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

Has the Taoist master succeeded?

That's utterly worthless!

Ji Zuodao's beautiful dream was quickly shattered by reality, which poured a bucket of cold water on his heart.

Damn it! We don't have enough resources.

Ten million more?

It would be difficult for him to raise 10,000 of them.

The ideal is very rich, but the reality is... so skinny it could break your teeth.

Ji Zuodao realized he had been overly optimistic.

Do you really think that the matter is settled once the division is resolved?

Keep dreaming!

These little devils also need to "eat" every day, and they have very picky appetites.

They are not like those modern-day oxen and horses that are fooled by their bosses' empty promises and lose their bearings, who can work themselves to death just because of "promising future".

These are all real, daily calculations of "human food and horse feed" that we have to do every day as soon as we open our eyes!

For a day or two, Ji Zuodao could still hold on with the help of the Blood Sea Essence, grinning and saying, "I can afford to raise him, I can afford to raise him."

How about trying it for a month or two?

He'd probably have to resort to begging for food outside the 749 Bureau canteen, leaning on a dog-beating stick—and even then, he'd have to be begging from Deputy Director Liu, seeing if he'd get any leftovers.

Even though he had just plundered the Hehuan Sect and thought he was rich enough to hunt tigers in the mountains and capture dragons in the sea, he quickly revealed his predicament of "even a landlord's family has no surplus grain" in the face of this bottomless daily consumption.

Ji Zuodao, who had just been thinking of himself as incredibly wealthy and swaggering, was instantly brought back to reality.

Looking at the thirty little creatures circling merrily in his spiritual sea, each flap of their wings seeming to burn his spirit stones, he felt a familiar, heartbreaking sense of poverty envelop him once again.

And it also "transforms into billions, covering the sky and blocking out the sun"?

Ji Zuodao's fingers trembled as he roughly calculated the accounts in his mind.

To push the insect swarm to a level capable of causing a "natural disaster"...

Good heavens, even if you squeezed him dry, skin and bones, it wouldn't be enough to make a fraction of the profit.

Conservative estimates suggest that a massive blood sacrifice involving the entire population of a small to medium-sized country would be needed to fill this hole.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Ji Zuodao ruthlessly extinguished it, and cold sweat poured down his back.

This is not the way to seek death!

Especially after he personally witnessed the mushroom cloud rising over the Wang family manor.

Other countries may still emphasize "deterrence" and "bottom line," and play the game of strategic balance.

But this red country...

She'd actually dare to shove a mushroom bomb right in your face and ask you whether you want "Dongfeng" or "Zhenli".

Forget it, forget it, I can't afford to mess with them, I really can't afford to mess with them.

Ji Zuodao instantly deflated. The almost arrogant ambition that had risen because of the "primordial ferocious insect" was forcibly suppressed by reality and the even greater violence.

Ultimately, it was because his own cultivation was too shallow and his family's wealth too meager that he couldn't afford to raise such a gold-devouring and bloodthirsty "beast."

You have to walk one step at a time, eat one bite at a time, and people... you have to "eat" one by one too.

Stop dreaming of instant success and becoming a billionaire.

The right path is to cultivate diligently, to "eat people" honestly, to slowly accumulate wealth, and to gradually raise insects.

At least for now, the Bloodwing Black Mosquito seems to be more than capable of being a trump card for ambushing people at crucial moments or for special forces teams carrying out special missions, and it is extremely cost-effective.

Thinking of this, Ji Zuodao finally felt that the frustration he felt from his "shattered dream" had dissipated considerably.

He glanced at the thirty still bewildered little creatures in his spiritual sea, who were only focused on absorbing blood essence, and curled his lip.

"Alright, let's raise them for now. Later, when we fight, we'll only go for the fattest ones. One bite, we break even; two bites, we make a killing!"

"As for the billions of insects... wait until I, the Daoist, can punch and kick Dharma Forms and kick Divine Treasurys, and cultivate the Blood Sea into a true Nine Nether Blood Sea..."

"It's never too late to dream."

He shook his head, shaking off those unrealistic fantasies, and stretched out a big yawn.

Outside the window, the sky was already bright.

Seeing that it was almost time, Ji Zuodao grabbed Qiqi, who was still a little dazed from waking up, and took her to the bathroom to wash up.

Qiqi has a strong curiosity about all new things, especially the toothpaste that can be squeezed out to produce white paste and then rubbed with water to make your hands full of foam.

"Qiqi, you can't eat this, you have to spit it out."

Ji Zuodao squeezed out the toothpaste and demonstrated how to brush his teeth.

"Okay~"

Qiqi imitated him, putting the toothbrush in her mouth, and was quickly drawn to the increasing amount of foam in her mouth.

Her large, pale purple eyes widened in surprise as she stared at herself in the mirror, tiny bubbles still bubbling from the corners of her mouth.

Ji Zuodao found it amusing and casually took a towel to wipe her dry.

After washing up, Ji Zuodao put on an apron, slipped on his slippers, and strolled into the cramped kitchen.

Dog lay on the doormat by the kitchen door, peeked at him through one eyelid, and made a whimpering sound that was hard to understand.

Ah, the sun has risen in the west.

Normally, when I ask this kid to cook a meal, he makes all sorts of excuses, as if he wants me to rummage through the trash every time.

Ever since we picked up this little girl, he's become so diligent, it's like he's a completely different person.

Alright, I guess I'll get some benefit from this...

The thought hadn't even fully formed yet.

"Dinner's ready!"

The dog's ears twitched, and it jumped up, wagging its tail as it approached the small dining table, its bright eyes fixed on its food bowl.

Then, it froze.

In the dog bowl, a few pieces of fried pork chops lay forlornly.

Look at the color, those slightly hardened edges, damn it, it's leftovers from yesterday!

Beside her, on a small plate in front of Qiqi, were two delicate and adorable glutinous rice rolls, a sandwich with bacon and lettuce, and a cup of steaming milk.

Even more! There were two funny smiley faces on the glutinous rice rolls, dipped in ketchup!

Dog slowly, extremely slowly, raised his head and looked at Ji Zuodao, who was sitting opposite Qiqi, with only a leftover fried pork cutlet in front of him.

silence.

A deathly silence.

Then--

"Woof! Woof—!!"

A low growl, suppressed with extreme anger and seemingly squeezed from the depths of his throat, suddenly erupted!

Dog slammed its paw on the ground with a "thud," its eyes wide open, staring intently at Ji Zuodao, its fur practically standing on end.

"You brat! Aren't you being a little too blatantly hypocritical and utterly inhumane?! Huh?!"

"We're both 'treasures' in the family, so why does she get to eat a fresh, hot, lovingly prepared breakfast while I have to eat your leftover pork ribs?! And they're even cold!"

Ji Zuodao remained expressionless, slowly picking up the equally cold and hard pork chop in front of him, taking a bite, chewing with a crunching sound, and mumbling:

"What are you yelling about? Can't you see I'm eating this too? Don't you understand the importance of being thrifty and managing a household well?"

He swallowed the food in his mouth, lowered his voice, leaned closer to Dogman, and gave him a "I'll tell you a secret" look:

"Let me tell you a secret, there will soon be so many hungry mouths in the family, so we need to be careful, understand? It's a long-term investment!"

Doggy's ears perked up instantly. He looked Ji Zuodao up and down suspiciously, his nose twitching and his eyes sharp as knives.

"So many hungry babies? There are so many of them?"

Its dog eyes instantly filled with disbelief and shock, as well as a heart-wrenching sense of "you've finally gone down the path of crime."

"You, surnamed Ji! You...did you go out and do something bad, getting some vixen pregnant?! Dozens of them in one go?! Are you even human?! No, you're not even a human being to begin with!"

"Get out of here! What are you thinking!"

Ji Zuodao kicked it in annoyance, but Dog Master nimbly dodged it.

He lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously: "They're Bloodwing Black Mosquitoes! I raised them in my Spirit Sea! They're incredibly powerful! They just take up a lot of food..."

Upon hearing this, Dog's anger and shock vanished instantly, replaced by an expression of extreme contempt and "Do I look like an idiot to you?"

It chuckled, curled its lip, and leaned closer in the same mysterious tone, its eyes gleaming with mockery:

"Oh, a blood-winged black mosquito, impressive! Let me tell you a secret, I have a Buddha statue inside me, and it can even vomit it out to let off steam when it's bored. Want to see it?"

"Tch~"

Ji Zuodao responded with undisguised contempt.

Believe it or not.