Chapter 听着元帅的诘问 Hearing the Marshal's Question

Hearing the Marshal's question, Fu Qingyang narrowed his eyes, then calmed down in an instant.

"Marshal, what do you mean by this? Yuanshi is not a descendant of the Demon Lord. He passed the test of the Tiger Seal."

Even when facing the highest leader of the White Tiger soldiers, Fu Qingyang remained aloof.

"Rule-based items are not omnipotent; all rules have loopholes." The female marshal maintained the posture of holding up the document, lightly swinging her long women's military boots on the table twice, and said:

"Yuanshi Tianzun is a good talent, very talented, and very good at clearing dungeons, but compared to the Demon Lord, he is still a bit short. Compared to me, the same is true, but his various achievements in the Transcendent realm are more outstanding than mine and the Demon Lord's.

"Based on this alone, he is full of suspicion in my eyes."

Fu Qingyang raised his eyebrows. "Your so-called 'a bit short' is your subjective speculation. I think achievements are the standard for judging everything."

Facing Young Master Fu's unrelenting rebuttal, the female marshal was not at all angry, and chuckled:

"It is indeed subjective speculation, but geniuses have a connection. For example, Guan Ya, I think she is very good, but there is a considerable gap between her and top geniuses.

"And you, for example, I think you are very mediocre. The facts prove that your talent is indeed terrible. As for the Demon Lord, although I hate his character,

"I must admit that he is the only person of his generation who can be promoted to demigod. What he lacks is time.

"Unfortunately, the Yuanshi Tianzun you value does not give me this feeling. So, I subjectively speculate that there is something fishy about his achievements."

Speaking of this, the female marshal put down the document, revealing her appearance.

In addition to 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 gem in the world.

Her eyes were large and round, with slightly upturned corners, making her look very energetic and majestic.

The eyes account for 60 percent of a person's facial features. The eyes under these white eyelashes can be described as peerless.

Her other facial features were as outstanding as her eyes. Her face was plain white, with a foundation of coldness, her lips thin and moist, her nose straight and delicate. Her temperament was not gentle, enchanting, or ethereal, but a kind of breathtaking majesty.

Coupled with those gem-like, energetic eyes, an aura of controlling the country and calling oneself lonely emerges.

This is a woman who makes people want to kneel down and shout, "Long live the Emperor!"

The female marshal's voice was cold: "You should know that for scouts at my level, subjective speculation often represents the truth."

Fu Qingyang sneered:

"I just think you've lost your mind."

The female marshal threw the document aside, her verdant jade fingers hooked, and a chocolate in the plate flew up on its own, took off its wrapper, and sent itself into her mouth.

The female marshal smacked her lips. "Then let's talk about something that isn't subjective speculation. In a killing dungeon, I saw Yuanshi Tianzun use an item of the Demon Lord. It wasn't an item of the Night Wanderer profession. In theory, it's impossible for him to obtain it. What do you say about this?"

Fu Qingyang frowned:

"This does add to the suspicion that he is a descendant of the Demon Lord, but it cannot be used as solid evidence. Marshal, I have just been promoted to Overlord, and I don't have time to waste time with you. If you have anything to say, just say it directly."

As he spoke, the female marshal had already hugged the milk tea on the table to her chest and slurped it up.

She did not directly answer Fu Qingyang's words, but said to herself:

"I'll tell you something you don't know. After the Demon Lord died, all the items he controlled, including those that the leader of the Night Rose and the master of the Taiyi School wanted, did not return to Lingjing.

"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 Night Rose and the Taiyi School."

After saying that, she glanced at the chocolates on the table. Immediately, a chocolate floated into the air and flew towards Fu Qingyang. In the process, it nimbly stripped itself naked.

Fu Qingyang waved his hand and knocked away the chocolate, frowning.

"What exactly is in the Demon Lord's character card?"

The level involved in this matter is difficult for even ordinary elders to know, but the female marshal told him without hesitation, "Do you know the prophecy of the Compass of Light? The first sentence, 'When the sun, moon, and stars return to their places...' Heh, now there are three missing one. How will they return?"

Fu Qingyang suddenly understood. "I understand. The Demon Lord controls one of the three supreme items of the Night Wanderer. If Yuanshi is a descendant of the Demon Lord, 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 Wanderer in the world is precisely the object of investment of the Five Elements Alliance, just like the Soldier Lord's Shura invests in the leader of the Night Rose.

Involving the prophecy of the Compass of Light, the level is too high. No matter how much potential Yuanshi has to be the leader of the alliance, he only has that potential.

The Five Elements Alliance will 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, from the perspective of an investor, 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 energetic eyes, saying:

"Whether Yuanshi Tianzun is a descendant of the Demon Lord remains to be verified. This is not difficult. I can detect lies that the Tiger Seal cannot. No one can lie in front of my eyes, not even demigods of the same level.

"Bring Yuanshi Tianzun here now, and it will be clear whether he is a descendant of the Demon Lord."

Fu Qingyang's face turned cold, and his dark and profound eyes turned sharp. "Then why don't you do it, Marshal?"

The jewel-like green eyes met the deep, cold black eyes for a few seconds, before the former sparkled first, curved into a smile, and 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 the opportunity that belongs to him will be transferred to the Taiyi School Master.

"If you intend to cultivate him and regard him as a confidant, then everything we have 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 sweet and bitter taste and said lightly:

"He is my subordinate, a member of the White Tiger Guard. Why should I give my subordinate's opportunity to the Taiyi School?"

The female marshal was calm, seemingly not surprised. She said:

"You should have suspected that he was a descendant of the Demon Lord long ago."

Chuan Qingyang said frankly: "Whether he is a descendant of the Demon Lord or not is the same to me."

The female marshal nodded and said, "If one day, his identity is exposed, 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 my man in life and my ghost in death. How to deal with him is my decision. Before others interfere, ask my sword first."

"Clap, clap..." The female marshal clapped her hands vigorously and praised:

"As expected of Young Master Qian, how domineering. By the way, I haven't congratulated Young Master Qian on your promotion to Overlord yet."

As she spoke, she slowly stood up and waved her hand. The bookshelves, desks, comics, snacks, etc., all disappeared.

The female marshal's palm spat out white light, condensing into a three-foot-long green blade, and said expressionlessly:

"Please, Young Master Qian, who has just been promoted to Overlord, give me, this trash, some guidance."

Fu Qingyang: "..."

Dusk, the setting sun like blood.

In the elegantly decorated reception room, Fu Qingyang's figure appeared out of thin air. His body tilted, as if he could not stand firmly, and he fell wearily onto the handmade sofa.

The handsome Young Master Qian was no longer as radiant 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 had been broken.

His leg was also broken.

His snow-white suit was covered with sword marks and had become tattered and bloody.

Fu Qingyang sat on the sofa, panting a few breaths, and then saw a golden, translucent syringe on the coffee table.

Before he came in, there was nothing on the coffee table.

The Elixir of Life is ready, this trash woman... Fu Qingyang silently picked up the syringe and injected a tube of Elixir of Life into his jugular vein.

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After his injuries recovered, Fu Qingyang grabbed the phone on the coffee table, dialed his assistant's number, and said in a cold and ruthless voice:

"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 Fool, smelled the strong aroma of food, and felt his way to the living room.

The dining table was filled with delicious dishes, including steamed crab, black chicken soup, Songhai bass, braised bamboo shoots in oil, sweet and sour pork, garlic vegetables, crispy roast duck, and stir-fried bamboo shoots.

The dishes were so rich that they could be called a feast.

Grandma was still busy in the kitchen, and the iron spatula and iron pot made a clanging collision sound.

Poor Jiang Yuer was dragged into labor and imprisoned by her grandmother in the small kitchen as a helper.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork, smacked it, and chewed it. He heard his grandmother'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 yet? We're just waiting for you to start eating."

Starting in the afternoon, 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 so pestered by him that she reluctantly said, "Okay!"

"Half an hour!" Guan Ya replied.

"You said half an hour half an hour ago. I'll wait for you for a maximum of five minutes. If you don't come, then we'll change the location for dinner." Zhang Yuanqing sent a message.

"Ugh, annoying, five minutes!" Guan Ya's message was full of reluctance.

Zhang Yuanqing shouted into the kitchen:

"Five more minutes. I'm going downstairs to pick her up."

He knew Guan Ya would definitely come. The old driver always kept her word, but she was just a little pretentious.

"Smash!"

The anti-theft door closed, and Zhang Yuanqing went out.

On the other side, in the bedroom, a gust of breeze 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 Zi and the Ghost Bride.

As soon as they appeared, the gamepad floating in front of the TV suddenly fell to the ground with a "thud."

The Third Mountain Goddess looked in the direction of the sound and saw a round, cute little baby crying loudly and crawling through the wall to escape.

"That's the little spirit servant my husband is raising," the Ghost Bride explained in a soft voice.

Old Liu Zi nodded slightly.

She had walked in the mortal world for two days and had almost adapted to the changes of the times. She had seen many novel things and understood the lifestyle of modern people.

Very interesting!

Unfortunately, many things that she thought were worth experiencing had to be abandoned because she didn't have a physical body.

—The body of a mortal was not enough to bear her possession.

"My husband is not in the house." The Ghost Bride sensed carefully and did not detect Zhang Yuanqing's aura.

The Third Mountain Goddess turned her attention to the drawer of the desk, where she sensed the Demon Subduing Pestle.

She had descended to reality at noon two days ago. Today, at noon, it had been exactly two days. Now, it was already more than half a day, and her aura was decaying every minute and every second.

"Oh, Goddess, my husband has prepared a body for you."

Just as the Third Mountain Goddess was about to return, she saw the maid Bai Lan, wearing a red hijab, happily opening the door of the wardrobe.

In the wardrobe, there stood quietly a beautiful body, so delicate that it was flawless.

The Third Mountain Goddess hesitated slightly, glanced in the direction of the living room, and pondered:

"Why not taste the fireworks of the human world before leaving?"

Not being able to eat a meal was the most regrettable thing for her in the past two days.

She only knew three of the modern people's basic needs: clothing, shelter, and transportation.

Old Liu Zi stepped out and disappeared into Xue Shanwei's body. The next second, the Yin corpse opened its eyes. A flash of golden light flashed in its eyes, and its eyes were spiritually restrained, without sluggishness or coldness.

The Third Mountain Goddess stepped out of the wardrobe, unscrewed the door of the bedroom, and came to the living room.

She carefully looked at the layout of the living room and the food on the table, standing at the table for a long time.

At this time, an old woman with gray hair came out carrying the last plate of chopped pepper fish head.

The four eyes met.

A look of surprise bloomed on grandma's face, and she said, "You're here, sit, sit."

ps: I'll update the typos first and then correct them.