The Marshal's Privacy

"Big business?" Fu Qingyang stared at the Void-class demigod for a moment, then said flatly, "You're here to call for reinforcements, aren't you?"

Mr. President touched the mask on his face and said in surprise, "Has a Scout's Insight technique become capable of seeing expressions through a mask?"

Fu Qingyang said coldly, "I'm using my brain!"

Mr. President shrugged. "I need the Marshal's strength. The scene of her piercing through the Twisted Realm with a single sword strike last time remains unforgettable. Never before had the world seen such stunning sword light."

Fu Qingyang's fingers twitched, and a black iron armored warrior standing in the corner strode toward the liquor cabinet with clanking steps. It poured its master a drink, respectfully presented it to him, then returned to the corner.

Throughout the process, Fu Qingyang's fingers trembled faintly, like those of a puppeteer manipulating something delicate.

"Practicing puppet control even in your daily life? Very diligent. But what a Puppet Master needs isn't meticulous manipulation—it's 'Han Xin commanding troops: the more, the better.' In that regard, you should learn more from the Sword Pavilion's Grand Elder. He can command a hundred thousand puppet soldiers at once," Mr. President commented.

"To me, the number of puppet soldiers is meaningless," Fu Qingyang said calmly.

"Your talent isn't all that great. Even if it mattered, you wouldn't be able to control them," Mr. President said with a smile.

Fu Qingyang's expression turned cold. "Is there anything else?"

Unbothered by his displeasure, Mr. President spoke in the tone of an elder instructing a junior:

"After advancing to Ruler, your Skill Nearing the Dao has reached a bottleneck. Or rather, it's no longer as useful as before. After all, a dragon-slaying technique from the Saint stage isn't quite enough at the Ruler stage, and at