Fuxi could only cup his hands helplessly. "Thank you for your patronage, Your Majesty. This humble general will remember it."
He had never imagined that he would encounter something like this one day.
Someone had dangled a grand pie before him-and the catch was that he had to bake it himself.
That was hard to stomach.
But he could not make too many demands now, or the emperor before him might grow angry.
After sending Fuxi away.
Emperor Ziwei sneered. "This Fulong really doesn't know what's good for him. When he handed over the formation so obligingly, I thought he knew when to advance and retreat. Who knew he was such a blockhead?"
He could have been a perfectly respectable Curtain-Raising Emissary, yet he insisted on fighting for a future on the battlefield.
If a future were really so easy to fight for, why would almost everyone in the Heavenly Court fear the Devil Race?
In truth, which of them was not fighting for a future?
Fuxi returned to his troops, and news of his promotion soon spread through the entire contingent of Heavenly Soldiers.
"After I handed over the formation, His Majesty promoted me to Devil-Subduing Marshal. But all the marshal positions are already filled, so there are no other troops for me to command. We can recruit our own, though. If you have friends, relatives, or brothers you can persuade, you can send them my way."
"I need to bring this force up to ten thousand as soon as possible."
Fuxi appeared very confident.
At that moment, someone dampened his enthusiasm. "General-oh, no, we should call you Marshal now."
"To be promoted to marshal, you must be a Quasi-Saint. With your strength, General, you clearly don't live up to the title. Yet His Majesty still bestowed it on