Zaochi’s military map.

Wei Yuan’s expression sharpened. It seemed the souls of the vanguard generals had all been summoned. However, such confidential information surely had corresponding magical imprints on the souls, preventing them from revealing key details. To obtain such intelligence so quickly… Zhulong Jiuyin is truly…

The museum curator paused, his expression unchanged, while inwardly heaping praise.

*So* clever, resourceful, experienced, and overwhelmingly powerful, a great deity possessing both wisdom and strength!

That's my brain for you!

That's Zhulong Jiuyin for you!

Ah, praise you!

Homage to Zhuzhao Jiuyou…

"You…! Shut up!!!"

Zhulong's cold, indifferent voice exploded in Wei Yuan's mind.

There was a faint sense of gnashing teeth.

Curator Wei nodded knowingly. Good, steady now. The mental slander hadn't been noticed.

It seemed he was gradually learning how to deal with this most ancient dragon.

He carefully considered the map that had appeared in his mind.

The marching route of Zaochi was now in hand.

However, this map was extremely simple and crude. Ordinary people wouldn't understand it at all. Even with place names and trajectories marked, the Great Wilderness was simply too vast and boundless. Just looking at the map revealed nothing.

At this point, he had to go back and ask Bai Ze.

He wondered how many maps that fellow had prepared.

Wei Yuan took his leave of Xiangliu.

Watching the museum curator's figure disappear into the distance, Xiangliu finally breathed a sigh of relief. His forehead was covered in cold sweat. He didn't know what had happened just now, but the other party had suddenly emitted a momentary burst of killing intent that had almost scared him into hibernation. However, he had finally managed to see off this ominous star.

Huh? Wait a minute…

Xiangliu suddenly realized a serious problem.

His expression froze.

The voice of the Lord echoed in his ears, indifferent: "Bring down the wine and meat he brought."

"Be careful of water damage."

Although the voice was indifferent, he still added this last sentence.

Xiangliu's face was rigid, his eyes dull. He muttered, "Understood, but…"

Xiangliu said with difficulty, "But, Lord, he took the wine and dishes back with him."

"He didn't leave any behind at all."

"He took them back."

Gonggong: "…………"

Took them back.

Back…

...?

Above the East Sea, the waves momentarily froze.

The atmosphere was awkward and heavy. After a long silence, Gonggong's voice fell into Xiangliu's ears:

"Well, I…"

"Understood…"

……………………

Wei Yuan was halfway back before he realized he had forgotten to leave the food behind.

Gonggong hadn't been planning to talk much, and the matter of Zaochi's military map was too important, causing Wei Yuan to subconsciously focus most of his attention on it. He had unconsciously carried the wine and dishes back with him.

Now, going back didn't seem appropriate.

It would be tantamount to deliberately teasing Gonggong.

Well, next time, then. Definitely next time.

With Gonggong's boldness and unrestrained nature, he probably wouldn't care about these dishes, wouldn't care about him forgetting to leave the wine and meat—such a trivial matter. He only needed to laugh it off and explain the situation next time he had the chance.

Use a joke to defuse the awkwardness.

Wei Yuan didn't stop along the way and quickly returned to the Zhenyao Museum. The big monk Yuanjue was preparing to cook. Seeing the food box in Wei Yuan's hand, he was taken aback and said, "Curator Wei, what's this…?"

"Oh, it was made at Longhu Mountain. Let's eat it."

Wei Yuan handed over the food box. "I originally wanted to give it to someone else, but I forgot."

"Can't let it go to waste."

In the front hall of the Zhenyao Museum, the four old monsters, the famous generals from the Divine Land Martial Temple, were playing games. Some were smiling, some were indifferent. After the initial joy of experiencing these games, their expressions had faded into boredom and woodenness.

But even if it was boring, at least they could play games.

"Where's A-Liang?"

"He's busy in the back room…"

"Mm, and Bai Ze?"

"He's working overtime too."

Wei Yuan's lips twitched. He felt that this scene was a bit strange.

Bai Ze working overtime?

Even Xuanyuan would call him an expert.

Speaking of which, if Bai Ze had had this kind of overtime energy back then, his hatred value on the Great Wilderness and Kunlun's hate list would have soared even higher, completely crushing a certain potter who was the author of the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* cookbook.

Wei Yuan placed the food on the table and greeted the famous generals.

Then he took off his coat, wearing only a simple black sweater, opened Bai Ze's door, and said, "Bai… Holy sh*t, who are you?!" Wei Yuan was stunned to see several computers working simultaneously in the room, complex layout software running. A man wearing a white shirt, gold-rimmed glasses, revealing fair wrists and collarbones, with slightly curly hair, was working frantically inside.

"Oh, it's the potter. Do you need something?"

"I'm very busy right now."

“…Bai Ze?!”

Wei Yuan muttered. He looked closer and realized that this guy was actually the same dead fish with listless eyes and natural curls from before. However, this image of an industry elite made Wei Yuan's lips twitch. "No, are you sick? Why did you turn into this?"

"No, I just realized how much of a salted fish I was in the past."

"During Wuhou's heart-to-heart talks with me three times a day, I finally realized the philosophy of life, no, the philosophy of beast-life. It's wrong to work only for myself. I should dedicate my endless life to the great cause of liberating and equalizing all living beings in the Three Realms."

"Holy sh*t, Bai Ze, calm down. What's wrong with you?" Wei Yuan's scalp went numb.

When he heard Wuhou, he finally understood Bai Ze's situation.

Eight hours of work every day, with Wuhou having heart-to-heart talks with him during breaks.

Wei Yuan's lips twitched. He didn't know if this guy with a face full of great causes was better or if the previous lazy bum was better. Forget it. After this was over, he would have Xuanyuan enter his dreams to wash away all of Bai Ze's attributes. This was too terrifying.

Wei Yuan stiffly looked for a topic:

"…Are you drawing a map of the Great Wilderness? Uh, is this CAD layout software?"

"CAD? Of course not."

Bai Ze pushed up his glasses with his middle finger and said rationally and coldly, "The layout software currently on the market has all sorts of problems and cannot meet the needs of drawing maps of the Great Wilderness, so…"

"So?"

"So, I recompiled and developed a new layout software."

Wei Yuan's lips twitched. "…As expected of you."

Bai Ze said, "So, Wei Yuan, you came to me because…?"

"I found a military deployment map of Zaochi. Bai Ze, please improve the specific map and terrain of this area for me…"

"A small matter."

Bai Ze nodded, tapped on the keyboard, and quickly mobilized a more complete and densely packed map. Then he printed it out, handed it to Wei Yuan, and waved, indicating that Wei Yuan should leave. He had to continue working overtime. After Wei Yuan left with a strange expression,

Bai Ze still tapped on the keyboard seriously.

One second passed.

Two seconds passed.

When Wei Yuan walked into Wuhou's room, Bai Ze's movements froze. He suddenly let out a long sigh, his straight back immediately bent, and his neatly arranged hair suddenly scattered. He changed from an industry elite to a salted fish state. He turned around, took a step, and threw himself directly onto the sofa. He reached out and pulled a bottle of strawberry milk from under the sofa cushion.

"Want me to work overtime?"

Bai Ze waved his right hand heavily and said, "Dream on!"

Although he completely didn't realize that he was already working overtime.

But, today, the battle of wits and courage between Bai Ze, who was slacking off, and Wuhou, who was a workaholic, continued.

After Wei Yuan handed both maps to A-Liang, the white-robed youth was thoughtful. "A-Yuan, you mean that a full million transcendent cultivators, led by divine generals, are escorting extremely powerful weapons to the rift between the human world and the Great Wilderness?"

"Yes…"

"Hmm, let Liang see. Such an array, such a regional terrain…"

Wei Yuan told A-Liang about the basic Great Wilderness military combat style that Zhulong Jiuyin had obtained from the true spirits of the vanguard generals. The young strategist's eyes swept across the map and said, "It's an opportunity…"

"Opportunity?"

"Yes." A-Liang pointed to the map with his feather fan and said slowly, "The vanguard troops arrived here first. Judging from the intelligence, the Great Wilderness hasn't experienced war for a long time. This million-strong army was summoned from the countries of the Great Wilderness. That is to say, it's not a million."

"But ten groups of ten thousand, multiplied by ten."

"They can be divided and killed to seize their momentum and disrupt their hearts!"

The young strategist pointed to a straight road and said, "Here, according to Bai Ze, is a Wind Passage built by the gods of the Great Wilderness. After stepping on it, even ordinary people can move forward quickly at the speed of the wind. But there are also problems. Once the array nodes that maintain this wind path are destroyed, the million-strong army will be directly dispersed and unable to gather. They may even be thrown into some dangerous places."

"Here is Thunder Marsh, and here, flames and ice have formed the two opposing forces of Yin and Yang."

"And here, the mountains stand like axes and knives."

"These are all very good ambush locations. Since they are divine generals, they naturally need to gather the power of the masses into one body. Without an army, the strength of a divine general will be reduced by ninety percent. Therefore, the time when Zaochi, the divine general who has lost the combined power of a million troops, is most suitable to be beheaded."

Wei Yuan realized this and said slowly:

"A-Liang, are you saying that we should destroy the nodes first, and then take the opportunity to fight Zaochi?"

The young strategist smiled dumbly and shook his head. "Wrong. It's not a matter of sequence, but of simultaneity."

"Hit them suddenly to disrupt their hearts. Actually, A-Yuan, you are still worried about that million-strong army, but in Liang's eyes, they are just chickens and dogs. The Great Wilderness is vast, and although there were once extremely illustrious and powerful armies, they have a fatal weakness."

The young strategist lightly shook his feather fan and said softly:

"Their wars are within the rules. All so-called magnificent wars are fought within the rules that Dijun set for them. Their famous generals are just like masters on a chessboard—famous generals within the rules. But conquest of the world should not pay attention to any rules."

"And coincidentally, we have four of the most rule-breaking people in the world here."

"A-Yuan, what have you experienced that you would subconsciously choose to do it alone?"

The young man opened the door. The sunlight pouring in from the living room naturally illuminated this side room.

The young strategist stopped, feather fan behind him, standing to the side with a gentle and quiet smile:

"You are not alone."

Wei Yuan was lost in thought.

A-Liang turned around, looking at the four people in the living room with a smile, and shouted loudly:

"Everyone, is the game fun?"

Xiang Hongyu didn't even lift his head:

"Of course it's fun. At least it's more fun than a chessboard where the rules are all fixed."

Mainly because he had reincarnated to some extent and knew how to play the game, so he had a sufficient advantage at the beginning and was able to initially widen the distance from Lord Wu'an. Guan Yunchang on the other side also nodded and said, "Indeed, it's not bad. It's very interesting."

Zhang Liao agreed and added a jab.

Lord Wu'an also nodded, but regretted, "It's a pity it's still a little lacking. If it were more realistic, it could actually be used to train the basic theories of generals. But it's not bad. It's very interesting, more fun than a chessboard."

"Is that so."

The young strategist lightly shook his feather fan and smiled:

"Then, would you like to lead troops and fight a real battle?"

"Who wouldn't want to… Huh?!"

The room instantly fell silent.

The four finally realized what this sentence meant.

They all looked up.

As if a pause button had been pressed, or when the wind and clouds surged, dark clouds were pressing down on the city, giving a sense of oppressiveness that made it hard to breathe. The young strategist moved his wrist slightly, putting the feather fan behind his back, and looked at the famous generals in front of him. In a trance, just like more than two thousand years ago, his voice was calm and gentle:

"Generals, listen to my command!"

With a rustling sound, Guan Yunchang, Zhang Wenyuan, and even Bai Qi and Xiang Hongyu stood up together.

They subconsciously straightened their backs and instinctively grasped their weapons.

They suddenly took a step forward, as if they were still the heroes who had fought on the battlefield in the past, invincible and unmatched. As if they still had thousands of troops behind them, as if they were not wearing comfortable modern clothes, but heavy armor. In an instant, a fierce and tragic aura instantly filled the air and surged wildly.

Changcheng and the Qianlai Mountain God, who were slacking off together, were directly hit in the face by the killing intent.

Their scalps went numb, their hairs stood on end, and their hearts raced wildly.

This, this is…

The heroism of fighting thousands of miles in a lifetime, invincible in the world!

Since ancient times, famous generals have all been strong and self-respecting!

The so-called self-respect: I am unparalleled in the world, and I rejoice when I hear of war!

They cupped their fists, their eyes bright and fiery, and said in unison:

"Yes!!!"

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