Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

"My dowry is comparable to the imperial treasury." Qi Xuan stood in the center of the courtyard with his arms crossed. His long, frost-white hair shimmered with a faint icy blue luster in the afternoon sunlight. His chin was slightly raised, and his tone carried the pride and confidence accumulated over five hundred years.

He waited to see Ye Tang's reaction. Any female in the empire who heard the phrase "dowry comparable to the national treasury" would at least be slightly surprised, even if she wasn't tempted.

"If I'm not mistaken, the amount of Spirit-Crossing Dew you've been drinking lately is worth at least two national treasuries." Ye Tang counted on her fingers. Two hundred million per bottle was a friendly price from the research institute; the auction price was one billion per drop. Qi Xuan flaunted several bottles a day and had already drunk quite a few. If you calculate it, two national treasuries is still an understatement.

Qi Xuan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. The Spirit-Crossing Dew was priceless, and how much money did he actually spend in the sanatorium over the years—no, his food expenses these past few days would have bankrupted the Flood Dragon Clan.

"You clearly really like my scales. You touched them several times while I was taking a bath that day and said they were so beautiful." Qi Xuan changed his perspective.

"It is quite beautiful." Ye Tang said frankly, Qi Xuan's scales were indeed the most beautiful of all the reptiles she had ever seen.

"Then why not marry this God of War?"

"My beastmen disagree."

"You need their consent to marry a beastman?" Qi Xuan's icy blue vertical pupils widened slightly. Having lived for over five hundred years, although he had never married a female, the marriage rules he had witnessed spanned half of the empire's history. Which female didn't marry whomever she wanted? Even if the male beastman who married in first was dissatisfied, he could only suppress his anger.

"Yes, I promised them. Besides, if they don't accept you and then fight at home every day, it'll be really difficult for me."

Ye Tang recalled when Chi Heng first arrived, he and You Lie fought their way from the courtyard to the bedroom floor, with bird and wolf feathers flying everywhere. She chased Chi Heng all over the courtyard with a broom, and she didn't want to relive those days.

"Besides this red-haired guy, who else is there? This war god will have a chat with him." Qi Xuan rubbed his hands together, eager to get started. He was going to have a calm and rational talk with that kid. He had lived for over five hundred years, and his ability to reason was definitely better than this red-haired guy's.

"The Shadow Hunter of the Northern Wolf Clan," Chi Heng interjected, his mind racing. On one hand, he wanted to get rid of this annoying old man—every day Qi Xuan stayed in Prison Zero, he would have one more rival vying for favor.

On the other hand, although the war situation in the Northern Territory is stable, it is always good to have an additional SS-level combatant, especially a war machine like Qi Xuan. When he arrives in the Northern Territory, those fallen beasts are not enough for him to fight alone.

Moreover, that cunning wolf Youlie is full of evil intentions and will definitely not let Qi Xuan get away with it. Killing two birds with one stone, perfect.

"Alright, this war god will deal with him first, and then I'll take care of you, you redhead, when I get back." As soon as Qi Xuan finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of ice-blue light and shot straight into the sky, disappearing in the direction of the northern border in the blink of an eye.

"Little Tangtang, aren't I smart?"

"You," Ye Tang couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to gently tap Chi Heng's forehead with her finger, "you've used all your cunning to compete for favor."

Qi Xuan was incredibly fast; his icy blue streak of light streaked across the sky, and in no time he had flown from Prison Zero to the Northern Frontier.

He did not conceal his aura; the pressure of a peak SS-level warrior enveloped the entire Northern Camp as if it were a tangible force. The soldiers looked up and saw a massive dragon stretching across the Northern Sky.

The frost-white and ice-blue gradient scales gleamed in the sunlight, while the ice-blue vertical pupils surveyed the battlefield below. The oppressive aura of a war god, accumulated over centuries, made the air in the camp heavy and tense. The fallen beasts charging towards the defensive line were stunned by this sudden pressure, their movements slowing down slightly.

"This is?! The God of War?!" An old soldier almost dropped his sword.

"Alive?!" The green recruit rubbed his eyes hard.

"Wasn't the God of War corrupted by the Fallen Beasts? The military has already prepared the obituary—" Someone lowered their voice, only to be interrupted by a colleague's elbow to the waist.

"He's recovered?!" The adjutant's voice trembled with excitement. Qi Xuan's status in the military was incomparable to that of ordinary high-ranking officers; he was an idol of all soldiers in the empire, a living legend in textbooks. When news of his collapse spread throughout the empire three years ago, countless veterans drank heavily and wept bitterly.

"Welcome, God of War!" Someone shouted first, and then all the soldiers in the camp stood at attention and saluted, their eyes following the ice-blue figure.

"Where is Ghost Hunter? This War God needs to speak with him."

"Lord War God, what do you need me for?" Youlie stepped out from the crowd, his silver-gray military uniform standing out against the grim battlefield backdrop.

Qi Xuan transformed into human form and landed before him. His long, frost-white hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and his icy blue vertical pupils scrutinized You Lie for a long while. A wolf clan, without the bloodline of a divine beast. Compared to the glorious bloodline of the Flood Dragon clan, the Azure Wolf clan was utterly ordinary. But this Azure Wolf was so young, yet it had actually broken through to SS-level. Xiao Tang's judgment was indeed excellent; this little wolf cub had some potential.

Qi Xuan put his arm around You Lie's shoulder and led him into the tent, his tone as familiar as that of a good brother he hadn't seen in years: "Let's go inside and talk." You Lie was half-pushed and half-carried into the tent, and the soldiers around him looked at each other in bewilderment—when did the God of War and Major General You Lie become so familiar?

"You're Xiaotang's beast husband, right?" Qi Xuan asked bluntly as soon as he entered the tent.

"Yes." Youlie probably guessed why Qi Xuan had come straight from Prison Zero to the Northern Territory to find him.

"I want to marry into this family, will you agree?" Qi Xuan clasped his hands together, his attitude respectful.

"..." Youlie's lips twitched. He had imagined many reasons why the God of War would seek him out—to support the Northern Frontier, to allocate troops, to discuss military affairs. He never imagined it was to pull strings. "God of War, are you serious?"

"It couldn't be more true. Little wolf cub, look at me, with this appearance, this figure, this fighting power. I guarantee you'll make a profit if I come here. From now on, when you go out to fight, just say my name, and no one in the entire empire will dare to mess with you." Qi Xuan counted his advantages on his fingers.

"If Tangtang likes you, I have no objection." Youlie dodged the question. He had already guessed that Ye Tang must have rejected this God of War, and that Qi Xuan's trip to the Northern Territory to find him must have been the idea of ​​Chi Heng, that firebird.

"Xiao Tang said you and that red-haired guy need to agree!"

"Then I disagree," Ghost Hunter replied crisply.

"Why should I?!" Qi Xuan exclaimed anxiously.

"Lord War God, the beast tide has arrived ahead of schedule, and I can't afford to be distracted right now." Youlie looked up at the beast horde that was still surging in outside the camp.

"So what if it's just a small horde of fallen beasts? This War God can wipe them out in a single move!"

Qi Xuan waved his hand, turned around, and strode out of the tent. He transformed into his true form as a dragon once more, his roar shaking the heavens, and charged towards the horde of fallen beasts.