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

Tanaka, who had just been laughing loudly and shouting "Resurrect my pig god," was now completely frozen in place.

He remained motionless, arms outstretched and head tilted back, as if someone had acupunctured him.

After a long while, he slowly lowered his head, staring blankly at the three piles on the ground—no, the three people and the dog licking their fingers and paws—and his lips began to tremble.

"You...you all..."

His voice trembled, filled with an incredulous grief and indignation.

"You...ate my pig god?"

Ji Zuodao cleaned the last finger, raised his head, and looked at him with an innocent expression.

"Yes, you ate. What's wrong?"

Ji Zhengdao spat out the bone fragments in his mouth, wiped the grease from his lips, and confidently replied:

"What are you looking at? This is mine, I can eat it whenever I want."

The dog licked its paw and slowly delivered the final blow:

"Exactly, go find some yourself if you want to eat. Don't just stand here staring at me. I'm not giving you any."

They spoke with such confidence and self-assurance.

It was as if they had just eaten someone else's shikigami, or something from their own refrigerator.

Tanaka's blood pressure spiked instantly.

His face first turned bright red, then quickly turned ashen, and finally became a color somewhere between pig liver and eggplant.

His lips trembled several times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end only a single sound escaped his lips—

"puff--"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward, crashing to the ground with a thud, and passed out.

The Onmyoji not far away were all dumbfounded.

They stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, at the scene before them, and for a long time no one uttered a single word.

What the hell is this?!

If this happened in an anime, it would be universally condemned.

Ryomen Sukuna stood opposite him, staring at this sudden scene for a long while, then laughed.

And it's the kind of laughter that comes from the heart, a truly hearty and unrestrained laugh.

He'd been playing this game for so many days, killed so many people, and watched so many identical "bond explosion" dramas; he was already sick of it.

But he really didn't expect what was happening before his eyes.

interesting.

That's so interesting.

He looked up at Ji Zuodao and his group, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

Especially the one who eats meat, he looks carefree and irresponsible, but that relaxed air that comes from his bones is not faked.

They really didn't take him seriously.

This was the first time Ryoumen Sukuna had encountered such a look in someone's eyes after so many days of living a simple life.

It wasn't fear, it wasn't anger, it wasn't that kind of melodramatic, hot-blooded "I can't lose for my comrades, for our bonds" mentality.

It's simply that... they didn't take you seriously.

It's like seeing a grasshopper on the roadside; you might find it amusing, but that's about it.

This feeling was both novel and unpleasant for Ryoumen Sukuna.

He was, after all, the legendary King of Curses. Since he was released from the seal, he had been killing his way from south to north and from east to west, leaving the cultivation world of Xiao Ri crying out for help, with no one left who could fight him.

As a result, the men in front of him looked at him as if he were a monkey in a zoo.

How can anyone tolerate this?

However, Sukuna did not rush to make a move.

He wanted to see what gave these people their confidence.

At this moment, Ji Zuodao was also observing the two Su Nuo.

He glanced at him up and down and immediately understood what was going on.

Tsk, roughly the strength of the Divine Power Realm? That's all?

Although Xiao Rizi's cultivation system is different from that of the Han Dynasty, it is still a case of the son learning from the father, and the essence remains the same despite the variations. One can still discern some of the tricks of the trade.

Can a cultivator at the Divine Power Realm really overwhelm a high-level combatant like me?

Ji Zuodao was filled with emotion.

The cultivation circle of ordinary people has indeed declined.

But then again, it's their turn.

When the Little Ones invaded the Great Han Dynasty, the Great Han Dynasty was in a critical period of transition between the old and new cultivation systems.

At that time, the new cultivation system was finally finalized after hundreds of revisions, and most of the Qi cultivators in the Han Dynasty chose to disband their cultivation and start over.

We have to fix it; the version is different now.

The original cultivation system has gradually become incompatible with the changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth after the "severance of the connection between heaven and earth".

It's like trying to stick a Windows 98 installation disc onto a computer that already has Windows 11 installed—there's no way it will be compatible.

And just at this critical juncture, life got better.

That caught me completely off guard.

The Qi cultivators of the Great Han Dynasty were either losing their power or their cultivation was ruined, making them the weakest they could be.

The little people seized this opportunity and swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

Honestly, if it weren't for one soldier after another stepping up and building a Great Wall with their flesh and blood, the Han Qi cultivators might not have been able to withstand it.

Later, the great Han cultivators recovered their strength and used the battle to sustain themselves, causing their cultivation to rise rapidly before they could launch a counterattack.

That's how the grudge was formed.

Moreover, this grudge cannot be resolved simply by finishing the war.

The great man who cultivates Qi is very vengeful.

Putting aside everything else, let's just talk about those gangs in Northeast China.

The first thing those shamans do in their morning prayers is to curse the little days.

Early in the morning, the fox spirits, the yellow fox spirit, the white fox spirit, the willow spirit, and the gray fox spirit sat cross-legged and chanted incantations for half an hour, which they considered their morning exercise.

Do you think that the earthquakes and tsunamis that happen every day in our daily lives are all due to geographical reasons?

The idea is too simplistic.

That's because it's cursed.

And then there's Mika City, where people die every day. It's considered peaceful if at least ten or eight people don't die every day.

That was done by some evil cultivator back then. He used evil magic to ruin the feng shui and turned that place into a dead land, which is why it's so evil.

Therefore, the current predicament that Xiao Ri is experiencing is entirely his own fault.

Ji Zuodao pulled himself out of his thoughts and turned his gaze back to the two Su Nuo.

The Divine Power Realm is considered a significant figure even in the Han Dynasty, but that's about it.

In the Han Dynasty, which evil cultivator at the Divine Power Realm didn't keep a low profile?

Before going out, one must check the Chinese almanac, for fear of bumping into some big shot and getting dealt with casually.

But what about everyday life?

Once you reach the Divine Power Realm, you can do whatever you want and dominate the entire cultivation world.

The difference is just too big.

It's like playing a game; you might be fighting tooth and nail in the highest rank in the Chinese server, but you just can't seem to climb the ranks.

As a result, you switched regions and ended up on a bot server, where you just went on a rampage.

Thinking of this, Ji Zuodao couldn't help but sigh.

Not interesting.

It's really boring.

He had originally thought he would meet a worthy opponent and get some exercise.

Is that all?

However, since I've taken the money, I still have to do the work.

We have to put on a show.

Ji Zuodao cleaned the last finger, looked up at the two Su Nuo, and grinned:

"Um, you're that... Ryoumen Sukuna, right?"

"I heard you're pretty good at fighting?"

"What a coincidence, I'm pretty good at fighting too."

"How about we practice together?"

Ryomen Sukuna looked at his smug smile and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Alright. You're a Qi cultivator from the Han Dynasty, right? I've smelled this before."

"Perfect timing, it's been a long time since I've tasted the flavor of a Qi cultivator from the Han Dynasty."