?Chen Jie felt he had finally hit his father's weak spot, deliberately blinked, and adopted a well-behaved child's expression, saying, "If you don't call me that, then I won't. So, does our Xianhu Palace have any other artifacts of the same level as the Golden Bowls and the Thunder Pearl?" "Didn't...?" The Palace Master didn't want to give his son any more opportunities to squander the family's wealth, but when he saw his son about to say "lotus flowers," he quickly changed his tone, saying, "Yes, there's another one—the Purple-Jade Bell. It emits a sound that disorients the mind and can also spew out the Three-Flavor True Fire." Tao Hua was excited and said, "Then what are we waiting for—give it to me right away!" Chen Lu Jia, deeply reluctant, removed the bell from her left wrist, saying, "You said you wanted to borrow it. Once you've used it, you must return it promptly, understand?" "I didn't realize we had such a treasure at home all this time—have you been wearing it as a bracelet the whole time?" Tao H "Chen Juhua's face was turning green. She thought, "Such a fine artifact—why wouldn't I wear it on my hands? Should I wear it on my feet like a footchain?" Therefore, Chen Jie's effeminate nature is directly tied to his parents. His father, Chen Juhua, lacks masculine vigor, while his mother is a true lioness—a strong, no-nonsense woman. Since Chen Jie feels different from his mother in terms of gender, he naturally doesn't emulate her. Over time, this has gradually shaped his effeminate demeanor. "How do I use this?" he asked with a cheerful smile. "It's just like the golden bowl—very simple." "Got it. The artifacts of our Xianhu Palace are all straightforward to use," Chen Jie said, confidently stuffing the purple-gold bell into his pocket. "I'm going out for a while. This time, I'm certain to defeat my opponent thoroughly—bringing honor to both our Xianhu Palace and to Juhua, your father." With that, he leapt onto his flying sword and dashed off. Chen Juhua could no longer hold on; she collapsed to the ground with a soft thud, landing face-first. She gritted her teeth and murmured, "I hate chrysanthemums! I hate all flowers! I'm throwing out everything in the estate connected to flowers—plum blossoms, rose bushes, purple lotuses... and even tofu flowers! From now on, anyone daring to eat tofu flowers shall be dealt with according to family discipline..." When it comes to the act of surrender, this great power isn't exactly a first-timer—during World War II, it had already experienced a nationwide surrender to the Nazis, proving its deep experience. The world was stunned, as most smaller nations typically only surrendered after confirming their resistance had been hopeless. In contrast, this country saw nearly all of its military forces surrender without firing a single shot. Indeed, a true romantic capital, its surrender was so unexpected and graceful, radiating a strong sense of romanticism. Upon one command from Mirel, the remaining forces of these nations were consolidated, and their entire military inventory was mobilized and distributed to the civilian populations—within just one day, a force of over ten million troops was effectively created. Though these troops were largely composed of new recruits and exhibited extremely low combat effectiveness, they nonetheless formed an undeniable and powerful force, especially considering that many of Europe's traditional military powers were well-equipped with advanced weaponry. Just when everyone was anxious, uncertain about what fate would bring, the First Official Command from the Magic Race was issued: All armies were to leave Europe and proceed to Africa, where they were to conquer the continent within fifteen days. Everyone was stunned—over ten million troops, let alone conquering the vast African land within fifteen days, would find it impossible to even transport such a massive force across in that time. Accompanying the order was a crucial addition: if the mission was not completed, every single soldier would perish; if any unit experienced desertion, the entire unit would be wiped out as well. In the ensuing rush, every aircraft that could fly, every ship that could sail, and every vehicle with wheels that could turn, was immediately requisitioned by the military, all racing to Africa. Upon hearing the news, Qin was furious—he had never expected Meili to deploy such a cunning strategy, using the surrendered forces to help her conquer more people and secure additional territories. Thus, the magical race only needs a small number of troops to oversee a military force of over ten million, enabling their main army to shift to another location and engage in a two-front campaign. Africa's military powerhouses are few and far between—how could they possibly withstand an attack from a well-equipped army of over ten million? At the Western Capital Military Command, the officers led by Wei Qingtian all looked visibly concerned. Everyone could foresee that the next strategic focus of the magical race's two-front campaign would be Asia. Qin Feng, Qingya, and He Muqing entered together, and the generals automatically straightened their postures, saluting them with due respect. "Qin Feng has arrived," the elder said, offering a somewhat strained smile. "The situation is extremely urgent. I've already activated the national mobilization order—while actively participating in the defense efforts, we're also working to evacuate cities and densely populated areas, aiming to minimize losses." "Qin Feng said: 'Capture the enemy's leader first, and I'm preparing to strike at Mei Li—the female demon queen. As soon as she's taken out, the demon forces will be scattered like sand.' Clearly, Mei Li is not only the highest-ranking leader among the demons but also the most intelligent one. Once she's gone, the physically strong yet mentally less agile demon warriors will be unable to mount any significant resistance, giving the Huaxia nation a much-needed breathing room. This is a highly dangerous mission—akin to capturing a general from the midst of an army. Mei Li is not only exceptionally strong herself but is also protected by a loyal group of subordinates. Thus, the chances of successfully eliminating her are quite low. Yet, at this moment, there's no better alternative. Even if it means taking risks, we must attempt it. At that very moment, an alarm sounded suddenly, and someone entered to report: 'A young man on foot, riding a flying sword, has appeared in the sky above our building.' 'Who is he?' Qin Feng asked, assuming it was reinforcements arriving." The visitor described: "He looked quite vintage, carrying a beautifully crafted flying sword, wearing a white robe, and his hairstyle was rather unusual..." "Focus on the main point," the elder interrupted. "Yes," the visitor's expression shifted slightly, adding, "The person was flying quite high, so it was hard to tell whether they were male or female..." Qin Shao immediately grasped the key point and beamed, saying, "Our Peach Brother has arrived."