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

"I'm preparing to return to Dongyang Prefecture."

Jiufeng whispered.

"How about I go back with you? We're boyfriend and girlfriend now, so it's okay..."

Jiufeng's voice trembled slightly.

"We're living together..."

Zhou Yan forced himself to blush, looking very shy.

"Isn't this too fast?"

Zhou Yan said weakly.

"Could you let me prepare a bit? For example, after we watch a movie and have dinner next time, I'll take you to Dongyangzhou, and then we can stay together?"

Jiufeng said in a low, aggrieved voice.

"Okay, okay..."

Although I really want to be with Zhou Yan right now, as a girl, it would seem cheap and unreserved to move in together right after confessing my feelings.

Zhou Yan stood up. During this period of recovery, Zhou Yan's physical fitness had returned to the level of an ordinary person, that is, his strength and agility were both at "1".

In this state, Zhou Yan slowly walked to the villa's entrance, opened the door, and a car quickly drove up outside. The car swerved to the side and the door was right in front of Zhou Yan.

The car door opened, revealing the passenger seat and Zhuque in the driver's seat.

Zhou Yan got in and fastened his seatbelt.

Zhuque glanced at Jiufeng, who looked resentful, inside the villa, then started the car and drove away.

"We've driven far enough," Suzaku asked.

"You and Jiufeng..."

Zhou Yan interrupted.

"Let's not talk about this anymore."

Zhuque chuckled softly.

"You have the worst temper, kid. You dared to charge into the First Academy and slap Su Bijun in the face. Now you've finally suffered the consequences. What, did Jiufeng take advantage of you?"

Zhou Yan said with disdain.

"Lord Suzaku, could you please not put it so harshly? My relationship with Jiufeng is purely platonic."

Zhuque looked incredulous.

There is no such thing as pure friendship between men and women.

Zhou Yan countered with a question.

"Then, Lord Suzaku, is there nothing between us either?"

Suzaku said nonchalantly.

"I don't believe you never thought about fucking me."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Yes, it is, but is it necessary to be so blunt?

Zhuque glanced at Zhou Yan's face with a cheerful smile.

"I've also thought about sleeping with you, you little cutie. It's not that you're handsome, it's that I've thought about sleeping with any of the slightly attractive men I've ever seen."

Zhou Yan understood.

"Is this instinct?"

When Jiufeng mentioned the distinction between demons and Buddhas, Zhou Yan had pondered that, in essence, all humans are demons. They want to sleep with beautiful women, desire those they like, and want to kill those who anger them.

Regardless of morality or restraint, human instinct is simply this naked and antisocial.

Zhuque said without any hesitation.

"Yes, it's instinct. Your desire to sleep with me is an instinct deeply ingrained in your subconscious. I'm the same way. We're all awakened beings, aren't we?"

As he spoke, Zhuque took out his phone while driving, opened an app, and then placed the phone in front of Zhou Yan.

On his phone, Zhou Yan saw a scene in a hotel suite where a white tiger dressed in a delivery uniform was pinning down a stunningly beautiful live streamer in a red dress. Judging from her appearance, she was an incredibly charming young woman.

The white tiger, who was pinning the young woman against the wall, spoke in a gentle tone.

"I heard you're a very famous girl?"

The young woman smiled faintly, and the aura of a mature woman spread wildly, making Zhou Yan's heart flutter slightly.

"You'll become famous very quickly, because..."

The young woman put her arm around Baihu's shoulder and said ambiguously.

"You're dating a really famous girl..."

The Vermilion Bird rejoices.

"The same goes for the White Tiger."

Chapter Seventeen Found

Wood Pen State.

A convoy drove through the suburbs and into the city.

The car in the lead was an SUV, driven by a man with a large beard.

Not long after entering the city, the bearded man lit a cigarette. Amidst the swirling smoke, he and his entourage drove to a commercial street. The convoy stopped, and a large number of people got out of the vehicles and began looting everything of value on the street.

The bearded man was not a citizen of the Eastern Xia Federation; he was a gold prospector from a small country who sneaked in to make money after hearing that the Eastern Xia Federation was in turmoil.

This money-making spree has lasted for three months. In these three months, the bearded man has bought a house in his country and started several profitable businesses. But no business can compare to making money without any initial investment.

Every so often, the bearded man would return to the still turbulent states of the Eastern United States to plunder.

After a long time, the thieves who went out returned from different places. Those who brought back banknotes were considered lucky, those who brought back luxury goods were considered to have made a profit, and the worst ones could only take some cheap furniture such as rice cookers and portable air conditioners. They just wanted to make sure they didn't leave empty-handed.

However, when the last subordinate came out, everyone was stunned.

The last person to return brought with him a beautiful and elegant immortal who imbued the entire environment with a mystical aura.

Everyone stared blankly at the beauty.

This prompted the beautiful woman's subordinate to shout loudly.

"This, this guy, I, I found him in the basement, and I, I happen to not have a wife."

His subordinate embraced the woman's incredibly slender waist.

"I'm going to take her home. She'll be my wife from now on."

The people around looked at each other, but no one spoke.

The last of his men put his arm around the woman's waist and got her into his car.

The vehicles began their journey to another city. Fearing that there might be people in the city who would hunt them, the convoy of foreign vehicles, which had been scavenging for supplies, went to the outskirts of the city before setting up tents to rest.

During the break, the last of his men took the beauty into his tent.

Soon after, the tent began to shake violently.

Many people outside the tent looked at it with unspoken envy on their faces.

Half an hour later, the tent zipper door opened. She was covered in sweat, with a few strands of hair still clinging to her face from the light perspiration, but the increasingly alluring fairy-like woman walked to a corner of the woods outside the city.

This isn't anything abnormal; it might be that you need to urinate or defecate.

But it didn't matter to the beauty. The members of the car team looked at each other, then secretly left and took a detour to where the beauty was using the restroom.

After some time, the increasingly alluring beauty returned. It seemed that the beauty didn't know the way and went to a tent that wasn't the last of her subordinates and lay down inside.

The owner of the tent and a few friends went to take a look and sneaked into the tent.

A moment later, the tent began to shake.

After a while, the beauty emerged from the tent, her clothes disheveled. The bearded man sitting by the campfire couldn't resist any longer.

Why would you submit to those good-for-nothings?!

The bearded man came over and put his arm around the beauty's shoulder.

"I am the real man, come with me."

The bearded man forcefully pulled the beauty into his tent.

The remaining three members of the convoy looked at each other, and one of them looked at the tent from which the beauty had just emerged, and asked in confusion.

"What are Lao Zhao and the others doing? Why aren't they out yet after they've had their fun?"

Another person said jealously.

"I want one too, damn it, I should have gone with you."

The last person laughed.

"What nonsense are you spouting? You have the guts to do that..."

"Screech..."

The bearded man unzipped his tent, and a beautiful woman, her clothes even more disheveled, emerged. She gave the last three men a knowing look before entering an empty tent.

The three looked at each other and then walked into the tent together.

……

Yingchun Prefecture, Xialan City.

Inside a building in the city center.

A group of survivors hid on the fifth floor of the building, where a middle-aged man at the head of the group was holding his child and sobbing softly.

His child had been running a fever for five days, and unsurprisingly, due to lack of food and medicine, stopped breathing today and closed his eyes in the middle-aged man's arms.

Amid the middle-aged man's sobs, several people nearby turned their eyes, their gazes filled with an instinctive longing.

The middle-aged man sensed the gazes around him and looked up to meet their eyes.

In the past few days, a group of violent freaks have emerged in Xialan City, killing anyone they see. Several of the middle-aged man's friends have been killed, and the rest are too afraid to go out to find food. They have been starving for several days.

Now, I have an instinctive craving for any kind of meat I see.

The middle-aged man embraced his child's corpse and roared.

"You're all crazy! We're human beings, we're human beings!"

People around him turned their heads away, not daring to meet the middle-aged man's gaze.

The middle-aged man continued to weep while holding his child. He was crying not only because his child had died, but also because after seeing the hungry looks in his friends' eyes, he felt hungry himself and even thought about eating his child to fill his stomach, since he hadn't eaten for several days.

That's wrong; one cannot be a dishonest person.

The middle-aged man made up his mind that he would go out to find food at dawn. Even if he died at the hands of a sudden killer, it would be better than becoming a demon that ate his own children.

"Hey? There's light!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

The others, who were already incredibly bored, all looked up at the direction the person who had spoken was pointing.

That direction led to rows of floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking out through the windows at the street below, the survivors could see an old monk with a white beard, whose entire body seemed to glow like a light bulb, walking down the street. The old monk's light was very bright, and the milky white light illuminated half of the street.

In the darkness, the old monk was practically the only protagonist; everyone who saw him wanted to focus their attention on him.

Perhaps because the protagonist's aura was so strong, after a short while, several people carrying weapons and wearing human skin masks emerged from various corners of the street.

The people hiding inside the building all knew these guys; these were the people who were killing people all over the city, forcing this group of people to stay away from finding food.

The murderer slowly approached the glowing old monk. The old monk walked to the middle of the street and stopped, allowing the weapon-wielding murderer to come within three meters of him. Then a miracle happened: those demons who had killed countless people and enjoyed the thrill of hunting in this innocent city suddenly knelt down and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The glowing old monk said in a low voice.

"Amitabha."

The murderers, sitting cross-legged, closed their eyes, clasped their hands together, and respectfully echoed the order.