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

Wang Zhenshan stood in the council hall with a livid face, looking at his "good grandson" who was teaching how to skin animals by hand, feeling utterly helpless.

What can he do?

He really has no other options but to keep watching.

Yes, he is at the Divine Power Realm.

He can indeed unleash his supernatural powers and confront Ji Zuodao head-on.

But then?

Opposite them was a group of powerful demons at the Dharma Aspect Realm, each one eyeing them menacingly, like a pack of wolves that hadn't eaten for eight hundred years, just waiting for him to make the first move so they could pounce on him and tear the rest of their clansmen to shreds.

There is also a monster whose depths are unclear.

That guy with the Wang Bing shell, he crippled one of his arms in one move.

The current situation is equivalent to having played all of your Jokers, while the opponent still has a bunch of bombs, straights, and pairs in their hand, without a single card.

What's the point of fighting?

Are you going to hit me with your head?

Ultimately, the Wang family still lacks high-end combat power.

Finally, someone in the Wang family couldn't hold back any longer.

A young man from the Wang family, who looked to be in his early thirties, with a flushed face and bulging veins on his forehead, shouted at Wang Zhenshan:

"Clan leader! Clan leader! Are we just going to stand by and watch? Doesn't our Wang family still have our ancestor? What time is it? This is a matter of life and death! Shouldn't we ask our ancestor to come out of seclusion?"

That shout was like pouring a ladle of water into a frying pan; the surviving members of the Wang family in the council hall instantly erupted in anger.

"That's right! Please, Ancestor! Please, Ancestor, come out of seclusion!"

"If the Ancestor makes a move, what are these bastards worth?"

"Our ancestor is at the Divine Treasure Realm! The Divine Treasure Realm! He could kill all these demons and monsters with a single slap!"

"Chieftain! Give the order!"

A group of people shouted at once, becoming more and more excited and energetic, as if they had grasped the last straw, and the flame of hope was rekindled in their eyes.

Wang Zhenshan's expression was quite interesting as he listened to the commotion below.

Please, Ancestor?

Damn it, he wanted the patriarch to come out and save the day more than anyone else!

From the moment Ji Zuodao entered the door, he began shouting for his ancestor to save him.

But what about the ancestor?

Can't read back.

Oh, no, I replied with two words—

"Help!"

Wang Zhenshan was stunned.

No, ancestor, who is asking whom for help?

You are a big shot in the Divine Realm, you are the pillar of our Wang family, and you're asking me for help?

Is the script upside down?

Wang Zhenshan was in a terrible state of mind, even more bitter than bitter melon stir-fried with bitter herbs.

But he couldn't say.

If he were to tell these people that their ancestor was also crying for help, the Wang family would be truly finished.

Once morale collapses, it can never be rebuilt.

So he could only grit his teeth, his face ashen, and squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"Our ancestor... has his own plans. Please remain calm."

He himself didn't believe what he said.

But the people below believed it.

Upon hearing "the ancestor has his own arrangements," they all became as if they had been injected with chicken blood, straightening their backs and their eyes regaining their light.

Unbeknownst to them, their beloved ancestor was currently in dire straits.

No, it should be said that it was "deep in the earth and scorching hot".

Because that ancestor is being planted in the ground like ginseng.

Let's turn back time by the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The forbidden area of ​​the Wang family, a secret chamber three hundred meters underground.

The secret room was not large, only about a hundred square meters, and the four walls were inlaid with fist-sized luminous pearls, making the room as bright as day.

In the very center of the secret chamber, there was a huge bronze coffin.

The surface of the coffin was covered with densely packed runes, which were layered and intertwined, emitting a faint light, like a huge spider web that completely wrapped the coffin.

Inside the coffin lay a gaunt old man.

The old man looked to be over ninety years old. His hair was gray, his face was full of wrinkles, and his skin was sallow, like dried orange peel. He was so thin that he was skin and bones. Lying there, he looked like a skeleton covered with a layer of human skin.

This is Wang Zanghai, the ancestor of the Wang family and a powerful figure in the Divine Realm.

Of course, the title "big boss" is now somewhat undeserved.

In his early years, Wang Zanghai was indeed a big shot.

That's a real big shot, with the cultivation of the Divine Realm. In Shanghai, he's someone who can do whatever he wants.

Who wouldn't respectfully call him "Old Wang"? Who wouldn't fawn over him with a smile and serve him with utmost care?

But then, he pooped.

In truth, it was all his own doing.

Wang Zanghai was arrogant and domineering when he was young. Relying on his talent and high cultivation, he looked down on everyone.

They always walk with their heads held high, look at people through their noses, and speak in a voice as loud as if they're banging a gong, as if afraid others won't hear them.

In today's terms, he deserved a beating.

And it's not just your average obnoxious person; it's the kind of obnoxious person that makes you want to smash a brick at them the moment you see them.

But he's highly skilled, and most people can't beat him, so they just let him be arrogant.

But as the saying goes, if you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.

Arrogant people will eventually meet someone even more arrogant than them.

Wang Zanghai encountered it.

That happened many years ago.

Once, when Wang Zanghai was out on business, he encountered a group of bandits who robbed him while passing through a desolate mountain area.

Yes, you heard me right, bandits.

Wang Zanghai didn't take it seriously at the time.

He's a big shot in the Divine Realm, what can a few bandits do to him?

He even thought it would be a good opportunity to stretch his muscles and let these ignorant fools see what the strength of the Divine Realm was like.

Then he got beaten up.

They got beaten up terribly.

The leader of that bandit gang wore a red mask and was incredibly ruthless, every move aimed to kill, every strike a deadly blow.

Wang Zanghai's supposedly powerful magical abilities were as fragile as paper in front of others, easily punctured.

Before he could even use the power of the divine treasure, he was kicked onto the sea of ​​spirits, almost crippling him.

Wang Zanghai narrowly escaped death and was given a second chance at life.

However, he paid a heavy price—he was seriously injured, his foundation was damaged, and his cultivation level plummeted.

From then on, he was forced into a deep sleep, barely surviving on the support of his family's resources.

With each awakening, his life force diminished.

With each strike, his lifespan is shortened.

Therefore, he will absolutely not wake up unless absolutely necessary.

Wang Zhenshan was aware of this as well.

So all these years he has been trying to find a healing elixir for his ancestor.

But this kind of thousand-year-old elixir is already scarce, and for some reason, it has become increasingly rare on the market in recent years. Occasionally, when one appears, it is taken away by Bureau 749, which euphemistically calls it "national strategic material reserve".

Having no other option, Wang Zhenshan could only pin his hopes on Wang Bing's destiny as a celestial child.

Those born with the destiny of a celestial child are blessed with good fortune from birth. Everything they do goes smoothly, every investment brings profit, and they can even win the lottery jackpot.

Thanks to Wang Bing's good fortune, the Wang family has indeed amassed a lot of good things over the years, including spiritual herbs, spiritual stones, and magical artifacts.

Wang Zhenshan had collected a batch of spiritual herbs, intending to send them to the ancestor once he had enough.

The night before it was to be sent out, it was intercepted by someone else.

The herb garden was raided, and the family members guarding it were knocked unconscious and thrown into a corner. When they woke up, they found that even their belts had been taken away.

Wang Zhenshan was so angry he almost died on the spot.

But there was nothing he could do.

He still doesn't know who did it.

All he knew was that after that night, the Wang family's stock of medicinal herbs was reduced to a pile of empty boxes.