96: They dare to steal our house, why shouldn’t we?

General Liu personally drove the special car, accompanied by an escort team, to pick up the Geniuses who were going to Qing City this time, one by one.

Midway, there was a change. General Liu altered his plan, only picking up Tang Gao, Liu Ren, Liu Yi, Li Yuan, and Xu Ling'er, and did not go to pick up any other students.

Tang Gao sensed something different from this: "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

General Liu's expression was slightly serious: "The Yao Race spent a great deal of resources to divine my previous plan. Now the plan has changed. I'll send you all over first, and we'll have to find another way for the other students."

Tang Gao's mouth twitched slightly: "No, if they divined it, are we still going?"

General Liu looked back at him and said indifferently: "They divined you few rookies, not me. Do you think I'm easy to divine?"

Tang Gao understood. This was his Senior Brother showing off.

The difficulty of divining himself and the others was indeed much easier than divining a General.

However, from the sound of it, they also paid a huge price for this.

General Liu reassured: "Don't worry, this time I will personally be in charge. Even if the Yao Race wants to cause trouble, they'll have to consider whether they have the ability to take down a Sixth-Order General like me."

Tang Gao asked curiously: "Did the Geniuses in the past not receive this treatment?"

General Liu shrugged: "There were no Geniuses personally designated by a Venerable in the past."

"Understood."

The few people in the carriage looked at each other.

Liu Ren took out a deck of playing cards from his backpack and shook them: "Well, since we're idle anyway, shall we play cards?"

Tang Gao was speechless for a moment: "How are you proficient in eating, drinking, and playing, but can't do anything in Cultivation and academic tests?"

Liu Ren's eyes widened: "Brother Tang, don't insult me! I'm at least a First-Order Wind Swordsman now! As for academic tests... academic tests are a bit lacking, but it's not like I can't do anything at all."

Xu Ling'er directly took off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the seat, placed her hands on her lap, straightened her back, and closed her eyes: "I'm going to Cultivate. Don't disturb me."

Liu Yi silently picked up a management textbook: "I'm going to read."

Li Yuan took out his phone, opened a second-grade elementary school tutorial, and the carriage filled with the sound of "Baby, let's start learning addition and subtraction within a hundred...".

Liu Ren looked at Brother Tang with hopeful eyes.

Tang Gao turned his head, looked straight ahead, and began to communicate with the Black Shadow Clan to understand the latest intelligence.

Recently, the progress of the Yao Race's infiltration, this four-star mission, has actually been quite slow.

The Yao Race's infiltration is not one-sided, but permeates all aspects, from military to espionage, from espionage to corrupt officials, from corrupt officials to street vendors, and so on.

Coupled with these guys' coveting of Liang City, they certainly won't give up because of one failure.

Tang Gao simply ordered the Violent Justice Emissary and the Destruction Magic God to lead the Black Shadow Clan to strike at the Yao Race's forces in the Liang City area or the Northern Defense Line, slowly advancing this mission.

The situation in Liang City was gradually improving, which is why General Liu had more free time to personally escort the Geniuses to Qing City.

However, the limitation of this mission was not a progress bar, but a time limit.

Clearly, the final test was to see what extent he could achieve before the time ran out.

A sharp glint flashed in Tang Gao's eyes, and he ordered:

Black Shadow Clan, encircle and annihilate the Yao Race enemies within a twenty-kilometer radius of me.

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Nezha stood on the city wall of Qinghai City, looking north. The howling wind swept across the wilderness, carrying rolling tumbleweeds, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

"Venerable, what are you worried about?"

Nezha sat on his lotus Dharma seat, propped his chin with his hand, and sighed: "A bloody disaster. There are strong signs of bloodshed in the north. I'm afraid war might break out."

The burly General laughed twice: "Isn't war normal? It's only a matter of time before we and the Yao Race go to war."

Nezha lamented: "I don't know how many more years of peace we can maintain between us and the Yao Race. I just feel for the common people, who have only just enjoyed peace for a short time, and now they will be drawn into war to survive again."

The General leaned his hand on the city wall, gazing into the distance, his tone calm: "Fighting to stop war is the only way now. Any retreat or concession will send the wrong signal to the Yao Kingdom, making them think we are weak."

Nezha looked at him: "What, you want to fight a war?"

The General smiled, pointing to the medal on his chest: "I heard someone wants to ambush the Geniuses from Liang City. Do you know about this?"

Nezha nodded: "I know. I divined for Little Liu, and he is safe."

The General smiled: "You understand divination, but you definitely don't know what my intelligence network told me."

Nezha smiled, tilting his head slightly: "Oh? What did they tell you?"

"Venerable, they temporarily shielded our heavenly secret calculations on this matter. They intend to completely bury General Liu in this wilderness."

The smile on Nezha's face disappeared: "Why are you only telling me now?"

The General looked at him, his smile still present: "If I told you earlier, their heavenly secret deductions would fail."

Nezha rose in anger, waved his hand to summon his Three Pointed Double Edged Spear, and was about to give this grandson a harsh blow, when his eyes suddenly looked at the military base outside Qing City. There were no familiar high-level Cultivator auras there, unlike usual:

"Where are your people? Where did they go?"

The General's figure began to dissipate, his voice lingering in the air: "If they dare to attack our home, why shouldn't we?"

"Since we're going to act, let's make it real."

"I want to see if these Yao Kingdom troops dare to fight to the death, or if our people dare to slaughter their rear!"

Nezha sensed the Spell fluctuations in the air and couldn't help but curse: "Damn it!"

The one who was just talking to him was a very real Clone.

All those auras in the camp were actually disguised and fabricated illusions!

If the Yao Race dared to scheme against them, they naturally dared to scheme against the Yao Race.

A bunch of war maniacs!

No wonder I divined that bloodshed was about to begin!

It would be strange if there wasn't bloodshed now!

Nezha couldn't care less about cursing now, knowing that in these grandsons' plans, even their own lives were probably factored in.

There was nothing more to say to these dead men.

Nezha directly summoned his Three Heads and Six Arms, cast a Spell to contact his beloved disciple: "General Liu, quickly leave the convoy! They're coming for you all!"

After notifying him, Nezha didn't bother to alert anyone else. He directly rode his lotus Dharma formation, speeding wildly, accelerating towards the direction of his beloved disciple.

This feeling of being schemed against was very unpleasant.

But now Nezha could only pray that their actions would be swift, forcing the Yao Race troops to cut off their logistics and hopes, and retreat from the land of Liang City.

This war was best fought quickly, rather than prolonged in a stalemate.

Once it dragged on for too long, the war between Xia Kingdom and Yao Kingdom would surely reignite.

At that time, it would be almost impossible to return to a state of peace.

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