He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

This effect isn't an active skill; it's an aura.

Passively triggered.

As long as he is there, and as long as the other person has a good impression of him and is willing to get close to him, they will be subtly influenced.

Yunyi didn't know at first either.

He simply went to the martial arts training ground every day, rain or shine.

Zhou Xiong was initially very cold to him—a prince, practicing martial arts is just a hobby, how long can he last?

As a result, Yunyi persisted for three months.

Half a year.

One year.

Three years.

Zhou Xiong's attitude gradually changed.

From indifference, to surprise, to acceptance, to...

One day, after Yun Yi finished practicing his swordsmanship, Zhou Xiong suddenly knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice:

"Your Highness, this humble general is willing to follow you."

Yun Yi was startled.

Then he tentatively asked:

"Instructor Zhou, are you sure?"

Zhou Xiong looked up, his gaze resolute:

"This humble general is willing to die for Your Highness."

At that moment, Yun Yi vaguely sensed that something had been established between him and Zhou Xiong.

It's not master and servant, not teacher and student, but something deeper...

Bonds.

He later used the same method to contact other members of the Imperial Guard.

Not everyone is as devoted as Zhou Xiong.

Strangely enough, as long as he treated people sincerely and consistently, the goodwill of the people in the Imperial Guard would gradually accumulate and eventually turn into an almost instinctive loyalty.

This is what is meant to be.

He doesn't force or control; he simply makes it easier for his followers to feel his charm and to solidify their choices.

Over the course of seven years, the entire Imperial Guard—

30,000 people.

Seventy percent of people already have a favorable impression of him.

Sancheng was willing to die for him.

Yunyi did not deliberately cultivate these things.

He simply went to practice martial arts every day, occasionally talked to them, and mentioned each person's name.

And occasionally offer words of encouragement and praise.

That's it.

But tonight, he needs these people.

The night breeze swept through the Imperial Garden, bringing a cool sensation to my face.

Yunyi's steps were steady, and his direction was clear.

He wasn't wandering aimlessly; he was heading towards the Imperial Guard camp.

The night watchman followed behind, growing increasingly panicked.

"Your Highness... Your Highness!"

He jogged up to catch up, lowering his voice, "That's the Imperial Guard camp over there; you can't go near it after curfew!"

Yunyi didn't stop.

"I know."

"So what is this...?"

"Find someone."

The eunuch was dumbfounded.

Who should I call in the middle of the night?

But he dared not ask any more questions.

This tenth prince may appear gentle, but he is actually very principled. Once he makes a decision, no one can stop him.

The Imperial Guard camp was located in the southwest corner of the Imperial City, separated from the Imperial Palace by only one wall.

Although it was called a "camp", it was more like a small military town - 30,000 people were stationed here to guard the palace and protect the capital.

For a century since the founding of the Great Yan Dynasty, the Imperial Guards have never made a mistake.

Because those who can command the Imperial Guards are never ordinary people.

The current commander of the Imperial Guards is surnamed Yue. (List of names follows.)

The given name consists of only one character: "单" (single).

Yue Dan.

This name is known to everyone in Kyoto.

He joined the army at eighteen, beheaded the enemy chieftain at twenty, defended a lonely city for seven days and seven nights at twenty-three, was transferred to the position of deputy commander of the Imperial Guard at twenty-eight, and was promoted to commander-in-chief at thirty-two.

He is now forty-five years old and has held the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard for a full thirteen years.

For thirteen years, the Imperial Guards remained perfectly disciplined.

For thirteen years, no one could surpass him in mobilizing even a single soldier of the Imperial Guard.

Even the emperor had to ask for his opinion before he could mobilize the imperial guards out of the capital.

This person is the strongest shield of the Great Yan Dynasty.

It is also the most difficult stone to move.

Yun Yi stood outside the gate of the Imperial Guard camp, looking up at the tall banner bearing the character "Yue" fluttering in the wind.

The gate was tightly shut.

On the gate tower, the imperial guards on duty spotted him from afar—a ten-year-old child, dressed in a moon-white nightgown with a haphazardly draped outer robe over his shoulders, standing in the night wind.

"Who goes there!"

A low shout.

Yun Yi looked up and smiled.

"it's me."

The soldier was startled, and by the light of the torch, he could see the face clearly.

The Tenth Prince?

Why is he here?

And this outfit... did she just crawl out of bed?

The soldiers dared not delay, and quickly ran down from the gate tower, opened the small door on the side of the main gate, and knelt on one knee:

"This humble general greets Your Highness! Your Highness, what brings you here...?"

"I want to see Commander Yue."

The soldiers were stunned.

To see the President?

Now?

He glanced at the sky instinctively—the moon was almost setting; it was the darkest time of the night.

"Your Highness, the Grand Commander..."

"I know he's there."

Yun Yi interrupted him, "Just go and announce that the Tenth Prince, Yun Yi, requests an audience."

The soldier opened his mouth, but ultimately dared not try to persuade him further.

He knew all too well the reputation of the Tenth Prince within the Imperial Guard.

For seven years, rain or shine, he has come to the martial arts training ground before dawn every day to practice martial arts.

They train harder than anyone else, and they treat others with more sincerity than anyone else.

Of the 30,000 Imperial Guards, this prince could name at least half of them.

He called his name.

Two months ago, he was on duty at the training ground. After His Highness finished practicing with his sword, he casually handed it to him and said with a smile:

"Thank you for your hard work, Wang Hu."

Wang Hu.

That's his name.

He was stunned for a long time.

How could a prince remember the name of an ordinary soldier?

What an honor!

But His Highness remembered it and called it out.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment. This humble general will go and inform them immediately."

Wang Hu turned and ran into the military camp, his pace 30% faster than usual.

Yue Dan did not sleep.

He sat in the large tent, looking at the map of the Great Yan Dynasty laid out in front of him.

He constantly simulated various battles in his mind.

He preferred to fight on the battlefield rather than be the commander of the Imperial Guards.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the tent.

"Commander-in-Chief, His Highness the Tenth Prince requests an audience."

Yue Dan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

The Tenth Prince?

That child who comes to the martial arts training ground every day?

"Now?"

"Yes."

"His Highness requests an audience with the Grand Commander."

Yue Dan remained silent for a moment.

This child never does things the way they expect.

He could compete with the Imperial Guards at the age of seven, and could train until he was exhausted at the age of ten—now, he comes to the Imperial Guards' camp in the middle of the night to ask for an audience.

What does he want to do?

"please."

When Yun Yi entered the tent, the first thing he saw was not Yue Dan, but the map of the Great Yan Dynasty on the table.

Yue Dan stood up and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting:

"This humble general greets Your Highness."

"Commander Yue, there's no need for such formalities."

Yun Yi withdrew his gaze and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

He was in his forties, with a robust build, a resolute face, and eyes as calm as a deep pool.

He didn't deliberately exert any pressure, but just by standing there, he exuded an aura that made people dare not underestimate him.

This is the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards.

Yun Yi's mind raced.

【The Eye of Destiny】.

He silently recited it in his heart.

The next moment, the scene before my eyes changed.

Above Yue Dan's head, several lines of information that only he could see appeared—

Name: Yue Dan

[Position: Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards]

Loyalty: 65

[Evaluation: This man is loyal and righteous, a brilliant strategist, and craves battle and combat. His goodwill towards you stems from your seven years of unwavering loyalty and sincerity. However, for him to pledge complete allegiance, a sufficient reason is needed.]

65 points.

Not low, but not high either.

It falls into the category of "appreciating but not to the point of being willing to die for it".

Of course, this is also because I hadn't raised the Grand Commander's favorability level many times before.

Yun Yi understood.

"Your Highness, what brings you here so late at night?"

Yue Dan's voice was calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant.

Yun Yi did not answer immediately.

He stood in the center of the tent, looking at the burly man before him, at the calm and composed expression on that resolute face.

Sixty-five points of loyalty.

Seven years of perseverance have earned me 65 points.

enough?

not enough.

But tonight, he needs more than just 65 points.

Yun Yi didn't beat around the bush.

"Commander Yue, I want you to pledge your allegiance to me."

Yue Dan remained silent.

"It's not loyalty to the Great Yan, nor loyalty to my father," Yun Yi said, enunciating each word clearly, "it's loyalty to me."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the tent changed abruptly.

Yue Dan's eyes became deep, like two bottomless ancient wells.