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

"Oppose blasphemous laws! Divine authority is supreme!"

"Oppose blasphemous laws! Divine authority is supreme!"

"Oppose blasphemous laws! Divine authority is supreme!"

Zhou Yan and Han Yun turned their heads at the same time. They saw a procession of thousands of people marching towards the end of the street outside the amusement park. Zhou Yan could tell that most of the demonstrators were disaster victims who had protested yesterday for jobs and housing. However, the people who had asked for simple things yesterday were now holding signs with images of the Celestial Venerable Mi Luo and holding bright red banners, shouting "Oppose blasphemous laws! Divine authority is supreme!"

Han Yun frowned.

"Indiana is really jumping around."

Zhou Yan asked Han Yun.

"Isn't the federal government going to do anything about it?"

Han Yun said nonchalantly.

"The fact that the federal government dared to abandon martial law shows that it has already considered these scenarios."

Zhou Yan nodded without speaking. Demonstrations are very common in the Eastern United States, so common that they have given rise to street politicians and social activists. These guys gain benefits by organizing demonstrations to unite people's hearts and minds, and even become city councilors and state councilors.

In the past, this march of a thousand people was just an insignificant expression of public opinion. Now, the federal government probably thinks it's not much different, so even though it knows that relaxing martial law will lead to various protests, it can't be bothered to care.

A procession of a thousand people stretched from one end of the street to the other.

Zhou Yan and Han Yun turned back to keep an eye on Lin Anru, but this time they didn't last ten minutes before a loud shout came from behind them.

"We cannot live without an emperor!"

"God doesn't like the president..."

Zhou Yan and Han Yun turned their heads and saw a new procession, with people carrying signs and banners marching from one end of the street to the other.

Han Yun stammered.

"It seems that those Taisho remnants in Xiluozhou haven't given up hope of restoring their country."

Zhou Yan chuckled.

Zhou Yan really didn't want to say it, but Zhao Wenhe had already been defeated by his side, so what could this group of Taisho remnants, who only had a few demigods, possibly do?

This parade marched from one end of the street to the other, attracting many people to take photos and conduct interviews. Zhou Yan also saw a television reporter arrive and interview the leader of the parade on the spot.

The leader spoke arrogantly.

"Ancient emperors were called Sons of Heaven. What is a Son of Heaven? He is the leader of mankind recognized by Heaven. The reason why the Eastern Xia United Kingdom is suffering such a great disaster is because it is missing a Son of Heaven!"

I apologize, but the great plague is due to the presence of a female emperor.

Zhou Yan withdrew his gaze and spoke sincerely to Han Yun.

“All sorts of monsters and demons have suddenly appeared.”

Han Yun laughed a few times, but his face darkened again.

"Sometimes I'm really scared. What would happen to our country if one of the Four Divine Beasts thought the Indian charlatans and the old fogies of Western Roma were right and supported them?"

Zhou Yan countered with a question.

"Why support these guys? Democracy is freedom. If you govern by religion, you have multiple bishops; if you govern by monarchy, you have multiple emperors. You're just being a jerk and putting shackles on yourself."

Han Yun said with a sigh.

Do you know Murphy's Law?

Zhou Yan fell silent.

Murphy's Law states that if something can go wrong, it will, no matter how small the chance.

Time passed from morning to noon, and then from noon to afternoon. After a whole day, Lin'an walked out of the amusement park safely.

Zhou Yan and Han Yun waited for Lin Anru to return to the Wutong Hotel before going back to the hotel to rest.

Chapter Fourteen Reputation

When Zhou Yan returned to the Wutong Hotel, it was already dark. He grabbed a quick bite at the buffet restaurant and then went back to his deluxe suite.

There were only two little creatures in the suite: a Siamese pheasant sleeping on the sofa and a nine-colored deer drinking water in the bathroom.

Zhou Yan looked it over, then went to the bathroom and asked the Nine-Colored Deer.

"Where is Xiao Wan?"

The Nine-Colored Deer turned its head toward Zhou Yan.

"Xiao Wan went to bring food to a friend."

……

Ten kilometers away.

Su Xiaowan, carrying a backpack, walked out of the outermost street of Zhongzhou City and arrived at the outskirts of Zhongzhou City.

This suburb is usually deserted, but in the past few months, it has been filled with tents and bungalows, with more than 100,000 people living in this temporary disaster relief area.

Since they are all citizens of the same country, the federal government has been providing money and food to these disaster victims, and the care has been relatively reasonable. However, as places like Zhongzhou City have gradually reopened recently, military control near Zhongzhou City has been relaxed, and various disturbances have begun to occur in the disaster victim areas.

When Su Xiaowan arrived at a slum, she saw a large leather car painted with the image of the Celestial Venerable Mi Luo pass through the military-controlled gate of the disaster area and drive into it.

Su Xiaowan glanced at the large pickup truck, then ran to a nearby tent. A beautiful young woman came out of the tent, and Su Xiaowan tossed a piece of bread to her. She then ran to other nearby tents and distributed bread to different disaster victims.

Su Xiaowan didn't bring much food. She only had a dozen or so loaves of bread before running out of supplies. She could only run to a few nearby tents to see if there were any sick people. If there were, she would breathe a breath of auspicious air on them. When she got tired of breathing, she would find a quiet and clean place to lie down and rest.

Not long after the rest, loudspeakers throughout the disaster area blared out.

"The priests of the Miro religion have come to deliver food and water. Everyone come and receive them in an orderly manner."

"The priests of the Miro religion have come to deliver food and water. Everyone come and receive them in an orderly manner."

"The priests of the Miro religion have come to deliver food and water. Everyone come and receive them in an orderly manner."

With a whoosh, tens of thousands of people rushed out of the tents and prefab houses, all surging towards the entrance.

Su Xiaowan found a high spot and stretched out her little fox neck to look towards the entrance of the disaster relief area.

At the entrance was the large pickup truck with the image of the Celestial Venerable Miluo painted on it, which we had seen before. Five priests dressed in Miluo religious robes were standing around the pickup truck, and they were shouting to the people who were gathering around.

"Sit down, all of you. Only those who have heard the sermon may receive food and water."

The people who gathered around sat down, but their eyes were all fixed on the hundreds of boxes of bread and bottled water on the pickup truck.

The federal government treats these disaster victims as its own, providing them with a good amount of food every day. However, many of the disaster victims are thugs who commit crimes and dominate their areas. As a result, many people share their food with the local thugs, leaving most of them hungry.

Beside a large pickup truck, a white-haired and dignified-looking pastor cleared his throat and spoke loudly.

"This epidemic is God's punishment for mortals!"

"The people of today are crazy, blasphemous, and disrespectful to the gods. You indulge in homosexuality, indulge in debauchery, and lower your moral standards to the extreme. God couldn't stand it anymore, so He decided to send another disaster to let us mortals experience the consequences of blasphemy."

The pastor opened his arms as if to embrace the disaster victims in front of him.

"Therefore! In order to prevent God from sending down disasters and tormenting our relatives, friends and ourselves, we must wholeheartedly believe in the Celestial Venerable Mi Luo and also make the government write respect for deities into the constitution!"

The pastor scanned the crowd below, who all seemed preoccupied. Their minds were on his bread and water; who cared what he was saying?

The pastor glanced at several church members who had already established relationships with him.

A ruddy-faced disaster victim stood up and shouted.

“Master, I understand now. Our current social system is flawed. There are limits to how we can maintain society through human effort. Only by relying on a great and omnipotent deity can we ensure a better future for society!”

The disaster victim then went to see several other church members.

These fellow believers also stood up and echoed their sentiments.

"To prevent such disasters from happening again in the future, we must enshrine respect for the divine in the constitution!"

"I agree, I agree!"

The other church members clapped enthusiastically, and the surrounding crowd, hearing others clapping, joined in.

The pastor standing at the front nodded in satisfaction.

As the applause subsided, the pastor looked at a family of three who had received cold medicine the day before and asked them in a condescending manner.

"Did the elixir I gave you yesterday cure your illness?"

The others looked at the family of three.

None of the four mythical beasts are used for making medicine. As a result, after the unrest in other states, the production of various medicines dropped drastically, and in some areas, the price of medicines became equivalent to that of gold.

Indiana has long been a major producer of counterfeit drugs in the country. Local legislation even prioritizes human life over patents, allowing the disregard of pharmaceutical patents in the pursuit of saving lives. The state government directly endorses counterfeit drugs.

It is also due to this traditional environment that only Indiana in the entire Eastern United States still has a stable production of medicines.

When the Su family came to Zhongzhou City this time, they brought a large quantity of various medicines disguised as elixirs, intending to use these "elixirs" to deceive a group of people.

The father of the family of three looked embarrassed, while the mother chuckled awkwardly.

"Yes, it's already healed."

The pastor raised his chin, about to say that his elixir was given by a god and that as long as one believed in the god, one could have as much of these things as one wanted, when his young daughter, who was being held by her mother, spoke up.

"Wasn't my illness cured by the little fox fairy? Mom, you wouldn't let me take that medicine."

The pastor frowned.

As soon as the child spoke, the other children nearby started shouting.

"Yes, the little fox fairy cured all our illnesses."

"The little fox fairy even gave me bread to eat, that was so kind."

"Is this so-called Mi Luo Immortal more powerful than the Little Fox Fairy?"

When the child said that, many adults also had complicated expressions.

Su Xiaowan would come to the disaster area every few days. Giving bread was secondary; the important thing was that whenever Su Xiaowan saw someone sick, she would go up and blow her auspicious breath on them, and the illness would be cured instantly. Because she performed so many miraculous healings, legends of a little fox spirit in the camp spread in many places.

"A fox spirit?! What fox spirit?"

The pastor, standing in front of the crowd, looked at his secretly recruited downlines.

He logged off and stood up.

"It's a fox that often comes to bring food and rescue people. It's said that it can cure people's illnesses just by blowing on them."

The pastor's eyes lit up. Food and rescue?

fox?

They must be awakened beings.

The pastor's expression changed, and he said solemnly.

"This is a monster!"

The pastor shouted.

"This little fox spirit is definitely a monster with ill intentions."

The families who had received the little fox fairy's favor all had strange expressions. What era are we living in? Do they still think it's a hundred years ago when people were not yet enlightened?

Now that awakened beings are appearing openly before the public, the little fox fairy is probably an awakened being in the form of a fox.

They're calling people monsters; they're treating people like idiots.

Seeing the expressions on the faces of these family members, the pastor said in a cold voice.

"Don't disbelieve me. People in this world aren't like us, who believe in the Heavenly Venerable of Miro and take it upon ourselves to save all living beings. If others are willing to save you, they must have ulterior motives."

"Never mind, you don't understand now, but you'll know I'm right later."

The pastor stopped there and instead told his disciples to bring out bread and bottled water and distribute them to the disaster victims.

The disaster victims lined up and took bread and bottled water one by one in order. The family that had mentioned the little fox spirit healing them also came over with their heads down to receive relief. The pastor smiled and gave it to them, without showing any of the previous resentment.

The supplies were quickly distributed, and when the disaster victims realized they had nothing left, they left.

Only the priest's previously recruited downlines came up, and the priest gave them money, medicine, and food while speaking.

"I want this little fox spirit to become a vengeful ghost that everyone avoids."

The offline person looked struggled.

The pastor whispered.