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

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The regular customer's eyes widened.

"Not selling anymore, so much stuff... you're not selling it?"

Yingzhao glanced at the potted plant beside her.

"Take a look and choose whichever one you like."

"Huh? Take whichever pot you like? What do you mean?"

Yingzhao didn't reply, but walked to the back door of her shop and opened it.

Behind the door was not a toilet, but a vast open space.

Heaven and Earth Garden.

Yingzhao entered the garden and hurriedly ran to a small garden.

There was a field in the garden, where more than twenty plants of different colors and shapes were planted. But now most of these plants have withered and decayed, except for one vine that is perfectly symmetrical and twines around a wooden stick, with flowers in full bloom.

It looks exactly like the plant in Yingzhao Flower Shop.

Every plant in this small garden represents a true god or demigod from Lu Wu's faction. Whenever one of these gods or demigods is injured or dies, these plants wither and decay, waiting for resurrection or recovery, at which point they quickly recover.

This allows you to assess the physical condition of your teammates.

Yingzhao murmured.

"Resurrected?"

"Has the boss really come back to life?"

Chapter Seven: Searching

Dahe Prefecture, Mudan City, Deep Sea Gallery.

After Zhu Jiuyin roared in his son's painting, he seemed to have exhausted his strength. The movements of Zhu Jiuyin in the painting gradually slowed down until he stopped and no longer moved.

The surrounding black fog slowly dissipated, and sunlight pierced through the darkness outside the window, illuminating the scenery.

Zhu Jiuyin is gone.

Zhou Yan stared at the scenery outside the window, as if Zhu Jiuyin had deliberately peered at him, using his supernatural powers to shroud an entire province and nearly a hundred million people in darkness, just to say this.

Uncle Zhu put the palette aside and even placed the brushes on the bookshelf.

"interesting……"

The candle master touched his chin with his paint-stained fingers.

"Did Lu Wu go to see my father? Zhang Weishan..."

"...It seems like it happened a long time ago."

Zhangwei Mountain, where Zhu Jiuyin fell, is covered by the Yin-Yang Disorder. Even Zhu Bo, Zhu Jiuyin's own son, would get lost in the Yin-Yang Disorder if he went to Zhangwei Mountain. Even someone as strong as Lu Wu, even if he is not affected by the Yin-Yang Disorder of Zhangwei Mountain, would still need to spend some time to find the exact location of his father's remains.

Lu Wu could make Zhu Jiuyin shout so urgently, so he must have gotten close to the heart of Zhu Jiuyin's corpse.

“Then, Lord Bai Ze.”

Uncle Zhu looked at Zhou Yan with curiosity.

"How do you plan to respond to my father's reminder?"

Zhou Yan turned his head back from the window.

"What response?"

What kind of response could it be?

I'm not familiar with Zhu Jiuyin, and now that Lu Wu has dug up Zhu Jiuyin's grave, can I go up to Lu Wu and tell him that digging up graves is wrong and that he can't do that?

"Um, this..."

Zhou Yan asked in confusion.

"Aren't we here to discuss the matter of Bixia Yuanjun?"

Zhu Bo asked in return.

"Lord Bai Ze, do you wish to marry Bixia Yuanjun?"

Zhou Yan shook his head.

Zhu Bo calmly looked at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan understood.

"As long as I don't marry Bixia Yuanjun, we won't have any conflicts?"

Uncle Zhu chimed in.

"Otherwise what? If I can't beat you, why would I pretend to be strong?"

Uncle Zhu pointed to His brow, where there was a red dot that would go unnoticed if one did not look closely.

Zhou Yan wanted to laugh. This Uncle Zhu hadn't exactly been furious, but he had still made quite a scene when he came running over, only to be pierced through the brow by a "wife's sword" and die instantly. Now, however, he was speaking to him in a very polite tone and manner.

Sure enough, some people won't be in a good mood unless they get a beating.

Seemingly having guessed Zhou Yan's thoughts, Zhu Bo smiled playfully. His pupils, reflecting Zhou Yan's image, held a mixture of amusement, amusement, mockery, and anticipation.

Zhou Yan's expression changed.

Zhou Yan compared his own win rate with that of Zhu Bo. Zhu Bo had a bloodline awakening rate of 97%, and his combat power was much stronger than Zhou Yan's. In comparison, if Zhou Yan fought Zhu Bo head-on, his chance of winning would be less than 0.1%.

Of course, escaping is another matter.

And that "wife's sword" seems to have killed Zhu Bo with a single strike.

不夸张的说9，用4“老婆8剑”的人物，2怕是也能一4剑杀了自3己。3：0∷△5‖

Is Zhu Bo hoping to be killed?!

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door of Zhu Bo's studio, and then it opened. The beautiful young woman who had led Zhou Yan in earlier appeared from behind the door and bowed.

"Lord Bai Ze, Lord Zhu Bo needs to concentrate on painting."

Unbelievable! They were right next to you, and you didn't even say so yourself when you were telling them to leave?

And your servants will tell you that your mouth is made of gold, and that you'll spew out golden foam every time you open and close it, right?

Zhou Yan walked out of the studio. The beautiful young woman behind him closed the door. Zhou Yan went outside the studio and found that the paintings hanging on the white wall had changed.

This change doesn't mean that someone removed these paintings and replaced them with new ones, but rather that the figures and scenery in the paintings have changed.

The alluring young woman Zhou Yan had seen in "Awakening from a Dream" had now transformed into a girl wearing a short skirt, a baseball cap, and blowing bubble gum.

Her face was still very youthful, completely lacking the natural allure of the young woman from before.

But the rural girl of Bixia Yuanjun was different. When Zhou Yan looked over, he found the girl lying in a dilapidated alley, her face pale and her eyes dull, with many needle marks on her arms.

Zhou Yan stared at all of this in astonishment.

The beautiful young woman walked over and explained with a smile.

"My master said that the impact of creating an impression on someone and then shattering that impression is unparalleled."

"An artist once went to an orphanage near his home in search of the angel in his heart. In the orphanage, he met a beautiful boy as pure as crystal. The painter used this boy as a model and painted a painting called 'Angel'."

Zhou Yan's mind raced, and he realized he knew the second half of the story.

However, Zhou Yan did not stop the beautiful young woman from continuing her story.

"More than ten years later, the painter suddenly had a whimsical idea and wanted to paint a picture depicting the evils of the world. So the painter went to the nearby police station and questioned and contacted criminals one by one. One day, the painter saw a young man with a fierce face, who almost had 'I am not a good person' written on his face."

The painter approached the young man, and after introducing himself, the young man suddenly burst into tears and said that he was the model the painter had used to paint "Angel" years ago.

The beautiful young woman walked up to Zhou Yan and looked at Bixia Yuanjun, who was lying dirty in a corner of the street like a rag.

"For this reason, my master especially likes to draw the purest girl falling into a harlot, the most seductive woman originally being a pure child, the most heinous criminal being a gentle and kind person in his youth, and the kind old man becoming the most terrifying murderer in the world after being driven mad."

Zhou Yan praised.

"Indeed, these paintings look one way at first glance, but then they turn out to be something else entirely. The contrast is quite captivating."

Zhou Yan found it far more interesting to watch the resolute knight princess, the high-ranking queen, and the noble princess fall into depravity, revealing expressions unbecoming of their status, than to watch the common girl, childhood sweetheart, and neighbor's wife fall into depravity.

"Hmm, Master is drawing you, Lord Bai Ze, right now. Lord Bai Ze, can you guess which two extremes Master has chosen for you?"

The beautiful young woman said to Zhou Yan teasingly.

Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly, then he shook his head.

"I do not want to know."

The beautiful young woman said no more and led Zhou Yan out of the gallery.

"Lord Bai Ze, you are always welcome here."

Before closing the door, the beautiful young woman bowed to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan nodded and watched the beautiful young woman close the door.

A few seconds later, a streak of fire flashed past Zhou Yan and then grabbed his arm.

Jiufeng held Zhou Yan's arm and asked.

"Xiao Yan, this Uncle Zhu?"

"He didn't do anything to me."

Zhou Yan turned around and left with Jiu Feng.

Because he was afraid of facing Zhu Jiuyin, Zhou Yan came with Xiao Yanjun, Jiu Feng, and several life-saving magical artifacts when he discussed things with Zhu Bo.

We're just waiting for things to fall apart later, and for Zhu Jiuyin to make his move, so we can all attack together.

As a result, Zhu Jiuyin actually died.

This Uncle Zhu was also killed once by the owner of the "Wife Sword," so he lost his temper and became quite amiable when discussing things.

The voice of Little Yama echoed in Zhou Yan's mind.

"Xiao Yan, tell me what you talked about."

……

Across from the Deep Sea Gallery, inside a dim sum restaurant.

Little Yanjun sat at a table with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Four Deep Sea Gallery. On the table were a plate of black pepper beef, taro and pork ribs, abalone sauce chicken feet, shrimp dumplings, pineapple buns, and golden cake.

Little Yanjun picked up a chicken foot with his chopsticks and listened to Zhou Yan's experience in the Deep Sea Gallery while sucking on it.

Even someone as powerful as Little Yama couldn't help but change his expression several times after hearing Zhou Yan mention that Zhu Jiuyin was dead.

After Zhu Jiuyin's death, Zhu Bo had no choice but to flee Zhangwei Mountain and seek refuge with Houtu Niangniang.

What exactly happened back then? It seems that of all the Yin gods in the underworld, only the Emperor of Fengdu is left dead. The South Heavenly Gate and the North Heavenly Gate in the sky have fallen. Judging from the ambush that Zhou Yan encountered with the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda, Li Jing of the South Heavenly Gate should have died in battle, and the Four Heavenly Kings should have also died suddenly.

The North Heavenly Gate is even more exaggerated, as the True Martial Emperor perished right in front of it.

Now, if we add another Zhujiuyin, this great god will also perish.

What kind of catastrophe could lead to such consequences?

Zhou Yan's voice echoed in Little Yama's mind once more.

"Uncle Zhu finally called out 'Father,' and as soon as Zhu Jiuyin appeared, he said to me..."

"Lu Wu has been resurrected. Lu Wu is now at Zhangwei Mountain."

With a "crack," the chopsticks in Little Yama's hand snapped, and the two broken chopsticks fell from his hand onto the table.

Little Yama asked in surprise.

"Lu Wu? Are you sure it's Lu Wu?"

Zhou Yan responded.

"Yes, that's what Zhu Jiuyin said."

Little Yama fell silent.