Listening to the marshal's questioning, Fu Qingyang's eyes narrowed slightly, then calmed down in an instant.
"What does the marshal mean? Yuanshi is not a descendant of the Demon Lord; he passed the Tiger Seal's test."
Even when facing the supreme leader of the White Tiger soldiers, Fu Qingyang maintained his aloof demeanor.
"Rule-based items are not omnipotent; all rules have loopholes." The female marshal maintained her posture of holding up the document, lightly shaking her long military boots resting on the table, and said:
"Yuanshi Tianzun is a good talent, very gifted, and very good at clearing dungeons, but compared to the Demon Lord, he's still lacking. Compared to me, it's the same. Yet, his various achievements in the Extraordinary realm outshine both me and the Demon Lord."
"Based solely on this point, he's highly suspicious in my eyes."
Fu Qingyang raised an eyebrow, "Your so-called 'lacking' is your subjective judgment, while I believe that results are the standard for judging everything."
Facing Young Master Fu's relentless rebuttal, the female marshal showed no anger, chuckling softly:
"It is indeed a subjective judgment, but geniuses have a connection. For example, Guan Ya, I think she's quite good, but she's still quite far from a top genius."
"And you, for example, I think you're mediocre, and the facts prove that your talent is indeed terrible. As for the Demon Lord, although I detest his character,"
"I have to admit that he's the only one among his peers who could potentially advance to Demigod. What he lacks is time."
"Unfortunately, the Yuanshi Tianzun you value doesn't give me that feeling. So, I subjectively judge that there's something fishy about his achievements."
Saying this, the female marshal put down the document, revealing her face.
Apart from a head of smooth white hair, her eyelashes were also white, thick and curled, like two small white brushes. Her eyes were light green, not the green eyes of white people, but more like a mutation.
Clear and bright, like the most beautiful gems in the world.
Her eyes were large and round, with slightly upturned corners, making her look very spirited and majestic.
The eyes account for sixty percent of a person's facial features. These eyes under the white eyelashes were simply stunning.
Her other features were as outstanding as her eyes, her face was fair, with a cool tone as the base, her lips were thin and moist, her nose was straight and delicate, and her temperament was neither gentle nor enchanting nor ethereal, but a kind of awe-inspiring majesty.
Coupled with those gem-like, spirited eyes, an aura of ruling the world and being alone in power was highlighted.
This was a woman who would make people want to kneel down and shout "Long live the Emperor!"
The female marshal's tone was cold: "You should know that for scouts at my level, subjective judgment often represents the truth."
Fu Qingyang sneered:
"I just think you've lost your mind."
The female marshal threw the document aside, her jade fingers beckoned, and a chocolate from the plate flew up on its own, shedding its wrapper and delivering itself to her mouth.
The female marshal smacked her lips, "Then let's talk about something less subjective. In the slaughter dungeon, I saw Yuanshi Tianzun using an item of the Demon Lord's. It wasn't an item of the Night Watcher profession. Theoretically, it's impossible for him to obtain it. What do you say about that?"
Fu Qingyang frowned:
"That does increase the suspicion that he's a descendant of the Demon Lord, but it can't be used as ironclad evidence. Marshal, I just advanced to Overlord; I don't have time to waste talking nonsense with you. Just say what you have to say."
As he spoke, the female marshal had already hugged the milk tea on the table to her chest, sipping it noisily.
She didn't directly answer Fu Qingyang's words, saying to herself:
"I'll tell you something you don't know. After the Demon Lord died, all the items he controlled, including those few things that the leader of the Dark Night Rose and the Master of the Taiyi School wanted, didn't return to The Way of the Extraordinary."
"According to the Taiyi School Master's deduction, they remained in the character card in some way. Therefore, the Demon Lord's descendant is very important to the Dark Night Rose and the Taiyi School."
After speaking, she glanced at the chocolate candy on the table. Immediately, a chocolate floated up and flew towards Fu Qingyang. In the process, it peeled off its wrapper.
Fu Qingyang waved his hand to knock away the chocolate candy, frowning:
"What exactly is in the Demon Lord's character card?"
The level involved in this matter was something that even ordinary elders would have difficulty knowing, but the female marshal told him without hesitation, "You know about the prophecy of the Compass of Light, right? The first sentence, 'When the sun, moon, and stars are in alignment...' Heh, now it's three missing one, how can they align?"
Fu Qingyang suddenly understood, "I see. The Demon Lord controls one of the three supreme items of the Night Watcher. If Yuanshi is the Demon Lord's descendant, then the Five Elements Alliance will definitely hand him over to the Taiyi School."
The Taiyi School and the Five Elements Alliance are closely linked. That strongest Night Watcher of this era is the object of investment for the Five Elements Alliance, just like the Cult of War's Shura invests in the leader of the Dark Night Rose.
Involving the prophecy of the Compass of Light, the level is too high
. No matter how qualified Yuanshi is to be the leader of the alliance, he is only qualified after all.
The Five Elements Alliance would not have the patience to wait for a genius to grow to the highest level. Moreover, whether he can reach that step is still unknown.
Unless everyone in the Five Elements Alliance is Yuanshi Tianzun's father, otherwise, from the perspective of investors, the choice is self-evident. The female marshal put the milk tea back on the table, sat up straight, and stared into the distance with her spirited eyes, saying:
"Whether Yuanshi Tianzun is the descendant of the Demon Lord still needs to be verified. This is not difficult. Lies that the Tiger Seal can't detect, I can. No one can lie in front of these eyes of mine, not even a Demigod of the same level."
"Bring Yuanshi Tianzun here now, and it will be clear whether he is the Demon Lord's descendant."
Fu Qingyang's face turned cold, and his dark, deep eyes turned sharp, "Then why not do it, Marshal?"
The gem-like green eyes met the deep, cold black eyes for a few seconds, before the former's gaze wavered, a smile appeared, and she chuckled:
"Because I want to know your attitude towards Yuanshi Tianzun."
"If he is just a dispensable subordinate to you, then I will personally confirm his identity. He will not die, but his opportunities will be transferred to the Master of the Taiyi School."
"If you intend to cultivate him and regard him as a confidant, then everything we said today will be treated as if it never happened after you leave."
"After all, although I am the Marshal of the White Tiger soldiers, I am also your sister."
Hearing this, Fu Qingyang beckoned, allowing the chocolate that had been knocked away to fly back. He tasted the bittersweet flavor, and said indifferently:
"He is my subordinate, a member of the White Tiger Guard. Why should I give my subordinate's opportunities to the Taiyi School?"
The female marshal was calm, seemingly unsurprised. She said:
"You should have suspected that he was the Demon Lord's descendant long ago."
Fu Qingyang admitted frankly: "Whether he is the Demon Lord's descendant or not is the same to me."
The female marshal nodded and said: "If his identity is exposed one day, then you will bear all the consequences yourself. I will not cover for you."
Fu Qingyang swallowed the candy in his mouth and said proudly: "He is mine in life, and my ghost in death. How to deal with him is my decision. Before anyone interferes, they should ask my sword."
"Clap clap..." The female marshal clapped her hands forcefully, praising:
"As expected of Young Master Qian, so domineering. Speaking of which, congratulations on Young Master Qian's advancement to Overlord."
As she spoke, she slowly stood up, and with a wave of her hand, the bookshelf,
desk, manga snacks, etc. all disappeared.
The female marshal's palm spewed out white light, condensing into a three-foot-long Qingfeng sword, and said expressionlessly:
"Please, Young Master Qian, who has just advanced to Overlord, give me, this piece of trash, some pointers."
Fu Qingyang: "..."
Dusk, the setting sun was like blood.
In a tastefully decorated reception room, Fu Qingyang's figure appeared out of thin air. His body tilted, as if he couldn't stand firmly, and he fell wearily onto the handmade sofa.
The handsome Young Master Qian was no longer as elegant as when he came. His left face was swollen like a pig's head, his right eye was bruised and bloodshot, and two of his molars were broken.
His leg was also broken.
His snow-white suit was covered in sword marks, tattered and bloody.
Fu Qingyang sat on the sofa, panting for a few breaths, then saw a golden, translucent injection on the coffee table.
Before he came in, there was nothing like this on the coffee table.
The life essence was prepared. This trash woman... Fu Qingyang silently picked up the injection and injected a tube of life essence into his jugular vein.
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After his injuries recovered, Fu Qingyang grabbed the phone on the coffee table and dialed his assistant's number, his voice cold and ruthless:
"Prepare to return to Songhai!"
The sun gradually sank below the horizon, and the night had not yet fallen.
Zhang Yuanqing handed the gamepad to Little Doubi, smelled the rich aroma of food, and groped his way to the living room.
The dining table was filled with delicacies: steamed crab, black-bone chicken soup, Songhai sea bass, braised bamboo shoots, sweet and sour pork, garlic greens, crispy roast duck, stir-fried bamboo shoots...
The dishes were so abundant that it was like attending a feast.
Grandma was still busy in the kitchen, the spatula and iron pot making "ping ping bing bing" sounds of collision.
The pitiful Jiang Yuer was drafted into service, imprisoned by Grandma in the small kitchen as a helper.
Zhang Yuanqing picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork, smacked his lips and chewed, hearing Grandma's voice from the kitchen: "Yuanzi, has your girlfriend arrived yet?"
"I'll ask," Zhang Yuanqing grabbed his phone and sent a message to Guan Ya: "Have you arrived? We're just waiting for you to start the feast."
From the afternoon on, he had bombarded Guan Ya with phone calls and text messages, telling her that if she didn't come, the whole family would go to her place.
Guan Ya initially disagreed, but she was really pestered by him and reluctantly said: Alright!
"Half an hour!" Guan Ya replied.
"You said half an hour half an hour ago. I'll wait for you for five minutes at most. If you don't come, then we'll change the location for dinner," Zhang Yuanqing
sent in a message.
"Ugh, annoying, five minutes!" Guan Ya's message was full of unwillingness.
Zhang Yuanqing shouted towards the kitchen:
"Five more minutes, I'll go downstairs to pick her up."
He knew that Guan Ya would definitely come. The old driver always kept her word, she was just being a little pretentious.
"Snap!
The anti-theft door closed, and Zhang Yuanqing went out.
On the other side, in the bedroom, a gust of wind came from outside the window, and the curtains swayed slightly.
A goddess wearing a rainbow dress and a female ghost in a bright red wedding dress descended into the bedroom.
It was Old Liu and the Ghost Bride.
As soon as the two of them appeared, the gamepad floating in front of the TV suddenly "thudded" to the ground.
The Third Mountain Goddess followed the sound, saw a round and lovely little baby, wailing and crawling through the wall to escape.
"That's the little spirit servant raised by my husband," the Ghost Bride explained softly.
Old Liu nodded slightly.
She had walked in the mortal world for two days, and had almost adapted to the changes of the times, seeing many novel things and understanding the lifestyle of modern people.
Very interesting!
Unfortunately, many things that she felt were worth experiencing had to be given up because she had no physical body.
- A mortal's body was not enough to bear her possession.
"The husband is not in the house," the Ghost Bride sensed carefully, not detecting Zhang Yuanqing's aura.
The Third Mountain Goddess turned her gaze to the desk drawer, where she sensed the Demon Subduing Pestle.
She had descended into reality at noon two days ago, and by noon today, it had been exactly two days. Now it was already more than half a day, and her aura was weakening every second.
"Oh, goddess, the husband has prepared a physical body for you."
Just as the Third Mountain Goddess was about to return, she saw the maid Bai Lan, wearing a red veil, happily opening the closet door.
In the closet, stood quietly a beautiful, flawless body.
The Third Mountain Goddess hesitated slightly, glanced towards the living room, and pondered:
"Let's try the flavors of the human world before leaving."
Not being able to eat a meal was the most regretful thing for her in the past two days.
She only understood three of the modern people's basic needs: clothing, housing, and transportation.
Old Liu took a step out, disappearing into Xue Shanwei's body. In the next second, the yin corpse opened its eyes, a golden light flashing in its eyes and quickly disappearing. Its eyes were bright and restrained,
with no sluggishness or coldness.
The Third Mountain Goddess stepped out of the closet, opened the bedroom door, and came to the living room.
She carefully looked at the layout of the living room, as well as the food on the dining table, standing by the table for a long time.
At this moment, an old woman with gray hair came out carrying the last plate of chopped pepper fish head.
Their eyes met.
A look of surprise bloomed on Grandma's face, and she said: "You're here, sit down, sit down."
ps: Will fix typos after updating.