After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Wenquxing tossed the "Exhortation to Learning" into the sky and shook his head as he spoke.

"There is a golden house in books."

The God of Literature shone with golden light, and gold bricks piled up, forming a golden house with an open door that enveloped him.

Wenquxing recited.

"There are beauties in books."

Behind the God of Literature, a group of beautiful women with delicate eyebrows, dressed in Hanfu, came out carrying oil lamps and stood on both sides.

As soon as these beauties appeared, the dim oil lamps blazed up, dispelling the darkness that had enveloped the entire Dawu Mountain.

Wenquxing sang again.

"There is a path to heaven in books."

The "Exhortation to Learning" scroll above Wenquxing's head flipped with a rustling sound, and countless words fell from it, landing in front of Wenquxing. These words crawled and spread out on the steps of Dawu Mountain from the foot to the top.

Wenquxing straightened his clothes and stepped onto the Heavenly Road, which was paved with splendid articles.

The beautiful ladies holding lanterns on both sides followed, and the dim light of the oil lamps enveloped Wenquxing, allowing him to ascend the steps of Mount Dawu as if surrounded by stars.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, from the mountainside to the summit, and when we reached the Daigo Palace at the summit, a sudden "Eh!" rang out, slightly disturbing the night on Daigo Mountain.

Wenquxing stopped, and before he could wait long, a woman emerged from behind the gate of Dawu Palace. She stood with her hands behind her back, and though her face was not visible, she felt as heavy as Mount Tai. Even the light from the oil lamp made him involuntarily step back.

The woman slowly walked out of the Great Palace and appeared in front of Wenquxing.

Wenquxing's expression shifted slightly.

The woman who emerged was as beautiful as Xi Shi, but her heroic spirit was perhaps even greater than that of Mu Guiying—or rather, it shouldn't be called heroic spirit.

Rather, it possesses the aura of a dragon, the aura of nobility, and the aura of an emperor.

Wenquxing spoke first.

"Zhao Wenhe?"

Zhao Wenhe, who had just come out, stopped and looked at the last empress with amusement.

"How do you recognize me, old sir?"

Zhao Wenhe smiled again.

"I understand. The old gentleman has come to serve me and become a loyal subject who will follow me into power."

Wenquxing: "..."

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Martial Arts Master

Changhe University, School of Humanities.

"Boom..."

A girl running ahead had a mass of flesh and blood explode in her chest. She stopped, landed, and blood gushed out from beneath her.

Around the girl, many young people screamed in fear.

A young man with black hair and blue eyes turned around and shouted at the school security guard who had fired the shot.

"What are you doing?"

The security guard, holding a pistol, said with a ferocious expression.

"We're all going to die! We're all going to die! The government has abandoned us! Everyone's going to die! Hahaha, you bastards!"

The security guard gripped his pistol tightly.

Do you know how much I hate you?

"Why are we all human? You sit in classrooms, receiving the highest level of education every day, destined to become superior beings! And we have to sit in the security guard room, watching how you privileged kids manage to sit on our heads every day!"

The security guard pointed his gun at the nearest female student. This student was from a wealthy family and had excellent grades. Every time she walked past the security guard, although she didn't say anything, he could always see the contempt in her eyes.

In the past, security guards would tolerate it, but now, in an environment where the government has lost its power, and the army and police have either retreated or died, the rule of law and morality have become a joke.

The finger was on the trigger, but just before it was pressed, the security guard suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, his eyes widened, and he quickly collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

"Run! Run! Run!"

The black-haired, blue-eyed male student who had just spoken led several of his classmates into the nearest teaching building, then to the nearest office. Not long after they entered, the first girl to go in screamed.

The black-haired, blue-eyed male student followed him in and saw the bodies of five teachers lying on the ground, clutching their hearts and their faces contorted in pain.

Of course, the black-haired, blue-eyed boy had seen this scene countless times in the past few days, and he simply said in a deep voice.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Zhang, go and close the curtains. Lao Zhao, let's push the office cabinet to the door."

The two went to draw the curtains, while the male student and Lao Zhao carried the table and office cabinet to the front and back doors.

After everything was done, the group sat down at the desk to rest.

The petite girl took out her phone, and when she saw that there were zero bars of signal on the screen, she sniffled and cried.

"Are we going to die? Are we going to die?"

A week ago, the federal government announced strict military control across the country. This announcement shocked the nation. Apart from the states under the effective control of the federal government, legislators and wealthy individuals in other states came out to oppose it, and many state-owned National Guard troops also went on strike in protest.

Before the protests had lasted more than a few days, a massive wave of deaths began to sweep through numerous cities, with millions dying inexplicably. Then a group of conspiracy theorists emerged, claiming that the government was researching weapons of mass destruction, that an evil god had been born to kill people, and that some people were going door-to-door distributing cult leaflets.

The federal government's initial internet controls minimized this apocalyptic propaganda, but some unregulated news media and anti-government organizations that had been waiting for the government to run into trouble still affected a considerable number of areas.

The most subtle point is that the federal government did not step forward at this time to say that these were all family matters and that everyone should calm down. In fact, when people started dying in local state and city governments, and none of them survived sudden cardiac arrest, tentative crimes began.

When tentative crimes are not adequately punished, the evil in people's hearts begins to surface.

In society, schools, communities—anywhere people exist—conflicts are ignited, and living people are consumed by desire.

A hand was placed on the shoulder of the crying girl, and her classmate, Lao Zhao, said in a low voice.

"No, the federal government will..."

Old Zhao's face suddenly turned blood red, and he clutched his heart with one hand.

Everyone immediately moved away from Lao Zhao, who collapsed to the ground, twitched for a while, and then stopped moving.

Those present had witnessed this scene countless times; their teachers, classmates, and other strangers had all died from this illness in the past few days.

A few seconds later, another boy, Xiao Wu, turned his head and looked at the crying girl and said...

"I... I've always liked you. If I die like this too, please remember that there's a guy who wants to be your boyfriend."

……

Xinxiang City.

Basement in an affluent neighborhood.

A bodyguard pushed aside the body of Dongyue Cheng's son, who had suffered cardiac arrest, and pulled Dongyue Cheng, whose face was ashen and who looked no different from a dead man, out of the corpse.

The bodyguard sighed.

"Sir, the world has changed..."

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed above the basement. Half a day earlier, the security forces of the wealthy district were unable to withstand the attack of the mob outside, and the wealthy district where Dong Yuecheng lived was scattered. Dong Yuecheng took his family to the basement for refuge, but not long after they took refuge, one of Dong Yuecheng's sons collapsed, clutching his heart.

The basement couldn't protect this tycoon; in the face of the meme virus, all are equal.

……

A villa in Dayan City, Dashan Prefecture.

Xu Ruheng was dragged out of his bedroom by a group of rioters. The rioters pulled Xu Ruheng to the street outside the villa and shouted at the civilians on the street who were holding various weapons and covered in blood.

"Look everyone, this is Xu Banzhou, who used to stand above us and exploit us for every ounce of our strength!"

Countless gazes converged on him. In Xu Ruheng's trembling eyes, his family members—his wife, son, daughter, and granddaughter—were pulled out one by one and knelt before him.

The rioters who had dragged Xu Ruheng out earlier pulled out pistols and walked towards Xu Ruheng's wife.

Xu Ruheng shouted.

"No, I can give you money!"

The armed mob laughed loudly.

"Money? Because of the stocks you manipulated, I lost my house, my wife committed suicide, and my daughter was burdened with debt and had to sell herself..."

The surrounding mob had bloodshot eyes.

They all had similar experiences of being robbed by Xu Ruheng through trickery and coercion, so when society lost order, their first thought was to seek revenge.

The mob, having received the money, placed the gun in front of Xu Ruheng's wife.

"Oh!"

Blood bloomed on his wife's face, and she collapsed to the ground in despair.

The rest of Xu Ruheng's relatives began to tremble.

The mob grinned and moved on to the next person, wanting to show this capitalist grandfather what it felt like to lose a relative.

far away.

Lin Daoru stood there, waiting for the right moment to go out and rescue the people.

……

Presidential Office, Zhongzhou City.

The current president sits behind his desk as his aide reads a report.

"Your Excellency, there are currently fifteen states in our country experiencing mild chaos, eight states experiencing severe chaos, and more than 300 cities with over 100 million people living in disorder. According to the Ministry of Defense's estimates, the death toll today will exceed five million, most of which are caused by social disorder. Moreover, it appears that the disorder and chaos will only worsen in the future."

The president sighed.

"Continue to reduce resources and military strength, at least to ensure that our state does not descend into chaos."

The assistant nodded.

"understood."

The assistant left the president's office, and the president leaned back in his chair, muttering to himself.

"How about I sign a surrender document?"

"We surrender. You can ask for as much land and resources as you want, just don't kill anyone."

……

Penglai, the summit of Mount Dawu.

Zhao Wenhe stood with his hands behind his back. The night wind blew against this peerless beauty, lifting the hem of her clothes and strands of her hair, making her look like a god descending to earth.

And this divine being spoke to Wenquxing from a high and mighty position.

"Judging from your demeanor, you are no ordinary person. I never expected that as soon as I was born, Bai Ze would send me a letter, auspicious beasts would appear, and talented people would come to my door."

Zhao Wenhe laughed with great poise.

"The mandate of heaven is in my hands, the mandate of heaven is in my hands, the revival of Taisho is in sight."

Zhao Wenhe's laughter quickly stopped. He turned his head and looked at the vast forests outside Dawu Mountain. Wenquxing followed the empress's turn. Since he didn't know the exact location of the empress's view, Wenquxing only saw a series of undulating mountains.

But soon, figures carrying light emerged from these mountains and forests.

These luminous figures are not demons or monsters, but rather awakened individuals who came to Penglai to hunt for treasures. However, due to a sudden change in the timing of Penglai's appearance and disappearance, they were trapped in Penglai.

Wenquxing scanned them all and found that none of them were very strong; the strongest was only a demon-level being.

Zhao Wenhe pointed down the mountain to the Wenquxing (a star associated with literature and scholarship).

"My dear minister, come with me now."

Zhao Wenhe bypassed the Wenquxing (a star associated with literature and scholarship) and swaggered down the mountain.

Wenquxing hesitated for a few seconds, then decided to spend more time with the culprit to see if there was any way to backstab him.

However, this is unlikely. As a true god, Wenquxing is well aware that true gods with divine status possess a conceptual level of immortality.

Zhao Wenhe is very difficult to kill, extremely difficult to kill, almost impossible to kill.

The two descended Mount Dawu together. Outside Mount Dawu stood five Awakened Ones, among them Xu Hanyao, who had previously been on good terms with Wenquxing.

All the awakened ones watched Zhao Wenhe and Wenquxing approaching with wariness.