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

As the young master of the Su family, which monopolizes one-third of Indiana and treats more than 200 million people like livestock, Su Bijun is not stingy with resources when it comes to talent. As a result, the vassals of the Su family are all extremely loyal to the Su family.

Zhou Yan responded from the other end of the phone.

"We'll talk about money later."

Su Bijun chuckled inwardly.

People who say "it's not about money" or "money isn't important" are actually most concerned about a few cents. But that's not surprising. Su Bijun had looked up Zhou Yan's information. He came from a commoner background and had risen to fame at the Vermilion Bird Academy, but he hadn't gained much benefit for himself.

It's perfectly normal for a poor scumbag like him to care about money.

Zhou Yan's voice continued.

"Let's set a time to meet tomorrow. I want to have a good talk with you."

Su Bijun could clearly hear that Zhou Yan was suppressing something when he said "let's chat," which made his voice sound a little weak.

Perhaps it was youthful arrogance, feeling ashamed to bow down for a little money.

"How about 8 pm tomorrow? There's a party going on in my neighborhood."

Su Bijun asked.

"Well, yes."

Zhou Yan responded.

“Okay, I will send over the invitation tomorrow, Mr. Zhou. I look forward to meeting you tomorrow.”

Su Bijun didn't know how much information Zhou Yan had about the Heavenly Emperor's Ritual, or how much connection he had with Ying Zhao. But as a demigod who currently had no easy way to obtain godhood, she had to try every possible route.

Maybe we'll succeed?

If successful, Su Bijun will become a true god, one of the most powerful figures in the country, and the Su family's status will naturally rise accordingly.

Zhou Yan hung up the phone.

Chapter Nineteen: The Party

Wutong Hotel, Zhuque Suite.

Zhou Yan placed the phone, which had just been hung up, in front of Zhu Que.

Zhuque, sitting on the sofa, leaned back, his back touching the back of the sofa, and asked.

"Did the Su family offend you?"

Zhou Yan asked.

Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?

Suzaku became interested.

"A lie?"

Zhou Yan spoke with righteous indignation and his face was full of integrity.

"These bastards are trying to govern the country through religion, spreading their vicious beliefs everywhere and deceiving the people. Such a source of disaster cannot be allowed to remain..."

Zhuque patted the back of his hand with satisfaction.

"That sounds nice, but what's the truth?"

Zhou Yan sneered.

"I don't like them."

Zhuque was even more satisfied. This was the spirit of a young person. She, an old woman, had lost the vigor that Zhou Yan possessed.

"Sure, go ahead and do it if you want."

Zhuque picked up a glass of juice from the coffee table in front of the sofa and took a sip.

"Just don't come crying to me if you lose."

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"I won't lose, but if I win... Lord Suzaku..."

Zhuque put down the beer can he had been holding in front of his mouth, and the woman tilted her head as she spoke.

"I know what you want to say, you want me to save the disaster victims outside Zhongzhou City, right?"

Zhou Yan remained silent, but his eyes held anticipation.

Suzaku mocked.

"Is it meaningful? We, the Four Divine Beasts, have already started to absorb disaster victims everywhere and rebuild various industrial chains, but there is a limit to this absorption. If you give me 100,000 people, it means that 100,000 disaster victims in another place will be abandoned."

After the disaster subsided, the federal government's army and the awakened forces went around suppressing the mobs and leading the people to resume production. However, this recovery was a phased process, and it was not a matter of simply tearing off a tiger's skin and everyone getting a job and a house.

The registration of disaster victims' identities, professional technical certifications, whether they have any diseases, their family situations, and a series of other complex factors all need to be taken into account. Under these circumstances, Zhou Yan's idea of ​​saving hundreds of thousands of disaster victims outside Zhongzhou City is almost like robbing Peter to pay Paul.

For every person who benefits, there is someone who loses.

Zhou Yan said bitterly.

"Isn't there any other way?"

Zhuque laughed.

"Do you think a government can function simply by a few actors performing on stage? Do you think society operates by a few people talking and issuing orders? There's a lot more to governing a country than meets the eye."

"In short, the treatment of these disaster victims cannot be rushed, and social reconstruction requires long-term planning. If you rush things and try to do them well, you will only make a mess of things. But considering that you are trying to make me proud, I will send professional doctors and various relief resources to the disaster area later."

Zhuque winked at Zhou Yan.

"I won't let those disaster victims go hungry or get sick without medicine. Are you satisfied, little one?"

This is currently the optimal solution.

Zhou Yan said helplessly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Lord Suzaku."

Suzaku said meaningfully.

"This is your salary, a salary you earned yourself, not something I gave you as charity."

Zhou Yan left the Suzaku suite and returned to his own room.

As soon as the young man entered the room, Su Xiaowan, who had already woken up, hurriedly got off the sofa in the living room and ran to Zhou Yan.

"elder brother."

Su Xiaowan looked flustered.

"Did I do something wrong tonight?"

Su Xiaowan didn't understand why she was suddenly arrested, or why she woke up to find Zhou Yan holding her.

The little guy felt that he might have done something wrong and had troubled Zhou Yan, so he felt very guilty.

The Nine-Colored Deer stepped forward and chimed in.

"Xiao Wan didn't mean it, brother, don't be angry with her."

The cuckoos on the side chirped in agreement.

Zhou Yan picked up Su Xiaowan and said with utmost seriousness.

"Don't talk nonsense! You're not wrong, you're not wrong at all."

I don't know what's wrong with this world. Kind people are slandered, while those who manipulate people's hearts and cheat are worshipped.

Zhou Yan didn't like this.

Su Xiaowan tilted her little fox head.

"I did nothing wrong? But what about those disaster victims..."

Su Xiaowan still remembers how those disaster victims feared her like snakes and scorpions.

Zhou Yan stroked Su Xiaowan's head and said, word by word.

"The disaster victims were wrong, and the charlatans who misled them were even more wrong."

Just how despicable are charlatans?

An army was preparing to conquer a large tribe. The main force of this army consisted of knights with a strong sense of honor. They knew they were invading someone else's territory, and when the nobles ordered them to attack the tribe's innocent civilians, these knights felt guilty and dared not do so.

So one of the chaplains accompanying the army threw the "X-scripture" at the natives. The natives didn't know what the "X-scripture" was, and after receiving it, they angrily threw it on the ground and stomped on it.

The knights, filled with a sense of honor and pride, were enraged.

How dare you blaspheme our faith! The knights launched several deadly charges, and the innocent tribe was wiped out.

Faith is good. The core of any religion that spreads widely in this world is to guide people to be better and more virtuous. However, the charlatans who spread these religions want others to believe in the gods they preach, while they themselves wantonly use this faith as a tool to gain profit.

Zhou Yan could not tolerate this.

"I will avenge you."

Zhou Yan's tone was chilling, causing Su Xiaowan to shudder involuntarily.

"revenge?"

"Yes, good people shouldn't get hurt, bad people should die."

Zhou Yan's words were firm and resounding.

"If God won't do it, I will!"

Silent all night.

The next morning, at 10 a.m.

Zhou Yan rubbed his eyes, got out of bed, brushed his teeth, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

At 10:10, someone knocked on the door, followed by a woman's voice.

"Xiao Yan, I am the Dean of Students."

Zhou Yan, dressed in pajamas, walked to the suite door and opened it.

A sophisticated and elegant woman, dressed in a black suit and with a cool and aloof demeanor like a laurel, walked in, followed by a row of dress racks.

After pulling the dress rack in, the mature and domineering headmistress winked at Zhou Yan.

"You're going to the Zhang family's banquet tonight, right? Lord Suzaku asked me to find you some nice clothes so you don't ruin the reputation of our Suzaku Academy."

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"No need, I'll just wear whatever I feel like."

The head of the teaching department looked displeased.

Zhou Yan said casually.

"The more they look down on me, the more profound the humiliation they will suffer later."

The head of teaching hesitated.

"It's good that young people have confidence, but after all, this is someone else's home, and Su Bijun isn't an ordinary demigod..."

Zhou Yan interrupted.

"Leave those clothes here. I'll wear them out myself if I need to later."

The head of the teaching department walked to the clothes rack and took out three sets of clothes to the front.

"Alright, these three outfits are my recommendations. You'll definitely look good in them. By the way, do you need a makeup artist?"

Zhou Yan said confidently.

"Does a man as extraordinary as me need to use makeup to hide my natural beauty?"

The head of the teaching department shook his head.

"You silly child, fine, just keep acting all dramatic."

The head of teaching affairs left Zhou Yan's suite.

As Zhou Yan listened to the dean's footsteps recede into the distance, he walked to his bedroom and then knelt down on one knee in front of Su Xiaowan, who was standing by his bed.

"Xiao Wan!"