He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Upon hearing this, Crown Prince Rhys Calandi, His Majesty Rhys Landor, and the three Marshals all showed a hint of sadness in their eyes.

The Flame Lion was captured by the three marshals together, and they have been unable to tame it.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have abandoned it to frame General Holland.

They all knew how tough the Flame Lion Crimson Flame was.

She was arrogant and domineering towards them, but turned around and fawned over Holland.

The group of people were filled with mixed feelings.

Noticing the odd expressions on everyone's faces, Elder Lin spoke up to explain, "Chi Yan wasn't trying to charm General Huo."

"It was aiming for the soul beast on General Huo's chest."

Crown Prince Rhys Calandi, His Majesty Rhys Landor, and the three marshals felt slightly better upon hearing this.

On second thought, the little beast in Holland's arms was very likely a legendary level ten king beast.

My mood, which had just started to improve, plummeted again.

Marshal Li stepped forward, a smile on his face, but his words were extremely impolite: "General Holland, a level ten king beast can control all alien beasts and should rightfully belong to the Empire. I urge General Holland to consider the overall situation and hand it over to the Empire."

The other two imperial marshals, who had remained silent out of respect for their status, finally couldn't help but speak up and echoed, "Marshal Li is right."

"General Huo, a level ten king beast should not be owned by an individual."

These words were even more impolite, carrying both overt and covert condemnation.

It was as if Holland would be a traitor to the empire if he didn't hand over his soul beast.

Hawthorne was so angry that his face turned red, but he couldn't find a reason to refute her.

Hoggia smiled nonchalantly and said bluntly, "Marshals, you are mistaken."

"A so-called contracted soul beast is one that swears an oath with its soul to form a contract, accompanying each other for life and never abandoning each other."

"Not to mention, it's not yet possible to confirm whether the little white beast is a level ten king beast."

"Even if it is, so what?"

"It's already my brother's contracted soul beast."

"Could it be that you all intend to seize the contracted soul beasts of the Imperial citizens?"

"As everyone knows, a beast that steals a person's soul is like killing their parents; such hatred is irreconcilable."

"Could it be that you all intend to break the law, or that you think the Huo family has no one to rely on?"

Marshal Li's eyes sharpened, and he looked past Huo Gezhi at Huo Sang, avoiding the main point, and said, "Huo Sang, Patriarch Huo, is that what you think too?"

"The young Huo family member is ignorant and incompetent, and speaks arrogantly, but we can let it go."

"However, if Patriarch Huo thinks the same way, then we have to question the Huo family's loyalty to the empire."

Nestled against Hollande's chest, Xiao Xuan nodded its little head repeatedly. It was still not quite used to its current body and was always drowsy.

Holland felt a small, warm lump against his chest.

Hearing Xiaozhi's angry rebuttal.

A smile played on his lips.

"Marshal Li, there's no need to use this opportunity to threaten my second uncle. I am the head of the Huo family now. If you have any problems, come at me."

"I'll say it again, Xiao...Xuan, I will not hand him over to you."

Holland's calm voice rang out.

His imposing presence was in no way inferior to His Majesty Rhys Landor or the three roaring marshals.

The tone left no room for doubt.

As she finished speaking, she gently tapped her chest with her fingertip, where the little white ball of fur was quietly fast asleep.

Instinctively, Xiao Xuan stuck out his pink little tongue and licked the fingers that were messing around on the tip of his nose.

A strange sensation spread from his fingertips throughout his body. Holland's ears turned red, and he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

The three marshals exchanged a glance, then turned to look at His Majesty Rhys Landor.

His Majesty Rhys Landor nodded to the three of them.

The next moment, three enormous soul beasts were released; all of them were level eight soul beasts.

The fiery lion, which had been rolling around on the ground trying to look cute, suddenly flipped itself up and stood up.