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

"They shoveled it? That stadium cost over 30 million to build..."

"Shovel up the crops!"

Li Wenyuan said decisively, "Grow cabbage, grow radishes, grow potatoes! From now on, our Li family will eat vegetables we grow ourselves! Keep a low profile, everyone keep a low profile, understand?"

"What if others look down on us?"

"So what if you look down on me!" Li Wenyuan glared at him. "Looking down on you is better than having your entire family wiped out! Do you want to be looked down upon, or do you want to be buried in a trash can? The choice is yours!"

Li Mingxuan shivered, remembering the post he had seen a couple of days ago—

After the Wang family was wiped out, the "coffin" that Ji Zuodao prepared for them turned out to be a trash can.

This story has gone viral in the industry, becoming the latest joke. But jokes aside, everyone felt a chill after the laughter subsided.

"I...I'll just ride a bicycle." Li Mingxuan lowered his head obediently.

Li Wenyuan added, "Also, from now on, you're not allowed to wear designer brands, expensive watches, drive luxury cars, or go to high-end places when you go out. Avoid that Section Chief Ji whenever you see him. If you really can't avoid him, bow deeply and say 'Hello, Section Chief Ji,' then quickly slip away. Got it?"

"Got it..." Li Mingxuan replied weakly, looking utterly deflated like a punctured balloon.

Looking at him like this, Li Wenyuan sighed and waved his hand: "Alright, get lost. Remember what I said, keep a low profile, all of you. If I find you out and about again, I'll break your legs."

Li Mingxuan felt as if he had been granted a pardon and ran out as fast as he could.

Li Wenyuan stood in the main hall, watching his grandson's departing figure, and sighed deeply.

He looked up at the beams on the roof, feeling incredibly frustrated.

Damn it, the Li family is one of the top families in Jinghai, how did they end up like this?

He was so scared by a nineteen-year-old brat that he didn't dare to leave the house, didn't dare to drive his sports car, and even had to uproot the golf course to grow vegetables.

What the hell is this?

Meanwhile, similar scenes are playing out one after another in the mansions of various prominent families in Jinghai.

The Zhou family patriarch was berating his son: "You fucking dare to go to a nightclub? Don't you know things are getting tense lately? Don't you know that living devil is watching us? If he catches you, the Zhao family is finished!"

The Qian family patriarch was lecturing his daughter: "Put that LV bag away! From now on, carry a canvas bag when you go out! Yes, the kind you use to buy groceries at the market! Be discreet! Don't you know what discreet means?"

The Sun family patriarch was ordering his nephew: "Sell your Maserati! Buy a Wuling Hongguang! What? The Wuling Hongguang isn't classy enough? Is your life more important than class?"

The presence of Ji Zuodao has sparked an unprecedented trend of "keeping a low profile" throughout the aristocratic circles of Jinghai.

Sports cars for bicycles, villas for bungalows, designer brands for street vendor goods, delicacies for simple meals.

They all lived like refugees seeking refuge, terrified of being targeted by that living devil.

The mastermind behind all this was in Zhang Yucheng's office, plotting how to get a piece of the lucrative Jinghai business.

Even just a small bite to satisfy my craving would be fine.

Judging from Ji Zuodao's demeanor, Zhang Yucheng knew that the kid was still scheming about how to squeeze a piece of meat out of those powerful families in Jinghai.

He sighed, thinking to himself that this bastard was really like a dog, unable to resist the smell of meat.

"Alright, alright, stop worrying about your petty affairs. You're at least at the Divine Power Realm now, this little temple in Jinghai can't withstand your chaos. Perfect, I've got you a job, go and cause some trouble."

"A simple life?"

Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward, intrigued. "Our Jinghai's influence has extended to other countries? Uncle Zhang, have you managed to establish international connections?"

"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Yucheng rolled her eyes at him. "A group of evil cultivators has wandered over to Xiao Rizi's place. We need to go and take care of them there."

"Huh? Is life really this bad? They can't even handle a bunch of evil cultivators? Aren't they supposed to be pretty capable? They always talk about eight million gods, how come they can't even deal with a few evil cultivators?"

"There's nothing we can do; things are in complete chaos over there right now."

Zhang Yucheng put down his teacup, his tone tinged with schadenfreude.

"Someone's younger brother went on a trip and casually set fire to a shrine, breaking the seal and releasing a malevolent god from the other side. They're too busy fighting that evil god to bother catching any heretics."

Ji Zuodao coughed, touched his nose, and pretended that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Zhang Yucheng continued, "I heard that those evil cultivators are killing and setting fires over there, having a great time and forgetting all about home. When the locals realized that the evil cultivators were from the Han Dynasty, they asked the Han Dynasty to deal with them."

"You agreed?"

"They agreed. But! The higher-ups are very satisfied with Xiao Rizi's payment. However, they don't like Xiao Rizi's attitude. So, they want to find someone who's particularly good at causing trouble to mess with Xiao Rizi and take care of the evil cultivators in the process."

Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up.

"Isn't this a mission tailor-made for me? Uncle Zhang, don't worry, I guarantee I'll make sure this humble life is completely under control, and while I'm at it, I'll wipe out that gang of evil cultivators cleanly, leaving not a single one alive!"

"Oh, right." Zhang Yucheng suddenly remembered something and added, "Bring your inner demon along too."

"Huh? Why bring him along? I can manage on my own."

"I can't sleep with him alone in Jinghai. He's much more troublesome than you."

Ji Zuodao opened his mouth to refute, but after thinking about Ji Zhengdao's demeanor, he shut his mouth again.

He had to admit that Uncle Zhang was right.

That bastard might do something earth-shattering if he had free time.

If we left him alone in Jinghai, wouldn't he turn the whole city upside down?

"Alright, I'll take him with me. Perfect, let him revisit that old haunt of his."

"Alright. Go back and get ready. We're leaving tomorrow. Remember, don't embarrass me when we get there. Don't back down when it's time to cause trouble, and don't back down when it's not time to cause trouble either."

"Alright! Uncle Zhang, don't worry!" Ji Zuodao chuckled, turned around and walked out, his steps light as if he were riding on wheels of fire.

He was incredibly happy.

He was feeling down because he thought he couldn't get a piece of the pie in Jinghai, but then he got a job going abroad to cause trouble.

What's this called? It's called "The mountains and rivers seem to block the way, but then a village appears amidst the willows and flowers!"

Hey everyone, this is Daoist Master! Are you ready to face your nightmares?