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

Back to Ji Zuodao's side, the big shots of 749 finally understood why the national fortune was fluctuating. So, before our little Ji had even had three days to rest after returning to the Han Dynasty, Zhang Yucheng called him back.

Zhang Yucheng's exact words on the phone were: "Xiao Ji, come over, it's good news."

Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up immediately when he heard the words "good thing".

I thought to myself, "Great! This must be a reward for those who have made contributions!"

I've made such a big fuss about my personal life this time, so I deserve a reward, both morally and logically.

He could accept any award, whether it's a bonus, a house, or a "Best Troublemaker of the Year" banner.

He rushed into Zhang Yucheng's office excitedly, and the moment his buttocks touched the chair, Zhang Yucheng opened his mouth with a sentence:

"Good, good, little Ji, you did a great job! Come and see, there have been dozens of earthquakes and about ten tsunamis these past few days. Right now, a super typhoon is on its way there. I heard that Mount Fuji has been emitting black smoke recently, and the crater is bubbling and gurgling, like a pot of soup that hasn't been opened for eight hundred years."

Ji Zuodao's smile froze instantly. He blinked and slowly typed a question mark.

"No, Uncle Zhang, although I did go to Xiaorizi, it has nothing to do with me. I really didn't burn down the Old Summer Palace... No, I mean, that little bit of geological activity at Xiaorizi was a natural disaster, what does it have to do with me?"

Zhang Yucheng chuckled and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I didn't say you did it yourself. But you do have a share in the blame."

Ji Zuodao was even more confused.

Seeing his demeanor, Zhang Yucheng stopped being mysterious and explained things to him in detail.

That day, the two golden dragons beat up the little snake that represents national fortune, and before leaving, they grabbed a handful of national fortune and stuffed it into their arms like picking vegetables.

This thing represents real luck; if it's uprooted and taken away, the consequences for that area won't just be a period of stagnation.

When a nation's fate is sealed, the earth beneath its feet seems to lose its backbone, shaking one day, swaying the next, and then a tsunami might strike to add to the turmoil.

The crater of Mount Fuji is even more outrageous. It was sleeping like a log, but then the nation's fortunes changed, and it suddenly sprang back to life. Sigh, the smoke it was emitting was more frequent than the exhaust fans at a barbecue stall.

Ji Zuodao understood. "Serves them right for bullying Qi Qi."

Zhang Yucheng continued, "The improvement of the nation's fortune is actually just a bonus. The most important thing, really, lies here—"

"The connection between heaven and earth is about to end."

"The barrier between the human world and the Heavenly Court and the Underworld has been there for over six hundred years, but now it can barely communicate with each other. We received a message from the Heavenly Court, and we finally understand what really happened back then."

Upon hearing Zhang Yucheng's words, Ji Zuodao sat up straight.

The story of the separation of heaven and earth has been told to me by my masters since I was a child. There are various versions of it, but no one can really tell me the inside story.

Zhang Yucheng began to speak.

Back in the Ming Dynasty, cultivators of Qi emerged one after another, like leeks, constantly being cut down only to grow back stronger. With more people, the Qi became stronger, and with stronger Qi, the commotion in the heavens became greater.

The sheer number of people and the abundance of spiritual energy actually attracted some things that shouldn't have been there.

Whatever came from beyond the heavens, the Heavenly Court calls it an extraterrestrial demon, but we call it a monster.

At that time, those powerful and strange entities were basically all kept out by the people of the Heavenly Court.

The Heavenly Court, relying on its superior numbers and the combined might of its layers upon layers of heavenly soldiers and generals, managed to defend its gates.

But the strange occurrences kept coming in waves, and even the Heavenly Court struggled to stop them.

The higher-ups had no choice but to send a message to the gatekeeper, instructing him to be careful and keep a tight watch on the gate between Heaven and Earth.

If we encounter a weak and strange creature, we can let it pass by, and it will just lead to a few more folk tales; but those strong ones must never be allowed into the human world.

Who was the goalkeeper at that time?

Liu Bowen.

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow: "Liu Bowen? Wait, Liu Bowen severing the dragon vein, is that really the version?"

Zhang Yucheng nodded:

"It's him. This guy is supposed to be a smart man, but the problem is that smart men think more than others. The message from Heaven was originally, 'You handle it, don't let the powerful thing come over,' but when Liu Bowen heard about this, he thought, 'This is terrible! What if we can't stop it just by blocking it? Rather than being passively attacked, we might as well take the initiative and weld this passage shut at the root.'"

Ji Zuodao's eyes widened: "He just...welded it shut?"

"Welded shut." Zhang Yucheng held up a finger. "Severed the dragon veins, cut off the connection between heaven and earth, all in one go. The Heavenly Court was still fighting a war outside when they suddenly found that their connection with the mortal world had been completely severed. Guess what? All those gods were dumbfounded."

"Back then, Liu Bowen locked the door from the inside, so no matter how much the people outside tried, they couldn't get a hold of it. For over six hundred years, the Heavenly Court has tried countless times, but they couldn't even pry it open a crack. But this time is different—"

"This time we discovered that the door, which had been locked for over six hundred years, suddenly started to loosen."

Ji Zuodao was taken aback: "Loose? How did it loosen?"

Zhang Yucheng smiled, a smile that, how to put it, revealed the cunning of an old fox:

"I don't know. The higher-ups have been studying it for ages but still can't figure it out, so we came up with a plan—to replicate your actions again, and send you, you... well, troublemaker, to other countries one by one. Take the fate of our great Han Dynasty and wreak havoc on their fates. Britain, America, France, Germany, Russia, Japan, Italy, Austria—let's try them one by one. Surely we'll succeed at least once, right? Until we pry open the door to the Jedi-Sky Bridge."

The air was silent for a full three seconds.

Then Ji Zuodao suddenly stood up, as if he had springs under his buttocks, and his eyes were gleaming green.

"Uncle Zhang! Are you serious?!"

"Of course it's true. If you want to rest for a few months—"

"No! Absolutely not! Uncle Zhang! I can leave anytime! I can be a troublemaker right now!!"

How could Ji Zuodao possibly sit still now?

He was already calculating in his mind what kind of profits he could squeeze out of each of the UK, US, France, Germany, Russia, Japan, Italy, and Austria.

As he walked out, pondering his next move, he suddenly remembered something at the door, turned back, and called out:

"Qiqi! Let's go! Brother will take you on a trip abroad!"

Qiqi was squatting in the hallway, gnawing on a chicken leg. Hearing this, she looked up, her greasy little mouth pouting, and came running over: "Where are you going?"

"Where to? Great place! It'll be more fun than your old life!" Ji Zuodao scooped her up and hoisted her onto his shoulder with practiced ease.

Ji Zhengdao suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Seeing his brother's posture, he immediately understood and, without saying a word, took off to follow, saying, "Brother, wait for me, I'm going too!"

Doggy followed slowly, yawned, and flicked the tip of his tail: "Perfect timing, Doggy has just finished digesting his food, time to stretch his muscles."

Ji Zuodao carried his younger sister on his shoulders, followed by his younger brother, with a dog at his feet, and strode towards the door in the bright evening light.

The sunset cast four long shadows, like horses being whipped into motion.

In the distance, one could faintly hear Qiqi's childish voice asking a question—

"Brother, where can we go this time?"

"I've been to so many places, England, America, France, Germany... I've visited them all one by one!"

"Then...can you take me to eat something delicious?"

"Absolutely! It's the rule of our Ji family: we eat wherever we go! Don't you agree, Dog Master?"

"Woof!"

The general trend of the world is that after a long period of division, there will be unity; after a long period of unity, there will be division.

The gate to the Heavenly Gate has been welded for over six hundred years, and no one can say for sure when it will open.

who cares.

The door opened, and peace reigned throughout the land;

If the door won't open, then let it continue to be ruined.

Wherever Ji Zuodao goes, there is a vibrant, lively atmosphere.

Even if a deity came, he would have to sit down, eat a couple of sunflower seeds, and then chat.

What was that saying again?

The world is at peace, and the nation's fortunes are soaring.

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