Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

After taking a shower, Ye Tang sat cross-legged on the bedroom floor in a vest and shorts, waving a plastic fan she had found in the Space Supermarket. There was also a small rechargeable fan in front of her, but even with both of these things combined, she couldn't dispel the sweltering heat in the air.

Summer in the Beast World came suddenly and fiercely. Although the living area of ​​Zero Prison had a temperature control system, the cooling pipes in the bedrooms seemed to be half blocked, and the air from the vents was barely there, almost non-existent.

Just as she was wondering whether to pull out another air conditioner fan from her spatial storage, the bedroom door was pushed open. Chi Heng, carrying a pillow, his long, crimson hair casually draped over his shoulders, his tail peeking out from under his robe, strode in with light steps. "Little Warden, I've come to keep you company!"

His eyes sparkled as he spoke, and the corners of his mouth turned up high; he had clearly been secretly delighted that Ghost Hunter wasn't there all afternoon. That wolf had left early this morning and hadn't been seen since; now was the perfect time to claim the bed.

As soon as Chi Heng sat down on the floor, the temperature in the entire room immediately rose several degrees.

Ye Tang waved her fan faster and faster, beads of sweat visibly pouring from her forehead. She felt as if the room had instantly turned into a sauna, while the culprit remained oblivious, hugging a pillow and looking at her innocently, its tail still wagging slightly behind it.

"Little Firebird, get out..." Ye Tang said weakly, fanning herself.

"Little warden, you've already taken my tail feathers, and you still want to kick me out..." Chi Heng moved closer to her, looking aggrieved, and the temperature rose another half degree.

His body temperature was already much higher than that of ordinary orcs—the Vermilion Bird Clan were born to be walking furnaces, and it should be very comfortable to hug them in winter. But now she was almost melting from the heat herself, and having a constant-temperature furnace next to her was simply going to kill her.

She took out a chilled watermelon from her spatial storage and hugged it to her chest. The coolness seeped through the watermelon rind and onto her skin, which helped her catch her breath a little.

"I'm going to get heatstroke, little firebird..." Ye Tang said weakly, her face pressed against the watermelon rind as she hugged the watermelon.

Chi Heng looked at her flushed cheeks and the fine beads of sweat on her neck, then looked down at his own body, which was still radiating heat. A fierce battle raged on his face between grievance and resentment.

He wanted to say that he could control his body temperature, but the Vermilion Bird Clan is naturally hot-tempered, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lower it to a normal level.

He opened his mouth as if to say, "Then I'll fix the air conditioner for you," but then he remembered that he had just burned down the kitchen that morning, and he certainly didn't know how to do such a difficult technical job as fixing an air conditioner.

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open again. A silver-gray figure walked in, stopped in front of Chi Heng, grabbed Chi Heng by the back of his collar without saying a word, and lifted him up like a chick.

Before Chi Heng could react, he felt his body lighten, and then his whole body drew an arc in the air before landing precisely on the sofa in the living room.

Youlie turned and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He raised one hand, and the Canglang clan's ability to manipulate low temperatures flowed from his fingertips, wisps of cold air silently spreading out.

The room temperature began to drop slowly and steadily, the stuffy air was replaced by coolness, and even the wind from the fan became refreshingly cool.

Ye Tang let out a long sigh of relief, put the watermelon in her arms aside, and collapsed backward onto the futon, feeling as if she had finally come back to life.

"Tangtang, I'm back."

Ye Tang came to her senses and was about to ask him where he had gone today when a stack of documents was neatly arranged next to the bedding—parchment documents, gold-embossed land deeds, Imperial Bank asset certificates, and several family crests that gleamed with an ancient, luminous energy.

Her personal terminal suddenly vibrated, displaying a transfer notification; a long string of zeros had appeared in her account balance. She stared at the number for a while, then slowly raised her head to look at Youlie's cold and calm face.

"Ghost Hunter, you went to rob someone?"

"These are my dowry items. Sign them." Youlie pushed the documents in front of her, then took out a pen from his pocket and put it in her hand.

Ye Tang looked down and flipped through a few pages. A residential property in the core area of ​​the capital—she had been asking Ling Shou about buying a house during the day, and now You Lie had simply slapped the deed in front of her.

She had 200 million star coins in cash deposits, various spirit stone minerals, and several properties in other cities. Her gaze lingered on the two lines of text: "Special Allocation from the Canglang Clan Treasury" and "Transfer of Youming's Dowry," and then she looked at Youlie.

He simply returned to the Northern Territory. He set off before dawn this morning, transforming back into his beast form and speeding back to the territory of the Azure Wolf Clan.

He didn't bother to conceal his aura when he entered; his SS-level mental pressure swept over the entire main house like a tidal wave. The pen of the Netherworld, who was reviewing documents in the study, paused, and the elders of the Azure Wolf Clan, who were in seclusion, simultaneously opened their eyes. His father rushed out of the hall, almost failing to recognize the silver wolf before him, which was twice the size it had been when he left.

When Youlie announced that he had broken through to SS rank and found a female who could help the Canglang clan break through their bloodline shackles, his father was silent for a moment before turning around and rushing into the Canglang clan's storeroom.

Not only the storeroom, but the old man also confiscated the dowry that Youming had saved for decades. Youming, who had been hastily summoned back, stood at the storeroom door, watching her father stuff the property deeds and spirit stone mine deeds that originally belonged to her into Youlie's storage ring. A rare, extremely complex expression appeared on her usually gloomy face.

The clan elders, leaning on their canes, shakily rushed over and circled Youlie several times. After confirming that his aura was indeed SS-level, they were so excited that their canes almost poked into the cracks in the floor tiles.

Fearing that the Azure Wolf Clan's wealth wouldn't be enough to impress the females and that Youlie would lose face in front of them, the elders each added their own share to the dowry, almost coming to blows. Finally, the clan leader slammed his cane on the ground, delivering the final blow—Youlie was to firmly grasp his wife's heart, and if that wasn't enough, he would ask the clan for more.

The fact that a female of the Canglang clan, who has broken through the shackles of bloodline, has taken a liking to Youlie is not only Youlie's good fortune, but also an honor for the entire Canglang clan. We must present her with the highest honor.

"Tangtang, what's mine is yours." Youlie pushed the pen into her hand again, his gray-blue eyes carrying a barely perceptible urging, "Sign it quickly."

Ye Tang held her pen, looked down at the stack of property documents in front of her that was almost a small mountain, and then looked up at the silver-haired major general who was squatting in front of her, his tail nervously wagging on the floor. Suddenly, she felt a little sore.

During the day, she was racking her brains trying to figure out how to buy a house on her own, but now this person has put all his wealth in front of her, even taking his brother's dowry.

"You Hunter, how can you be so kind..."

Youlie reached out and pulled her into his arms gently, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head. His voice was deep and steady, as if stating a perfectly natural fact: "This is what a male beast should do for his wife."

Ye Tang tilted her head up from his embrace and planted a loud kiss on his cheek. You Lie's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his tail wagged happily behind him. He lowered his eyelashes, his grey-blue eyes reflecting Ye Tang's smile, but his mind was on something else—let's see if that dead firebird still dares to say he's a gigolo.

A gigolo? Half of the Canglang Clan's warehouse was in his hands, and now it all belongs to Ye Tang. From now on, if anyone dares to call him a gigolo, he'll slap the deed in their face.