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

"I don't know if it's a coincidence, but my name here seems to be Pan Jinlian."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Something seems off; this name just doesn't sound right.

Zhou Yan looked around. No matter how you look at it, Pan Jinlian's era was ancient, while the room he was in now, from the furniture to the plaster on the walls, was all modern.

"Brother Yan, wait a minute."

Zhou Yan took the medicine bowl from Xiao Yanjun and placed it on the bedside table. Honestly, based on the intensely bitter smell he smelled when he took it, Zhou Yan couldn't believe that anyone would dare to drink such a thing.

Zhou Yan lifted the blanket covering him.

"Let's go out and take a look; maybe we can find other clues."

Zhou Yan got out of bed, and as soon as he did, he realized that he was not tall at all. He was only about half a head taller than Xiao Yanjun, and looked to be about 1.6 meters tall.

1.6 meters tall...

What does 1.6 meters mean?

Never mind, now is not the time to worry about these things.

Zhou Yan got out of bed and walked quickly to the door. After opening the bedroom door, there was a staircase in front of him. The staircase was not a wooden staircase, nor a black and white marble staircase, but simply a reinforced concrete staircase with a layer of cement on it.

The beautiful and graceful Little Yama King poked his little head out from behind Zhou Yan and said, "Oh, oh."

"It seems that the owner of this house is not well-off."

If the owner of this house were even slightly better off financially, they wouldn't use this kind of staircase.

"It seems so."

Zhou Yan walked down the stairs step by step, and when he reached the first floor, the scene there shocked him even more.

The first floor is a restaurant, which is not big. It is the size of two rooms put together. One smaller room contains a large coal stove, a large table, and a rolling pin, while the other side is a dining table for guests to sit down and eat.

At one corner of the restaurant, there was an advertisement for "Wu Dalang Pancake".

Zhou Yan stared at the billboard for a while, then murmured.

"Mom, have I really become Wu Dalang?"

Little Yama went to the kitchen, took out two cold sesame cakes from a small drawer, and the girl took a bite.

"Oh, it's a meat pie."

Little Yama showed Zhou Yan the bitten-off part of the sesame seed cake. The meat filling inside was quite thick, which showed that the person who made the sesame seed cake was kind.

Zhou Yan went up, and Xiao Yanjun handed him the last cold sesame seed cake. Zhou Yan took it, took a bite, and as everyone knows, the flavor of a sesame seed cake drops drastically when it gets cold.

But the sesame seed cake in Zhou Yan's hand actually tasted pretty good, and the meat inside was absolutely fresh, and it was hand-chopped meat, the filling was so authentically fragrant.

Zhou Yan put down the half-eaten meat pie and smiled wryly.

"Wu Dalang is indeed a character that fits the description quite well."

Based on this meat-filled sesame seed cake alone, Zhou Yan could tell that Wu Dalang was a kind and honest man who wouldn't cheat.

Little Yama, who had eaten most of the sesame seed cake, said happily.

"Does it fit the persona? Does it fit the victim persona?"

Zhou Yan ate a few more bites of the cold sesame seed cake and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Otherwise what? Wu Dalang probably never imagined until his death that the wife he loved and cherished had already gotten together with the neighbor, Huang Mao, and had even harmed him."

Suddenly, a "ring ring" sounded from Little Yama's waist. The little guy reached into his pocket and took out a palm-sized cell phone.

When I opened it, it was a message from WeChat.

Little Yama's eyes lit up.

“Oh my god, I, no, it was Pan Jinlian who marked Ximen Qing.”

Zhou Yan immediately moved closer to Xiao Yanjun, staring intently at Xiao Yanjun's—no, Pan Jinlian's—phone screen. In the WeChat chat, Zhou Yan saw an account labeled Ximen Qing.

Xiao Yanjun clicked on Ximen Qing's profile picture, and the chat history between Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian flashed up.

Because the phone screen is short, only a small amount of information appears.

Ximen Qing: How is it? Have you taken the medicine I gave you?

Pan Jinlian: Do we really have to do it?

Ximen Qing: Once you take this medicine, you'll be free. Don't you think freedom is enough for you to do this?

Pan Jinlian: I understand.

This is a previous chat log; the latest one is...

Ximen Qing: My beauty, how is it? I'm downstairs at your place now. Would you like me to keep an eye on things for you?

Zhou Yan and Little Yan Jun clicked their tongues in agreement. Having experienced countless NTR scenarios, they knew perfectly well that Ximen Qing's arrival wasn't to keep an eye on things, but rather to supervise Pan Jinlian in case she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Little Yama sent a message.

Pan Jinlian: Dalang has already drunk the medicine.

Ximen Qing: Really? Open the door, let me see.

A knock sounded at the door, and Zhou Yan and Little Yanjun turned to look.

Zhou Yan said in a low voice. Slaughter.

Do you need my help?

Although he hasn't awakened his bloodline supernatural powers yet, Zhou Yan still possesses the Life Martial Sword and Nuwa's Transformation, so dealing with four or five people shouldn't be a problem.

Moreover, Ximen Qing was a spoiled brat who didn't have much fighting ability except when it came to dealing with women.

Little Yama shook his head.

“I don’t know what’s going on in this world. I’ll talk to Ximen Qing and maybe I can find out something. But Xiao Yan, you stay here and wait. If Ximen Qing does anything wrong, you come out and help me.”

Little Yama has no supernatural powers to protect her now; she really has the physique of a young girl. If she were to be pinned down, she wouldn't be able to resist.

Zhou Yan gave a thumbs-up.

"Okay, I'll go hide in the corner."

Zhou Yan found a place where normal people couldn't see him and hid inside.

Little Yanjun held his phone in one hand and tapped his lips with the other. A moment later, he sent a message to Ximen Qing.

Pan Jinlian: Don't knock, Dalang will hear you. I'll come and open the door for you right away.

Little Yama walked to the restaurant entrance, opened the door, and outside was a bustling street. Several acquaintances saw Little Yama behind the door and waved and greeted him with smiles.

"Jinlian, when will your eldest son get better? I miss your sesame cakes."

Little Yama chuckled awkwardly and looked around at the street. A moment later, he saw a handsome man with slicked-back hair and a fair complexion walking over. This handsome man looked exactly like Ximen Qing's profile picture in Little Yama's WeChat.

It's clear that these eight men, including Ximen Qing, are very confident in their looks; otherwise, they wouldn't have used their own photos as their profile pictures.

When no one was around, they arrived in front of Little Yama and then sneaked into the house.

Little Yama took the opportunity to close the door.

However, as soon as the door closed, a hand came from the side, as if to put its arm around Xiao Yanjun. Xiao Yanjun stepped aside and frowned as he looked at Ximen Qing who reached out his hand.

Ximen Qing didn't take it seriously. He just felt that Little Yama had just killed her husband and was now feeling guilty, which led to his resentment towards him.

Ximen Qing said smugly.

"My beauty, what are you still hesitating about? Your husband is dead. I'll take you to my home later, and from then on, we'll live together, enjoying every night of revelry, living a life that no one envies but the immortals."

Little Yama stared intently at this man, who was probably the most famous blond-haired gangster in the history of the Eastern Xia Kingdom, with a bellyful of words he didn't know how to express.

Seeing that Xiao Yanjun had not let his guard down, Ximen Qing spoke again.

"What? Back at the Cool Breeze Pavilion, when I was flirting with you, what did you say? That your family is just a bunch of useless, withered tree bark, and that your good looks are a waste, how can you compare to me, who's more interesting and exciting?"

Little Yama: "..."

Ximen Qing took a step closer to Little Yama, and Little Yama didn't dodge this time, which pleased Ximen Qing greatly.

"My beauty, you were even more proactive than me back then. Think about it carefully, could it be that the one..."

Ximen Qing pointed to the room upstairs where Wu Dalang was.

"...When have I ever truly satisfied you?"

"You've married someone who has never brought you joy; are you really going to live a boring life?"

Little Yama has a strange appearance.

Ximen Qing walked up to Little Yama.

"Alright, alright, my beauty, if you submit to me from now on, I will treat you well."

Ximen Qing pretended to pull Little Yama into his arms.

Little Yama frowned and turned around. Little Yama himself was not good at martial arts, but as someone close to Wuqu Star, he knew some basic close combat knowledge, especially dodging and maneuvering. It is no exaggeration to say that if Little Yama wanted to dodge, a normal person should not be able to catch him.

But for some reason today, when Little Yama took a step out, he didn't avoid Ximen Qing's embrace; instead, he was pulled into the bastard's arms.

As Ximen Qing embraced Little Yama, his eyes burned with desire. This handsome man was currently in the throes of passion with Pan Jinlian, and he couldn't feel more tenderness for the beauty in his arms. So, as soon as he held her in his arms, he buried his head in Little Yama's face.

Little Yama's hair stood on end instantly. He placed both hands on Ximen Qing's chest, trying to push him away, but the young and weak Little Yama's strength was no match for Ximen Qing's, and it was completely useless.

Ximen Qing's lips drew closer and closer to Xiao Yanjun. He was confident that if they had just had three more intimate encounters, the beautiful woman in front of him would lose all her guard and remember their intimate relationship.

"Oh!"

Just before he was about to make physical contact with Xiao Yanjun, Ximen Qing, his eyes filled with love, suddenly released his arms from Xiao Yanjun and collapsed softly to the ground.

Zhou Yan, holding a stick, emerged from behind Ximen Qing. The young man looked at Xiao Yanjun strangely.

"Seriously, Brother Yan, I felt like I was watching a real-life adult film just now."

Little Yama spat and kicked Ximen Qing.

"Damn it, has this guy lost his mind? Wu Dalang is still alive up there, and he comes in and starts messing with another man's wife?! Isn't he afraid that Wu Dalang will sense something's wrong and come down to find out about this adulterous couple?!"

This kind of plot, where the husband is still on top, acting like he's dying, while the wife is having an affair with her lover, is too much like a hentai movie.

Zhou Yan chuckled. The young man walked to Ximen Qing's side, lifted Ximen Qing up, and then asked Little Yama.

What do we do with this thing?

Little Yama stroked his chin.

"Xiao Yan, how long will it take for you to awaken?"

"One day."

"Can you use your transformation technique to turn Ximen Qing into a woman a day from now?"

Zhou Yan: "..."

Little Yama said with great enthusiasm.

"Remember to raise Ximen Qing's sensitivity to the highest level..."

"Brother Yan, you've been watching too many imperial uncle movies. People don't become obedient just because of that kind of thing..."

"Damn it, you dare mess with me? I'll make her stick bamboo skewers into her fingers and toes while she's in her most sensitive state!"

"Hmm?"

Just as Little Yama was thinking about the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty, he looked at Zhou Yan. (He slipped away.)

Zhou Yan: "..."

Little Yama was delighted.

"Xiao Yan, what are you thinking? Increased sensitivity is obviously for torture." (Shen)

Zhou Yan chuckled dryly. Si

"Didn't you say, Brother Yan, that you wanted to turn Ximen Qing into a woman?"

Little Yama nodded.

"Otherwise what? Don't you know that women have a stronger sense of shame and humiliation than men? For women, being naked is an extremely serious humiliation."

Little Yama nodded his chin at Ximen Qing, who was in Zhou Yan's arms.