Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

Ye Tang's uniqueness will inevitably attract the attention of those reclusive powerful families sooner or later. At that time, it won't just be him and Chi Heng; it would be best to recruit several reliable fighters to stand behind Ye Tang. Although Jing Yao stole his hotpot and exploited his labor, he is an upright person and has absolute authority in the White Tiger Clan.

Moreover, Ye Tang likes round-haired characters, and Jing Yao's appearance would definitely pass her test. If Ye Tang really liked him, letting Jing Yao into the family wouldn't be out of the question. But right now, this marshal is stuck at the S-level combat power level, which is really not enough compared to that group of SS-level old monsters.

"You're really that magnanimous?" Jing Yao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Marshal, I am a soldier of the Empire. I am well aware of the Imperial regulations—I cannot monopolize the Empress's favor. Tangtang respects my feelings, and I must also consider her needs." Youlie's voice was not loud, but every word was clear and sincere.

"No wonder the warden chose you." Jing Yao certainly knew the rules and laws. He was taught from a young age that females were scarce, and it was only natural for a female to marry multiple beastmen. As a male beastman, he had to be tolerant.

He could accept that his future wife would marry another beastman; it was the fate of a male beast. But to actually do what Youlie did—actively finding combat power for his wife, analyzing the pros and cons, and even helping to screen potential partners—he admitted he couldn't do it.

"Marshal, Tangtang likes Yuanmao, you should have a chance," Youlie added.

"What?!" Qi Xuan burst into the tent unnoticed, his icy blue vertical pupils widening like saucers. "Xiao Tang likes round fur?!"

He looked down at himself—a dragon, scales, slippery and icy cold, completely unrelated to "round fur." ​​No wonder Ye Tang rejected him so decisively that day—it wasn't that he wasn't good enough, it was that he was born without fur.

Qi Xuan's mind worked incredibly fast; after all, he hadn't lived those five hundred years in vain. The fact that Ye Tang liked Yuan Mao was like a precision-guided energy blast, directly opening the door to his happiness.

The scales were natural, that's true, but he could modify them later. He darted in front of Youlie in one step, his icy blue vertical pupils staring straight at Youlie's silver-gray hair, his eyes burning with an unwavering determination.

"Hey Hunter, do you shed any fur?"

"Huh?" Youlie frowned slightly, not quite understanding what Qi Xuan meant, but his intuition told him that what the God of War was about to say was definitely not something serious.

"I think your fur is quite nice, thick and dense, silvery-gray with a sheen. Give me all the fur you shed, I'll make a fur coat. Then I'll have fur, I'll be Round Fur. Xiao Tang likes Round Fur, so if I become Round Fur, what reason will she have not to marry me?"

Qi Xuan became more and more excited as he spoke, his icy blue vertical pupils sparkling, as if he could already see himself standing in front of Ye Tang wearing wolf fur armor, her eyes shining as she reached out to touch his fur collar—a beautiful scene.

Youlie had lived for over twenty years, experienced countless life-or-death moments on the battlefield, and dealt with all sorts of tricky questions at military meetings, but when asked to shed his fur by a dragon over five hundred years old, his language system completely stalled.

Jing Yao stood to the side, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably. Qi Xuan's official image in the military—the imperial war god in textbooks who had single-handedly guarded the South China Sea seal for over three hundred years, refusing to retreat even a single step—was now pulling at his direct subordinate major general, begging for his shed fur to be used as coats.

It wasn't a whispered request, nor was it a drunken outburst; it was a demand made openly and confidently in front of the legion's marshal. For the first time, Marshal White Tiger felt his worldview needed a re-evaluation.

Youming, who had been leaning against a corner drinking tea and watching the show, almost choked on his tea when he heard Qi Xuan's words. He coughed violently several times, and his usually calculating mind went completely blank for once.

He knew that there were far more males than females in the empire, and fierce competition was the norm. But the idea of ​​using his rival's fur to make fur coats was something he could never have come up with, no matter how clever he was.

"Brother Youlie~" Qi Xuan drew out the last syllable, and coupled with his cold and arrogant war god face, the destructive power was comparable to a mental attack.

"Lord War God, stop fooling around." Youlie was in a real headache. Chiheng's raptor-like cuteness was already deadly enough, but this upgraded version of the fawning War God was simply too much for him to handle.

"I'm not making a fuss, look at me, how sincere am I?" Qi Xuan hugged You Lie's arm and swayed it from side to side, his icy blue vertical pupils trying to open wide and round, attempting to imitate Chi Heng's coquettish expression.

Unfortunately, he forgot that he was now in his adult form. A tall, slender, cold-faced adult male beast with an aura even stronger than Jing Yao making such a move was as devastating as visual pollution. "I already told you, from now on you'll call me Brother Xuan, or Brother Youlie~"

"If Tangtang likes you, I'll agree. God of War, please stop torturing me." Youlie really couldn't take it anymore.

Chi Heng's coquettishness is at most a visual shock, while Qi Xuan's coquettishness is mental pollution.

A war god over five hundred years old, who could kill fallen beasts on the battlefield as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, was like a little child begging for candy, clinging to his arm and waving around.

He used to think that he had already reached the limit of shamelessness by pretending to be a dog to gain favor, but he never expected that there would actually be a beast like Qi Xuan in the world who didn't care about face at all. Sure enough, there are heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people, and there is face beyond face.

"Little wolf cub, a word spoken is a word kept!" Upon hearing Youlie relent, Qi Xuan immediately changed his form of address. The switch from "Brother Youlie" to "little wolf cub" was seamless and without any psychological barrier. The fawning expression on his face instantly transformed back into the calm and confident demeanor of the God of War. The speed of his change of attitude left all the witnesses in the tent in awe.

"Only if Tangtang likes you." Youlie didn't care about Qi Xuan's change in address. He already felt uncomfortable with the God of War calling him "Brother Youlie" all the time; given Qi Xuan's status in the empire, calling him "little wolf cub" was the normal thing to do.

He was simply stating the facts: Ye Tang didn't like scales, and even if the old dragon plucked all the hair off his body to make fur, it might not work.

"Also, Chi Heng has to agree," You Lie added. Ye Tang had promised him and Chi Heng that if Chi Heng didn't agree, Qi Xuan wouldn't be able to enter the house.

"Brother Youlie~ You have to say nice things to Xiaotang when we get back, understand?" Qi Xuan immediately switched back to his underling mode, his attitude so natural that it was as if the condescending "little wolf cub" from before was just Youlie's illusion.

As for the face-changing act, Youming was dumbfounded in the corner, and Jingyao's coffee cup froze in mid-air. They had to admit that they were still too young.

"I... will try my best." Youlie felt his scalp tingle from being called "Brother Youlie" and just wanted to get rid of Qi Xuan's mental attack as soon as possible.

"Let's go home! I'll take you flying." Qi Xuan grabbed You Lie's collar and pulled him out. In the center of the camp, he transformed into his true form as a dragon. His huge front claws gripped the back of You Lie's military uniform collar. Before You Lie could say, "I can walk by myself," the icy blue light shot into the sky and sped towards Prison Zero.

The wind whistled in his ears as You Lie was lifted into the air by Qi Xuan like a package, his long silver-gray hair flying wildly in the wind.

Looking down at the forests and mountains rushing past, he had to admit a harsh truth: flying was indeed faster than running on four legs.