1651: The Prime Guardian

The Prime Guardian

Erhuo said, "Master, you have to understand. You can't just let anybody to be your steward. A steward only follows the lead of the owner of the house. Think about your Uncle Song. Even you, the young lord in the house was under his control. A steward controls everything in the house. You know that old man for just a few days. How can you let him be your steward? He doesn't have a powerful background. He may get his power back, but that doesn't make him great. He is not good enough to be your steward. Don't make the same mistake ever again!"2

Ye Xiao shook his head and didn't continue the conversation. However, after that, he never asked anybody else to be his steward again!

Chihuo didn't know that he had made the worst decision in his life!

'I used to have a chance to be a steward, and I turned it down. As the chance is gone, I regret it so much. That must be the most painful thing in the world. If I can have another chance, I will say I do!'

'If I am asked how long I would like to be his steward, I will say forever!'

Chihuo didn't know what he had just missed. He was blank for a while and then they shook hands. Chihuo gritted his teeth and said, "From now on, my life belongs to you…"

Ye Xiao said, "I will make sure you feel lucky about this. You are honest with me, so I am going to be honest with you too. I am weak, and that is why I would recruit you. You should feel lucky to have this opportunity! Giving your life into my hands is the best decision you made. I am sure nobody else in the world would give you a better offer than this."

Ye Xiao smiled and said, "The Prime Guardian of the Monarch's Hall… What a great title!"

"That's right." Chihuo smirked and said, "A Prime Guardian of an organization of the people who were all lower than level seven of the Saint Origin Stage."

Ye Xiao blandly smiled and said, "Well, you have a pair of sharp eyes, Old Huo."

Chihuo felt like he had just made a wrong choice.

'There seems to be something wrong… Why did he call me Old Huo? Why not just call me Master Chihuo?'

"Prime Guardian Chihuo…" Ye Xiao turned over and then turned over again.

"Yes? Lord Monarch?" Chihuo answered.

"Hmm. We don't have enough men, so I am afraid you, my Prime Guardian, must hold a concurrent post…" Ye Xiao said, "Here is my final decision. The Prime Guardian Chihuo holds a concurrent post as the steward of the Monarch's Hall."

After that, he left quickly.

"I… Wait…" Chihuo saw Ye Xiao leave, and he was shocked. "Damn!"

No matter what choice he had made, he would have worked as the Prime Guardian and the Steward at the same time.

He was either the Steward and the part-time Prime Guardian or the Prime Guardian and the part-time Steward…

"Bastard! That is squeezing me… That is unreasonable!" Chihuo felt fooled.

However, he didn't know that a part-time Steward was totally different from the official Steward!

(Offscreen Voice: Erhuo laughed and said, "Master is clever. That was a clever change. A steward of him and a steward of the Monarch's Hall are two totally different positions. It is none of my business as long as the man is not his personal steward. The steward of the Monarch's Hall only takes responsibility for the Monarch's Hall affairs!")

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The next day, a ceremony was held to celebrate Chihuo being the Prime Guardian of the Monarch's Hall.

Chihuo looked at the other two men who were in equal positions as him, and he humphed.

Chihuo was the Prime Guardian. Meng Youjiang was the Head of all Departments. Bu Xiangfeng was the Great Executor.

The Monarch's Hall had three most powerful figures below the Great Leader!

'These two fellows are so weak, yet they are actually in apposition to me. That is so unreasonable…'

Chihuo felt like he was underrated.

'I am Lord Chihuo, one of the Seven Colored Lords… Meng Youjiang used to be the leader of the Dark Wind Mountain who is only at level six of the Seven Colored Lords. Bu Xiangfeng is just a level seven Saint Origin Stage assassin… I am actually apposition to them…'

'This is embarrassing…'

Meng Youjiang and Bu Xiangfeng didn't feel happy about it either. 'This old man acts like he is the best in the world… The prick is showing off! Humph… You never know who is better without a practical fight…'

After the ceremony, Chihuo gave the first inaugural speech in his life. "Kids, we are going to stay with each other for the rest of the days. I am the Prime Guardian, and also the Steward of the Monarch's Hall… It means I will make rules on many things that concern your cultivation and supply. There will be tasks that you need to complete, and if you fail, I will make sure you regret it! We should be honest, so I am frank. It doesn't sound beautiful, but you must keep my words in mind! Do you understand?"

The audience had nothing but only anger after hearing the irritating speech.

'What the hell are you talking about, old man? Humph!'

'He just took the position and he is already showing his authority like this!'

'I would like to see what you have got!'

Chihuo might be a magician of words… He successfully offended everybody in the Monarch's Hall. What a weirdo!

Ye Xiao decided to ignore what was happening.

It wasn't any serious problem after all. As long as nobody died, he wouldn't interfere.

Cultivators in the martial world had to be courageous.

He decided to let Chihuo did whatever he wanted.

Chihuo had officially joined the Monarch's Hall. Ye Xiao took the chance to make some adjustments in the manpower structure. After it was done, he realized that the Monarch's Hall was not weak anymore…

Chihuo, Meng Youjiang, and Bu Xiangfeng were the three poles for sure, but they were not the only powerful ones. Ye Xiao had recently recruited nine Saint Origin Stage cultivators from the patients. Sixty-three men in the Monarch's Hall had reached the Saint Origin Stage after cultivating for half a year.

Rong Ke'er, Meng Youjiang's wife, had reached the sixth level of the Saint Origin Stage. She and Meng Youjiang were almost equal. That was not so surprising though!

In the end, Ye Xiao himself had become a Saint Origin Stage cultivator already. The Monarch's Hall had seventy-seven Saint Origin Stage cultivators in total!

There were six hundred and seventy people who were beyond the eighth level of the Divinity Origin Stage.

The weakest was at level five of the Divinity Origin Stage.

The Monarch's Hall had two thousand good men.

It had become an influential force already.

It was time to get the men out for some practice…

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