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

It is common knowledge that those who practice heresy are a bunch of lunatics.

No one in the industry would deny this.

The so-called heretical practitioners are, to put it bluntly, those who take shortcuts, seek shortcuts, and go to extremes.

A proper practitioner of Qi cultivation emphasizes gradual progress and harmony between man and nature.

Evil cultivation relies on devouring, plundering, and sacrifice.

If you go astray, your mind will naturally become less rational.

Since heretical cultivators are a bunch of lunatics, how normal can their inner demons be?

The inner demon is a collection of the darkest, most twisted, and most unwilling-to-face emotions deep within one's own heart.

The inner demons of a decent person are already messed up enough. They twist and crawl in the mind every day, trying to kill the original body and take over its body whenever they get the chance.

What about the inner demons of those who practice evil cultivation?

That thing is basically a ton of TNT compressed into a candy bean. It looks quite cute, but if you take a bite, it will blow you to bits.

Ji Zhengdao is just such a sweet treat.

His name is "Zhengdao" (正道), just listen to it and don't take it seriously.

Surely no one actually thinks he's upright?

No way, really?

These days, everyone in the business is either a wolf in sheep's clothing or a dog in human flesh.

Look at Ji Zuodao, always smiling and spouting "serving the people," but when it comes to ransacking homes, he's more ruthless than anyone else.

Therefore, when Ji Zhengdao says he is "righteous," it's just lip service, like asking "Have you eaten?" It's a matter of social etiquette and shouldn't be taken seriously.

One inner demon is called "the righteous path".

The whole thing has a kind of absurd humor to it.

This manic and neurotic demeanor is Ji Zhengdao's true nature.

He just usually keeps it to himself, like Ji Zuodao, trying his best to be a normal person.

It's actually quite funny.

One is a heretical cultivator, the other a demon in his heart; both brothers are trying to be normal people.

Ji Zuodao, that kid, has known since he was a child that he is different from others.

While other children played in the mud, caught grasshoppers, and stole fruit from their neighbors when they were young, he played with dissection, concocted elixirs, and researched how to escape from the mouth of the goddess.

While other children were learning to read and write at school, he was learning from three masters how to raid homes, how to wipe out entire families, and how to destroy evidence.

His outlook on life, values, and worldview were distorted from the very beginning.

Like a tree that grows on the edge of a cliff from a young age, exposed to wind and sun, taking root in the cracks of rocks, it grows crooked and looks awkward.

Fortunately, he had three mentors who deliberately trained him, so he didn't go astray.

Ji Zuodao actually thinks it's good to play a normal person.

So he kept working hard.

I'm trying to learn how to get along with people normally, how to control my violent impulses, and how to find my place in this world.

He works at Bureau 749. He is a diligent worker, clocks in on time, and maintains good relationships with his colleagues. He is polite when necessary and friendly when appropriate, always striking the right balance.

He adopted Qiqi, giving the little girl a home so she could go to school and play like a normal child.

He became close friends with the group of fox spirits. Although he knew they were lusting after him, he never actually did anything inappropriate to them.

He even learned how to be a good son—

Although the definition of this "good son" is a bit subtle, after all, he just threw his own father and brother into his younger brother's strange realm to do hard labor, that doesn't matter. What matters is that he made Zhao Ya happy and made Zhao Ya feel her son's love.

This is Ji Zuodao, a heretical cultivator who strives to be a normal person.

Ji Zhengdao is also trying to be a normal person.

However, his "normality" only applies when he is around Ji Zuodao.

As long as Ji Zuodao is around, he is that obedient and sensible younger brother who will call him "brother," act spoiled, help with chores, and pat his chest to assure him, "Brother, don't worry, I will definitely handle things well."

He looked just like the boy next door—sunny, cheerful, and harmless.

But as soon as he leaves Ji Zuodao, his true colors are revealed.

This can be seen from the fact that he was wanted by more than a dozen countries after only half a month of being away from home.

Japan, South Korea, Philippines, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand, Myanmar, India, Australia, USA, UK, France, Germany...

Good heavens, a joint manhunt has been issued across four continents: Asia, Oceania, North America, and Europe.

The charges are varied: illegal entry, vandalism of public facilities, theft of national cultural relics, disturbing social order, assaulting law enforcement officers, suspected terrorist activities...

Uh, and kidnapping kangaroos too.

This is Ji Zhengdao.

A madman who would completely let himself go if he were away from Ji Zuodao.

If you leave him alone, he'll offend half the world.

If you let him go back to Ji Zuodao's side, he immediately becomes a well-behaved and sensible younger brother, serving tea and water, massaging backs and shoulders, and is so attentive that he could open a chain store.

This extreme contrast, to put it nicely, is called "having principles," but to put it bluntly, it's "sick."

But Ji Zhengdao didn't care.

In his view, there are only two kinds of people in this world: Ji Zuodao and everyone else.

He was willing to open his heart to Ji Zuodao, to go through thick and thin for him, and to risk his life for him.

For others—that's a different set of standards.

If you treat him well, he might treat you well in return; if you treat him badly, he will definitely treat you badly in return; if you have no relationship with him, then it depends on his mood.

It's that simple and straightforward.

As a demon in his own heart, Ji Zhengdao was undoubtedly lucky.

He was well aware of this.

Look at the inner demons of other people, what kind of treatment do they get?

The more ordinary ones are locked in the Lingtai (spirit chamber), like being in prison, writhing and crawling inside every day, with no one to talk to.

When bored, it will tempt the main body; when tired of playing, it will continue to twist and crawl, day after day, year after year.

Those who are less fortunate will be hung up and whipped by the Venerable One as a stress reliever.

I get a small injection every three days and a big one every five days. It's so intense, it's more frequent than eating barbecue skewers.

I'm in a bad mood, so I'll give him a good beating to vent my anger.

When I'm in a good mood, I'll have a celebratory meal.

Regardless of my mood, I have to smoke, just like eating and drinking; it's become an essential part of my daily routine.

Even worse, they were completely annihilated by the original entity, leaving not even a trace, as if they had never existed.

There wasn't even a tombstone, not even anyone to mourn him. He just died like that, worse than a stray dog ​​on the street.

But what about Ji Zhengdao?

That bastard, his life is so good it makes people jealous.

He had been sworn brothers with Ji Zuodao since childhood, and Ji Zuodao was his elder brother.

It's quite a funny story.

When the three masters pulled Ji Zhengdao out of Ji Zuodao's spiritual platform, Ji Zhengdao was still a small, dark, and misty thing, without even a human shape. He looked like a moving lump of coal, rolling around inside Ji Zuodao's spiritual platform.

This inner demon cub is still in its infancy and its professional skills are extremely poor. While other inner demons are being patiently guided, Ji Zhengdao is like a kindergarten child talking badly about others.

Then, through a series of persuasive moves, they started chatting with Ji Zuodao, and once they started talking, they felt like they had known each other for a long time.

They swore an oath of blood on the spot, cut off a chicken's head, burned yellow paper, and worshipped Guan Yu.

From then on, Ji Zhengdao became Ji Zuodao's younger brother.

Later, the incident involving the man and the demon came to light, and he was sealed deep within Ji Zuodao's spiritual platform by Ji Zuodao's three masters to regenerate, where he played murder mystery games on his own for several years.

You might not believe it, but Ji Zhengdao lived a pretty comfortable life during the years he was in Lingtai.

Although Ji Zuodao himself lived a miserable life, tormented to the point of near death by his three masters every day, he was genuinely good to his younger brother in Lingtai.

He found countless stories for Ji Zhengdao—martial arts, fantasy, suspense, romance, all sorts of stories—and stuffed them all into his mind, letting Ji Zhengdao read and play with them by himself.

Using these stories and the Zhuangzi's Butterfly Dream Method that Zhou Langchen gave him, Ji Zhengdao constructed one virtual world after another in his spiritual platform, playing the protagonist and acting out his own script, having a great time.

Today he is a chivalrous knight-errant roaming the world, tomorrow he is a strategist with brilliant plans, and the day after tomorrow he is a demon lord who can turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist.

In the depths of one's soul, one experiences all aspects of life and tastes the bitterness and warmth of human relationships.

Ji Zuodao would occasionally glance at it, just to see something new.

You tell me, which other inner demon has ever experienced this kind of treatment?

Later, Ji Zhengdao emerged from the spirit platform.

Ji Zuodao even risked his life to vouch for him, giving him a legal identity in the Han Dynasty.

Among the inner demons, he is the only one with such good fortune, unique and unparalleled, unprecedented and unmatched.

Other demons would weep upon hearing this, then silently mutter, "Damn, this bastard's life is just too good!"

All of this was earned for him by Ji Zuodao at the cost of his life, and this wasn't the only time.

When Ji Zuodao was young, his three masters pulled his inner demon out of his body, not just to help him adapt to the inner demon in advance and seek some kind of enlightenment.

The real purpose of those three old men was to use him to fill Ji Zuodao's innate essence.

Everything has an origin, even a stone by the roadside. This is a fundamental principle of the universe, and no one can escape it.

His inner demon originated from Ji Zuodao, and the compatibility between them was extremely high—so high that they were practically one and the same.

If we refine him and fill him into Ji Zuodao's essence, although it won't completely fill the hole, it will at least allow Ji Zuodao to suffer less for a few years.

That was exactly what the three masters were planning: to exchange a demon for their disciple's life—it was a win-win situation no matter how you looked at it.

When Xiao Ji Zuo Dao heard that he could cure her, she was overjoyed. She was jumping around like she had found money, humming a little tune.

He was young then and didn't understand anything about origins or anything like that. He only knew that his illness could be cured and that he no longer had to starve himself to the point of having green eyes every day.

But as soon as he heard that Ji Zhengdao's life was at stake, he immediately refused, turning his back on him faster than flipping through a book.

"No! You're not allowed to kill him!" Xiao Ji Zuodao retorted, his face red and his neck thick, looking like a fighting rooster.

The three masters looked at each other, puzzled as to why the boy was reacting so strongly.

Shen Qianjie squatted down and tried to reason with him.

"That's just a demon in your heart, something formed from your negative emotions. He's not a good person. Killing him will benefit your cultivation."

"I don't care!" Xiao Ji Zuodao shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum. "He's my brother! We've sworn brotherhood! You can't kill him!"

"Sworn brothers?" Chu Hengdao's lips twitched. "You've become sworn brothers with a demon within yourself?"

"That's right!" Xiao Ji Zuoli said confidently, "We swore a blood oath in the Spirit Platform! Although the blood was fake and the oath was fake, our hearts were real! He said he wanted to be my little brother, and I said I wanted to be his big brother. We promised to live together and die together!"

The three masters looked at each other, and each saw a hint of helplessness in the other's eyes.

This kid is really... different from everyone else.

Other cultivators would love to tear their inner demons to pieces and eliminate them forever.

He's really something else; he's become sworn brothers with his inner demons and is acting like it's a real thing.

Even heretics would find this strange.