Lu Xueqi quickly said, "Junior Brother, I'll help you investigate Ye Mingyuan's matter, but right now, Senior Sister has sothing urgent that needs your help!"
"What's up, Senior Sister?" Ye Beichen asked curiously.
Seeing that Ye Beichen's attention was diverted, Lu Xueqi no longer hid the truth.
"In a few days, there's going to be an international military conference."
"This is a global military conference, and all the world-class countries you know will send representatives!"
"Dragon Nation, Wolf Nation, Eagle Nation, Bear Nation, the Island Nation of the East, and so on..."
"Of course, the prerequisite is that the participants must be soldiers under 30," Lu Xueqi said, smiling at Ye Beichen.
Ye Beichen looked helpless. "Eighth Senior Sister, I get what you an."
"You want to participate in the military conference, right?"
"Junior Brother, please help out," Lu Xueqi said with a coquettish expression, wrapping her arm around Ye Beichen's. "Senior Sister doesn't need you to get first place, just co back with a top ten ranking."
Her chest brushed against his arm a couple of tis.
If others from Dragon Soul saw this, they would be utterly shocked.
"Ahem!"
Wang Ruyan coughed twice, looking indignant. "So people should be more mindful."
"There's a third person here."
"I advise you to mind your own business."
Lu Xueqi glared at Wang Ruyan.
Wang Ruyan felt a bit frustrated. Who asked her to be the Senior Sister?
Forget it, forget it!
I'll endure it!
Ye Beichen hesitated a bit. "Eighth Senior Sister, what exactly is your identity?"
"Tenth Senior Sister being the War God of Dragon Soul is one thing."
"But why do I feel like your status is even higher than Tenth Senior Sister's?"
Lu Xueqi gave an elegant lady's smile. "Junior Brother, you figured it out."
"Well, I have so seniority in Dragon Soul. They all call the Grand Marshal."
"Pfft—!"
Ye Beichen nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Eighth Senior Sister is actually the Grand Marshal of Dragon Soul!
Damn!
This is unbelievable!
"Eighth Senior Sister, you..." Ye Beichen was dumbfounded.
Lu Xueqi extended a hand to lift Ye Beichen's chin. "Junior Brother, don't be surprised. None of your Senior Sisters are ordinary people."
"Eighth Senior Sister being a re Grand Marshal is nothing."
"What?"
Ye Beichen was a bit dazed. "Then our masters must be terrifying old monsters too?"
Ye Beichen recalled.
When he left the mountain.
Those old monsters could all 'brag' better than the last!
Now it seems, maybe it wasn't bragging, perhaps it was all true.
While Ye Beichen was in a daze, Lu Xueqi took a folder from a drawer nearby and casually opened it.
It was actually a red-sealed docunt from Dragon Nation!
"Junior Brother, it's decided."
"This is your appointnt letter. From now on, you are the... Major General of Dragon Soul..." Lu Xueqi glanced at the red-sealed docunt, then frowned.
"Major General?"
"Isn't that too low?"
"No way!"
Lu Xueqi looked displeased, picked up a pen, and directly altered the red-sealed docunt.
She changed the 'General' in Major General to 'Marshal.'
"Junior Brother, from now on, you are the Young Marshal of Dragon Soul!" Lu Xueqi grabbed Ye Beichen's hand and pressed it into the inkpad.
"Plop!"
Stamped it on the red-sealed docunt.
"Soone, deliver this."
Lu Xueqi called a subordinate, who took the red-sealed docunt and quickly left.
Ye Beichen's eyebrows twitched violently. "Eighth Senior Sister, are you joking?"
"Young Marshal of Dragon Soul? Wasn't that a red-sealed docunt just now? Can it really be altered so casually?"
"It's fine, don't worry," Lu Xueqi waved her hand dismissively.
She then led Ye Beichen to a side hall nearby.
A table of Manchu-Han Imperial Feast was already prepared.
The three of them, Senior Sister and Junior Brothers, sat down to eat together.
...
Thirty minutes later.
In an office sowhere in Dragon Capital, the lights were bright.
A middle-aged man sat at a desk.
"Grand Marshal Lu sent a docunt for you."
Secretary Qian walked in respectfully.
Holding a folder, he stood solemnly!
"Put it down."
The man said calmly.
"Yes."
Secretary Qian dared not speak further, carefully placing the folder down before cautiously exiting the room.
Five minutes later, the man finished his work and opened the folder on the desk.
He glanced at the red-sealed docunt.
Slightly stunned!
"Huh, it's been altered?"
The man sighed, sowhat helpless, a faint smile appearing on his face. "Oh well, Young Marshal it is. It was bound to happen sooner or later."
The next second.
The man picked up the phone on the desk and dialed out. "Appoint Ye Beichen as the Young Marshal of Dragon Soul! This is top secret, and no one below the Grand Marshal is to know."
"Everything will be discussed after the military conference."
...
After dinner, Ye Beichen returned to the residence arranged by Eighth Senior Sister.
Lying in bed, Ye Beichen couldn't fall asleep.
"When I was in Jiangnan, I had a feeling that Tenth Senior Sister didn't want to investigate my own background," Ye Beichen muttered to himself.
"Now that I'm in Dragon Capital, I feel like Eighth Senior Sister is also stopping from investigating my background."
"What on earth is going on?"
"Tenth Senior Sister is the female War God of Dragon Soul, and Eighth Senior Sister's identity is even more terrifying, being the Grand Marshal of Dragon Soul!"
"If they wanted to find out my identity, they would have done so already. What's the reason?" Ye Beichen's brows furrowed tightly.
He's not stupid.
On the contrary, he's very smart!
The two Senior Sisters have nothing but good intentions for him, but what's the reason for not letting him investigate his background?
"Senior Sisters, I'm sorry, but if you won't let investigate, I'll do it myself." Ye Beichen shook his head.
Taking advantage of the night, he slipped out of the room.
Ye Beichen's senses were sharp, and he imdiately noticed several hidden guards.
Silently bypassing the guards, he left Eighth Senior Sister's residence.
Ye Beichen arrived on the street, the night in Dragon Capital was bustling, and he casually flagged down a taxi.
"Take to the Ye Family of the Prestigious Families in Dragon Capital!"
Half an hour later, Ye Beichen stood at the gates of the Ye Family.
He looked at the ancient courtyard before him, his eyes flickering, and found a blind spot in the surveillance, jumping over the high wall.
The Ye Family was large, a forr royal residence converted.
Gardens, rockeries, ponds, pavilions were everywhere.
Guards every three steps, sentries every five.
Martial artists were everywhere, in the open and hidden.
"Ghost Shadow"
Ye Beichen whispered, his movents ghostly, blending into the moonlight.
He moved quickly, reaching the deepest part of the Ye Mansion.
Ye Beichen was surprised to find that all the sentries, both hidden and visible, had disappeared!
The entire inner courtyard was empty!
Not a single person in sight!
"No, there's one person."
Ye Beichen stood on the eaves, looking down.
He saw an old man with white hair and beard, sitting like a statue in a pavilion, playing chess with himself.
"I knew you would co. Since you're here, co down."
The old man smiled.
His voice, like a fishing line, reached Ye Beichen's ears!
To Ye Beichen, it was like a thunderclap!
Yet the Ye Mansion remained silent!
No one but Ye Beichen could hear this voice.
"Who are you?"
Ye Beichen leaped down.
The old man smiled, "Ye Lingxiao."
Ye Beichen was shocked, "Dragon Nation's number one War God, Ye Lingxiao?"
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