1517 Gray Parasol Sword Sect Vengeance (1/2)

Master Guan said that these were all capable people, but Ye Xiao couldn't believe it. Therefore, Ye Xiao decided to test them before accepting them.

After all, these people were the foundation of the management system in the Monarch's Hall. Ye Xiao didn't dare to be careless. The test was hard. He was being quite strict.

Surprisingly, these people handled it easily.

The test was hard but simple. These new managers had only one thing to do to pass the test. They had to assign tasks of different departments to different people!

It surprised Ye Xiao that these men all had such sharp eyes.

It seemed they just couldn't make any mistakes. The positions they picked for the cultivators were all perfect!

There were twelve men who were merciless, wordless, and cold, and they were all in the Department of Penalty now.

These people were perfect for the job.

People were managed to work in the twelve units under the leadership of the Department of Battle. Meng Youjiang and his wife were the heads of the Department of Battle. Every unit had a leader. Every position had the best person there could be.

The Department of Intelligence and the Department of Inspection started working as well. There were definitely more men needed in the Monarch's Hall, but with the people they had now, the Monarch's Hall was running. That was a great deal.

They had a department that worked on making records, building files for every member in the Monarch's Hall.

A new organization took shape within one day.

As the Prime Leader of the Monarch's Hall, Ye Xiao actually did not need to worry about any daily affair at all. Those men would take care of everything for him.

Ye Xiao obviously didn't expect this.

The people who followed Master Guan to join the Monarch's Hall were capable and loyal, who always fulfilled their responsibilities perfectly. Ye Xiao was sure that it was the right thing to recruit all those people who used to work for the government of the City of Chaos.

If these people were so good and capable of working in the Monarch's Hall, the others wouldn't be any worse. If he let such capable people go, he was committing a crime!

The other thing that was important at the moment was more people joining the construction work in the Monarch's Hall. That concerned everybody's life after all.

In the Monarch's Hall, things had gotten busy now!

The next day, things were totally different. Some people were working on the construction work, some were cultivating martial arts, and the others took turns to work. It was getting better and better.

While everybody was focusing on working for a better and brighter future, trouble had come as well.

A lot of cultivators started to pop up and surrounded the Monarch's Hall. These were disciples of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect.

The Gray Parasol Sword Sect had sent hundreds of good men to come to the Monarch's Hall! Their men were approaching from everywhere!

An old man with white hair shakily walked through the gate of the Monarch's Hall.

His sword handle was on his right shoulder.

That was a beautiful and antique sword.

As he walked step by step, it seemed difficult for him to walk, as if he was walking on a rugged land. His old aged body seemed to be so weak that a small airflow could blow him away. However, as he moved closer, the entire Monarch's Hall was under some unknown pressure.

Some superior cultivators that had just come to the Monarch's Hall were wearing sackcloth, working, and sweating in the construction site. They were definitely capable cultivators, but they worked like a bunch of workers…

The first man who noticed the enemies was the head of the Department of Battle, Meng Youjiang.

He was the leader of the department; but he didn't look like one, because he was wearing the sackcloth as well, carrying a big roof girder to the roof of a house.

His wife, Rong Ke'er, was wearing a dress that made her look like a maid. She was helping her wife.

As the leader of the Department of Battle, Meng Youjiang wanted to make his officer look good. That roof girder was a piece of Iron Soul Wood that he particularly bought for this house!

As people said, the Iron Soul Wood was extremely hard, and it wouldn't rot in tens of thousands of years. With the Iron Soul Wood as the roof girder, the house would be full of some scent that made people calm and refreshed. That was why the Iron Soul Wood was always expensive in the market. Ye Xiao had given him money to buy materials needed for the construction, but this roof girder was way beyond the budget. Meng Youjiang thought that it was lucky to see a piece of Iron Soul Wood in the market, so he spent his own money for it.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

The roof girder was about a hundred feet long. That should be enough for a house. When Meng Youjiang was measuring the length, he sensed the hostile qi outside the Monarch's Hall.

”We have some unexpected guests!”

Meng Youjiang said to his wife, and then put down the roof girder off his shoulder, holding it with his hand as if that was only a stick.

However, that stick was too thick and too long, twelve feet thick and a hundred feet long…

Meng Youjiang was so big and tall, but he was just like a bean sprout beside the huge roof girder.

The others who were working, including the Dark Evil Spirit, Bai Long, and Lei Dongtian, all stopped and watched the enemies who came with fierce hostility.

They had been working for quite a long time, so the sweats with dirt had blurred their faces.

The old man had reached the gate of the Monarch's Hall.

Du Qingkuang was guarding the entrance, and a level two Divinity Origin Stage man stayed with him. The Monarch's Hall wasn't expanding yet, so guarding the entrance was just doing nothing. The two Divinity Origin Stage men felt so relaxed. As they saw the others working so hard in the construction site, they felt so good. ”We are guarding the gate, and it seems to be underestimating us, but at least we don't need to work like that…”

The two men stood around the entrance, pointing and laughing at the people who were working. They laughed like having a vacation.

At that moment, they suddenly felt the oppression approaching.

The next moment, they got Meng Youjiang's warning.

Almost at the same time, an old man spoke in a slow voice, ”Is this the Monarch's Hall? I am here to see the leader. Is he here?”

The voice was low but strong, and the old man was casual.