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

Sweat beaded on the scarred man's forehead. He kept his secret stash of cash in a safe place only he knew about; how could the other person possibly...?

"Feel sorry."

Zhou Yan put the combination lock aside.

"I haven't learned how to torture people yet, so you're really lucky."

Zhou Yan disappeared before the scarred man's eyes, waiting to reappear. The scarred man crashed through the wall of the house and flew out. When he landed, his internal organs came out of his mouth, and he was clearly going to die.

Zhou Yan glanced at the scarred man through the hole he had made, then went to the scarred man's briefcase. Zhou Yan rubbed his eyes and stared at it.

The password for the safe is: 7765423.

Omniscience is so convenient.

Zhou Yan entered the password; inside the safe was a stack of gold bars, which appeared to be worth around ten million.

Chapter Fourteen Auspicious Beasts

East Side, slums.

The older sister, who had been sent back by Zhou Yan, led her younger sister back to their own home.

The house was a two-story cement building. Although the outside was covered with moss and dark brown oxidation marks, it was still considered a decent house in the slum.

The reason the sisters were able to live in such a nice house was because their father was a very strong man who was also willing to work hard to earn money.

But this man fell ill three days ago, and his sister, who had no money for medical treatment, could only buy some cheap painkillers from a black market doctor for her father.

Painkillers don't help treat the disease; they just reduce the pain my father suffers.

The price of this smaller amount was that the family was almost so poor they couldn't afford to eat.

As soon as my sister entered her living room, she heard a series of coughs coming from the second floor.

The older sister looked worriedly at the stairs. Her thirteen-year-old sister, who was standing next to her, tugged at her hand and asked with a wronged expression.

"Did we mess up today?"

The older sister's heart sank.

To be honest, she didn't have many choices, especially when she thought about how her family barely had any rice and her father's illness was still far from over.

The older sister suddenly understood why her neighbor had dragged her to the Vermilion Bird Academy; indeed, selling her body was the easiest and fastest way to get money.

As for other jobs, if you don't work for a week, who will pay you? Even with my sister's education, the money she earns from working will probably only be enough to buy her father anesthetic drugs, leaving her with very little.

Although she had been hysterical in front of Zhou Yan and had a strong opinion about being sold into servitude, the older sister suddenly thought that if she could just endure it, life might be much easier when she came back tomorrow.

only……

The older sister turned to look at her younger sister.

The younger sister stared back innocently.

The older sister softened.

She could sell herself, but her younger sister couldn't; the child was still too young, so...

The older sister began to hesitate, wondering if she should go to the neighbor again and beg him to give her another chance to sell herself.

"Sister, I'm hungry."

The thirteen-year-old sister held her older sister's hand and said weakly.

The older sister sniffed, suppressing her grievances.

"I understand, I'll go cook for you right now."

The older sister remembered that there were still a few cups of rice left in her kitchen, enough for her younger sister to eat. As for herself, she could just go hungry; she was old enough to eat a few more bites.

As my sister turned around, a white figure suddenly appeared at the doorway.

The older sister watched involuntarily as the white figure darted into her living room and ran up the stairs.

The younger sister screamed.

"It's a dog, it's a dog!"

The older sister swallowed hard, as if she had heard that dog meat was delicious and very nutritious. For a girl who was so poor that she had to consider selling herself, dog meat was undoubtedly a delicacy.

Dog meat stew would be amazing!

My sister grabbed a knife from the kitchen and hurried upstairs.

Upon reaching the second floor, her father's coughing resumed, but at this point, her sister had no time to feel sorry for her father. She looked around at her surroundings, trying to find the whereabouts of the white dog.

"Ok?"

The older sister walked to her father's bedroom and saw a white hair fall to the ground through the half-open door.

The dog went into its father's bedroom?

That's good. Now that the dog has gone into the small, enclosed space, it will be easier for me to catch it.

My sister opened the bedroom door.

My father's bedroom was simply furnished with a bed, a worn-out wardrobe, and a desk with half of its paint peeling off. He lay on the bed covered with a blanket, his face ashen. The illness of the past few days had brought this bear-like man to his knees. The man who could carry eighty pounds of steel bars without batting an eye was now so weak that he needed all his strength to straighten up.

On the body of this man, who was suddenly struck by illness, stood a snow-white animal, elegant but not quite like a dog, yet remarkably similar to one, its head bowed as it stared at the sick man.

The older sister carefully closed the door and approached with the knife in her hand.

If we kill this dog, my sister and I can have a full meal, and we can even save some meat for our father to nourish his body.

However, halfway there, the older sister stopped moving, her mouth slowly opening in surprise.

On the only bed in the bedroom, the white-haired, dog-like creature suddenly breathed on the ailing father, the breath glowing faintly as it entered his nostrils.

The father coughed violently, and the dog-like creature took advantage of the father turning over to jump off the boat, went to the desk opposite the bed, then pulled back the curtains, opened the closed window, and jumped out.

There was a soft bird call as I jumped out.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

The father, lying on the bed, coughed violently, spitting out large amounts of phlegm from his nose and mouth.

"Dad, Dad, what's wrong?"

The older sister came up and supported her father, patting his back forcefully. After a while, her father, who had vomited out all the mucus, slowly raised his head. The older sister was surprised to find that the paleness and weakness on her father's face had disappeared, and instead, his face was rosy and he looked very healthy.

The father said, somewhat incredulously.

"I feel like my body has suddenly become much better."

My father has recovered.

Chapter Fifteen Dongyue Cheng

West District, a wealthy area, Champs-Élysées villa, study.

Dong Yuecheng, who was in his fifties but had a full head of white hair, rested his chin on his hands and curiously looked at the young man in front of him.

"Zhou Yan?"

Dongyue asked sincerely.

Zhou Yan nodded.

"Yes, I am an Awakened One."

"I can't believe it," Dongyue Cheng said with a smile.

"You're not an Awakened One, so I'm afraid I don't believe you at all."

A knock sounded at that moment, followed by the voice of butler Dongyue Cheng.

"Master, the medicine that young gentleman asked me to prepare is ready."

"Okay, bring it in."

The study door opened, and an old butler dressed in a suit and wearing a monocle walked in carrying a bowl of black tea. He placed the tea in front of Dong Yuecheng.

Dongyue Cheng glanced at the tea soup out of the corner of his eye.

He was one of the most famous tycoons in Xinxiang City. His family had been established for three generations and was considered a powerful and influential family in the area. Perhaps it was this family background that aroused the jealousy of the heavens. When Dong Yuecheng was twenty years old, he contracted a strange disease. He was forced to eat weeds and soil every day and had to roll around in the mud like a dog to feel comfortable.

This happened to a wealthy person with abundant resources, so of course the wealthy person would try every means to solve it. But the subtle point is that even though Dong Yuecheng spent a lot of money to find some demon-level and demigod-level awakened beings, they all said they were powerless to help.

As for higher-ranking deities, such as the Vermilion Bird, the Central Dipper Star Lord, and the Eastern Dipper Star Lord, he could not afford to invite them.

So Dongyue Cheng endured this inexplicable illness for more than thirty years.

Even now, the young man in front of him actually said that he could break the curse on him. The solution was very simple, it seemed to be to boil some immortal plants and Chinese herbs together. Those immortal plants were easy to find. Dong Yuecheng only spent a few million to find the immortal plants and Chinese herbs that the young man mentioned.

Now the stewed medicine was placed in front of Dong Yuecheng.

Dongyue Cheng asked with some curiosity.

"Is this medicine really effective?"

Zhou Yan nodded vigorously.

"Absolutely effective."

Dongyue Cheng hesitated.

"Before I drink this medicine, may I ask a question?"

"Please ask."

Dong Yuecheng's gaze sharpened.

"Mr. Zhou, if you cure my illness, what do you need?"

There's no such thing as a free lunch, and Dongyue Cheng, being a shrewd businessman, knew that long ago.

Zhou Yan placed a handbag about half the size of a person on Dong Yuecheng's desk, unzipped it, and Dong Yuecheng looked inside to see some banknotes and gold bars.

“Mr. Dong, I just killed someone in the East District.”

Zhou Yanming had the face of a young man, yet Dong Yuecheng sensed an unnatural, bloody stench.

Dongyue Cheng nodded with a faint smile.

“Young man, you’re full of vigor, that’s understandable. I can help you get off the hook, Mr. Zhou.”

What is the East District? It's just a slum. A few deaths there are nothing to worry about.

Dongyue Cheng has a very good relationship with the local police; half of the bodyguards in his residence are injured and retired police officers.

Zhou Yan shook his head.

“I will handle those dead people myself. My request is, Mr. Dong, that you help me quell the unrest that will occur in the East District later, and then help the East District establish welfare facilities such as hospitals, schools, and mutual aid societies.”

Zhou Yan patted the handbag he had picked up.

"There's about fifty million here, consider it a small bonus from me. As for the rest, Mr. Dong, please add some money as payment for helping you resolve the curse."

Dongyue Cheng was startled.

"curse?!"

Zhou Yan nodded.

“Yes, a curse, this curse is called ‘Beast Creation’…”

Zhou Yan stared at the attribute panel next to Dong Yuecheng. After killing people in the slums, Zhou Yan originally wanted to deliver the money of these drug dealers and villains to the poor people's doorsteps. However, after careful consideration, he realized that this was only a temporary solution. So, he took the money and ran to the rich area, staring at the rich people one by one.

Zhou Yan refused to believe he couldn't find places where these wealthy people needed help.

Fortunately, Dongyue Cheng, who lived in the wealthy area, had a curse called "Beast Creation," and Bai Ze's ability easily provided Zhou Yan with a way to break the curse.

Zhou Yan met with the wealthy man face to face, hoping that the man would help him manage the slum. Of course, it was impossible to make the entire slum better, but this was the only method Zhou Yan had found that could save the most people and provide assistance for the longest period of time.

Dongyue Cheng suddenly closed his eyes, waiting to open them, and said solemnly.

“Young sir, I would like to ask you to look at a few things. After you have looked at them, I will take the medicine. If it really cures me, then I promise that I will stand up again in the East District slums.”

Zhou Yan had no objection.

Where is the stuff?

"Please wait a moment, young sir."