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

Wang Xuan heard various sounds coming from both inside and outside.

"The Donghai Kingdom is merely the grandson of the Dongxia United Kingdom."

"Without the Eastern Xia Federation, they wouldn't even have their own written language."

"Yes, yes, yes, if it weren't for the people from our country who failed in the internal competition and went to their country, they would still be tribes now."

Wang Xuan frowned slightly upon hearing this, but showed no surprise.

When Wang Xuan was young, he studied in the Eastern Xia Federation. After several years of study abroad, he had only one impression of him: arrogance.

The Eastern Xia Federation is filled with unparalleled arrogance.

The people firmly believe that their country is a mountaintop nation, with the world's best culture, history, national strength, and technology, while other countries are considered intellectually weak and barbaric, even though most of these people at the bottom don't even know what's outside their own streets.

The top leadership looks down on other countries, and speaks of the surrounding small countries with contempt.

The reason is that in several small countries with populations of several million, many of the presidential candidates during their presidential elections were employees of certain large capitalist companies in the Eastern United States.

In other larger countries, the Eastern United States dares to declare which president is incompetent and which prime minister is undemocratic, demanding their replacement.

This long-arm jurisdiction has reached the point where it can identify and criticize the political leaders of other countries, which makes people feel its exaggerated arrogance. What's most fatal is that the federal government of the Eastern Xia United States does not think this attitude is arrogant.

As a relatively strong country near the Eastern Xia Federation with its own industrial system, the Eastern Sea Kingdom was barely considered a person in the eyes of the Eastern Xia Federation, but it was nothing more than a grandson.

A grandson who stole the culture of the Eastern Xia Federation, which is how the sages of the Eastern Xia Federation became independent and powerful.

Therefore, the grandson could never compare to the father, so the Donghai Kingdom was just a junior brother.

This is nothing more than a small television station in the Eastern Xia United Kingdom. It doesn't say anything openly, but it looks down on even the young master of a powerful clan in the Eastern Sea Kingdom.

The petite and adorable reporter continued her inquiry.

"Mr. Wang, have you encountered anything surprising since you came to our country?"

Upon hearing this, all the photographers and reporters around them showed expressions of pride, waiting for Wang Xuan to praise them.

Wang Xuan couldn't help but laugh.

There's a joke in the East Sea Kingdom: a traveler in his fifties from the East Sea Kingdom went to a famous beach in the East Xia United Kingdom for tourism. As soon as he got off the bus, local reporters surrounded him. One of the reporters asked a question with an extremely proud attitude, expecting praise.

"Dear passengers, can you smell the fragrant scent of freedom that fills the air?"

The citizens of the East Sea Kingdom glanced around and then spoke.

"It's pitiful that such a dilapidated and small airport can still be used."

There's a saying in this world about the advantage of being a latecomer. It means that if you are an emerging economy and develop later than some established economies, your infrastructure will definitely be better than those established economies. This is because the infrastructure concepts and technologies of the new era are certainly better than those of the past, and the costs are also lower, making it easier to build all kinds of high-rise buildings.

As for the so-called historical heritage, that lies in the palaces and various gardens and pavilions, not in the streets full of potholes, the subways without Wi-Fi and leaking, the bridges covered in rust and marked with danger signs.

The Eastern Xia United States is a country whose infrastructure has not been updated for nearly a century, and whose various infrastructures are so bad that the National Infrastructure Bureau urges the federal government to repair them every year.

This country, for some inexplicable reason, has a sense of pride, believing that its country is beautiful and wonderful, and that others who come to visit will definitely like it.

In response, Wang Xuan replied with a sarcastic remark.

"I heard that your country's subway only got Wi-Fi a year ago?"

The reporter nodded.

Wang Xuan continued.

"In our country, we had subways with Wi-Fi ten years ago."

The reporter looked rather unwell.

how to say?

The infrastructure in Zhongzhou City is so bad that when a resident goes abroad and discovers that a ten-year-old elevator can cancel the original floor selection by pressing a button again, they will exclaim that it is a cutting-edge technology.

The reason for all this is that infrastructure is controlled by private enterprises, coupled with the government's lack of funds to upgrade infrastructure.

The petite and adorable reporter hesitated.

"Well, that's different, Mr. Wang. When you came to our country, didn't you feel the rich cultural atmosphere? Don't you know that the most beautiful scenery is people?"

Wang Xuan interrupted.

"Where there is nothing, there is a sense of human presence."

If you have infrastructure, skyscrapers, and artistic wonders, then cultural atmosphere won't stand out.

The reporter's face darkened considerably.

Wang Xuan heard curses starting to come from the surrounding area.

"Damn it, this guy is a true barbarian from abroad, he doesn't even know what culture is."

"I heard that the Donghai Kingdom is a poor imitation of our national culture. I didn't expect that they would imitate it so badly that they don't even understand the essence of our culture. What a laughable nouveau riche."

"He went out into the streets and saw the graffiti on the walls, the city bricks that had stood for who knows how many years—every single one of them was history, every single one of them was older than their country's culture..."

"That's why this guy doesn't understand our country's rich history..."

Contemptuous laughter and disdainful chatter mingled outside. This wasn't Wang Xuan's first time visiting the Eastern Xia Federation, but every time he came, he would hear people jump up and down, saying that Wang Xuan didn't understand culture or inner meaning, and that he was indeed a barbarian from abroad.

From top to bottom, the Eastern Xia United Kingdom is so arrogant that it can no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood.

The reporter asked a few more questions, and Wang Xuan casually made a few sarcastic remarks. The interview naturally ended unhappily. The reporter left, and Wang Xuan took the elevator back to his presidential suite.

Inside the suite, Dou Xingjun was still there, and the old man was even stuffing a banana into his mouth.

Wang Xuan walked up to Zhongdou Xingjun and said calmly.

"I am angry."

Zhongdou Xingjun mumbled incoherently.

"Of course. The Eastern Xia United States has been number one in the world for a hundred years. In the past, they always had the final say. Now they hold their heads so high that their chins are almost as high as their foreheads. Unless you are God, no one can see you."

Wang Xuan added a sentence.

"Therefore, such countries need education."

Zhongdou Xingjun's lips curled into a smile.

"Yes, such an arrogant young lady who looks down on everyone should be taught a lesson until she realizes that she is nothing more than a weak female who needs to depend on men."

Wang Xuan extended the hand he had long ago toward Zhongdou Xingjun.

"Very well, the Wang family of Donghai is willing to cooperate with Mr. Wei."

Zhongdou Xingjun nodded in satisfaction.

Cooperation was inevitable, but he didn't expect Wang Xuan to be so easily moved by him.

Chapter Eighteen Heretical Thunder Techniques

At the entrance of Wutong Hotel.

A taxi pulled up to a flower bed, opened the door, and Mo Yu, the gibbon-like figure dressed in a tight-fitting short-sleeved outfit, stepped out of the car.

Among the four mischievous monkeys, the one with the most fighting talent stretched its body in front of the taxi, making a cracking sound from its bones and muscles.

Like a small firecracker.

The taxi driver, who was driving the car, glanced at the gibbon and then at the Wutong Hotel, and couldn't help but look gloomy.

Students from the schools run by the four divine beasts have recently arrived in Zhongzhou City, and these nearly 10,000 awakened individuals have filled all the hotels in Zhongzhou City, from mid-range to high-end.

The Wutong Hotel is a hotel filled with awakened students, and since the Long-Armed Ape was able to come here, it is highly likely that it is an awakened one.

Ordinary people don't like awakened individuals, so the taxi driver turned around and drove away.

After stretching its joints a few times and feeling its body begin to warm up slightly, the gibbon walked toward the Wutong Hotel with a sinister grin on its face.

Because of the large number of awakened individuals staying at the Wutong Hotel, it has been the subject of numerous interviews by reporters and self-media personalities both inside and outside the area, who are trying to get some sensational news from the students of the Suzaku Academy.

When the gibbon approached the hotel entrance, there were more than a dozen reporters gathered there. Among them was a second-year female student from the Vermilion Bird Academy.

This second-year student has pure and beautiful features, and her whole body exudes a delicate and alluring charm, making people want to tease her. It is also because of her excellent appearance that a large number of reporters surrounded her and asked her all sorts of questions.

The gibbon glanced at the little girl, a contemptuous smile playing on its lips, before pushing its way through the throng of reporters and entering the hotel lobby.

There were even more reporters in the hall. Many students from the Vermilion Bird Academy were surrounded and interviewed. A few reporters who had a moment to spare glanced around and spotted the incredibly strong, inhuman gibbon. One of the female reporters approached them.

"This, um, sir, you are Suzaku Gakuen..."

The gibbon shoved the female reporter aside, then inhaled and shouted.

"Where is Zhou Yan?!"

This sound, like a sudden clap of thunder in spring, drowned out all other sounds in the hall.

The reporters who were conducting the interview all turned their attention to the Long-Armed Ape, who grinned maliciously.

"Zhou Yan, the fact that you bullied students from our First Academy has been exposed! Come out here and get beaten up!"

All the reporters' eyes lit up; this was huge news!

"Wait a moment……"

After another loud shout, Lin Lei walked out from the group of reporters.

Lin Lei looked at the Long-Armed Ape with considerable apprehension. He had participated in the Four Schools Competition last year and knew that the Long-Armed Ape had used its fists to defeat the top fighters of the four schools and won the championship several times in a row.

“I don’t know about Zhou Yan’s situation, but we can sit down…”

The gibbon raised its hand, and before anyone could see what it did, a huge explosion erupted on Lin Lei's side. The demigod of the Dragon's Nine Sons bloodline didn't even have time to resist before he was sent flying through the glass wall of the hall like a meteor.

The gibbon laughed loudly; he hadn't come here to have a proper conversation.

What kind of person suffers and then seeks out others to talk things out, resolves the issue, and agrees to compensation?

Of course, the proper approach is to vent your anger first, make the other side suffer, and then have them come to beg for peace and discuss right and wrong.

At worst, I can just apologize later.

I admit I was wrong, but I need to vent my anger first!

"Don't speak!"

A demigod of the Huodou bloodline stepped forward and roared.

"You did this..."

Before he could finish speaking, another explosion occurred from the man's body. No one saw how the Long-Armed Ape made his move, but the students from the Vermilion Bird Academy who had come out were sent flying out of the hall and into the outside world after the explosion.

The students from the surrounding Suzaku Academy were all shocked, and one of them, who had participated in the Four Schools Competition, shouted.

"This person is Mo Yu, the top student from the First Academy and the champion of the previous two competitions."

The sound of gasping continued, and the students of the nearby Vermilion Bird Academy retreated, looking at the Long-Armed Ape with fear.

The gibbon seemed to revel in the apprehension and fear of the students around it.

That's the kind of fear we need, that's the kind of dread we need. We're young and full of passion, so why should we back down when things get tough and lose our nerve when we see people?

The gibbon roared with great bravado.

"Where's Zhou Yan? Come out here and get yourself beaten up!"

This time, his shout was like a sudden clap of thunder in spring. However, compared to the first time the Long-Armed Ape had yelled at them, everyone around knew that he was the former number one student in the four schools, so they all took a step back. The other reporters were also trembling all over from the Long-Armed Ape's shouts and dared not go up to interview him.

"Ding dong..."

The elevator in the corner of the lobby landed and opened, and a man wearing glasses and a neat suit walked out. As soon as he came out, he spoke.

"Mo Yu, I am the Dean of Students at Suzaku Academy. You can speak to me..."

The gibbon turned its head and raised its hand.

Ten meters away, the head of discipline from the Vermilion Bird Academy, who had just come down, was suddenly blasted apart by a loud "bang" as his upper body exploded like water.

The discipline master's shocked and angry voice instantly filled the entire hall.

"you wanna die!"

"Crash..."

The remaining half of the discipline director's trousers was immediately soaked, and then turned into boundless water that spread outwards. This discipline director was also a demigod, whose bloodline was Shengyu, a strange beast that would cause great floods whenever it appeared.

In terms of bloodline supernatural powers, the discipline director is no match for the red-bottomed macaque, Xiang Liu, whose bloodline has stronger water-based supernatural powers, but his awakening level is high.

Red-bottomed macaques need to hydrate themselves in advance to achieve physical immunity, while the training director does not need any prior preparation and can even hydrate his body by deliberately using it.