When Mei Li arrived at the scene, the beautiful fairy race leader stared at the large crater on the ground and the three dead subordinates, then asked coldly, "What method did the opponent use to kill them?" The accompanying dragon shark, closely observing the scene, trembled with its appendages, swaying back and forth for a while. "A large hammer," she said, her brows furrowed. Having fought against Chinese warriors for so long, she couldn't recall anyone who had ever used a hammer. Qin Shao had deliberately concealed his body's aura, so Mei Li hadn't suspected him. "From now on, be more careful—losing lives may be minor, but losing me will be serious," she said angrily. The dragon shark was so frightened it couldn't even lift its head, fearing that if it further annoyed the mistress, it would truly be in danger. ... Xijing, the highest military command center. Several armored military vehicles were parked at the entrance. Pei Bao stepped down from the middle one, wearing prominent dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. He looked up at the towering skyscraper and murmured, "Xiao Feng was so eager to have me come over—what exactly does he want now?" He had been called by Qin Dashi on the phone and arrived by military charter flight. Qin Feng had given him little explanation over the phone, merely urging him to arrive early. Under the guidance of several soldiers, Pei Bao was taken directly to the office area on the highest floor. As a special unit, the Special Operations Team enjoyed the privilege of occupying the top floor—indeed, many senior officers bearing three stars on their shoulders had to remain in the lower levels. In the medium-sized conference room, several elderly men with white hair were already seated. They were retired professors from the Chinese Literature Departments of various universities in Xi'jing. "So many people," Pei Bao remarked upon entering. An elder approached with a friendly gesture: "Esteemed friend, I must say I've never seen you before. Have you ever taught at that university?" "I," Hou Bao shook his head, "have never taught at a university. On the contrary, I've attended many universities." The elder was taken aback and asked, "Have you authored any books? If you name a title, I'll know exactly who you are—some distinguished scholar indeed." "Distinguished scholar," Hou Bao wiped a bead of sweat. In his mind, he thought: These elders aren't exactly scholars of renown. In fact, he'd never published a book in his life. All his knowledge remained in his mind—why publish anything? At that moment, the door was opened from the outside, and Qin Feng entered, followed by several young officers carrying things in their arms. He first smiled at Hou Bao and then said, "Ladies and gentlemen, professors, we've invited you all here to ask for your help with a particular task—one that should not be too difficult for you. I have a piece of classical Chinese text here, and I'd like each of you to help divide it into sentences and provide annotations." An elderly man asked, "What kind of classical text is it? Really, we're being asked to come all the way here for this." He said seriously, "It's a very important text—its success will be crucial to our ability to defeat the magical race. We therefore kindly ask you to give it your full attention. Of course, the government will not let you work for nothing. Each of you will receive a bonus upon completion." "Heard that there's financial compensation, several elderly professors couldn't help but shine with excitement, yet immediately adopted a serious demeanor, saying, 'Since this concerns the well-being of the nation and its people, we will give it our absolute best. Matters of bonuses and such—those are simply mundane distractions.' The officer handed each professor a tablet computer, urging them not to hesitate or wait for others, as each person would receive different content. Only Hou Bao received the complete manuscript of the 'Haotian Hammer Technique.' He skimmed it over and then looked up, quietly asking, 'Is this a martial arts secret treatise?' Qin Shao nodded in agreement, responding, 'Indeed, the content is extremely obscure—modern readers simply cannot grasp it. Our current task is to first segment the text into sentences, then translate it word by word. You will be responsible for summarizing the feedback from the professors. This task, then, is entirely entrusted to you.' 'I'm confident,' Hou Bao said with assurance." Several elders quickly shared their opinions, though they were urged not to hesitate or wait for each other. Some of their points overlapped and repeated, so a debate soon began. Qin Shao smiled and left, valuing the outcome more than the process itself. On the corridor, he just happened to meet Wei Qingshan, who greeted him with a smile: "Senior, what are you off to do now?" "What else could I do? You've turned my office into an academic conference hall—how could I not step out and find out what's going on?" The elder gestured toward the conference room and asked, "What exactly are you up to? I just saw Hou Bao enter too. Are you planning to develop a new weapon to counter the magical race?" He nodded cheerfully: "That's quite accurate. "That makes sense... wait, no, actually..." The elder immediately added, "When it comes to developing weapons, why would you go to a group of elderly professors from the Chinese Literature department and ask them to write a stirring, epic proclamation—something so powerful that it leaves the demonic forces humbled and collectively commits suicide?" Qin felt a rush of sweat, thinking how imaginative the elder still was despite his advanced age. He had to be honest: "I found a magical artifact outside the city. According to Qingya from the Inspection Office, it's a truly remarkable item. Then, on it, I discovered a set of scrolls detailing the usage of the artifact, but the content was so complex that I had to invite these old scholars to study and analyze it." "Remarkable, is it?" the elder expressed some doubt. "Of course." "He confidently replied, 'I haven't even mastered the techniques yet. Just by simply throwing it out, I've already knocked out three demonic beings. Once I learn the proper techniques, I'll definitely drive the demons into a panic.' The elder was delighted, 'That's wonderful. I fully support you. If they can't manage it on their own, I'll personally invite all the most renowned classical literature scholars across the country, and I'll give them strict instructions.' He chuckled, 'Thank you, Grandfather. I'll just wait and see—perhaps they can handle it after all. By the way, I'll go out and take a circuit around, just in case the demons come up with another scheme to catch us off guard.' 'Don't worry,' the elder reassured, 'the cultivation world has already stepped in to assist against the demons. As for the heavens, didn't the director already send reinforcements? When will the reinforcements arrive?' This was the elder's greatest concern." Qin slightly shrugged and said, "I'm not entirely sure, but Uncle Lei Feng has always been quite reliable. I hope the reinforcements will arrive soon."