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

Regardless of Zhu Bojiu, the real Zhu Jiuyin might still be in the shadows, raising his head and closing his eyes towards this land.

Even though Zhu Bo has been resurrected elsewhere, Zhu Jiuyin has not yet shifted his attention away from himself.

Regardless of what Zhu Jiuyin was really thinking, Zhou Yan felt a chill run down his spine just from that action.

Zhu Jiuyin, having heard Arona's words, already had a bad relationship with him. Now that he knows he's so weak, does he really not want to find an opportunity to kill him?

Taking advantage of someone's illness to kill them is not a privilege reserved for ordinary people.

"I'm going to take a walk around the neighborhood."

Little Yama retracted his Siyou Imperial Carriage, and with a flick of the reins, the white mist driving the carriage turned it around and headed to explore the surrounding area.

Jiufeng moved closer to Zhou Yan, hugged his arm, and asked.

"It's okay. When Zhu Jiuyin arrives later, Xiao Yan and I will fight him together."

Jiufeng refused to believe that even if she and Zhou Yan combined couldn't defeat Zhujiuyin, they couldn't escape.

Even if you can't escape, you can summon the Four Divine Beasts.

Zhou Yan and Zhuque have a good relationship, Qinglong still owes Zhou Yan a favor, Jiufeng and Baihu have a good relationship, and Xuanwu will not allow Zhujiuyin to cause trouble on the territory of the Eastern Xia Alliance.

Therefore, if Zhu Jiuyin dares to make a move, he will not be facing a young Bai Ze and a newly divined Jiu Feng, but a total of six divine beasts plus the Eastern Dipper Star Lord.

　Zhong qu:∞●ba er №*si… sang ∪ sang ※〈錂牾 Zhou Yan gently patted Jiu Feng's head, and Jiu Feng leaned against Zhou Yan's chest with a smile.

"It's not that easy..."

Zhou Yan landed with Jiu Feng.

This whole mess isn't just about Zhu Jiuyin. Zhou Yan estimates that, based on his connections from his past life, there are at least eighty to a hundred people stirring things up, including the gods who were just watching the drama unfold.

These eighty or one hundred deities might have some limitations; they can't personally participate in the boxing match between Zhu Jiuyin and his son, a mixed doubles match against Bai Ze. But who knows, they might be able to do what some parasitic, exploitative detective from the Serious Crimes Unit did when he helped some delivery guy fight against the senior disciple Duan Shui Liu.

Stand outside the ring and throw a hammer, a grenade, a fruit knife, or something.

Therefore, it is quite normal for a God-Slaying Whip to fall from the sky and hit Zhou Yan on the head when he was fighting with Zhu Jiuyin, and it is also understandable that a three-pointed double-edged sword would fall from the sky.

Who knows, halfway through the fight, just when Zhou Yan was about to gain the upper hand, a piece of the Heaven-Turning Seal might fall down and land right on Zhou Yan's head.

Not to mention that while Zhu Jiuyin was fighting, the Golden Dragon Scissors, the Seven Birds and Five Fires Fan, the Hunyuan Golden Bucket, and other items suddenly fell from his body.

As an ancient deity, Zhu Jiuyin probably doesn't need to explain, "As everyone knows, it's normal for me, the ancient dragon ancestor, to carry some divine artifacts."

Then, all the gods in heaven watched as Zhu Jiuyin, from the mortal realm, brutally beat the white-haired beast.

The more Zhou Yan thought about it, the uglier his expression became.

They were already ganged up on by the gods of Nantianmen last time, are they going to repeat the same mistake now?

"A butterfly enters my dream; I am in a butterfly dream."

What's the difference between dreaming and waking up?

Wandering through the rolling dust of the mortal world, flowing through the clear space and time,

Who's right and who's wrong is up to someone to meddle with...

Is someone calling?

Zhou Yan took out his phone; the caller ID showed an unknown number.

After the call connected, a voice that Zhou Yan had never heard before came out.

"Is it Zhou Yan, or rather, Bai Ze?"

"Um, who are you?"

“I am Zhu Bo.”

Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly. Jiu Feng, in the young man's arms, looked up at Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan put his finger to his lips and made a gesture for silence.

Jiufeng lowered her head and remained silent.

"You're amazing."

Uncle Zhu's voice on the phone was filled with helplessness.

"I originally came here to challenge you to a one-on-one match, but you actually called in reinforcements!"

Zhou Yan thought of the "Wife Sword".

"Foreign reinforcements? Who helped me, hmm, kill you?"

"Hehe, you'll find out later. I'm looking forward to seeing your despair then."

"Despair?! What do you mean?"

You'll understand later.

Zhou Yan clearly heard the sarcasm in Zhu Bo's tone, as if he was expecting something interesting to happen.

Zhou Yan was silent for a few seconds before speaking again.

"I have a friend who used to be just as secretive as you. Last time he went out, he was stabbed over 800 times, every stab avoiding vital organs. He went to the hospital and needed over 100 stitches, but none of them actually stitched the wound." (Suo)

"Alright, alright, Bai Ze, stop with this useless nonsense. I'm scared of being beaten, I admit defeat. So let's stop talking about this rubbish. I have something I want to talk to you about. Can you spare a little time to have a meal with me?"

Zhou Yan's voice softened.

“Bixia Yuanjun and I have no relation. I am innocent with her.”

Zhou Yan had at most drunk the wine that Bixia Yuanjun had drunk; he hadn't even touched it in any other way.

Zhou Yan felt wronged for being associated with Bixia Yuanjun.

"You don't actually think that when other people tell me that you and Bixia Yuanjun have an affair, they just want to see that you and Bixia Yuanjun do nothing to each other, do you?"

"Nobody cares about your relationship with Bixia Yuanjun; they just want to see you and me fight like cats and dogs."

Zhou Yan: “(?_?)”er

Who is stirring up trouble?

Zhou Yan clenched his fist.

"I'm going to beat him up."

"Well, those guys are in the Heavenly Court. Bai Ze, if you have the guts, go ahead and do it. If you kill all the gods in the Heavenly Court, there will definitely be some who are innocent. If you kill nine and let one go, there will definitely be some who escape."

Who wouldn't want to see the funny person become the funny person themselves?

Zhou Yan: “(?-ι_-｀)”

Well, I dare not go to the Heavenly Court. The South Heavenly Gate is already dangerous enough. If I go to the Heavenly Court, I'm afraid the other gods will skin me alive, skewer me on a stick, and slowly roast me over a low fire. Once I'm cooked through, they'll cut off a piece of my flesh.

Even the best pork belly from Lizhuang is no better than this.

"So let's come over and talk."

Uncle Zhu's voice softened considerably.

"Let's be open about this, have a good talk, and come up with a solution that we can all accept."

Zhou Yan looked up at the gloomy night sky.

It is true that it is easy to dodge a spear in the open but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. If we can talk face to face, even if we still have to fight in the future, it is better than not knowing how to defend ourselves now.

"I understand, time and place."

"I knew you were easy to talk to, Bai Ze. As for the time, anytime is fine. As for the place, well, Peony City, Dahe Prefecture, Deep Sea Gallery."

Chapter Five: Be Careful

Dahe Prefecture, Mudan City.

Dahe Prefecture is a prefecture controlled by the White Tiger. In these disasters, prefectures controlled by the Four Divine Beasts recovered the fastest.

The Great Crane Prefecture was recaptured city by city by city by the White Tiger after the disaster. In particular, Peony City enjoyed peace for half a year. When Zhou Yan arrived in Peony City, even on the connecting line between the city and the suburbs, he could see people and vehicles coming and going, and it was bustling with activity.

As you walk into the city, you see shops lining the streets, with large crowds moving in and out of different commercial areas. You can't see any signs of other states or cities. Even if a city isn't chaotic, it's still lifeless under military control.

Deep Sea Gallery is located at the end of a street on the South Second Ring Road in Mudan City.

This street is a pedestrian street, and many young people browse the snack shops and clothing stores. At the end of the street, there is a rather old-fashioned private art gallery with a red door studded with copper nails.

Zhou Yan arrived at the gallery entrance and knocked on the door.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and a beautiful young woman in a cheongsam peeked out from behind it.

Zhou Yan had just opened his mouth, but before he could utter a sound, the beautiful young woman spoke up.

"Lord Zhubo is already waiting inside. Lord Bai Ze, please follow me."

The beautiful young woman opened the door completely and reached inside.

Zhou Yan looked at the plaque above the gallery's door, then at the gallery's copper-studded door.

Is Zhu Bo an artist?

Zhou Yan walked into the gallery.

The beautiful young woman closed the door and then stood in front of Zhou Yan.

"Lord Bai Ze, please follow me."

Behind the door was a small courtyard. The beautiful young woman walked to a house on the left side of the courtyard. This house was extraordinary; it was an exhibition room similar to a museum, with all the walls painted white and framed paintings on them.

These words depict dragons, phoenixes, other mythical beasts, mortals, and even simple landscape paintings.

The artistic styles are also quite unique, ranging from freehand ink paintings to photographic sketches and blurry impressionistic works.

Zhou Yan's gaze swept over the paintings one by one, and when he looked at the twenty-third painting, he was stunned.

The twenty-third painting is a full-body portrait of a young girl wearing a white dress with beautiful black hair cascading down her back. She wears a sun hat reminiscent of Luffy's style, and the background is a field of flowers with a sun hanging high above her head.

The whole painting gives the feeling of a very beautiful country girl smiling brightly and beautifully in the summer.

Except for this face, which belongs to Bixia Yuanjun.

That's right, the main character in this painting is Bixia Yuanjun.

Zhou Yan paused in front of the painting. The beautiful young woman, unaware of his footsteps, turned around and saw him staring at the portrait of Bixia Yuanjun. She smiled.

"Lord Bai Ze, do you really like this painting?"

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"No, I only just found out that Uncle Zhu likes Bixia Yuanjun so much."

The Bixia Yuanjun in this straw hat and white dress is pure and lovely. From the hat she is wearing to the hem of her skirt that is blown by the wind, and the blooming flowers around her, she gives people a strong sense of dreamy tranquility.

Of course, to put it more simply, this feeling is like first love.

Zhou Yan suspected that Zhu Bo's first love was Bixia Yuanjun, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to paint such a moving picture.

The beautiful young woman said respectfully.

"Hmm... Lord Bai Ze... take a look at this..."

The beautiful young woman walked up to a painting, her right hand outstretched.

Zhou Yan shifted his gaze from the portrait of Bixia Yuanjun, which evoked feelings of first love, to the painting that the beautiful young woman was pointing to.

The main subject of the painting is a beautiful woman. The woman is dressed in conservative clothes that do not reveal any more than six points, but the lust in her eyes, the curves outlined in the clothes with heavy ink, and the action of putting on gloves all tell Zhou Yan that she wants to have a child.

Zhou Yan asked curiously.

"Is this painting titled 'The Lover'?"

Zhou Yan felt nothing but desire when he looked at the painting; it was devoid of any emotion. This alluring woman was not suitable as a wife, but she was perfect as a mistress.

However, you should prepare more goji berries.

The beautiful young woman shook her head.

"No, this painting is called 'Bai Ze'."

Zhou Yan: "Σ(?д?lll)!!!"

"wrong!"

Zhou Yan suddenly changed his mind.

You lied to me!

Zhou Yan stared at the beautiful young woman for a while. She was just an ordinary person. Zhou Yan clicked on the Omniscient button and saw that before he came, Uncle Zhu had said something to the beautiful young woman.