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

The Night Demon King was leisurely flying upwards, still plotting how to return and get revenge once his injuries healed.

As a result, when he glanced at the ground out of the corner of his eye, he froze in mid-air as if struck by lightning.

Below, the Dharma image rose from the ground, towering into the sky. It was clad in a white skirt armor, with four flags fluttering behind it. A sword hung at its waist, and a banana leaf fan was held in its hand. Its imposing aura was overwhelming, and the air around it became thick just by the sight of it standing there.

The Night Demon King's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his jaw almost dislocated, and he looked like he'd had a stroke. His lips trembled as he let out a scream from the depths of his soul:

"What the hell?! What the hell is that thing? A monster? But even monsters aren't that big! It's Ultraman, isn't it?!"

As he flapped his wings and flew backward, he turned and shouted at Sato and his group:

"Hey! Is this how you government officials do things? Hiring outside help is one thing, but to call in Ultraman? Is this reasonable? Is this scientific? Does this align with the core socialist values?"

Sato tilted his head back, his lips twitched, and after a long pause, he managed to utter, "We don't talk about that in our daily lives."

In fact, even the officials working on those small days were a bit dumbfounded.

Each person craned their neck, opened their mouth, and stared wide-eyed at the towering statue, their expressions a fascinating mix of emotions.

"What...what kind of magic is this? How can there be such a huge...summoned creature?"

"N-no... I don't know... The largest shikigami in our Onmyodo is only about two stories tall, right? This thing... this thing must be dozens of feet tall, right?"

"And look at that oppressive aura... that's not something a shikigami should have... what kind of power is this?"

In fact, the cultivation system of Xiao Rizi is completely different from the current cultivation system of the Great Han Dynasty.

It's quite interesting, actually.

The cultivation system of Xiao Rizi at this moment can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty.

At that time, the cultivation civilization was at its peak, with all nations paying tribute. Xiao Ri Zi also sent many envoys to Tang Dynasty to learn from it.

The problem is that the cultivation system at that time was vast and profound, and could not be learned by sending a few students abroad to study for three or five years.

Those people who studied for a few years returned to China and found that what they had learned was only the tip of the iceberg; many core concepts had not been passed down to them at all.

But they were unwilling to give up, so they took their incomplete knowledge and tried to figure it out on their own, piecemeal.

Through patching and repairing, he eventually created his own cultivation system—the Yin-Yang Art.

To put it bluntly, it's a counterfeit product.

Moreover, it was a counterfeit product where they only received one-third of the original blueprints and filled in the rest with their own imagination.

Just like what the Night Demon King is using now, it looks pretty intimidating—

It grew a pair of giant tengu wings from its back and flew around in the air at a pretty fast speed.

This technique has a name in their Yin-Yang arts: "Ghost Entanglement," which means inviting a demon to possess you and borrowing the demon's abilities to gain power beyond human limits.

Does this sound familiar?

That's right, this thing is a low-budget knock-off of the Han Dynasty's "Summoning the Gods" technique.

In the Han Dynasty, the art of summoning gods was a genuine top-tier secret technique. It involved inviting a righteous god to possess one's body and borrowing divine power. After using it, there were no side effects whatsoever. At most, one would be exhausted for a couple of days, but after replenishing one's body, one would be full of energy again.

But what about everyday life?

They didn't learn the authentic incantation magic, only some superficial aspects, and mixed in some local indigenous shamanistic witchcraft, resulting in this "ghostly entanglement".

They invited not a god, but a demon.

Moreover, excessive use can cause physical deformities, gradually transforming one into a monster, eventually becoming neither human nor monster, as if suffering from some strange disease.

Just like the Dark Night Demon King now, the pair of Great Tengu wings on his back look pretty cool, but he got them by trading his own body.

If he continues to be used like this, in a few years he will completely turn into a giant tengu and won't even be able to speak human language anymore.

That's why knockoffs are harmful.

Far away.

That said, the moment Princess Iron Fan appeared in her divine form, the entire battlefield situation changed completely.

Zhao Ya looked up at the Dark Night Demon King, who was still struggling in the air, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

The smile looked gentle, but the chill hidden beneath sent a shiver down the spines of everyone present.

"Come, come, I'll send you a gust of wind, so you can fly even higher!"

Princess Iron Fan raised her blue-green banana leaf fan high in her hand.

The fan was enormous, its surface painted with mountains, rivers, the sun, moon, and stars, as if it contained a whole world within it.

As the banana leaf fan was slowly raised, the surrounding air began to flow violently, emitting a deep rumbling sound, like the roar of an ancient beast.

The Night Demon King's face turned green.

"Wait, wait, wait! Let's talk this out! Heroine! Big sister! Auntie! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I shouldn't have flirted with you! I shouldn't have been so rude! Please let me go, I'll kowtow to you! I'll be your underling! I'll give you..."

Zhao Ya sneered, "Work like an ox or a horse? With your puny frame, you'd break your back plowing just two acres. What use are you to me?"

Dark Lord: "I can guard the door for you!"

Zhao Ya: "I have a dog."

Dog Lord raised his head at the opportune moment, barked, and said with a hint of disdain in his tone.

The Night Demon King: "I can babysit your children!"

Zhao Ya looked down at Qi Qi, who was riding on Dog Grandpa's back, holding a candied hawthorn in her hand, looking up at the fluttering figure in the sky with curiosity.

"My Qiqi doesn't need a pervert in a white suit to take care of her."

Qiqi nodded vigorously: "Yes! Qiqi doesn't like weird uncles who wear white clothes!"

The Night Demon King felt as if his heart had been stabbed.

Before he could say anything more, Zhao Ya had already swung her first fan.

"call--!!!"

A sudden gust of wind arose!

The roadside trees were bent over by the strong wind, their branches and leaves swaying wildly and making a "whooshing" sound.

The GG sign by the roadside was shaking violently in the wind, making a creaking sound. The screws were loose and the sheet metal was trembling, looking like it could fall off at any moment.

The debris on the ground—plastic bags, newspapers, and aluminum cans—was all swept into the air and flew everywhere.

The Dark Night Demon King was blown off balance by the strong wind and almost lost his footing.

He gritted his teeth and desperately flapped his wings, trying to steady himself.

Before he could even catch his breath, the second door fell down.

"boom--!!!"

This time, the gale suddenly intensified, turning into a raging hurricane!

It roared and howled as it surged forward madly along the narrow streets, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

The cars parked on the side of the road were flipped over by the hurricane, their wheels in the air, like turtles that had turned over.

Several roadside trees, each as thick as a bowl, were uprooted, tumbling through the air with soil and gravel, flying far away.

The glass doors of the shops along the street were shattered by the hurricane, and fragments flew everywhere.

The Night Demon King felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding train; he was tumbling and spinning in the air, completely losing control of his body.

His wings flapped frantically, but it was no use. The power of the hurricane was too great, too great for him to resist.

He was like a fallen leaf, tossed about in the gale, powerless to fight back.

But that's not all.

The third strike, a full-force sweep!

"Buzz—!!!"

This time, the whole world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Then--

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

An indescribable, terrifying power erupted from the banana leaf fan.

The air was violently twisted and turned, forming a huge vortex.

The vortex grew larger, faster, and more violent, eventually transforming into a giant tornado connecting heaven and earth!

The tornado was tens of meters in diameter, shooting straight up from the ground into the sky, like a giant pillar supporting the heavens and the earth.

Inside the tornado, countless wind blades spun wildly, cutting through everything caught in them.

Gravel, broken wood, car wrecks, GG brand fragments... everything was shredded to dust in that tornado.

The Night Demon King felt his bladder was about to burst.

"Is it really necessary?! It's really not necessary! I just flirted a little, that's all! Is it really necessary to come at me like a tornado?! What have I done to deserve this?!"