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

"Ah—! I really don't know! I really don't know!"

"You don't know? Well, I'll beat you until you do!"

"But I really don't know! You can kill me and I still won't know!"

"Then you deserve a beating! You don't even remember your own mother's birthday, what use is there in keeping such an unfilial son like you around?"

"Oh ho ho ho oh ho..."

Wang was whipped like a maggot in the domain, writhing wildly and crying his eyes out; he was in a truly miserable state.

Unfortunately, no one sympathized with him.

Ji Zhengdao regained his composure and returned to reality.

He realized that he had been stuck for quite a while.

Zhao Ya was looking at him, her eyes filled with a complex expression.

Ji Zhengdao's heart tightened, and then he heard Zhao Ya let out a long sigh of relief.

"Alright, alright, if you can't answer, you can't answer. Mom won't make it harder for you."

Ji Zhengdao was stunned: "Mom, you're not angry?"

Zhao Ya waved her hand: "Why are you angry? It would be a problem if you answered correctly."

Ji Zhengdao: "???"

Zhao Ya patted his head:

"You're my son, how could I not know what kind of person you are? From childhood to adulthood, when have you ever remembered my birthday? Every year I have to remind you before you belatedly add 'Happy Birthday, Mom.' If you could just casually say my birthday, I would suspect that someone has switched yours."

Ji Zhengdao was stunned.

Damn, Wang Bing didn't get that beating for nothing. What a son he is.

Zhao Ya put her arm around Ji Zhengdao's shoulder and rubbed his head vigorously, her tone filled with relief:

"It's right that you can't answer; you're Mom's son, no doubt about it."

She turned to look at Ji Zuodao, her eyes full of smiles: "You two, you must behave yourselves from now on, and don't worry your mother anymore, okay?"

Ji Zuodao nodded obediently: "I understand, Mom."

Ji Zhengdao nodded in agreement, "Understood, Mom."

Looking at her two sons on either side of her, one obedient and sensible, the other a prodigal son who had turned over a new leaf, Zhao Ya felt incredibly satisfied.

As for Wang Gang?

Who is that?

do not know.

Irrelevant.

Get lost.

After convincing Ji Zuodao and Ji Zhengdao to completely put her mind at ease, Ji Zuodao prepared to open fire on the Wang family.

Now that connections have been established with the Zhao family, Zhang Yucheng has also taken care of all the necessary arrangements.

Uh, it seems that Zhang Yucheng's side doesn't have "down" characters, only "up" characters.

Damn it, Ji Zuodao took stock of the cards in his hand.

On the Zhao family's side, they are a family with a long history in Sichuan and Chongqing. The old man, Zhao Xingguo, is a hot-tempered man who dares to rush to Shanghai once he has gathered his men.

On Zhang Yucheng's side, the director of the 749 Bureau in Shanghai was his old subordinate, as was the secretary of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee. He also had hundreds of his own people all over the country, and even the lowest-ranking among them were on par with Ji Zuodao.

Ji Zuodao stared at the cards in his hand and remained silent for a long time.

It's all airplane bombs, not even a single small card.

How the hell can we lose?

He thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with any possibility of losing.

Even if he were to lie in bed and sleep soundly, and let Qi Qi do the work, she could probably wipe out the Wang family.

The battle was fought without any suspense, making him feel a little sorry for the Wang family.

Why did you have to mess with me of all people?

It's one thing to mess with me, but to make matters worse, I ended up getting on Zhang Yucheng's good side.

Isn't this like lighting a lantern in the toilet—asking for death?

On an ordinary day, a post suddenly appeared on the Qi Cultivator Forum.

Proclamation Against the Wang Clan

The poster's ID clearly displayed three large characters: Zhao Xingguo.

Upon clicking through, the first half is quite literary, filled with parallel prose and classical allusions.

The first half goes like this—

"It is said that Heaven and Earth possess righteous energy, and humankind has its moral principles. The Wang family, having received the nation's favor for generations and ranking among the prominent families, should have upheld their duties to repay even a fraction of that favor. However, their actions are despicable, disregarding human ethics, and betraying Heaven and their ancestors. They are a disgrace to the cultivation world, arousing the wrath of both humans and gods, and intolerable to Heaven and Earth!"

"In the past, that old villain Wang, through cunning and deceit, altered my daughter's memories, causing her to forget her biological son. For nineteen years, mother and son were unable to recognize each other. How is such behavior any different from that of beasts? How is it any different from that of jackals and wolves?"

"Even worse, some take a newborn child, extract its innate essence, rob it of its foundation of life, and then abandon it in a filthy place, leaving it to fend for itself. If not for heaven's mercy and the arrival of a skilled doctor, this child would have long since perished! Such cruelty is rarely seen in the world!"

This passage is written with such eloquence and passion.

Zhao Xingguo was a rough and uncultured man. He actually had someone else write the first half of it for him, and that person was an old scholar who specialized in writing eulogies.

Every word was precious, every sentence pierced the heart, listing the crimes of the Wang family one by one, written with such righteous indignation and awe-inspiring righteousness.

The Qi cultivators on the forum nodded in agreement, thinking that this old man Zhao was indeed worthy of being the head of a prominent family in Sichuan and Chongqing. He was a man of great literary talent and righteous spirit, and the manifesto he wrote was of high quality.

Then they flipped down.

Turn to the second half.

Sudden change in painting style.

"I'll fuck your mother's son, that old bastard Wang!"

"You son of a bitch, you dare to tamper with my youngest sister's memories? You dare to throw away my grandson? You dare to extract my grandson's essence? Do you think you have two lives? Let me tell you, I'm going to take your dog's life!"

"And you bunch of bastards from the Wang family, every single one of you is a beast! I married my daughter into your Wang family back then only because of the ancestral connections you had! And what did you do? You treated my daughter like a fool! You threw my grandson away like trash! Are you even human? Do you even deserve to be called human?"

"I'm putting this out there today—the Zhao family and the Wang family are sworn enemies! From this day forward, the Zhao family of Sichuan and Chongqing will attack any member of the Wang family, destroy any property belonging to the Wang family, and disrupt any business dealings they encounter! I'll make sure your Wang family has no place in the Qi cultivator circle anymore!"

"I'm going to dig up all of your Wang family's ancestral graves and use your ancestors' ashes as chamber pots!"

"Fuck your mother's Wang family! Your whole family are animals! Animals!!!"

The first half: Every word is precious, every sentence is piercing.

The latter half: extremely high mother content, with the mother as the center and the ancestors for eighteen generations as the radius, reproductive organs as the main weapon, fantasy as the main skill, 360-degree all-round radiation, fucking the entire family tree.

The Qi cultivators on the forum were stunned and couldn't recover for a long time.

The difference in art style before and after is too big, isn't it?

At first, it was a refined old scholar explaining things to you, but then it turned into a street thug cursing, and he was the kind of person who cursed with the air of a master.

But I have to say, it was fucking satisfying to watch.

Especially the line "I'll fuck your mother's bastard Wang family old turtle son," which perfectly captured the essence of the insult, exuded style, and showcased the unique fierceness of the people of Sichuan and Chongqing.

The post quickly garnered a bunch of replies.

Most of them were just bystanders who enjoyed watching the drama unfold.