No matter in the bureaucratic world or the military, things have changed now. A general with three stars respectfully salutes a major, not just with a formal demeanor, but with genuine humility—this isn't merely because Qin Feng is the favorite granddaughter-in-law of General Wei Qingshan, but most importantly, because he possesses real strength. The commander personally witnessed a group of cultivators suffer a crushing defeat at the hands of the demonic forces, yet the troops brought by Qin Feng displayed exceptional bravery. Moreover, Qin Feng himself successfully defeated the most formidable female demon. Such strength isn't something anyone can simply claim. Take our own corps, for instance—over several thousand soldiers, capable of being described as a steel tide when deployed. Yet upon first contact, they were utterly overwhelmed by the demonic forces and could barely lift their heads. Without the arrival of the cultivators, they simply wouldn't have had the time or opportunity to organize their individual missile units—mere victims of relentless pressure. Qin Feng isn't wearing uniform, so he doesn't need to return the salute. He smiles and says, "Commander, your courtesy is truly appreciated—this is exactly what I should have done." "The commander remained humble, saying, 'General Qin, what are your instructions?' The young officer raised an eyebrow, thinking how genuine and modest the commander was. 'Clear the battlefield, and deploy additional small nuclear strike teams. I'm confident the magical race will launch a swift counteroffensive,' he said. 'Understood,' the commander replied. His confidence stemmed from his deep understanding of Meili. Like himself, she was someone who always liked to take advantage and avoid losses—having suffered such a significant setback, she certainly wouldn't stay silent and return without seeking recognition. Yet one thing puzzled him: what was she thinking? Had she completely lost interest in establishing the forward base? Or did she believe that, with her and her team, they were already capable of conquering Earth and no longer needed outside assistance? Well, these questions would be better left to the reconnaissance department. With over a hundred military satellites monitoring from above, they would surely uncover some traces." The leader of the cultivators, the elderly man who had been injured, spoke with deep indignation, saying, "Qin Vice Envoy, it is our failure—we were unable to halt the demonic forces. We are truly ashamed. I am Wu Simiao, the headmaster of Wu's Sect, and these are the elite representatives from each of our sects." All of them bore injuries, though not severe; they all blushed, clearly feeling they did not live up to the title of "elite." "Master Wu remains vigorous and resilient. With the Chinese people united, we will surely defeat the demonic forces completely," he encouraged everyone. Due to active hostilities in the southwest, the national leadership has placed utmost importance on the situation and immediately dispatched a military committee led by Wei Qingtian to take command in the nation's westernmost city. At the same time, an ever-increasing flow of modern weaponry is being transported to the region through various logistical means. In this great battle, the cultivators stand out most brilliantly, inspiring national enthusiasm. The people are now convinced: no matter how powerful the demonic forces may be, our cultivators are even more formidable. In peacetime, the cultivation world would never have willingly revealed itself to the public. But now, in this critical moment, it has already been on full display—facing off against the demons in front of tens of thousands of troops. To remain composed and quiet is now an immense challenge. The public's curiosity and expectations are simply impossible to suppress. Moreover, the Chinese people genuinely need a powerful, uplifting message to rally national morale. On the dedicated flight from the Capital to the Western Capital, Wei Qingtian's complexion was not very good. It wasn't due to the significant losses of troops and supplies in the southwestern campaign, but rather because, after boarding the plane, he heard a message: several high-ranking military and political leaders had united to propose negotiations with the demonic forces, willing to cede certain interests in exchange for peace. They even claimed they were ready to sacrifice their dignity, doing things for the demons—such as helping them conquer other nations. "Those people won't amount to much," his secretary quietly advised beside him. "The nation and the people will never allow them to do that. Moreover, even if they had the opportunity, the demonic forces would have to see value in what they're offering." "The elder was briskly saying, 'I never expected there to be so many traitors now. They've only just reached our doorstep, yet these people are already eager to go down on one knee and act like grandchildren. And these are senior figures in the military and political circles! Have they completely forgotten their patriotic education? Don't they fear being remembered for generations as traitors? How thick are their skins indeed?' The secretary continued to urge, 'People are different, just as one grain of rice can nourish a hundred different kinds of people—this isn't surprising at all. In my view, these people are actually quite decent. At least they're honest about their intentions. Unlike certain others who appear sincere on the surface but harbor traitorous intentions in their hearts—these are the ones most likely to cause trouble. They're just appointed to important posts here, and suddenly they surrender, leaving everyone caught off guard." "Mr. Li nodded and said, 'That's true. At least, the people who are brave enough to speak their minds—since others have made preparations specifically against them—usually won't suffer any ill effects. You immediately dispatch investigators to check on everyone from the top to the middle levels. Don't let anyone escape. Make sure to uncover anyone with hidden intentions. I absolutely won't allow a single speck of bad grain to spoil the entire pot of rice.' 'Understood. I'll get in touch with the relevant departments right away.' Wei Qingtian felt a bit more at ease. At that moment, the cabin door opened and He Muqing entered, followed by a group of beautiful women. These women shared one common trait: their husbands were all Qin Feng. 'Grandfather, I heard you're not very pleased,' He Lu said with a smile, then sat down directly across from him, and invited her sisters to sit as well." The elder wiped his brow with a cold sweat. He had long known that Qin Feng was blessed with an exceptional charm and surrounded by numerous beautiful women. Yet, every time he saw them, he couldn't help but be struck by awe: "You're truly tenacious, Qin Feng—networking so many diverse beauties is no small feat."