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

Huang Da's heart was pounding wildly:

Damn it, we've already settled down and are living a peaceful life, how come we still run into this guy?

Could they be after us?

Surely not? Our little stunts wouldn't even catch his eye?

"Ha, I thought it was some kind of hero causing trouble in this mundane world, but it turns out it's just the three of you."

Ji Zuodao twirled the blood pill between his fingers and examined it a few times in the dim light of the factory.

Then he casually stuffed it into his pocket, as if it were his own property all along.

Huang Da knelt on the ground, watching helplessly as the Five Elements Blood Pill he had painstakingly refined for over half a month ended up in someone else's pocket. His heart was bleeding, but he dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face. Instead, he plastered on a smile, as if he had seen his own father.

"Hey, what heroes? You flatter us with those words, Daoist Master. The three of us are just trying to make a living. Compared to you, we're nothing."

As he spoke, he reached out and lightly slapped his own face, the motion so practiced it looked like he'd rehearsed it – clearly a veteran actor.

Huang Er and Huang San knelt beside them, nodding repeatedly like chicks pecking at rice.

"Yes, yes, brother is right!"

"Master Dao, you are the true hero! The true champion! We are just a few lowly beggars, unworthy of your attention!"

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips, and looked down at the three brothers kneeling on the ground without saying a word.

Huang Da felt uneasy under his gaze, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end. However, the fawning smile on his face did not diminish at all; instead, it became even brighter, like an old chrysanthemum.

However, seeing that Ji Zuodao didn't immediately start shouting for battle and tearing people apart, Huang Da and the other two breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, only half a bite.

Those who practice heresy are all unpredictable lunatics. One second they're calling you brother, the next they'll rip your heart out and use it as a snack.

And the man in front of us is an even more insane lunatic among evil cultivators, the ultimate lunatic.

Don't be fooled by their smiling faces now; they might turn on you in a heartbeat.

They've learned their lesson before.

"Alright, rise. It's not a holiday, so I didn't prepare any red envelopes."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand, signaling them to get up.

Speaking of which, these three people are actually old acquaintances of Ji Zuodao.

Back in Caiyun, Ji Zuodao had teamed up with them.

At that time, Ji Zuodao had just debuted and was still a green young man, full of curiosity about the world.

What are we exploring?

Explore which tomb contains valuable burial goods, or which gullible prey is easy to fleece.

Huang Da, Huang Er, and Huang San were the three people he met back then.

The four of them got together, robbed tombs, killed people, and set fires, living a very colorful life.

The profits are split 20/80, with them getting 20% ​​and Ji Zuodao getting 80%.

Ji Zuodao felt that he had already been very benevolent.

But these three people didn't think that way.

They felt they had contributed a lot, so why should Ji Zuodao take 80% of the credit?

So one day, taking advantage of Ji Zuodao's exhaustion after pulling off a big heist, they decided to turn against him.

I want to kill him and take his share.

As for the result...

Obvious.

At that time, Ji Zuodao was not very old, but he was already a formidable character.

He single-handedly defeated three opponents, rubbing them repeatedly into the ground.

That scene was said to have become a legend in Caiyun's unorthodox cultivation circle. Every time someone mentioned it, they would give a thumbs up and say, "Daoist Master is awesome."

However, Ji Zuodao was too young and too kind at that time.

He was just double-crossing them, stripping them down to their underwear and then taking a kidney from each of them as a lesson.

Looking back now, Ji Zuodao feels that he was practically a saint back then.

Did they even leave them a pair of underwear?

They only removed one kidney, so they couldn't make a pair?

That's way too merciful!

If it were him now, he'd not just strip you of your underwear, he'd skin you alive and hang you out to dry at the city gate for three days.

Kidneys also need to be paired up, one on each side, neatly arranged, isn't that beautiful?

When Ji Zuodao told Huang Er and Huang San to stand up, they obediently stood up, dusted off their knees, and stood quietly to the side, not daring to breathe.

But Huang is completely different.

He darted up behind Ji Zuodao with tiny, floral-patterned steps, then bent over, sticking his bottom out, and patted his back with his hand—a perfectly executed pose.

"Master Dao, it's too tiring to talk standing up. Please sit down."

Huang Er and Huang San stared at their eldest brother, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

No, bro, you're making us look really clueless. It's like we don't know any manners at all.

Huang Er's eyes darted around, and with a swift knee slide, he was in front of Ji Zuodao's feet. The movement was so fluid, as if it had been rehearsed, that he was in place in a flash.

"Master Dao, it's cold today. Put your feet on me to keep them warm."

As he spoke, Huang Er circulated his qi and blood, raising his body temperature. His chest visibly warmed up, like a self-heating hand warmer.

Huang San, the most honest of the three brothers, stood to the side, looking at his eldest brother and then at his second brother. His face turned bright red, and he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

No, you guys need to mentor the younger brother, don't leave me all alone!

I want to flatter someone, but I don't know how!

You guys should teach me!

He was so anxious that he stomped his feet on the spot. Finally, when he had no other choice, he knelt down with a "thump". But after kneeling down, he didn't know what to do. He could only kneel there blankly, looking pitifully at Ji Zuodao like a wronged little wife.

Ji Zuodao was delighted.

These three men weren't particularly skilled, but their flattery was top-notch. Over the years, their skills hadn't waned; in fact, they'd become even more refined.

He kicked Huang Da and Huang Er once each in the buttocks, not hard, but enough to make them stagger.

"Get lost! Stop flattering me! Go stand at the front and get down to your seats!"

Huang Da and Huang Er, clutching their buttocks and grimacing, stood up and obediently walked to the front to stand in a row, ignoring their younger brother's resentful gaze.

Ji Zuodao paced back and forth in front of the three men for a couple of steps, then stopped and looked at them:

"Tell me, wasn't Caiyun doing just fine here? Why did she end up developing her career at Xiao Ri Jia?"

Huang Da and Huang Er exchanged a glance, and finally Huang Da spoke first.

He sighed, a bitter and resentful expression appearing on his round face, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"Master Dao, you don't know, the environment for unorthodox cultivators in China is tough these days, there's no future for them."

"In the past, things were alright in Caiyun. Evil cultivators were everywhere, and there were many mountain strongholds. Although life was a bit tough, at least we could still make a living. But ever since around the Lunar New Year, when you cooperated with the local 749 to take over all the well-known evil cultivators in Caiyun as a performance target, the situation has completely changed."

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Those guys aren't dead yet?"

"He didn't die, but it was worse than death."

Huang Da looked shaken.

"Before I went abroad, I secretly went back for a look, and good heavens, they were all clearing land in the Gobi Desert, eating only one steamed bun a day, and they were skin and bones from hunger. They weren't heretics, they were clearly laborers! Even black people aren't that miserable."