Embroidered Uniform Guard: I Can Plunder Talents Chapter 218 - 47: Is This Your First Day Meeting Me? Everyon

"General, Ye Liuyun is a Grandmaster, and a young Grandmaster at that. Shouldn’t we at least try to recruit him?"

Such a genius figure.

I’m afraid quite a few factions within the Imperial City are thinking about recruiting him. It’s not surprising that we’d have such an idea too.

"No need!"

Knowing the deputy general’s thoughts, he just waved his hand and replied simply.

As for the reason, it’s actually quite simple.

It’s useless.

Anyone who can beco a Grandmaster isn’t a fool. Basically, they all have their own beliefs they stick to. Since he’s already one of the little emperor’s people, there’s really no point for us to try and recruit him again.

So.

The General of Border Defense has only one attitude.

If you can befriend him, go ahead; if not, it’s no loss.

"Understood!"

Seeing the general’s attitude, the deputy general didn’t press the matter.

Instead, he responded earnestly and went about his business.

Within the Great Qian Dynasty’s Imperial City, there are three major powers: the Pri Minister, the Grand General, and finally, the Eunuch of Nine Thousand Years.

Pri Minister Fu Zhengqing relies on his own strength and his prestige among the civil officials.

The General of Border Defense relies on his own strength as well, and the four hundred thousand troops under his command.

As for the Eunuch of Nine Thousand Years.

When it cos to strength, he can’t beat either Pri Minister Fu Zhengqing or the General of Border Defense.

But that’s nothing—Nine Thousand Years is willing to play the dog.

He keeps the old emperor pleased, and naturally, his status is high.

Who doesn’t know that the Eunuch of Nine Thousand Years is the most loyal old dog at the old emperor’s side? You could say, as long as the old emperor isn’t dead, Nine Thousand Years’ position can’t be shaken.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

Today, Nine Thousand Years is hardly as relaxed as usual.

His only man within the Embroidered Uniform Guard has been crippled, even if not killed.

But what’s the use of keeping a cripple?

Besides.

Given the current situation, Ye Liuyun is already the Southern Governor. If he wants to plant soone in the Embroidered Uniform Guard now, it’s probably not going to be easy to get past Ye Liuyun.

Thinking about this.

The gloom on Nine Thousand Years’ face sunk even deeper.

"What a useless fool!"

To get crippled so easily—if that isn’t useless, what is?

As for whether to avenge Wan Feiliang.

Heh, that’s not sothing Nine Thousand Years has even considered.

In fact.

Right from the start, Nine Thousand Years wasn’t angry about Wan Feiliang being crippled at all.

He’s simply furious about having lost face.

"Ye Liuyun, huh? Just you wait!"

This face—I’ll get it back, that’s for certain.

As for personally showing up for revenge? That idea only flashed across Nine Thousand Years’ mind for a mont before being thrown aside.

Never mind that Ye Liuyun is now a Grandmaster. Even if Nine Thousand Years went in person, it wouldn’t be easy to deal with him in the short term.

And if sothing unexpected happened in the process—

That would truly be the most humiliating thing in the entire Imperial City.

So.

Right now, Nine Thousand Years’ plan is to wait until the old emperor finishes his closed-door cultivation—then get back all his lost face in one shot.

"Hm! As long as the master erges, none of today’s problems will remain!"

At that ti.

The master will be a Land Immortal—even if Ye Liuyun is a prodigy, what would it matter then?

"Godfather is absolutely right!"

"Godfather truly lives up to his title!"

Seeing Nine Thousand Years relax suddenly.

Yun Hu and Guan Bao, who monts ago were worried they’d be caught in his anger, imdiately chid in, praising Nine Thousand Years in unison.

"Humph!"

The just-recovered good mood vanished the mont he heard their fawning.

A cold snort.

He shot them a chilling look.

"Two useless things—what use are you to !"

"... "

Seeing Nine Thousand Years’ face change so fast,

Yun Hu and Guan Bao imdiately drooped like quails, not daring to utter a word.

When it cos to capable people under Nine Thousand Years, there are very few.

The forr godson He Long, Innate realm, ruthless in action, was Nine Thousand Years’ favorite godson—but sadly, he’s gone now.

Now only Yun Hu and Guan Bao remain.

They’re loyal, sure, but their Postnatal Realm cultivation is just a bit lacking.

"I’ll give you another year. If by this ti next year you still haven’t broken through to the Innate Realm, I’ll send you off myself!"

"Rest assured, godfather!"

Upon hearing this,

Yun Hu was the first to look up, his face full of confidence as he t Nine Thousand Years’ eyes.

"Yun Hu guarantees he’ll break through to Innate within a year and serve godfather faithfully!"

Yun Hu’s talent is a little higher than Guan Bao’s.

He’s already lingered at the Postnatal Realm for many years, and just recently, Yun Hu has begun to touch the threshold of the Innate Realm.

Given this pace, he should definitely break through within six months.

Of course, Yun Hu isn’t stupid enough to say, "I’ll do it in half a year, no need for a whole year." You have to leave yourself so leeway—if it doesn’t happen in six months, you’d look like a fool.

Wouldn’t that be dumb?

"Hm!"

Hearing Yun Hu’s reply,

Nine Thousand Years’ expression finally eased a little.

He nodded, satisfied.

Then, seeing Guan Bao still with his head bowed and silent, he spoke directly:

"And you?"

"R-replying to godfather, I can do it too!"

As he said this, Guan Bao’s face was more than a little bitter.

He doesn’t have Yun Hu’s confidence.

Given his talent, reaching the Postnatal Realm was already quite the achievent.

To reach the Innate Realm? That’d take years, no chance in just one year. Forcing himself to break through in a year—

On the contrary, Guan Bao is almost hoping sothing ’unexpected’ happens to Nine Thousand Years within the year. That way, at least he wouldn’t face punishnt.

Wait, that’s not right.

If Nine Thousand Years ets an accident, wouldn’t all my glory and wealth be gone?

Life’s tough!

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