?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng has military credentials and quickly learned about the radar interference that occurred last night. However, the specifics remain unknown to him—even though he is a member of the Special Operations Team, he is not the team leader, and thus only the leader has access to such confidential information. For this reason, he woke up He Muqing, who was fast asleep in her bed. While dressing herself carefully to avoid further exposure, she expressed her displeasure: "What's going on? Can't they just let me sleep a little longer?" "It's a major matter—go find out what happened last night." He simply handed her the phone. "What happened last night?" She had slept soundly yesterday, and even thunder would have been difficult to hear—let alone any energy fluctuations. Yet, she complied, dialing her grandfather's number. In her view, there was no better person to ask than Wei Qingtian; as long as it concerned the military of the Chinese nation, her grandfather knew everything. As soon as the phone was picked up, the elder had already opened up his remarks: "Wei, didn't you and Feng feel it last night? Something strange has happened in the northwest. What was once a flat expanse of desert has suddenly turned into a basin. I've already dispatched personnel to secure that area. To date, despite the efforts of a number of renowned experts, no useful findings have been made—yet several odd incidents have occurred!" Indeed, there were several such strange occurrences: First, people reported seeing a figure flash by them, only to find no trace of that person upon closer inspection; Second, a geologist had just calibrated his equipment, only for it to automatically shut down when he turned around to check the data; Third, another geologist had dug a small pit, only to discover upon completing his study of the soil and stones that his shovel was missing—searching throughout the entire region, he couldn't find it. Wei Qingtian suspected that someone had deliberately caused trouble—most likely a cultivator. Since the establishment of the Republic, numerous unusual natural phenomena have occurred, each time accompanied by the presence of cultivators. Yet these individuals remain elusive, never being noticed by the public. To the cultivators, such phenomena are typically linked with extraordinary encounters; there have even been cases where someone, once a relatively low-level cultivator, rose to become an absolute master. Of course, such events are never recorded in military archives. Outside of a few key figures, such as Wei Qingtian himself, few others are aware of them. He Mengqing frowned slightly, as if something truly had happened. She asked, "Shall we go to the scene ourselves? If it's indeed the cultivators at work, we'll make sure to issue a formal warning to them!" "Father agreed, "Then let's do that. You all stay here—helicopters will come soon to transport you to the scene. When you meet the cultivators, don't be overly aggressive. Keep your composure—harmony is always better than conflict!" "Understood," replied He Liang. The military logistics unit from Zhongyuan Province dispatched a medium-sized transport helicopter. The aircraft hovered twenty meters above the residential complex, and the four individuals climbed up via rope ladders. This scene drew many neighbors who, only upon seeing the military insignia on the helicopter, realized the residents' military affiliations. In fact, even though He Muqing, Shu Yajing, and Luo Man flew at a relatively slower pace, their speed wouldn't have been much slower than that of the helicopter—this transport aircraft only reached speeds of over 200 kilometers per hour, and it needed to land for refueling and routine equipment checks every two hours, thus wasting considerable time. Remaining calm, the four stayed inside the cabin. Lin Caivai had actually wanted to go herself, given that she had a busy schedule at work today, so she had to postpone it. Of course, she would be the first to arrive if needed. "Husband, what exactly is our mission this time?" asked Shu, the police officer, as she rested her arms on his shoulders. Qin Dashi raised one eyebrow. "Two tasks: first, figure out exactly what's down there; second, drive away the disruptive cultivators!" "How do we do that?" Romon lifted his head. "Though we're also cultivators, we actually know very little about what's going on in the cultivation world. We can handle driving people out, but figuring out what's down there seems a bit challenging." "Alright," Qin Dashi thought. "You three handle the driving out; I'll take care of the rest. I can't exactly do much more than dig a hole and take a look—maybe it's something truly valuable. Then I'll just pocket some of the benefits myself." That's precisely why he had agreed so readily. Since other cultivators have shown interest, it clearly means there's something worthwhile down there. "Absolutely no problem—I love fighting!" Shu, the policewoman, clenched her fists. "Last time we fought the White Crane Sect, we still felt it wasn't enough!" The leader immediately grasped her hands and said seriously, "This time, we're just driving people away—not killing them, understand?" "Understood," said Shu, her face expressing clear disappointment, and the same sentiment was evident on Luoman's face. After several hours of flight, the four finally arrived at the region. Three lines of defense, composed of various infantry fighting vehicles and anti-aircraft missiles, stood firm. Every soldier looked tense and alert, fully armed, and had been instructed to open fire on any unauthorized intruder at any time. He Liang surveyed the scene, shaking his head and remarked, "Is this really that serious? To guard against ordinary civilians, even a single company of troops would suffice; to deter cultivators, even a full army would be wasted!" This was a clear jab at the military leaders, suggesting that since these soldiers could only manage ordinary people, there was no need for such elaborate preparations. As a result, the attention of other countries was now firmly drawn, with at least tens of thousands of satellite images already captured of the American forces. Qin lightly shrugged and said, "There's no way around it—senior leaders are used to mass formations. If only a single company is sent, who's going to take responsibility if anything goes wrong?" Roman, wearing black sunglasses, took a few steps forward and then turned to say, "This situation seems quite unusual. Don't the soldiers feel afraid? What if something unexpected happens?" He leader smiled and said, "Don't worry. Usually, when carrying out special missions, leaders ask soldiers to write wills. Of course, this is more of a superficial practice, but the soldiers have enthusiastically embraced it for several decades.