any real evidence or reliable sources; all you need is a mouth and a finger that can type to ruin someone's reputation.

By fabricating a few smear stories, hiring a few online trolls, and stirring up public opinion, you can drown the person you want to smear.

Wang Bing didn't even hire anyone to write a smear article about Ji Zuodao.

He personally took charge of the procedure.

Although his face was wrapped in gauze like a mummy, and although his arm was still broken, in a cast, and hanging in front of his chest.

But this did not deter his determination to seek revenge.

Wang used his only movable finger to type, letter by letter, for the entire night.

That speed was outrageously slow.

Typing five words per minute is considered an exceptional performance for him.

But he persevered.

That drive, that perseverance, that indomitable spirit—if used in the right way, they might really achieve great things.

It's a pity he used it to write smear articles.

One, two, three... he wrote more than a dozen in one go.

Every single one of them is a piece of dirt on Ji Zuodao.

Each one is a masterpiece.

The headlines were all sensationalist, each one more shocking than the last:

Shocking! Section Chief Ji Zuodao of Bureau 749 actually did this!

Insider Reveals: All the Evidence of Ji Zuodao's Embezzlement and Bribery is Here!

Where is justice? Ji Zuodao indiscriminately kills innocent people, yet remains at large!

The Dark Side of Jinghai Bureau 749: How Did Ji Zuodao Control Everything?

You thought he was an upright official? Actually, he's a demon! Ji Zuodao's true colors are revealed!

Wang Bing looked at the manuscripts he had written and nodded in satisfaction.

Each piece was written with heartfelt emotion, tears streaming down the face, and reasoned with solid evidence, making readers want to join in the cursing.

He even deliberately imitated the tone of a "righteous passerby," portraying himself as a warm-hearted citizen who couldn't stand Ji Zuodao's actions and bravely stood up to speak out.

The tone, the wording, the emotion—it was all so full of feeling.

"Hmph, Ji Zuodao, just you wait."

Wang Bing looked at the rising white light outside the window and smiled with satisfaction.

He posted these articles one by one on the Qi Cultivator Forum, and then bought a wave of traffic.

That forum is the largest communication platform in the cultivation world of the Great Han Dynasty, with millions of registered users and hundreds of thousands of active users every day.

Qi practitioners from all walks of life exchange ideas, share experiences, and gossip here, making it a very popular spot.

Wang Bing believes that once these posts go viral, young people like Ji Zuodao, who hold high positions, are most vulnerable to cyberbullying.

At that time, the pressure from public opinion will weigh on Ji Zuodao like a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

Those uninformed bystanders will hurl insults at Ji Zuodao, ruining his reputation.

Finally, under pressure from public opinion, Bureau 749 will definitely strip Ji Zuodao of his title.

Wang Bing thought about it more and more, and felt more and more like a genius.

He had even begun to fantasize about Ji Zuodao being dismissed from her post and kneeling before him, begging for mercy.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Wang Bing couldn't help but laugh out loud. The laughter echoed in the bedroom in the early morning, sounding like a night owl—sharp and piercing.

Then, the wound on his face was pulled, causing him to gasp in pain and quickly shut his mouth.

"Damn it, I'll wait until Ji Zuodao falls before I slowly recover from my injuries."

He comforted himself in this way.

A few hours later.

Wang Bing estimated that the post should have gone viral enough, so he picked up his phone, opened the Qi Refining Forum, and prepared to admire his masterpiece.

The post did indeed go viral.

It's incredibly popular.

Each post garnered over 100,000 views and received over a thousand comments.

The buzz and traffic were even more explosive than the scandals of top celebrities.

Looking at those data, Wang Bing felt incredibly pleased.

Ji Zuodao is finished now. Public opinion has exploded. Shouldn't Bureau 749 step in to handle this next?

But when Wang clicked in and saw those comments, his smile froze on his face.

Those comments were indeed a barrage of criticism.

But none of them were directed at Ji Zuodao.

It was aimed at him, not him.

Wang Bing read through the list one by one, becoming more and more confused and questioning his own existence.

Damn it, everyone's cursing him.

There were all sorts of insults.

They called him a sycophant of Ji Zuodao, someone who came to whitewash Ji Zuodao, a paid troll posting, and a clown trying to ride on Ji Zuodao's popularity.

Those comments were increasingly offensive, increasingly malicious, and increasingly filled with insults directed at ancestors.