Chen Jie, the peach blossom brother, has naturally become the team's star. Of course, in terms of personal strength, he still falls a world apart from the true immortals Li and Feng—yet he's far from lacking in advantages. His magical artifacts—golden rice bowl and purple-gold bell—allow him to remain largely passive, requiring little physical effort. Precisely because of this, he has taken on the role of the primary offensive force. The others, including Li and Feng, are responsible for scouting and tracking down the demonic forces, identifying their precise locations, and then reporting back to Chen Jie, who then appears to decisively eliminate the enemy forces. He finds no tedium in this role; rather, he thrives in it. Under the leadership of Qin Feng and Qing Ya, the second team has also achieved notable results. What sets them apart from the first team is that every member has firsthand experience in defeating demonic forces. After several days of separation, the two teams first reunite. Chen Jie beamed with delight, as if he were the brightest star of the gathering, enthusiastically recounting how many demonic forces he had successfully defeated. He didn't speak directly to Qingya, but instead pulled at Qin Feng's sleeve and said, "Qin brother, I haven't counted precisely, but the number of demons I've personally defeated is at least a few hundred, with no less than seven or eight fully manned squads." Qin smiled gently, "I haven't counted either, but our Second Squad has secured at least several dozen squads—this is all thanks to everyone's efforts." The entire Second Squad looked proud, while the First Squad, who mostly served as task locators with few opportunities to engage in combat, appeared somewhat less confident. "Ha ha, so it seems our records are neck-and-neck," said the Peach Blossom brother, beaming. "Of course, my achievements are largely due to my powerful artifacts; Qin brother's hammer, however, is truly impressive." "Qin Sha nodded, thinking, "You're just trying to say that I'm relying on the power of my treasures, aren't you? Well, then, I'll admit it. What else can I do? To this day, Tao Xiang doesn't even know that his Lightning Pearl has been in Qing Ya's hands—thinking it was merely tossed aside casually by Mei Li, since the demonic race lacks the ability to use treasures. Lei Feng patted Qin Feng on the shoulder and said, "Excellent work. With our dual-front operations, we've not only doubled our battlefield achievements but also thrown the demonic forces off balance. A rough estimate shows their forces have lost about six out of every ten troops. Combined with the human armies' persistent resistance, complete victory over the enemy is inevitable." Qin Sha's expression darkened. "But who can guarantee they won't send reinforcements? I say, Director Si, the most pressing matter right now is to secure the celestial realm's involvement. Not only will this allow us to swiftly eliminate the current demonic threat, but even if they send more reinforcements, we'll still be able to push them back." "The elder shrugged: 'I'd really like to, but with my modest rank and limited influence in the heavenly realm, I simply can't make a difference. How could the big shots even listen to me?' 'Who says the heavenly realm doesn't support you...' A resounding voice echoed, sending a ripple of shock through the crowd—clear proof of the speaker's formidable strength. Yet Qin Shao detected something off about the tone—something delicate, almost effeminate, reminiscent of how Chen Jie spoke. 'Is it Father?' called out Tao Xiang. 'Is it Master Chen?' the Lei Feng exclaimed, eyes shining. For heaven's sake, it really was Tao Xiang's father—supposedly named Chen Juehua. How utterly unusual a name! The name Chen Juehua had accidentally slipped out of Chen Jie. Though he later vigorously denied it, Qin Shao was certain he had heard it correctly—there was no mistake." Hmph… A figure rushed in swiftly—a middle-aged man with a square face, dressed in a smoke-gray robe, his feet adorned with a beautifully decorated flying sword. Chen Juhua had a very sturdy, masculine appearance, though he lacked a beard, which made him somewhat unappealing to look at. If only he carried a fan, Qin Shao would surely point at him and respectfully call him “Chen Gonggong.” Chen Juhua smiled and said, "Indeed, the Celestial Court's attitude has changed. It's thanks to my active efforts. By the way, has my son caused any trouble at your place?" The elder quickly replied, "How could that be? Chen公子 is always leading from the front—every time he steps in, the demonic forces are thoroughly defeated." Tao Chá also expressed his disagreement, saying, "That's true. Nowadays, I'm the backbone of the entire team. We can manage without anyone else, but without me, we simply can't make it. Father, what exactly is the message you've come to deliver? Please don't keep us in suspense—everyone is eager to hear it." Juhua's elder waved his hand calmly and began to speak slowly, "Let me tell you in detail... Ah, Qingya is here too. I didn't see you earlier, Uncle. Remarkable—how you've grown more beautiful each day! My little darling is truly fortunate." Qingya's face showed a mixture of frustration and helplessness, thinking to herself that the grandmother had deliberately stayed behind, so that she wouldn't have been noticed. She would have stepped out only after hearing that the "Father, let's get to the point," Chen Jie grew somewhat displeased. "Haha, it seems all of you are eager to know," he said, patting his chest. "Under my arrangements, the Heavenly Court has made a significant decision—to launch an assault on the Magician Clan's ancestral stronghold, upending their entire realm. As a result, the crisis on Earth is automatically resolved. This is a classic case of 'attacking the enemy's rear to save our own front.' Isn't that impressive?" Master Lei Feng beamed with enthusiasm. "That's wonderful! No matter who it is, once their home base is taken, they can't remain calm. Chen Lord, thank you so much!" "Who exactly is leading the team tasked with destroying the Magician Clan's stronghold? Is it Erlang the Divine Prince or Nezha the Third Prince?" "It has nothing to do with either of them," Chen Jue said, deliberately keeping her remarks understated. The group exchanged glances, and Tao Hua, his face flushed, stammered, "Father, are you sure? Are we really being assigned to carry out this mission? Even if we're capable of standing against the Magician Clan's "Qin Feng had let out a bit of his breath and whispered to Qingya, "I wonder if Tao Xiang's father is completely fine—how could he have such an unusual son? I think he must be no ordinary man. What do you think?" The beautiful Inspector nodded and replied, "I've always thought that way, just like Chen姐. His father, too, was raised in luxury from childhood, and he's consistently unreliable in his actions."