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

A group of people stood in front of their ancestral graves, looking at each other with expressions that were quite fascinating.

Some were bewildered, some were angry, some were terrified, and a few had even started trembling.

Because they suddenly realized a very serious problem—

If their ancestors are gone, what will they use to exchange for Ji Zuodao's life?

Without the ancestor's corpse, why should Ji Zuodao let them go?

The group became increasingly panicked and chaotic. Some even started digging up other unexcavated graves, hoping to find a survivor.

But even after searching the entire ancestral graveyard, they couldn't find a single intact corpse.

Not to mention a complete body, not even a single bone was found.

It's as if those people buried in the Wang family's ancestral graves never existed at all.

"It's all over, it's all over..."

Someone sat down on the ground, looking ashen-faced, as if they had lost their soul.

"Our ancestor is gone... What are we going to do? What can we offer in exchange for Ji Zuodao's life?"

"Should we...should we run away?"

"Run? Where can you run? Those powerful demons are everywhere outside. Do you think you can outrun them?"

"So what do we do? Just wait to die?"

Just as the group was in a panic, they suddenly heard a soft and charming voice behind them. The voice was as sweet as honey, and it made their bones melt.

"Oh dear, it seems you all are a bit late."

Everyone turned around abruptly and saw Su Xiaoxiao standing not far behind them, tilting her head and smiling at them.

She stood before the desolate ancestral graves, dressed in a simple white dress. The evening breeze lifted her skirt and long hair, making her look like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting, breathtakingly beautiful.

But to these Wang family scions, her smile was more terrifying than the death warrant from the King of Hell.

"What...what do you mean?" someone asked, trembling.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't answer him. She simply raised her hand, her slender, fair fingers flicking lightly in mid-air.

"Smack."

A crisp sound echoed through the silent night sky.

The next second—

Terrifying auras erupted simultaneously from all directions.

Those auras, as if they were tangible, pressed down from all directions, making it difficult for the Wang family members to even breathe.

They looked up in terror and saw that the great demons had already surrounded them.

Su Xiaoxiao's smile remained sweet, but her words were as cold as knives.

"Leave no one alive!"

As soon as she finished speaking, those great demons moved.

Like a hungry wolf pouncing on a flock of sheep, like a tiger charging into a chicken coop.

The screams instantly echoed throughout the entire Wang family ancestral graveyard.

The sound was so shrill it was almost unbearable; it pierced the night sky and carried far and wide, clearly audible even several streets away.

Several people tried to resist, but their cultivation was no match for these powerful demons at the Dharma Aspect Realm.

He was knocked to the ground in one fell swoop, and before he could even utter a sound, he was dead.

Many others turned and ran, but they were surrounded on all sides and had nowhere to escape.

Some of them had only run a few steps before being smashed into mincemeat by a giant claw;

Some tried to fly using their magical devices, but they were blown down by a wing as soon as they got into the air.

Some even knelt down and begged for mercy, kowtowing repeatedly and shouting "Spare me! Spare me!" But the great demons didn't even glance at them, killing them one by one with a clean and swift stroke.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the ancestral graves fell completely silent.

All the Wang family members who went to dig up their ancestral graves were lying on the ground, not one of them was left alive.

Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses littered the fields.

It's even worse than what's happening in the council chamber.

At least a few complete corpses were left over in the council chamber.

There wasn't a single intact body to be found at the ancestral graves; they were all torn to pieces and scattered all over the ground, looking just like a slaughterhouse.

Su Xiaoxiao stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, looked down at the bloodstain on her skirt, frowned, and pouted unhappily: "Oops, I've gotten it dirty."

She patted her skirt, turned and left the mess, her steps light as if taking a stroll, as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, at the entrance of the council chamber.

Ji Zuodao was squatting on the ground, with a small incense burner in front of him, containing three sticks of incense, from which wisps of smoke rose upwards.

He took a wad of paper money from the human skin bag and scattered it into the sky. The paper money fluttered down like snow.

Then he clasped his hands together and respectfully kowtowed three times to the void, muttering incantations:

"Seventh Master and Eighth Master, I, Ji Zuodao, pay my respects to you both."

"Today, I've brought you two a small gift—the entire Wang family, young and old, about a hundred people in total, are all here. You two always say that the underworld is short of laborers, right? Well, I've brought you some."

"You two should use these people to the fullest extent, don't hold back. They were no good when they were alive, and there's no need to give them any face now that they're dead. Let them do whatever they need to do, whether it's carrying bricks, digging coal, or shoveling manure. Just don't let them be idle."

"Especially Wang Zhenshan, he has the foundation of the Divine Power Realm. Although he's a bit old, he's still useful. You two should arrange for him to be in the hardest and most tiring positions so he can experience what labor reform is like. As for those elders, they are all at the Dharma Aspect Realm and are very good at working. You two can use them as you please without worrying about them."

"Also, in case I ever go down there myself, please, Seventh Master and Eighth Master, reserve a good position for me where I can bully men and women. A scoundrel like me can't be idle in the underworld; I'll have to continue to shine and contribute to your two careers, won't I?"

After he finished speaking, he kowtowed three more times, then stood up, dusted off his knees, and nodded in satisfaction.

Ji Zhengdao leaned over, looking curious, and asked, "Brother, are you close to Seventh Master and Eighth Master?"

"We're not that close. But it's never wrong to be polite. Send the gift first, build a good relationship, and you'll have someone to look after you when you go down in the world. What's that called? That's called long-term planning, that's called strategic investment. You should learn from that."

Ji Zhengdao suddenly realized, took out his notebook and wrote down another note: "I've learned something, I've learned something. Long-term planning, strategic investment, and building relationships with the Underworld in advance."

Ji Zuodao looked at the wisps of smoke rising from the small incense burner on the ground and nodded in satisfaction.

That's what it means to make the best use of resources.

Even in death, he won't find peace. His soul will be sold to the underworld, where he'll do a favor for Seventh and Eighth Masters, so he'll have a powerful backer when he goes down to earth.

Ji Zuodao felt increasingly clever as he thought about it, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

He turned around and glanced at the row of neatly arranged trash cans on the ground, then at the now quiet Wang family ancestral graves in the distance, before stretching and yawning.

"Alright, the work is done, it's time to call it a day."

He clapped his hands and shouted into the distance:

"Men, let's retreat! Go home and eat!"

The news of the Wang family's annihilation spread like wildfire among Qi cultivators that evening.

The reason was that a freelance cultivator from Shanghai, who had nothing to do, wanted to stroll around near the Wang family's residence to see if he could find any bargains.

After all, everyone on the forum had seen Ji Zuodao's post earlier that morning saying he was coming to destroy the Wang family.

The rogue cultivator figured that if a fight broke out, the Wang family would definitely be in chaos, and in chaos, things would easily be lost, which he could then pick up.

It would be a real shame to miss such an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

When he arrived at the Wang family's house, he was completely dumbfounded.

The Wang family is gone.

It's not the kind of "the person is gone" kind of gone, it's the kind of "having nothing left."

The rogue cultivator stood in the original spot where the Wang family had been, looking down at the huge crater beneath his feet, his expression quite fascinating.

The pit was at least tens of meters deep and hundreds of meters in diameter. Its walls were smooth and flat, like an ice cream scooped out with a spoon, with neat edges and not a single burr.

The rogue cultivator stood frozen at the edge of the pit for a full minute.

Then he took out his phone, took a picture, and posted it on the Qi Cultivator Forum with only one sentence in the caption:

"Brothers, where is the Wang family?"

The moment this photo was posted, the entire forum exploded.

"Holy crap? This is the Wang family's residence? Are you kidding me?"

"I visited the Wang family's house last month. That mansion covers dozens of acres, with pavilions, towers, carved beams, and painted rafters—it's incredibly grand! And you're telling me this pit belongs to the Wang family?"

"No, what happened to the Wang family's huge mansion? Where did it go?"

"I looked at the photos carefully, and the shape of the pit seems to match the outline of the foundation of the Wang family's house..."

"You mean, someone took the entire Wang family mansion, foundation and all?"

"Impossible! That's the Wang family! One of the top families in Shanghai! The formations inside their mansion must have at least dozens of layers. Who could possibly move such a huge mansion?"

"The person upstairs is right, I don't believe it either. But the problem is the Wang family is really gone. Tell me, how could such a big mansion just grow legs and run away?"

"Could it be Himezu Michiko's?"

"Ji Zuodao? He's only at the Divine Power Realm, right? A Divine Power Realm cultivator can move an entire house covering dozens of acres? Do you think he's some kind of Divine Treasure Realm cultivator?"

"But this morning, he did post that he was going to wipe out the Wang family..."

"Posting about wiping out the Wang family and actually taking away the entire Wang family mansion are two completely different things, okay? I believe wiping out the whole family, but what kind of operation is it to move the foundation as well?"

"Damn it, I now seriously suspect that the Wang family owes money to loan sharks and their house was used to pay off the debt."

"Upstairs, have you ever seen a loan shark dig up the house and the foundation together? That's called demolition, not debt settlement."