Protect Our Clan Leader

"Peh, what do you know?" Zhao Tingjian glared angrily, "The reason our losses weren't huge is because Old Zhao here is bold but careful and noticed it early. If we had stayed even a moment longer, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"Su Yun relies on her status as the Eldest Princess and the favor of the Immortal Emperor to flaunt her power and make trouble for me all the time, but even letting such a major issue slip by is unacceptable. Today, Old Zhao is definitely going to demand an explanation from her. If she doesn't compensate and satisfy me, I'll take this case to the Immortal Emperor himself."

"Well, demanding an explanation is fine, I support that." Jiang Qingwen's face turned red, feeling embarrassed, "But do you really need to act like that? Are you planning to cause a scene and be unreasonable again?"

"What do you mean 'cause a scene and be unreasonable'?" Zhao Tingjian gave him a smack on the head, "This Marshal calls it 'the squeaky wheel gets the grease'! What kind of person is Su Yun? She's a stingy iron rooster. If I don't put some pressure on her, she'll think I'm easy to bully like clay. And besides, causing a little fuss to snag some more resources, isn't it all for you little rascals? To give you more survival abilities."

"You rascal, don't let that Su Yun girl being good-looking sway you. Others fear her as the Eldest Princess, but Old Zhao here doesn't even care~"

Zhao Tingjian scolded his trusted aide as he walked towards the deputy command center, planning to make Su Yun bleed heavily this time, compensating him for various losses and mending his wounded heart. He had even prepared the words to scold her.

However.

He had just stepped one foot into the threshold when he heard a girl's angry voice from the deputy command center.

"Sister Su Yun, you're burning bridges! I, Wang Yuxuan, to rescue the brothers and sisters of the Human race, kicked down the Demonic King, scolded the Demonic God—is that easy for me? I've fought for the Human race, bled for the Human race, and now you tell me to get lost, I should just leave?"

It was Wang Ying Xuan speaking.

Apparently, regarding the matter of whether to stay on the battlefield outside the domain, she and Princess Su Yun had a disagreement and started arguing right in the deputy command center.

"Yuxuan, listen to me, you're still too young, your rank isn't high enough, and you're not suited for the battlefield outside the domain. Besides, this time you've already caught the attention of the Yinchan Demonic God..."

"I, Wang Yuxuan, fear nothing! Give me the Marshal position today, and I'll return you a Demonic God Hall tomorrow."

"Yuxuan, you'd better go back to the Immortal Palace and cultivate well, don't cause trouble."

"Su Yun, you're envious and jealous! You're suppressing meritorious officials! You're just afraid that I will outshine you, today you gave me a hard time... ah~~"

Before Wang Yuxuan could finish her words, she was thrown out of the deputy command center.

Su Yun's gritted voice came from inside: "Not a single bit of the merit you deserve will be deducted. I told you to get off, just get off. It's already good I'm not punishing you for disobeying military orders, and you still have the nerve to argue? I'll get Wang Shouzhe to handle you later."

Wang Yuxuan rolled around several times on the ground before she finally steadied herself. She got up nonchalantly, brushing herself off, and cursed, "If this place won't keep me, there are other places that will. Su Yun, don't bully a poor girl; thirty years on the east of the river, thirty years on the west~~ Just you wait~ Someday, I'll suppress you until you have no temper."

This scene made Zhao Tingjian dumbfounded.

This little girl dared to rant even more than he did, boasting even more bravely—what does she mean by making her a Marshal today, and returning a Demonic God Hall tomorrow?

Such cheek, such spirit, tsk tsk~~ This girl really hits it off with him!

"Come, come, little girl, tell me how Su Yun is suppressing you?" Zhao Tingjian immediately approached Wang Yuxuan with a kindly manner, persuading her, "Don't worry, I'll stand up for you. Even if I can't, as long as you have the ability, you can develop in my East Road Marshal Mansion."

"Really?" Wang Yuxuan's eyes lit up immediately, and she happily moved closer, "Old sir, could you make me a Deputy Marshal? Give me a few tens of thousands of troops, I guarantee to return you a Demonic King Fortress!"

"Hahaha~Your boasting reminds me very much of myself when I was young," Zhao Tingjian said cheerfully, patting his chest, "As long as you have enough battle merit points, I can even give you my Marshal position."

"Battle merit points? Is three hundred fifteen thousand six hundred twenty-one enough to trade for your Marshal position?" Wang Yuxuan looked at him expectantly, beaming with excitement.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Tingjian spat out old blood, staring, "You, you, you, you said how, how many merit points?"

"Three hundred fifteen thousand six hundred twenty-one," Wang Yuxuan repeated seriously, then took out her merit badge for him to see, "If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself."

Zhao Tingjian almost fainted, feeling like he no longer recognized the words "battle merit points."

Just what did this girl do? How could she have so many battle merit points?

Did she really capture a Demonic God Hall?

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