Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

The beast tide, which was originally expected to last for another week, ended in just two days thanks to Qi Xuan's incredible skill.

To be precise, he alone reaped nearly half of the fallen beasts on the battlefield. His true form as a dragon stretched across the sky, and with a breath of dragon breath, the fallen beast horde vanished in swathes, like pencil marks erased by an eraser.

Youming and Jingyao stood on the command tower, watching the icy blue storm on the battlefield. Their expressions changed from shock to numbness, and then from numbness to complex emotions.

They added so much work for the Shadow Hunters before, but now the tables have turned. The God of War himself is doing the hard work, and he's doing it with great enthusiasm and energy that no one can stop him.

Jing Yao's feelings were particularly complicated. With the God of War also becoming Ye Tang's beast husband, his competitiveness had dropped another notch.

"Little kitten, is it you who exploited my Brother Youlie?" Qi Xuan returned to camp after finishing his work and walked straight up to Jing Yao. His icy blue vertical pupils looked the White Tiger Marshal up and down.

Jing Yao opened his mouth as if to say something, but then silently closed it again. He wasn't directly involved in exploiting the Youlie, but he had signed off on half of those mountain of missions, so he couldn't escape responsibility. Under the gazes of the adjutants and staff behind him, Marshal Baihu experienced for the first time what it meant to be speechless.

Qi Xuan didn't pursue the matter further. His main task today wasn't to settle old scores with Jing Yao, but to curry favor with You Lie. He simply rubbed two fingers together, his aloof, domineering CEO demeanor instantly transforming into that of a fawning underling, and rubbed his hands together as he approached You Lie:

"Brother Youlie~" In order to gain favor, he now calls him Brother Youlie all the time, even more naturally than Chiheng. Youlie rubs his temples helplessly: "God of War, you are a senior. When you single-handedly held off three city-destroying level fallen beasts in the Abyss Sea Battle, I had just come of age."

"Normally, I am indeed the senior. But—" Qi Xuan waved his hand, "You enter first, then you're the older brother, and I'm the younger brother. From now on, we're like brothers from different fathers and mothers, and your business is my business. If anyone dares to bully you, Brother Youlie, I'll be the first to object."

"Lord War God..."

"No, no, no, call me Qi Xuan, no, Brother Xuan. Brother Youlie, tell Xiaotang you agree to let me in, okay? I promise, if you tell me to go east, I will never go west; if you tell me to chase a dog, I will never chase a chicken." Qi Xuan patted his chest, his icy blue vertical pupils shining with sincerity.

Having grown up, Youlie had seen all sorts of male beasts, fools fooled by his brother, recruits terrified by Jing Yao, and stubborn brutes like Chi Heng. But Qi Xuan was the first person he'd ever met with such thick skin. This was probably the result of over five hundred years of life experience.

"Brother Youlie, how do you know Xiaotang?" Qi Xuan completely ignored Youlie's silence and started chatting on his own.

"Brother Youlie, you're so young, yet you're already so old. Your military uniform is too plain. I'll get you some ice silk from the Jiaolong Clan's warehouse later and make you some new clothes."

"Brother Ghost Hunter, you've been stationed in the Northern Territory for so many years, you must have suffered a lot. The Northern Territory is a terrible place, freezing cold. Look at you, you can't even get a hot meal, and you have to guard against attacks from fallen beasts all day long. It's so pitiful."

"Brother Youlie, you've lost weight, eat more. Next time Xiaotang brings you more supplies, I'll share half of my Spirit-Crossing Dew with you." Qi Xuan said, pushing the nutritional supplements on the table to the side.

Qi Xuan pestered You Lie all day long. From morning until lights out, from the tent to the mess hall, from the training ground to the command post, he followed You Lie everywhere, repeating the same few phrases over and over again—"Brother You Lie, why don't you talk to Xiao Tang?" "Brother You Lie, I'll be your little brother from now on." "Brother You Lie~"

When Youlie went to the toilet, he stood at the door and continued chatting. When Youlie took a shower, he squatted outside the bathhouse waiting. When Youlie held a tactical meeting, he transformed into human form and sat at the front of the conference table, silently reminding him every few minutes with mouthing, "Brother Youlie, remember to mention me to Xiaotang." The aloof war god described in textbooks, the legendary figure who fought three against one in the Abyss Sea Battle and guarded the sealed empire alone on a remote island in the South China Sea for hundreds of years, was now a complete chatterbox. He was so noisy that Youlie had a headache, and even Youming started avoiding him. Jingyao even disappeared under the pretext of "inspecting the southern flank defense line."

"Lord War God, I beg you, find something to do." Youlie clasped his hands together, his attitude extremely sincere. "The beast tide has just ended. The calculation of compensation for the fallen soldiers, the transfer of the wounded, the repair of defensive fortifications, and the inventory of spoils of war—these post-war tasks are piling up. Now is really not the time to talk about marriage."

Upon hearing this, Qi Xuan agreed, saying, "Fine, it's just post-war work; I'll take care of it." He rolled up his sleeves and headed towards the mountain of post-war documents, completing in less than an afternoon all the official business that would normally take several days to finish—the compensation calculations were accurate to the last penny, the wounded evacuation routes were planned more efficiently than those of the military logistics department, the list of building materials needed for the repair of defensive fortifications was crystal clear, and even the spoils of war were categorized into more than a dozen categories based on their type, value, and purpose. When the people from the military logistics department came to take over, they almost knelt down and called him "father."

Ghost Hunter finally got a moment of peace. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and lazily swept his tail across the floor.

Youming peeked out from the side, looked at the neatly stacked and processed official documents on the table, and sighed, "If this War Goddess really marries into the family, our military will never have to work overtime again."

Youlie didn't even bother to argue; he simply closed his eyes and uttered two words: "Shut up."

Jing Yao was not to be outdone. Although he wasn't as thick-skinned as Qi Xuan, the old dragon who had lived for over five hundred years, as the marshal of the Empire's Third Legion, his execution ability was always top-notch. In just two days, the treatment of the Ghost Hunters underwent a dramatic change—no need to build city walls, no need to train new recruits, and even tactical meetings changed from "must attend" to "come whenever you have time."

Even more outrageous, Jing Yao actually granted him leave for the first time ever. "You Lie, you've worked hard these past few days." Jing Yao patted his shoulder, his amber eyes full of a superior's concern for a subordinate.

Youlie glanced at him and chuckled, "Marshal, I don't work hard when you're not stealing my food." The implication was clear—the grudge over stealing food is irreconcilable, and don't think that a few days off can erase it.

Jing Yao was silent for a moment, then decided to stop beating around the bush. This wolf cub seemed honest, but he actually understood everything; there was no point in pretending any longer.

"The warden has such abilities. You and Chi Heng, can you protect her?" Ye Tang's storage ring is a bottomless pit—she drinks Spirit-Crossing Dew like water, uses Rejuvenating Essence and Bone-Healing Liquid as shower gel, and grows catnip like wild grass. These news are currently being suppressed by the research institute and the royal family, but there are no secrets that stay hidden forever.

Youlie raised his eyes, his grey-blue eyes showing no surprise. Since the Marshal had laid everything bare, he didn't mind being even more explicit: "She touched Cangming's fishtail, and the God of War also wants to get in. Marshal, if you want to make a move on Tangtang, you should first raise your combat power to SS level."

Jing Yao clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides. This wolf cub always seemed to hit his sore spot with his words. He had been stuck at the peak of S-rank for a long time, unable to break through. Meanwhile, Ye Tang now had You Lie, Cang Ming, and Qi Xuan at the SS-rank, and Chi Heng had also broken through. Even Ling Shou, that rising star, was eyeing the peak of S-rank.

He was only an S-rank, not even close to the entry threshold. He thought this wolf cub was honest, but he never expected his heart to be as black as the Netherworld. Birds of a feather flock together; there's not a single good person in the Canglang clan.

"Marshal, I'm serious." Youlie's tone remained calm and composed. The White Tiger Clan was powerful, and its overall strength far surpassed that of the Azure Wolf Clan.