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

Dog-Grandpa grinned, scratched his chin with his paw, and let out a sneer.

A honey trap? How could someone like me come up with such a thing?

Honestly, Tamamo-no-Mae wasn't as appealing to Himezado as the big chicken leg at the victory celebration.

Doggy doesn't deny that Tamamo-no-Mae is indeed a stunning beauty who could bring ruin to a country, according to normal people's aesthetic standards.

With that waist, those legs, that chest, just standing there, any man would stare in disbelief.

But the question is, is Ji Zuodao a normal person?

He's no normal person at all.

He's practically detached from everyone.

Tamamo-no-Mae's limited skills were nothing compared to Himezaku's; they were like throwing a flirtatious glance at a blind man.

His aesthetic sense has been completely warped long ago.

That's right, it was those vixens who did this.

Ten years or so ago, when those fox spirits from the Ailao Mountains gathered for a meeting, the atmosphere was more serious than when they were discussing any important military or national affairs.

"We'd better keep a close eye on this piece of meat, Xiao Ji."

"Yes, we can't let those little bitches outside steal the show."

"Xiao Ji has good genes and a strong destiny; she is destined for greatness. We must act now."

"It's no use starting early; you have to cultivate it from a young age. Aesthetic sense needs to be instilled from childhood."

"That's right. Once we fix his aesthetic standards, he'll only see us vixens as the most beautiful women. Other women will just be ugly ducklings on the street, none of them will catch his eye."

The fox spirits unanimously passed the resolution and immediately established the "Hime Zuodao Aesthetic Orientation Training Group".

To be honest, they were genuinely afraid.

What are you afraid of?

I'm afraid of that unreliable old man, Zhou Langchen.

Ji Zuodao's third master, who doesn't know what this thing is?

A frequent visitor to the Red Romance, he rowed his boat without oars his whole life, relying entirely on the waves, soaring high above the waves.

That old bastard is a womanizer himself, always flirting with women wherever he goes, leaving behind a trail of romantic entanglements wherever he goes.

The fox spirits thought to themselves, "This won't do, this absolutely won't do."

Zhou Langchen exposes Ji Zuodao to his influence every day. If little Ji follows his example and goes astray, then this prime piece of meat will be wasted.

So they put in a lot of effort.

The Empress even personally taught the students, imparting knowledge through words and deeds, explaining everything from coat color to tail, from demeanor to charm—teaching them in a meticulous and detailed way.

"Remember this, what are the standards for a beautiful woman? First of all, her fur must be bright and pure, not flashy. Those with mixed fur are considered defective here."

"Secondly, the fur should be smooth and silky, like silk to the touch, not rough on your hands. Imagine if touching it felt like touching sandpaper, would that be comfortable?"

"Furthermore, the tail should be big and fluffy, swaying as it walks—that's what's called charming. If the tail is short and thin, what do you call it? That's called a bald-tailed mouse."

The Empress taught diligently, occasionally slipping in her own ideas, and Ji Zuodao also studied diligently, listening attentively and memorizing everything thoroughly.

Through this daily exposure, Ji Zuodao's aesthetic sense was firmly shaped.

What has it taken to look like now?

Simply put, if you don't have a tail, animal ears, or a coat of shiny, smooth fur, then no matter how good-looking you are, in Ji Zuodao's eyes you're at most a "human-shaped object," on par with the cabbages sold on the street.

If your fur is shiny enough and your tail is fluffy enough, even if your face looks like a car crash, Ji Zuodao will still take a second look at you and praise you for having "good potential".

Therefore, Tamamo-no-Mae deserved her fate in this huge battle.

Impure coat color - a deduction.

Too many patterns – deduct points.

A short, thick tail with forked fur—a complete negative score.

In Ji Zuodao's eyes, wasn't he just an ugly bastard?

In short, Tamamo-no-Mae has to accept her fate regarding this matter.

Actually, they have other methods as well.

Framing, sowing discord—these are all old tricks of the common people, passed down through generations, used for hundreds of years.

The question is, do they dare?

dare not.

I really wouldn't dare.

Not to mention Ji Zuodao's cultivation level, the burly man behind him alone is enough to give them a hard time.

The Han Dynasty is getting stronger and stronger now, so why would they dare to court death?

Therefore, they only dare to resort to low-level tricks like using their feminine wiles.

Even if this fails, it won't offend anyone too much; at most, it's like giving the other side a little benefit.

Of course, judging from Ji Zuodao's aesthetic sense, this perk is like giving away a broken branch.

So the higher-ups could only watch as Ji Zuodao reaped a bountiful harvest, boarding the plane with bags and packages.

Judging from Ji Zuodao's posture, it's as if he's going to empty out someone's peaceful life.

He was carrying two bags in his left hand, three bags hanging from his right, and a string of something that jingled around his neck.

There was no way to contain it all; the human skin bag couldn't hold it all.

Doggy glanced at him: "You're not leaving anyone any time to live comfortably, are you?"

"Well, we're already here, we can't go back empty-handed. This trip is practically an overseas trip, so I'm thinking of bringing back some local specialties. Although there's not much to bring back from this crappy place, squeezing out some good stuff is like squeezing toothpaste; you never know how much you can get out unless you squeeze hard."

Doggy thought to himself, "You're really something. When the higher-ups at that little family saw him off at the airport, their faces were practically green. They were all gritting their teeth and forcing out a 'welcome back next time' smile, with tears welling up in their eyes that could have watered the flowers."

Ji Zuodao, however, seemed completely oblivious, or rather, he didn't care at all. He cheerfully waved goodbye, saying, "Go on your way, go on your way. Don't bother seeing me off, it's making me feel really bad. I'll come visit again when I need some money."

The smiles on the faces of the executives at Xiao Rizi froze instantly.

Doggy rolled his eyes at him, annoyed, and urged, "Hurry up and go, stop talking nonsense."

After the plane took off, Ji Zuodao leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs.

He frowned and asked Dog Master:

"Dog, why are you in such a hurry to drag me back to the Great Han? I finally got to go abroad for a trip, and I haven't made enough money yet. I think we can still squeeze some more money out of them. Don't be fooled by their current complaints of poverty; they're actually quite wealthy. Compared to these old-school bandits, we're just robbing the rich to help the poor."

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Life's already incredibly tough, and you're still shaving? Can't you at least leave them with their underwear?"

"That won't do. I always prefer things to be done cleanly and efficiently. If I'm going to shave, I'll shave it clean. What's the point of leaving my underwear out? It makes me look so unprofessional."

Dog Lord: "..."

Ji Zuodao argued, "Besides, what was my mission? To take good care of myself. I've only just made a few moves with Huang Da and the others, and there are still a bunch of pieces to be played. Am I just going to pack up and leave? My mission isn't complete."

Doggy rolled his eyes: "Is this not enough? I haven't recovered from my life for almost ten years. If I'm unlucky, I probably won't have a life to live anymore."

Ji Zuodao was completely baffled: "What do you mean? Dog Master, why are you talking so incoherently today?"

Dog didn't respond, and turned to look out the window.

The plane wasn't high enough; through the thin clouds, we could see our homeland slowly receding below.

That chain of islands, winding and twisting, looks like a large, yellowish-brown snake coiled up on the road when viewed from the sky.

That is the fate of the nation for ordinary people.

A large python.

It looks quite impressive, with thick parts and long parts, enough to make it look imposing and intimidating even small countries.

But right now, the giant python is being pressed to the ground and rubbed by something.