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

"You brat, how are you going to make up for it?"

Ji Zuodao, carrying the tattered clothes, squinted at the little brat riding on Huang Er's neck, his eyes like knives, radiating coldness.

But what about that little brat? He wasn't afraid at all.

He straddled Huang Er's shoulders, looking down at Ji Zuodao, licked his lips, and said matter-of-factly, "When do we evil cultivators ever have to pay for our meals?"

Ji Zuodao was stunned for a moment.

Holy crap, that actually makes sense.

He couldn't find a reason to refute those words for a moment.

For those practicing heretical cultivation, paying for a meal is considered charity, while not paying for a meal is considered skill.

This little brat's got some wild ideas.

Ji Zuodao turned to look at Huang Da and the other two, a forced smile on his face:

"You three are quite good at teaching."

Huang Da swallowed hard, a gurgling sound coming from his throat, his smile more painful than a grimace.

"Master Dao, he's just a child, please don't hold it against him... Um, Master Dao, we'll compensate you! We definitely will!"

"pay?"

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow and raised his voice eight octaves, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Pah! That's a three-thousand-year-old elixir! Even if you refined everyone in Tokyo, you still couldn't afford to pay for it! Stop spouting nonsense and give me this brat while he's still fresh."

A chill ran down Huang Da's spine, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

While it's fresh? Something doesn't sound right here. Are you picking out spare ribs?

"Master Dao... what are you going to do?"

"What are you doing?"

Ji Zuodao smiled, a smile that seemed harmless, but the words he spoke sent chills down one's spine.

"Before this brat even starts digesting it, let me throw him into the furnace to refine him. That way, nothing will go to waste. Look, isn't there a ready-made alchemy furnace right here?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the enormous bronze alchemy furnace in the center of the factory.

The flames at the bottom of the furnace had not yet completely died down, and the dark red light reflected on the furnace wall, creating an indistinct glow that looked as if the gates of hell had been opened.

The faces of Huang Da, Huang Er, and Huang San turned pale instantly.

Huang Da knelt down with a "thud," and the sound of his knees hitting the ground was painful to hear.

He clasped his hands together and repeatedly bowed to Ji Zuodao, as if worshipping a Bodhisattva.

"Master Daoist! Master Daoist! Please have mercy! From now on, the three of us brothers will serve you like cattle and horses! We'll be your dogs! We'll bite whoever you tell us to bite! We'll never go west if you tell us to go east! We just beg you to spare this child!"

"Pooh!"

Ji Zuodao spat, his face full of disdain: "Stop trying to flatter yourselves! Serving as my dogs? Even if you served as my dogs, I'd find you too rough! With your meager skills, you wouldn't even be good enough to lick my fur!"

"I'll ask you one more time, will you give it to me or not?"

As he spoke, a terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from Ji Zuodao's body!

The oppressive force, like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami crashing down, weighed heavily on everyone's heart, making it difficult to even breathe.

A colossal Dharma image slowly rose behind Ji Zuodao.

The image was draped in a blood-red robe, its face blurred, except for its eyes, which shone with a captivating light in the darkness, like two blood-red lanterns.

The Dharma Image held two giant swords, their blades wrapped in countless blood-red runes, radiating a terrifying aura. It seemed that with a single strike, it could cleave mountains and rivers and slaughter all living beings.

The Dharma Image of the Styx Ancestor!

The scene was enough to fill one with despair.

This is a pure crushing defeat on a life level!

Like a giant dragon looking down on a few ants.

You don't even have the right to resist.

Huang Da, Huang Er, and Huang San are all at the Spirit Palace Realm, which would be considered a high level of expertise in Xiao Rizi's world.

However, faced with the overwhelming pressure of Ji Zuodao's Divine Power Realm cultivation, they couldn't even stand steadily. Their legs trembled, and their knees kept bending, as if they might kneel down again at any moment.

But they did not kneel.

They gritted their teeth and persevered.

A trickle of blood oozed from Huang Da's mouth; it was from biting his gums, and the blood was flowing down his lip.

His body was trembling, from his calves to his back, from his back to his shoulders, every muscle was shaking and moaning, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

But he still protected the little brat behind him.

The same applies to Huang Er and Huang San.

The three of them formed a human wall, blocking the little brat behind them.

Their bodies were trembling, their faces were as pale as paper, and their breathing was rapid and disordered, but their eyes were unusually firm.

Huang Da raised his head to look at Ji Zuodao, his voice hoarse, yet carrying an unprecedented resolve:

"Master Dao... this time... I'm afraid I cannot comply..."

"You want our lives? Fine. Take them, they're worthless. But this brat... he's our hope. If you're going to harm him... then the three of us... have no choice but to rebel against you!"

One after another, jagged bone spurs suddenly shot out from their bodies!

Some of the bone spurs pierced out of the shoulder blades, some burrowed out from between the ribs, and some grew directly from the gaps in the spine. They were white and gleamed with a cold light, quickly covering their entire bodies and forming a set of hideous bone armor.

Sharp bone blades grew from their arms, like two natural scimitars, gleaming coldly in the dim light.

At that moment, they were like demons crawling out of hell.

Covered in blood and with a ferocious expression, he exuded an aura of fearlessness in the face of death.

Huang Da took a deep breath and walked towards Ji Zuodao first!

With each step he took, he left a deep footprint in the ground, sending pebbles flying and dust billowing up!

Huang Er and Huang San followed closely behind, forming a triangle.

Even though their legs were trembling, their teeth were chattering, and their hearts were pounding wildly in their chests as if they might explode at any moment, they still did not stop.

Ji Zuodao stood there watching them, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Huh? Instead of running away, you're walking towards me?"

The Styx Ancestor behind him slowly raised the giant sword in his hand.

The giant sword seemed to weigh a ton. With each inch it rose higher, the air seemed to solidify, and the pressure increased, making Huang Da and the other two move slower and slower, their steps heavier and heavier.

But they still didn't stop.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge, every step felt like carrying a mountain on my back.

But they are still moving forward.

Just before the black giant sword was about to strike, a small figure suddenly rushed out from behind Huang Da and the others!

It's that little brat!

He staggered to the front of Huang Da and the others, spread his arms, and stood in front of them.

A few sparse bone spurs struggled to protrude from his body.

The bone spikes were thin and short, like toothpicks, looking frail and weak. They couldn't even kill a chicken, let alone defend against them.

But he just stood there, blocking Huang Da and the others, facing the Styx Ancestor's Dharma Image, which was like a demon god, and facing the giant sword that could cleave mountains and rivers.

He looked up at Ji Zuodao, his small figure appearing as insignificant as a speck of dust before the enormous Dharma image.

But he did not back down, and grinned at Ji Zuodao.

It looked like a small beast cornered, knowing that it was facing a fierce tiger and that it was no match for it, but still baring its few ungrown baby teeth and letting out its fiercest roar.

His eyes held fear, tension, and tears welling up.

But more than anything, it's a kind of stubbornness.

A spirit of resilience.

A determination that says, "If you dare touch them, I'll fight you to the death."

The factory was eerily quiet.

All that remained were the crackling of the fire and the little brat's heavy breathing.

—Hey, a version of the manga has already been released, but all the gory scenes have been cut out. It's not interesting. Let's wait for the next version.