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

Ji Zhengdao clapped his hands, as if brushing off some non-existent dust, then turned to Ji Zuodao and said, "Brother, it's done."

Ji Zuodao leaned against the stove, a slight smile playing on his lips: "How are you feeling?"

Ji Zhengdao moved his arms to the left, swung his legs to the right, and then turned his head 360 degrees, his neck cracking as if it were wound up.

"Oh ho ho ho, so this is what a real body feels like?"

He looked completely blissful, his hands stroking his body, his expression like that of a child eating candy for the first time, practically bubbling with joy.

"It's different, really different. It's completely different from the body formed by using the rules of the strange realm."

Ji Zhengdao became more and more excited as he spoke, jumping up and down on the spot, stretching his arms, and feeling the real, flesh-and-blood touch.

His body, half demon and half monster, still had different senses than a normal person.

If I had to put it into words, it felt unreal, lacking that vibrant energy.

It's like playing a VR game, controlling a fake body. It looks pretty realistic, but touching anything feels like there's a layer between you and the real thing.

It's different now.

This is real flesh, real bones, real blood vessels, and you can really feel pain, itching, cold, and heat.

Ji Zhengdao was as excited as a child who had just received a toy, and couldn't wait to start experimenting with all sorts of bizarre actions.

He even tried to see his own buttocks by bending over, contorting his body at an angle that no normal person could possibly do, and then peering through his crotch with his eyes wide open, actually studying the shape of his own buttocks.

Ji Zuodao stood to the side, watching this scene, his lips twitching.

He simply couldn't bear to look.

What to do? I'm a little reluctant to admit that this strange creature in front of me was once my inner demon.

His reputation is ruined in his later years.

If outsiders saw this, they would think that Ji Zuodao was a psychopath.

Seeing that Ji Zhengdao was about to take off his pants to check their quality, with his fingers already hooked around the waistband, Ji Zuodao finally couldn't resist anymore.

He slapped Ji Zhengdao on the forehead with a sharp, clear sound.

"Damn it, shut up! Don't break this body. I can't find you another body that fits you as well, so save your energy!"

Ji Zhengdao wasn't annoyed by the slap. He chuckled and scratched the spot where he'd been hit, saying, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, brother."

He paused, his eyes darting around, as if he had remembered something, and a sly smile appeared on his face:

"Wait, that's not right. If this is the body, you should call me 'brother.' I'm Wang Bing now, the eldest grandson of the Wang family, a few minutes older than you. Come on, call me 'brother' and let me hear it."

Ji Zuodao narrowed his eyes and looked at him with a cold, sharp gaze, like a knife.

"You little bastard, are you looking for a beating?"

Ji Zhengdao quickly shrank his neck and raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, you're my brother, you're my brother, alright? Fine, I won't call you that, why are you being so fierce..."

He muttered to himself, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Ji Zuodao was too lazy to pay him any attention.

He knew Ji Zhengdao's character perfectly well.

The more you pay attention to him, the more excited he gets.

The best way is to ignore him. He'll get bored and stop on his own.

Sure enough, Ji Zhengdao muttered to himself for a while, and seeing that Ji Zuodao ignored him, he also felt it was pointless.

He scratched his head, as if remembering something important, and opened his mouth—

A ball of light came out of his mouth.

The ball of light, about the size of a fist, shone with a soft golden light, looking like a luminous pearl. It floated in the air, slowly rotating, emitting a warm and pure aura.

The moment the ball of light appeared, Ji Zuodao felt a close connection.

That feeling is hard to describe.

It's like you lost something, lost it for a very long time, so long that you almost forgot it existed.

But when you see it again, your body, your soul, every cell in your body is telling you—

This is yours.

This is part of you.

Ji Zuodao's innate origin.

This is the thing that was forcibly extracted from Wang Bing's body when he was a newborn baby by that old geezer from the Wang family and put into Wang Bing's body.

If it weren't for his three masters giving him powerful medicine to prolong his life, he would have died somewhere in the shadows long ago, with no one to even collect his body.

And now, this thing was floating in front of him, spat out of his mouth by his inner demon as easily and casually as spitting out a mouthful of saliva.

Ji Zuodao looked at the ball of light, then glanced at Ji Zhengdao who was picking his teeth with his fingernails, and suddenly felt like laughing.

His relatives, his blood relatives, for the sake of their so-called family and their so-called interests, forcibly extracted this thing from his body, squeezed out his last bit of value, and then threw him into the trash can like garbage.

His inner demon, a being formed from his negative emotions, something that should theoretically want him dead, was returned to him as if it were just an ordinary little thing, like a one-yuan coin picked up on the roadside, not worth mentioning.

It's really fucking ironic when you think about it.

Ji Zuodao felt a little touched.

If only that ball of light didn't have that wet, sticky saliva on it.

"Do you really have to take this thing out of your mouth?"

Ji Zuodao looked disgusted, pinching the ball of light between two fingers as if it were something dirty. He held it up to his eyes to look at it, then brought it to his nose to smell it, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

Ji Zhengdao scratched his head, looking innocent. "Uh, actually, you can pull it out... if you want, bro..."

"No."

Ji Zuodao interrupted him, his tone resolute.

"There's absolutely no need for that."

He'd rather accept the saliva than know what it would look like if that thing came out from the other passage.

Some things are better left unknown than known.

Some scenes are better left unseen than seen.

Ji Zuodao flicked the saliva off his innate essence with such nimble movements, like flicking a thermometer, he did it several times until he felt it was about right, then he opened his mouth and swallowed the ball of light.

The light sphere melts upon entering the mouth.

A warm current slid down his throat, then spread out, flowing to his limbs and bones, to every cell, every meridian, and every acupoint.

The feeling is like when you're shivering in the cold in winter, and suddenly you drink a sip of hot soup. The warmth spreads from your stomach, and you feel alive again.

It's like you've been thirsty for a very long time, your throat is practically burning, and suddenly you drink a glass of cool, sweet spring water, and every cell in your body cheers with joy.