Meng Qianxue: Who Told You Not to Pay Attention to Me!

In this world, when cultivators fought, even if one side died, the other would usually just loot their belongings.

They might cut off a head, but they rarely did something like repeatedly whipping a corpse the way Mo Yunxuan had, let alone burning it to destroy all evidence.

But Mo Yunxuan didn't care about any of that. Now that the Villain Protagonist had appeared, the Children of Destiny would probably start popping up in droves.

Once he clashed with them or found himself in competition, conflict was inevitable.

By making arrangements to destroy the bodies and evidence in advance, he could cut off the escape routes of those Children of Destiny who might try to surround and kill him later.

Though they were a bit uncomfortable with Mo Yunxuan's methods, the Generals looked at Fang Liang's corpse and still "obediently" cupped their fists in acknowledgment.

Seeing that everyone had agreed, Mo Yunxuan nodded in satisfaction.

Then he glanced at Fang Liang on the ground, looked at Gao Lan and Qiao Heng, and sighed inwardly:

What a pity. The Wei State Duke Mansion's clan rules state that the Imperial Guard only serves as a supervisory body for the Imperial City Imperial Guard and cannot enter the Imperial City Imperial Guard system to become commanders.

Otherwise, either Gao Lan or Qiao Heng could serve as Commander of Left Wei Guard.

As for selecting a commander from the Left and Right Xiao Guards to take the position, Mo Yunxuan hadn't even considered it.

Though he didn't fully understand what "forming private factions" meant or how it worked, he could at least prevent one faction from controlling two guards' armies.

Mo Yunxuan pondered for a moment, swept his gaze across the room, and finally fixed his eyes on the Left Wei Guard's generals.

Seeing their anxious expressions, he spoke in a gentle tone: "Fang Liang's actions were personal and have nothing to do with the rest of the Left Wei Guard's generals."

Hearing Mo Yunxuan's words, the Left Wei Guard's generals let out a long sigh of relief and said in unison: "Thank you for your leniency, Duke."

Mo Yunxuan nodded, sat back down in the main seat, and continued:

"I now order that the position of Commander of Left Wei Guard remain vacant temporarily. In one month, someone will take over, and I will decide the candidate myself."

Chen Wei and Zhang Tong exchanged glances at this, then both raised their eyebrows at Meng Qianxue.

Seeing the two of them move in sync, Meng Qianxue really wanted to skewer them both like candied hawthorns on a stick, but she could only sigh helplessly.

There was no helping it—Mo Yunxuan's recent display had been a bit terrifying, making everyone afraid to act rashly.

And among the generals present, she had the best relationship with Mo Yunxuan. If she didn't step forward, no one else would dare to ask questions.

Thinking this, Meng Qianxue sighed inwardly again, stepped forward, and made a suggestion:

"Duke, should the candidate for Commander of Left Wei Guard be selected from the Left and Right Xiao Guards?"

Mo Yunxuan had long noticed the three of them making their little moves—or rather, they hadn't tried to hide it from him.

But he didn't pursue the matter. At least from their behavior, their competition for military positions was still in the open, healthy stage.

No one had done anything underhanded for a position, nor had they tried to harm other candidates outright.

That was something Mo Yunxuan found reassuring. However, Mo Yunxuan was notoriously stubborn about certain things.

If there was something he didn't want to do, even the closest person trying to persuade him wouldn't change his mind.

Take this matter of the candidate, for example. Even Meng Qianxue, his valiant and spirited Fiancée, couldn't sway his will.

...Right! She couldn't!

"Ahem..."

Mo Yunxuan cleared his throat lightly, shook his head, and rejected Meng Qianxue's suggestion: "I already have a candidate for Commander of Left Wei Guard. He will arrive in a month."

Meng Qianxue didn't mind the rejection—after all, she had only been pushed forward.

Chen Wei and Zhang Tong, however, felt a bit sorry for their subordinates. After all, there were only so many commander positions, and having one open up was a rare opportunity.

The Spirit Transmutation mid-stage generals from the Left and Right Xiao Guards who were present felt a little disappointed, but only a little.

After all, treatment in the Imperial City Imperial Guard was based on cultivation level first, and military rank second.

Their goal wasn't the slight resource increase that came with being a commander—it was having the title so they could brag in front of their peers.

Thinking about how arrogant Fang Liang used to be, they wanted to try it too! Ah, what a pity—the Duke already had someone in mind.

Mo Yunxuan took note of everyone's expressions. It was a bit unexpected, but he said nothing.

Instead, he changed the subject: "Now that Fang Liang's matter has come up, the Left Wei Guard's generals must first stabilize the situation."

As the generals responded in unison, Mo Yunxuan turned to Chen Wei and the other two and said earnestly:

"The originally scheduled Imperial Guard inspection and roster verification will be postponed to one month from now. We'll do it together once the Left Wei Guard's commander takes office."

The three had no objection. A roster check was nothing—the Imperial City Imperial Guard had never falsified records, so they had nothing to fear.

Seeing them agree, Mo Yunxuan waved his hand: "Alright, meeting dismissed. Everyone go attend to your own affairs."

Since everything had been said, it was time to go home. Mo Yunxuan had no interest in hanging around a bunch of rough men.

Hearing Mo Yunxuan's dismissal, the Generals, including Chen Wei and Zhang Tong, filed out of the Council Hall in an orderly manner, leaving only Mo Yunxuan and Meng Qianxue.

Mo Yunxuan looked Meng Qianxue up and down. She wasn't wearing the same armor as the other generals.

Instead, over a dress similar to a Silver-Gray Flying Fish Robe, she wore an Apricot Hooded Armor.

This simple, understated color combination actually made her look even more striking.

Meng Qianxue saw Mo Yunxuan's unabashed gaze, and her chin, which had been naturally lifted, seemed to lose its support, slowly drooping down into her chest, her cheeks and earlobes gradually tinged with pink.

After who knows how long, the gradually calming Meng Qianxue felt puzzled—why was Yunxuan making no move at all?

With this doubt in her heart, Meng Qianxue secretly lifted her head to peek at Mo Yunxuan, only to see that he had left her alone and was spacing out.

Her stubborn temper flared up instantly, her gaze turning fierce as she quietly crept over to Mo Yunxuan, reached out her slender fingers, and twisted the flesh at his waist.

Mo Yunxuan felt a sharp pain, jumping up and shouting repeatedly: "Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Once the soft flesh at his waist escaped the clutches of that demonic hand, Mo Yunxuan finally spotted the Culprit who had caused his pain.

He rolled his eyes at the smug Meng Qianxue, "Qianxue, why did you pinch me?"

Hearing this, Meng Qianxue reached out her little hand again, making a pinching gesture and twisting it clockwise.

Mo Yunxuan's mouth twitched at the sight, but he didn't complain further.

Seeing him "obediently" back down, Meng Qianxue nodded in satisfaction.

Then, remembering his question, she turned away again with a huff and snorted:

"Hmph! Who told you to just stand there earlier and ignore me?"

Watching Meng Qianxue feign anger, Mo Yunxuan suddenly felt that the pain in his waist wasn't so bad anymore.