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

There's an old saying in China: "Hard work pays off."

Sato and his group wandered aimlessly for five days following the location predicted by the AI, only to stumble upon an evil cultivator.

Although he wasn't one of those evil cultivators from the group of burly men, he was still considered an evil cultivator.

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Ji Zuodao was soaking in the hot spring at the hotel when he received the news that Sato had caught the evil cultivator, and his heart skipped a beat.

Holy crap? That lousy AI actually managed to guess one correctly?

He quickly put on his clothes, gathered his family, and strolled over to see what was going on.

Upon arriving at the location, they found that several streets around the area had been cleared out. Local officials had set up a cordon, and heavily armed police and Onmyoji (a type of Japanese sorcerer) in combat uniforms had completely surrounded the area.

Several helicopters were circling overhead, their searchlights illuminating the entire area as if it were daytime.

The scale of it was so impressive, you'd think it was a Hollywood blockbuster film.

Ji Zuodao squeezed to the front, looked up, and then froze.

He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again, to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Then his expression became quite interesting.

It was an expression somewhere between "What the hell did I just see?" and "Are you fucking kidding me?", with twitching lips, flaring eyes, and the whole person looking like they'd had a stroke.

On the rooftop of a tall building ahead stood a man dressed in a pure white suit.

The suit was so white it looked like a newly painted wall, shimmering and sparkling under the spotlight, almost blindingly so.

He wore a tall top hat, held a jeweled cane, and wore a half-mask, revealing only the lower half of his face.

The lines of that chin are quite beautiful, pointed and well-defined, making her look like a character straight out of a comic book.

He stood on the edge of the rooftop, the night wind blowing his clothes and hat brim. His posture, his style, his aura—he certainly looked quite dashing.

If you ignore what he's saying.

"Hahahaha! Foolish mortals! Do you really think you ants can stop the great Dark Lord?"

The evil cultivator spread his arms wide, looked up at the sky and roared. His voice, amplified by some kind of loudspeaker, resounded throughout the entire block, carrying a strong theatrical tone, as if he were performing in a play.

"Tonight, the moon will be stained crimson! Tonight, darkness will devour everything! Tonight, from the highest point in this city, I will present you with a magnificent and grand feast of death!"

As he spoke, he waved his cane in the air, and a black light streaked across the night sky, exploding into a giant black rose that slowly drifted down.

The special effects and visuals were indeed quite impressive, like a fireworks display.

"Come on, let me see your resolve! Let me see if you are qualified to be supporting characters on my magnificent stage, the Night Demon King!"

After he finished speaking, he gave a ninety-degree bow, his posture as perfect as an actor taking a curtain call.

Ji Zuodao stood below, head tilted back, mouth agape, staring at the glittering thing on the rooftop, remaining silent for a full ten seconds.

Then he turned to look at Ji Zhengdao beside him and asked in a very serious tone:

"Brother, tell me, what kind of breed is this?"

Ji Zhengdao also looked up at the evil cultivator still posing on the rooftop, blinked, and answered just as earnestly:

"Brother, I don't know either. But I feel like this thing doesn't seem to be a heretical cultivator."

"Then what is he?"

"Looks like...an idol."

Ji Zuodao remained silent.

Because he found himself unable to refute it.

Isn't this just an idol?

Look at that look, that white suit, that top hat, that dazzling special effects, those exaggerated body movements, those cringeworthy lines, that melodramatic stage presence…

Who would believe he's a heretical practitioner?

Ji Zuodao believed without hesitation that he was an idol singer who had just stepped off the stage.

The problem was that Sato and his gang were surrounding him with serious expressions, as if they were facing some kind of invincible demon.

Ji Zuodao couldn't hold back any longer and pulled aside a seemingly more approachable combatant next to him, asking:

"Dude, who's this?"

The combatant replied with a serious expression, "He is the Dark Night Demon King! A notorious evil cultivator! He has at least dozens of lives on his hands! Extremely dangerous!"

Ji Zuodao blinked: "The Dark Night Demon King? Dozens of lives? Danger?"

Damn, there are so many things to complain about, I don't even know where to begin.

"Yes! He always announces his killings on the Qi Cultivator livestreaming platform beforehand, and then performs the killing spree live! He has millions of fans on his livestream! Each livestream brings in tens of millions of yen just from donations!"

Ji Zuodao's expression became even more interesting.

Good heavens, murdering someone and livestreaming it? And there are even tips from viewers?

What the hell is this?

He couldn't help but take out his phone and search for that Dark Night Demon King's live stream.

As soon as you enter, you see the screen filled with flying bullet comments.

"The Demon King is so handsome!"

"Demonic Lord, do your best today too!"

"Demon King, I want to have your babies!"

"I've given you a reward! I've given you a reward! Demon Lord, let's fight magnificently today!"

Then came a series of donation notifications: rockets, yachts, carnivals—one after another, they kept popping up, leaving Ji Zuodao dazzled.

He roughly estimated that in the short time he was watching the live stream, the Dark Night Demon King had received at least several million yen in donations.

Ji Zuodao remained silent.

He felt that his understanding of the world was being constantly refreshed by these people.

What kind of people are the heretical cultivators in the Han Dynasty?

They huddled in dark corners like rats in a ditch, not daring to breathe, afraid of being discovered by the 749 people and reported for the 500,000 yuan.

When going out, you have to wear a hat, mask, and sunglasses, wrapping yourself up like a rice dumpling, wishing you could bury your face in the ground while walking.

Murder? That has to be done stealthily, in a secluded place, quickly and decisively, then clean up the scene, destroy the evidence, and run away.

The whole process was so smooth and silent, like a thief doing something wrong.

Unlike the person in front of me.

Standing atop the tallest building, dressed in the shiniest clothes, shouting the loudest, most cringeworthy lines, I tell the whole world, "I'm going to kill someone!"

Is he afraid he won't die fast enough?

Which of those long-time villains on the Great Han wanted list isn't a ruthless character with thousands of lives on his hands?

Even they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant!

If they dared to stand on the rooftop and shout "I'm going to kill someone!" like this guy, the director and deputy director of 749 would arrive within ten minutes and have a friendly exchange with them.