Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

"Ugly chicken!" Qi Xuan grabbed Ling Shou's hair with his four little paws, leaned his body back, and used his tail to wrap around the door frame as a fulcrum, forcefully dragging the dignified young patriarch of the Sky Feather Falcon Clan from the bathroom doorway out of the living room and then out of the courtyard gate.

Ling Shou, his neck crooked and back hunched, was being pulled by the hair by a tiny dragon the size of a palm, looking utterly pathetic. "Qi Xuan! Let go!" He, an S-rank combatant, was now being dragged around like a kite by a cub that had only recently regained its senses.

"Sister, mine!" Qi Xuan let go of her mouth and then grabbed another tuft of hair and pulled it back. This flat-feathered bird was different from the little red bird. Although the little red bird was fluffy and annoying to him, he could tell that Chi Heng was genuinely good to his sister. It was obedient and well-behaved and never scolded his sister.

This flat-feathered bird has been snarling at my sister since yesterday, calling her an idiot, a spendthrift, and even daring to ask her to marry him. He'll beat up any male beast with such a bad attitude and disobedience.

"Don't think I won't beat you up just because you're a war god!" Ling Shou completely lost his temper. With a flash of silver-gray light, he transformed into a beast. The huge silver-gray peregrine falcon took off into the air with a wingspan of several meters. The wind pressure generated by its wings lifted up the grass on the ground.

Qi Xuan landed lightly on the ground, looking up at the giant bird in the sky, his icy blue vertical pupils terrifyingly calm. He had drunk several bottles of Wild Begonia Spirit-Crossing Dew in the past few days, and had just bathed with the Returning Origin Bone-Healing Liquid. The core of his spiritual power, which had been corrupted by the Fallen Beast for three years, had already been almost completely repaired.

This little bird had only recently broken through to S-rank, so to him it was no different from a flying chicken. He flashed like an icy blue lightning bolt, leaping onto Ling Shou's back, his four claws landing firmly at the base of Ling Shou's wings, and then began to pull them out.

One after another, silvery-gray feathers drifted down from the sky, landing on the grass and on the stone table.

"Can you guys just shut up for a bit—" Ye Tang came out from the living area after hearing the commotion. Ling Shou stood in the middle of the courtyard, panting heavily with his hands on his knees. His silver-gray hair was a mess, with a few tufts of hair tied in knots, and several bald patches of feathers on his wings.

The culprit, Qi Xuan, had reverted to his palm-sized cub form, obediently nestled back on Ye Tang's shoulder. His tiny horns were crystal clear, and the tip of his tail gently hooked around Ye Tang's collar, his icy blue vertical pupils blinking innocently. Compared to his ferocious appearance when he plucked Ling Shou's feathers, one was a war god, and the other a little cutie.

"Why are you arguing with a child?" Ye Tang raised her hand and touched Qi Xuan's chin. The little dragon immediately squinted its eyes comfortably and made a gurgling sound in its throat.

"Little sprout, look carefully—he plucked my feathers!" Ling Shou pointed to a small tuft of red scalp that had been pulled off his head, then turned to show Ye Tang the bald patches on his wings.

"Is it my fault?" Ye Tang shrugged.

"I—" Ling Shou was so angry he almost fainted. He pointed at Qi Xuan, whose expression immediately changed. Qi Xuan dropped his fierce look towards Ling Shou, grabbed Ye Tang's collar with his two front paws, buried his face in her shoulder, only half of his head showing, and blinked pitifully. This over 500-year-old cucumber perfectly embodied the phrase "harmless to humans and animals."

"He's just a baby. Besides, who gave you the right to talk nonsense and ask me to marry you?"

"It's your good fortune that I, the young master, am willing to marry you!" He wanted to say that countless people were lining up to marry the young patriarch of the Sky Feather Falcon Clan, and he was already showing immense respect by taking the initiative. But the words, when they reached his lips, somehow took on a different meaning. What was supposed to be a proposal sounded like a favor to him.

"Whoever wants this blessing can have it, I don't want it." She has enough with Youlie and Chiheng. Youlie is gentle and considerate, always putting her first, while Chiheng, though impulsive, is obedient and clingy. These two fluffy creatures, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, complement each other perfectly.

Is she going to marry this free-range chicken who's always contradicting her just to listen to his arguments every day? She's not short of money and doesn't want to climb the social ladder; she'd be perfectly content to be a quiet, low-key rich woman.

"Tell me, what will it take for you to marry me, young master!" Ling Shou took a step forward, his silver-gray eagle eyes filled with stubbornness.

"I'd rather die than marry you!" Ye Tang refused to budge an inch.

"What kind of taste do you have?!" Ling Shou was furious. He had already taken the initiative to speak, and she was still complaining. What was wrong with him? In terms of family background, combat strength, and looks, how was he inferior to Chi Heng? If Chi Heng could marry him, why couldn't she?

Seeing that the flat-feathered bird was still persistent despite being rejected twice, Qi Xuan leaped off Ye Tang's shoulder. In mid-air, his body suddenly swelled, transforming from a tiny creature the size of a palm into a dragon several meters long. His ice-blue scales shimmered in the sunlight, and the dragon horns on his head grew from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a tree branch.

He stretched out his massive forepaws, grabbed Ling Shou by the back of his collar, lifted him into the air like an eagle carrying a chick, and slammed him against the gates of Prison Zero. "Get out! You're not welcome!" His voice boomed, shaking the leaves in the courtyard and causing them to fall to the ground.

Fortunately, Ling Shou reacted quickly. The moment he was thrown out, he conjured wings in mid-air and flapped them several times before barely managing to steady himself and avoid falling flat on his face.

"Wow, a real dragon!" Ye Tang looked up at Qi Xuan's true form slowly descending from the sky, her eyes filled with the excitement of someone who had never seen anything like it before.

Qi Xuan landed back in the courtyard, satisfied. His body shrank rapidly, and when he landed, he transformed back into the palm-sized little dragon. He trotted to Ye Tang's feet on his four little paws, climbed up her trouser leg, and easily climbed onto her shoulder, nuzzling his head against her cheek.

"Sister, Qi Xuan is awesome!" The ice-blue vertical pupils looked at her brightly, and the tip of its tail curled happily into a small curl.

"Mmm, little Qi Xuan is the best!" Ye Tang gently rubbed his little head with her fingers. So pretty, so cute, and able to grow bigger, smaller, and even become a real dragon—who wouldn't love such a darling?

"Sister, Qi Xuan is hungry." Qi Xuan patted his deflated belly with his two front paws. He had used up a lot of energy chasing away Ling Shou, and transforming into his true dragon form had consumed even more energy.

Ye Tang took a bottle of Spirit-Crossing Dew from the spatial item shop and handed it to Qi Xuan. Qi Xuan took it, sucked on the pacifier, took a sip, and then pointed towards the kitchen with his little paw. "I want to eat meat."

"Okay, let's have some barbecue." Ye Tang led Qi Xuan into the kitchen. Chi Heng went to the yard to start a fire and set up the grill, while Qi Xuan quietly squatted on Ye Tang's shoulder, watching her take out ingredients one by one from her spatial storage.

He drank milk much slower than before, no longer gulping it down as soon as he got it, but sipping it slowly in small sips. He had never known how to roast meat properly before.

I spent three years in the sanatorium, and during my lucid moments I could only drink bitter and astringent nutritional supplements. Now I spend every day by her side, drinking the sweetest milk, eating the most delicious meat, and listening to the most beautiful songs—it's more wonderful than all of my previous life combined.