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

Huang Dayi's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Really? Daoist Master, you're not lying to me?"

"When have I ever lied to you, Daoist Master?"

Ji Zuodao rolled his eyes.

"Don't you realize that this brat has a natural sword bone? As long as he has enough resources, breaking through realms is like drinking water for him. You guys didn't find the right path before, you were just refining trash pills, of course you couldn't keep up with his consumption rate."

"Now that he has my guidance and these excellent materials, if he still can't break through, then he's not a born swordsman, he's a born waste."

Huang Da nodded repeatedly, his head bobbing like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Master Dao is right! Master Dao is wise! Long live Master Dao!"

"Alright, alright, stop flattering me."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand and stood up.

"You guys keep busy, I'm going out for a stroll. I'll also go see my adopted son and see what good news he has for me today."

He said that and then turned and left.

Huang Da watched Ji Zuodao's departing figure, feeling a deep sense of emotion.

A Taoist priest is indeed a Taoist priest!

Such vision, such magnanimity, such methods—these are truly beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Back in the Han Dynasty, the three brothers had spent so many years just managing to make ends meet.

But I've only been following Master Dao for a few days!

Not only do they enjoy the finest food and drink, but they can also openly kill people to refine elixirs. Their lives are practically like paradise.

Huang Dayue thought about it more and more and felt that being beaten to a pulp by Ji Zuodao back in Caiyun was the best decision they had ever made in their lives.

If they hadn't been beaten into submission that time, they wouldn't be so obedient to Ji Zuodao.

If they weren't obedient, Ji Zuodao wouldn't have played with them.

If we don't involve them in our activities, they won't be able to enjoy such a good life.

So sometimes getting a beating isn't such a bad thing.

Huang Da was thinking about his good fortune when he suddenly felt someone tugging at his trouser leg.

He looked down and saw that the little brat had somehow run to his feet, tilting his head back and looking at him with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Uncle, where did Master Dao go?"

"I went out for a walk."

"oh."

The little brat nodded, then asked, "When will the Taoist priest be back?"

"I don't know, it'll probably take a while."

"oh."

The little brat nodded again, then lowered his head, remained silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said earnestly:

"Uncle, I want to be as powerful as Master Dao when I grow up."

Huang Da was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

He reached out and ruffled the little boy's messy head, saying with a smile:

"Alright, that's ambitious. Then you'd better train hard and not slack off."

"Um!"

The little brat nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Looking at him, Huang Da suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable relief.

The three brothers picked up this little brat and raised him single-handedly.

Although they weren't good people and had committed many murders and arsons, they were genuinely kind to this little brat.

They hoped he could succeed and make something of himself, so he wouldn't end up like them, spending his whole life hiding in the shadows, living in constant fear.

Now, with Ji Zuodao's help, the little brat's future seems even brighter.

Thinking of this, Huang Da couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps the best thing the three brothers ever did was find this little kid in that remote mountain valley.

Sato also felt that the best thing he had ever done in his life was to recognize Himezamichi as his godfather.

Now, those powerful families look at Sato as if he were a walking plague, and they can't even avoid him.

They had already held several meetings in private and finally reached a consensus—

Sato, that kid, is either an undercover agent sent by the evil sect to deliberately drag people out to their deaths, or he's suffered a mental breakdown and is taking revenge on society.

Just think about it, with so many skilled fighters, they could easily take on that evil god who escaped from the seal and started causing chaos, going back and forth several times.

As a result, when it came to you, Sato, it didn't even cause a ripple, and all the people were gone?

Once or twice could be considered an accident, but three or four times would be intentional.

Five times, six times, seven times, eight times...

Your Majesty, they're playing a trick on you.

In short, the powerful families have completely given up on Sato.

Do whatever you want, go do your own thing, we're not going to cater to you anymore.

Sato was so frustrated.

But there was nothing he could do.

The powerful families wouldn't lend him any manpower, and the bunch of scoundrels in his team were useless anyway, so he had to catch that group of evil cultivators himself.

That's not going to arrest people, that's going to get yourself killed.

After thinking it over, he could only run up to Ji Zuodao and kneel down with a "thump".

"Godfather! Please help your son! Your son is truly at his wit's end!"

"Those powerful families are scoundrels! They say I'm an undercover agent, that I deliberately dragged people out to their deaths, and now not a single one will lend me anything! My son is now a commander without any troops, without even anyone to command!"

As he spoke, he began kowtowing repeatedly, so earnestly that his forehead turned red from the kowtow.

"Please, Godfather, help your son! If you can catch those evil cultivators, I'll do anything for you, even serve you like a slave!"

Ji Zuodao was secretly delighted to see him like this.

He reached out and helped Sato up, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a kind expression, "Good son, don't cry. They're just a few evil cultivators. Leave it to your godfather."

Upon hearing this, Sato was overjoyed: "Really? Godfather, you're willing to help your son?"

"Of course. I love helping people out."

"You wait here, your godfather will be right back."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Sato knelt on the spot, watching Himeza's departing figure, feeling deeply moved.

A godfather is a godfather, but a real father is a real father!

Ji Zuodao returned in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

He carried four people in his arms and threw them on the ground like he was carrying chicks.

"Here, I've brought the person to you."

Sato was completely dumbfounded.

The four people on the ground, bound hand and foot and making "woo woo woo" sounds, were the evil cultivators who had been causing trouble in Xiao Ri!

One, two, three... and there's one more little one?

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

It really was that group of evil cultivators!

He looked up at Ji Zuodao with a look in his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

"Father...father...how...how did you do that?"

Sato's voice was trembling.

They've been arresting people for months, and so many have died, but they haven't even gotten a shred of that evil cultivator.

As a result, his godfather went out for a walk and brought the man back in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Is this the strength of the experts from the Great Han Dynasty?

Sri Lanka is number one!

"Oh, it's nothing."

"These three can only cause a little trouble in your little world. In our Han Dynasty, they're nothing but stray dogs on the street, not even worth a second glance. Alright, here are the men. Now, do it and avenge your people."

Sato's eyes instantly reddened upon hearing this.

He raised his knife and walked step by step toward the group of evil cultivators, a sinister smile on his face.

The group of evil cultivators struggled desperately, making "woo-woo-woo" sounds, as if their tongues had been pulled out, probably done by their godfather.

Sato felt a little disappointed; he had wanted to hear them begging for mercy.

But it didn't matter; just seeing their terrified expressions was enough to make him happy.

He walked up to the youngest of the evil practitioners and raised his knife.

The little evil cultivator looked about the same age as his sister, and at that moment, tears were streaming down his face as he cried pitifully.

Hey, believe it or not, that crying sounded exactly like his sister's.

Sato was taken aback.

I don't know why, but a strange feeling suddenly welled up inside me.

It's like... something seems off.

I just can't quite put my finger on it.

He shook his head, banishing the strange thought from his mind.

Who cares? They're just a few evil cultivators anyway, killing them is fine.

"Nisuchi!"

He shouted and brought his knife down.

—Another version of the comic book series has been released, and this one has even more details.