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

The next second, the old man was sent flying, and after landing, he rolled a few times and fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhou Yan rubbed his fist as he spoke.

"I'm putting this out there right now: even if I burn all the money in my house to keep the homeless warm, I won't give you a single word!"

Damn it, if these vampires came over, knelt down, kowtowed, and begged Zhou Yan for a way out, Zhou Yan figured he'd soften his heart and wouldn't be able to refuse. But since everyone's so shameless, then it's simple.

Zhou Yan's grandfather said angrily.

"Little Sun! You know..."

With a "thud," Zhou Yan's grandfather collapsed.

Zhou Yan's father exclaimed in surprise.

"dad!"

Seeing this, Zhou Yan's maternal grandfather called out to Zhou Yan's mother.

"Anping! Aren't you going to do anything about your son...?"

With another "thud," Grandpa's eyes snapped shut, and he collapsed as well.

The other relatives all stood up. A few with malicious intent lunged at Zhou Yan's parents, intending to grab them and force Zhou Yan to submit. Suddenly, Zhou Yan disappeared before everyone's eyes, and with him, more than thirty relatives fell down one by one.

Less than a minute later, the once noisy living room was now filled with people lying down.

Zhou Yan, who had reappeared, walked up to his stunned parents and stared at them.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Zhou Yan's mother said in a hoarse voice.

"Xiao Yan, if you do this, we'll be in a very difficult situation in the future."

Zhou Yan's father sighed repeatedly.

Zhou Yan leaned back on the sofa, took out his phone, and a minute later, more than twenty security guards came over and dragged all of Zhou Yan's unconscious relatives out.

During this delay, Zhou Yan spoke to his parents, whose expressions were becoming increasingly uneasy.

"Mom and Dad? You should quit your jobs."

Zhou Yan's parents looked at him with confusion.

Zhou Yan looked completely unconcerned.

"Delete your phone numbers and all your social media accounts, then go on a world tour. You're all so old, if you don't indulge yourselves now, what will you do when you're old?"

Zhou Yan winked at his parents.

"Go to places that are far away, places that these bastards can't find or contact, and spend your life in all the wonderful places."

"Isn't that wonderful?"

……

Ten minutes later.

Outside the villa.

Zhou Yan's parents packed their luggage, got into the car driven by the security guard, and prepared to go to the nearest luxury hotel for their round-the-world trip.

After his parents' car drove away, the head of security walked up to Zhou Yan and asked.

"Young Master Zhou? What should we do with those guys?"

Zhou Yan said coldly

“Take him to the police station and prosecute him for trespassing on private property.”

Trespassing on private property and exhibiting violent tendencies and illegal behavior can result in a maximum sentence of three years. Zhou Yan thought that sending his relatives to prison for a week or two to calm them down would prevent them from having unrealistic ideas when they came out.

Let's talk about reality.

The story I wrote about relatives robbing me is true. I've experienced it myself, and it's happened many times in my neighborhood as well.

In the book, the protagonist beat up his relatives, but in reality, most people compromise after being extorted.

My readers may find this unbelievable and absurd, but there are plenty of people who come to ask for money with such self-righteousness, and even think it's your fault if you don't give them the money.

Here's an even more interesting story: A wealthy neighbor had three houses. He kindly gave one of them to a poor relative to live in. Then, the wealthy relative lost money in his business and wanted to sell the house to pay off his debts. The poor relative immediately turned on him and refused to return the house no matter what. They got into a fight and the wealthy relative broke his leg.

Afterwards, he even went to his wealthy relative's house and vandalized it, just because the wealthy relative wanted him to return the house.

Reality has even less of a bottom line than fiction.

Chapter Fifteen: Ginseng Essence

Fire City, Vermilion Bird Garden.

The Vermilion Bird Garden is located in the Third Ring Road area of ​​Huocheng. The garden covers an area of ​​5,000 square meters and has 30 rooms. There are only 20 people living inside, but each of them is a confidant of the Vermilion Bird.

At this moment, Suzaku was in his own garden with an artificial pond. He strolled to the pavilion in the center of the pond and sat down.

A beautiful young woman behind Zhuque bowed as Zhuque stopped.

"My lord, we have sent people to contact Xuanwu. It seems that Lord Wu has really tied himself to the federal government. These past few days he has been actively contacting capitalists in other states, demanding that they pay all the taxes they owe over the past few years."

More than 200 years after the founding of the Eastern United States, the federal government has gradually lost control over the governments of other states, and many capitalists are using various fundraising and foundation methods to evade taxes.

A funny joke is that the federal government's tax bureau, which has its own army and can even storm into the houses of drug lords and mob bosses with guns at their heads and demand that they pay taxes on the money they make from their illicit dealings, can't collect taxes from the rich and capitalists.

This leads to an interesting paradox: the capitalists who make the most money don't get any, while the increasingly smaller middle class, the lower class who earn less, and the criminal elements living in slums are the main force behind the government's tax collection.

Like Da Meng, the federal government also fell into the late stages of the dynasty, facing the predicament of having the right to mint coins but being unable to collect taxes.

At this time, Xuanwu stepped forward. Led by the states he controlled, Xuanwu took the initiative to demand that large capitalists and large companies in other states be prohibited from evading taxes by any means.

Normally, at this stage of the federal government, let alone the president, even if you were the emperor of the Meng Dynasty going to places like Jiangnan to pay taxes, you wouldn't be able to persuade him. But Xuanwu has Xuanshui.

You can eat your money every year, but if the Xuan Shui (a type of acupuncture point) is cut off, you'll die.

Zhuque looked at the lake outside the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and the clear water reflected Zhuque's puzzled expression.

Why did Xuanwu suddenly choose to side with the federal government?

The girl behind Suzaku shook her head.

"I have already sent people to investigate."

"Yes, this matter definitely needs to be investigated, but..."

Zhuque stroked his chin as he paced back and forth in his lakeside pavilion.

"The four-school competition is about to start, right?"

A beautiful young woman responded.

"Yes, Lord Suzaku, I have already booked tickets to Zhongzhou."

"I heard that Bai Rusu is also nearing her end?"

The beautiful young woman smiled wryly.

"Sister Bai... has indeed lived long enough under the ravages of chaos."

Zhuque sighed. She actually liked Bai Rusu quite a bit, but ever since Bai Rusu was cursed with stupidity and chaos by Chaos, she still kicked Bai Rusu out of her circle without hesitation.

This isn't heartlessness, but rather that once Bai Rusu gets emotional, she loses her mind. So, if someone says just a few words, Bai Rusu has to reveal everything she knows.

Calling her an absolute jerk wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Therefore, Bai Rusu cannot stay by Zhuque's side, but Zhuque will not let such a beloved child die.

"Bai Ling, go prepare a plane for me. I need to go to Suzaku Academy."

"Understood, I will go and prepare it for Lord Suzaku right away."

Three hours later, Suzaku boarded a plane bound for Suzaku Academy, accompanied by fifteen highly awakened demigods.

……

Three days after the incident involving Zhou Yan's relatives.

The boys' dormitory, Zhou Yan's dormitory, 8:00 AM.

Zhou Yan had just turned over in his bed when a sudden burst of extremely grand and powerful music rang in his ears. Zhou Yan got up groggily, and next to him, Su Xiaowan, who had appeared in human form, slapped her tail against Zhou Yan's thigh.

Zhou Yan carefully moved Su Xiaowan's fox tail away, then got out of bed and walked to his own balcony.

The balcony faces the school gate.

The school gate was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and a red carpet stretched from the gate to a kilometer away. A group of luxury cars was driving in from the end of the red carpet.

At the school gate, a group led by the principal, followed by the school teachers and top students, came forward to greet them. At this moment, the background music was amplified, and classic classical music drifted in from the quiet suburbs.

Zhou Yan leaned against the balcony railing, watching the group of luxury cars stop and the awakened group led by Zhu Que get off.

Around yesterday morning, Zhou Yan saw a lot of noise on the school forum saying that Zhuque was coming to visit the top teams from the four-school competition.

Some people also posted photos of the school setting up various banners and carpets at the school gate.

Originally, Zhou Yan was too lazy to care about this, but the teachers at this school were too inconsiderate. The outdoor speakers used for welcoming people were so loud that they woke him up.

At the school gate, the principal's team met Zhuque. After a handshake, the two teams merged and entered the Zhuque Academy together.

Zhou Yan glanced at the Vermilion Bird team at the school gate.

Besides her, Zhuque's team also included fifteen guys who appeared to be bodyguards following behind her. According to Bai Ze's abilities, these people were all demigod awakeners, and all of them had an awakening level of over 50%.

However, this is not about showing off. As far as Zhou Yan knows, these demigods are here to be rivals to the top students.

Many people may not know that some national-level boxers, in order to increase their winning rate, will have provincial or weaker national-level boxers practice with them, imitating their opponents' boxing styles and fighting methods.

The same applies to table tennis. If a table tennis player from outside a particular country excels, the national team will immediately arrange for a national team player with a similar playing style to practice against the top team.

The fifteen demigods brought by the Vermilion Bird are roughly equivalent in ability and fighting style to the top ten awakened individuals from the previous four-school competition. For the next period, the top students will engage in one-on-one battles with these demigods to familiarize themselves with their fighting styles and ensure they have a greater advantage in future confrontations.

At the same time, they also need to learn various spells and witchcraft, and use every means to improve themselves in order to prepare for the four-school competition in six months.

Zhuque and the principal's group passed through a small path at the school gate and entered the tallest building of Zhuque Academy.

Zhou Yan yawned as he returned to his dormitory. After washing up, he put away the beef that Chongba had eaten and the snacks that the little fox had eaten. He then went downstairs to have breakfast.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the dormitory building, a girl with a single ponytail, wearing a black suit and black sunglasses walked towards Zhou Yan. When she got to Zhou Yan, the girl asked him a question.

"Zhou Yan?"

Zhou Yan's gaze met the eyes behind the sunglasses of the girl in the black suit. Those eyes were vertical pupils, and they were gold, exuding an extremely cold aura.

"Yes, I am Zhou Yan."

"Alright, I am Lord Suzaku's assistant. Lord Suzaku wants to see you, so please come with me."

……

The intensive care unit on the third floor of the school hospital.

Zhuque stood in front of Bai Rusu's bed, looking at Bai Rusu, whose body was covered with various tubes, with a deep expression.

The director of the school hospital said bitterly.

"Ms. Suzaku, I can only say that Ms. Bai's health condition is very poor."

Zhuque nodded.

"I understand, you've done your best."

Chaos's madness and confusion cannot be cured by ordinary divine doctors, immortal plants, or elixirs. Zhuque is already very satisfied that Bai Rusu can still live on despite being covered in tubes.

There was a knock on the door, followed by the voice of Suzaku's assistant.

"Sir, the child has arrived."

Zhuque said without turning her head.

"Let him in."

Zhou Yan entered the intensive care unit.

The boy keenly scanned everyone in the intensive care unit. There weren't many people in the room, just Zhu Que lying on the bed. Zhou Yan looked over at Bai Ru Su, whose mortality rate within a week was 90%, the dean in a white coat, and a blonde, blue-eyed, cute and soft-looking girl who was cowering next to Bai Ru Su.

Zhou Yan opened the profile page of this beautiful girl.