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

Ji Zuodao was completely unaware of the turmoil outside.

He got up early, full of energy, and then fell into deep thought as he looked at the sphere of spiritual light that had been poured out of the human skin bag on the ground, emitting various colors of faint light.

In his previous letter, Master mentioned seizing the palace and filling the sea, explaining the reasoning in a profound and unfathomable way, exuding an aura of dominance.

But how exactly should one "fill" it in...?

The three old men didn't mention a single word!

We can't just let him swallow it whole, can we?

These things are all bigger than a fist, and they look really uncomfortable.

Or... write another letter and send it up the mountain to ask?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Ji Zuodao nipped it in the bud.

No!

How could a promising young man who has just left home and is determined to make a name for himself go back to his master for such a trivial matter?

Men have pride!

Self-reliance leads to abundance!

He stared at the spheres of light surrounding the spirit palaces, especially the pink one, surrounded by peach blossoms, which belonged to the Holy Maiden of the Joyful Union Sect, and his gaze gradually hardened.

"Damn it, you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub, and you can't fill your spiritual sea without risking your throat!"

"Let's give it our all!"

He picked up the pink orb of spiritual light, gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and then—

They just forced their way in!

"Uh... um..."

The sphere of light from the Spirit Palace was too large, getting stuck in its throat; it couldn't go in or out.

Ji Zuodao's neck veins bulged instantly, his fair face turned red, and his eyes bulged out.

From the outside, a round, pink bulge was clearly visible in the middle of his long neck, and it was even wriggling slightly, looking both eerie and frightening.

"Cough... Heh..."

He gestured wildly with his hands, tears welling up in his eyes, his mind filled with only one thought: I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm choking to death! Master, save me!

Just then—

"Oh~"

A soft gasp, filled with the dazedness of just waking up and utter amazement, rang out beside the bed.

Ji Zuodao stiffly and extremely slowly moved his eyes, glancing at it out of the corner of his eye.

Qiqi had woken up sometime earlier and was kneeling on the bed, her little hands gripping the edge of the bed, her big, light purple eyes wide open, staring at him without blinking... and at the astonishing bulge on his neck.

Her little face was filled with pure, genuine amazement and admiration.

"Brother, brother..." she said slowly, in an extremely serious tone, "So... amazing. You can swallow something so big."

"!!!"

Ji Zuodao was startled.

The hand that was trying to reach the throat froze in mid-air.

Do I...do I need to throw up?

Spitting it out in front of Qiqi?

What about that "I'm so brave" attitude just now? Didn't it become a joke?

Wouldn't the "powerful older brother" image that had just been established in the little girl's mind collapse in an instant?

No!

Absolutely not!

A man's pride is of paramount importance!

Especially in front of little girls!

"Gulp... Uh!"

Ji Zuodao steeled his resolve, stomped his foot hard on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing violently as he exerted every ounce of strength, even unconsciously channeling a wisp of spiritual energy to squeeze and push—

"Gulp!"

A dull thud, like a heavy object falling into water, came from deep within his throat.

The pink bump on my neck has disappeared.

The whole world fell silent.

Ji Zuodao remained frozen in place, his head tilted back as he swallowed, a single bead of cold sweat slowly sliding down his forehead.

"Oh~"

Qiqi let out an even louder exclamation, her little hands even clapping gently, her pale purple eyes seeming to sparkle with starlight.

"You went down! Great job, brother!"

Ji Zuodao slowly, very slowly, lowered his head and looked at Qi Qi.

Looking into the little girl's pure and adoring eyes, he suddenly felt... his neck didn't hurt so much anymore, and a strange, satisfying sense of accomplishment even welled up inside him.

It was worth it! All that suffering in my throat wasn't for nothing!

However, this "heartwarming" and "inspirational" scene was viewed in a completely different light by another bystander in the room.

"Woof...Ptooey!"

Doggy had woken up at some point and was looking at Ji Zuodao with an extremely disdainful gaze, as if he had seen something dirty.

It even raised one front paw, disdainfully blocking its own eyes, and made a muffled, human-like growl from its throat:

"Who taught him this deadly style?"

"Trying to save face when you're not, suffering for the sake of saving face..."

"Tsk, I can't bear to look."

After swallowing the spirit pill, the expected churning in the stomach and intestines did not occur.

The pink orb of light seemed to possess a spirit; as soon as it passed the throat, the spiritual sea within the body stirred, and the orb of light was actively drawn inside.

"Hey! It works!"

Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up instantly.

This suffering was worthwhile!

My master was right.

He subconsciously looked towards the bedside and met Qiqi's pale purple eyes, which were still filled with pure adoration.

The little girl seemed to still be savoring his feat of "swallowing the ball whole," and her eyes lit up even more when she saw him looking over.

"Brother..." she said softly and confidently again, "Amazing."

That look in their eyes is more invigorating than any magic pill!

Ji Zuodao suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit rush to his head.

With a flick of his sleeve and a stretch of his hand—

He imitated the mannerisms of heroes in operas, waving his hand to point to the remaining twenty or so spirit palace orbs on the bedside table, and said to Qi Qi in a deliberately suppressed, heroic tone:

"Qiqi, come here! Put the ball on your brother!"

As luck would have it, at that very moment, the faint sound of a television from the next dormitory came through the wall.

The game was playing the classic old version of "Water Margin," and the volume was quite loud. It happened to be playing the scene after "Jingyanggang," specifically the part where Wu Song was in the inn.

From the television, the actor playing Wu Song's rough, powerful voice pierced through the walls, each word clear:

"Waiter! Bring me some wine! Fill my cup to the brim!"

"Thump! Thump thump!"

The background music was powerful and energetic.

Ji Zuo said: "!!!"

This background music came at just the right time!

His outstretched hand trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement!

The atmosphere, the lines, the passion!

This is truly a godsend!

He took the second spirit palace that Qiqi obediently handed over.

The soundtrack of Wu Song drinking heartily fills my ears, while the image of my younger sister admiringly offering me "wine" appears before my eyes...

Ji Zuodao felt a surge of youthful exuberance, passion, and an overwhelming sense of "I'm awesome!" rushing straight to the top of his head!

What is difficulty swallowing? What is chewing slowly?

nonexistent!

If Wu Song could drink three bowls of wine before crossing the hill, why can't I, Ji Zuodao, "drink it all in one gulp" when our feelings run deep?

"Alright! Qiqi, fill it up! Watch your brother!"

He imitated that boldness and brought the second spirit palace to his lips.

Then, amidst Qiqi's increasingly bright eyes and the cheering "thump thump" from next door, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back—

"Gulp!"

The second Linggong was swallowed.

The familiar feeling of being pulled in, merging into the sea of ​​blood.

Cool!

"Again!"

Seeing that he was "drinking" with great gusto, Qiqi's face flushed slightly with excitement, and she moved even more nimbly, picking up another spirit palace and handing it over.

Ji Zuodao accepted all offers without hesitation, and then became "bored".

For a moment, the room seemed to be filled with a silent "brotherly drinking session".

Qiqi is the waiter, diligently serving "wine".

Ji Zuodao was a lavish man who "drank" the sea like a whale.

One handed it over carefully, the other swallowed it with gusto.

The dog had completely buried its head under its paws, its tail drooping limply, pretending to be a dead dog.

I can't bear to look, I really can't bear to look.

This brat... his acting is getting more and more convincing!

If the neighbor plays "Water Margin," he'll add his own dramatic flair to "A Bite of Linggong"!

In this atmosphere of "guests and hosts enjoying themselves to the fullest" and "full of high spirits", Ji Zuodao became so excited that his eyes became a little dazed.

Qiqi is also an honest child. When her brother said to take the "ball", she took the "ball".

She couldn't distinguish which were the Spirit Palace Light Orbs and which were the Corrosive Gu King worm cocoons that Ji Zuo had accidentally poured out and mixed with the Spirit Palace Light Orbs.

They're all round and plump anyway.

So, when Ji Zuodao reached out again...

Qiqi's little hands cradled a cool, sticky cocoon, still slightly contracting and expanding, carefully and precisely...

It was stuffed into Ji Zuodao's hand.