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

"This Zhou family kid really has a bad temper. The Su family members faked their deaths and ran away, and everyone just turned a blind eye, but he still managed to chase after them and kill them."

With the Eastern Star Lord present, after the Su family revealed that Su Qing had been killed by Zhou Yan, the Azure Dragon faction immediately understood the whole story.

Therefore, Qinglong had to sigh. Su Changqing's method of faking his death would have succeeded in front of others, even in front of himself. But Zhou Yan was a six-eared macaque. In front of this top-notch paparazzi, Su Changqing's method of faking his death still revealed its flaws.

For example, Zhou Yan had been secretly monitoring the Zhang family community ever since he learned of Su Changqing's death.

Paparazzi are disgusting, but also incredibly useful.

"These are all minor matters. The Su family deceived others themselves, so they deserve to suffer the consequences. Mo Yu, you should..."

The sudden ringing of a cell phone interrupted Qinglong's words. Qinglong took his phone out of his pocket.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number. Qinglong answered the call with a puzzled look, and Zhou Yan's voice came through.

"Is that Lord Azure Dragon?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Here's the thing, I'm planning to go to Dongyang Prefecture to serve as a state legislator and suppress the local riots. Lord Zhuque and I discussed it and we both felt that food is very important if we go there, extremely important. So, Lord Qinglong, I plan to use one of my favors, or rather, one of your requests, to exchange for a food supply for 300,000 people."

Qinglong chuckled softly.

"Rations for 300,000 people? You have quite the nerve to say that."

If each of the 300,000 people eats two kilograms of food per day, that's still a daily consumption of 300 tons. Zhou Yan is asking for the daily food rations of 300,000 people just for a favor. What kind of logic is that?

"So, Lord Azure Dragon, please give me a request, and I'll see if I can fulfill it."

Qinglong fell silent.

In fact, with Qinglong's capabilities, he could easily produce 3,000 tons, 30,000 tons, or even 300,000 tons of grain per day, let alone 300 tons. At most, it would take some time to harvest the grain with agricultural tools, and the subsequent industrial production of grain would be a bit cumbersome.

However, the so-called transaction cost is definitely not based on the value of the resources being traded, but rather on the demand from the other party. Just like when a person is full, even abalone, sea cucumber, and shark fin are hard to swallow, but when a person is starving, even a steamed bun is incredibly expensive.

So, what kind of exchange of benefits should I offer Zhou Yan?

"Little guy, you've heard of it, haven't you?"

A flash of inspiration struck Qinglong.

"The Azure Dragon actually possesses the status of a creator god."

Zhou Yan hummed in agreement.

Qinglong continued.

"It may differ from normal mythology. This so-called creation does not mean that the Azure Dragon is the creator of this world, but that I am able to create a small world and become the creator god in that small world. But the problem is that I have not yet found a way to create the world and have a blessed land."

Zhou Yan, on the other end of the phone, understood.

"Does Lord Qinglong mean that I should find this method for you?"

Qinglong's expression softened considerably.

"May I?"

Zhou Yan's tone turned cold.

"Dream on! All I want is three hundred tons of food every day. You want me to find a divine object that created the world? Such an outrageous request is better than asking Dang Kang (a demigod whose talent is that wherever he appears, there will be a bountiful harvest)."

Young people these days aren't so easily fooled.

Qinglong thought that someone with such a volatile temper like Zhou Yan wouldn't be willing to bargain.

Qinglong changed his mind.

"I'll lower my demands a bit. You keep an eye out for information about this world-creating divine power. By the way, I consulted Dong Dou, and that guy ruined several magical artifacts with his calculations. He told me that my opportunity to create the world lies in Mount Renwang. I've already spent a fortune to buy Mount Renwang and have had many people search it for over ten years, but we haven't found anything."

"As long as you find suitable intelligence over at Renwang Mountain, I will send you 300 tons of rations every day by plane."

Zhou Yan asked another question.

"What if the information I find far exceeds the reward you offer?"

Qinglong understood Zhou Yan's meaning.

“You can pay off your debt with food. I, Lin Qingxuan, have nothing but plenty of rice, grain, and meat. I can give you as much as you want.”

Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

"Can I get an advance on my payment?"

Qinglong understood.

“I will provide you with three hundred tons of grain every day for a full month. If you cannot find the intelligence I want within a month, I will cut off the supply and then demand compensation from Suzaku.”

"Okay, deal."

Zhou Yan hung up the phone.

Qinglong turned around and looked at the gibbon who was still eating.

The gibbon said indistinctly.

"After this four-school competition is over, I'm going to have a fight with Zhou Yan."

The gibbon waved its fist.

"This guy is a good opponent; his strength is no less than mine."

Qinglong nodded with a smile.

"After all, they're all monkeys."

……

Xinxiang City, Xinxiang Lanjiang Clinic.

A luxury car drove up from the intersection of Xinxiang Street and stopped in front of the clinic. Dozens of doctors came out and respectfully watched as the car door opened and Zhu Que stepped out.

A middle-aged doctor with a hairstyle reminiscent of Hua Tuo (a legendary Chinese physician) stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said...

"Ms. Mu, Miss Bai Rusu is doing very well here. Her vital signs are stable, and she receives regular massages every day."

Patients in a long-term coma need regular body massages, otherwise their muscles will atrophy and various sores will appear on their backs.

Zhuque nodded and walked into the clinic without replying. Inside, she found a single room where the basic daily cost alone was 3.

The medical system in the Eastern United States has been privatized for a long time, which has led to doctors daring to charge over 300,000 for consultation fees and medical expenses without insurance, even for a common cold. For a fracture, the cost is close to one million.

Of course, Suzaku is not short of money.

Bai Rusu lay on the bed in her private ward, her face covered by a breathing mask. Her pale complexion was devoid of any color. Zhuque could tell that since the last time she had summoned the ginseng spirit to keep her alive, Bai Rusu's condition had not improved; on the contrary, it had gotten worse.

This must be the effect of Chaos's foolish confusion. Foolish confusion confuses a person's self-healing mechanism, causing them to treat the symptoms rather than the cause, resulting in the injured area not receiving proper treatment.

However, things are different now. Ten minutes ago, Zhou Yan called Zhuque and told her that he had persuaded Yingzhao to remove the curse from Bai Rusu.

Chaos is Yingzhao's daughter. If Yingzhao intervenes, there's a good chance Chaos will be willing to lift the curse. Of course, Suzaku is also prepared for the possibility that Yingzhao might not be able to persuade her daughter.

The restlessness of a teenage daughter is probably quite normal for a father.

A chair was moved from the corner of the ward by a doctor and placed next to Zhuque. Zhuque sat down and stared at Bai Rusu's pale face.

Bai Rusu was actually the champion of the four-school competition 27 years ago. When she was still a student, she was a powerful demigod who dominated an era, like a gibbon. After graduating, she became Bai Rusu's number one henchman, and her strength continued to improve by leaps and bounds.

According to Zhuque's estimation, if Chaos hadn't directly ruined Bai Rusu's future, Bai Rusu's awakening level would probably be 93% now, which would be enough to overpower Dongfang Yu, the vice principal of the First Academy.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world.

The reality is that Bai Rusu was destroyed by Chaos, and now she lies in bed, only able to survive on the essence of ginseng.

"Um……"

As Zhuque's thoughts raced, Bai Rusu let out a soft "hmm" sound. Then, the celestial fox, who should have been dead for half a year without the ginseng spirit to keep her alive, slightly opened her eyes.

Zhu Que's eyelids twitched.

"I……"

Bai Rusu slowly turned her head, looking around in confusion, then stood up and removed the oxygen mask from her face.

Suzaku called out hesitantly.

"Bai Rusu, you're an idiot!"

Bai Rusu turned her head in confusion and asked.

"What did I do? Why am I considered an idiot?"

Zhuque immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Rusu was no longer controlled by her instincts.

The foolish chaos has ended.

Chapter One: Money

Dafashan.

A convoy of military vehicles escorted more than ten RVs as they drove toward the hills to the east.

Suddenly, the roof window of the RV, which was surrounded by people, opened, and an elderly man in a suit came out of the roof window and found a place to sit down cross-legged.

Then, several middle-aged and elderly people of varying ages came out of the roof window of the RV and sat down next to the first elderly person who came out. They looked at each other in silence, staring blankly at the road in front of the vehicle.

After a long while, the first old man to come out spoke.

"Shall we go back?"

The old man's name was Liu Nanshan. He was one of the most famous capitalists in Dongyang Prefecture. His status in Dongyang Prefecture was similar to that of Fang Ruheng in Dashan Prefecture, who wanted to hunt the Nine-Colored Deer. Both of them controlled the local commercial lifeline, and the entire prefecture government was his substitute.

However, this once impregnable position was utterly destroyed by the pandemic. Unable to maintain the status quo, Liu Nanshan had no choice but to take his demigod son-in-law and the whole family to Zhongzhou, the capital of the Eastern Xia Federation, to seek refuge with the federal government.

It is said that capitalists have no country, but capital is regional. As soon as Liu Nanshan arrived in Zhongzhou City, his assets in the Federal Bank were quickly seized by local bullies, and government officials used various methods to seize the patents of Liu Nanshan Group.

The capitalist who was unruly and practically a local tyrant in his own Dongyang Prefecture turned into a little girl who had wandered into a group of weird uncles in Zhongzhou City, with no chance to resist.

Fortunately, the federal government could not stand idly by while the rioting states were inactive. After three months of preparation, the federal government began to find people to take back the other lost territories.

This is a good thing, especially since the Su family from Indiana were assigned to East Yang State.

Indiana is one of the better-performing states during this pandemic, and the Su family is a prominent clan in Indiana, with countless resources and manpower available. When the Su family offered their help, Liu Nanshan personally purchased various weapons, equipment, food, and vehicles, all in preparation for rebuilding his company in East Yangzhou.

He realized that capitalists are only capitalists when they have a base of support; otherwise, they are just meat to be slaughtered. In Zhongzhou City, Liu Nanshan's family lost 30% of the wealth accumulated over three generations.

However, this joyous occasion suddenly took an unexpected turn.

Su Qing is dead, killed by a demigod. The federal government said they would send a new state legislator to help later, but the capitalists of Dongyang State, led by the Liu family, felt disheartened.

The Su family members from Indiana coming to serve as state legislators doesn't mean they only have their own resources. Indiana's resources and the Su family's connections will all be tilted towards Indiana. As for you, the person from the federal government, you are really just one person.

Don't be so pessimistic.

An old friend of Liu Nanshan comforted him.

"We just need to find a piece of land to build our factory, and find a group of literate civilians. In a month at most, our pharmaceutical company will be able to ship our products. At that time, only we and Indiana will be able to produce medicines in the entire Eastern United States. Our products will be monopolistic."

The rest of the people looked much better.

Liu Nanshan also sighed.

"I hope so. At most, I'll just have to go back to Zhongzhou City."

Even if the assets accumulated by his family over three generations are exploited, they can still ensure that Liu Nanshan's family will never have to worry about food and drink.

The convoy drove from dawn to dusk, and the military vehicles surrounding Liunan Mountain arrived at a nearby city that had already completed riot control and was now under full military control before nightfall.

Everyone found a place to park. The federal government troops went to a nearby government building to rest, while the elderly, including Liu Nanshan, sat in their RVs to rest and sleep. The younger children took people out to buy some things and try some local specialties in the city.

After watching his juniors leave the RV, Liu Nanshan went to the refrigerator, took a few bottles of beer, and after getting a little drunk, went to the bedroom door, opened it, took off his clothes, and went to sleep.

However, not long after falling asleep, Liu Nanshan heard the RVs being slapped loudly, followed by an old friend shouting from outside.

“Nanshan, Nanshan, the awakened state legislator sent by the federal government has come and asked us to come out and meet him.”

What is that?

Has the awakened leader arrived to replace the Su family?

What's going on so late at night?

Couldn't you have called home first, then wandered around the city and showed up tomorrow?

Despite his inner grumbling, Liu Nanshan hurriedly got up, threw on a decent-looking coat, and left the bedroom. After leaving, he thought for a moment, then went back into the bedroom to get a bottle of fruit-scented mouthwash. He rinsed his mouth and then left the bedroom again, exiting the RV.