Published: March 2, 2025
Ten days.
It's neither long nor short.
After chatting with Qin Min, Wen Yu didn't ask what the ultimate combat team was for, nor did he inquire about what Tang Haofei was planning or where he was right now, or what the content of the meeting was.
These things weren't important.
At least to Wen Yu, they didn't matter at all.
Whether it was said that Wen Yu was heartless or that he lacked responsibility and a sense of duty, he always acted based on his preferences—what was the purpose of becoming stronger?
Wasn’t it just to live freely, doing what one loves?
So, Wen Yu's thoughts were exceptionally simple.
Participating in a meeting was just a favor, and then they would each return to their own homes, quick and effortless, without any follow-up impact.
To be honest, this was exactly the case with Tang Haofei; otherwise, Wen Yu would have wanted to run straight to the African continent to search for traces of his scheduled sixth spirit pet.
As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words. Tang Haofei helped him out tremendously in the Heavenly Palace, and even though there were problems with Tang Haofei, they were also closely related to Wen Yu.
Attending a meeting and sitting for a few hours was not difficult for Wen Yu.
After agreeing to this, Wen Yu and Qin Min sat on the ground eating hot pot and drinking beer, and at that moment, just as the sun was rising, it had an unexpectedly poetic ambiance.
After they finished eating and drinking, Qin Min said he needed to do some preparations and left first—compared to these high-ranking military officials, especially someone like Qin Min, who was both receiving royal salary and causing trouble with Tang Haofei, Wen Yu seemed to be doing nothing.
Swallowing the last duck bone, Wen Yu patted his backside and walked towards India—ten days wasted would be quite regrettable, but fortunately, there were still enough demonic creatures in India for Wen Yu to sweep through.
……
Strictly speaking, this was Wen Yu’s third time intervening in the Indian battlefield—the first wave of fifteen days of slaughter had forced the demonic clan to tighten their defenses.
The second wave directly hit the demonic clan's base, and by this time, the Demon Realm Gate had already been closed, so there were no large-scale reinforcements from the demonic clan to the Indian battlefield.
And this third round was just a simple cleanup operation.
After discussing with the Indian government, the original logistical special operations team was reformed, following behind Wen Yu to tidy up the aftermath, which made Wen Yu quite relaxed.
Thus, a few days later, when Wen Yu stopped, there were no large-scale demonic creature armies left in the entire Indian battlefield.
Under Wen Yu's strength, or rather, due to the selective abandonment by the high-ranking members of the demonic clan, the crisis of the demonic disaster in India was temporarily alleviated.
Wen Yu waved his sleeves, concealing his achievements and fame…
……
On the eighth day after parting with Qin Min, Wen Yu once again dialed Qin Min's communication.
Qin Min informed him that the venue had been set up and provided the location of the meeting.
Taking out a map, Wen Yu found the coordinates given by Qin Min. When he arrived at the meeting place, he was surprised to discover that it was a massive cave.
The entrance was covered in scratches, and Wen Yu could tell at a glance that this cave was entirely man-made—high-level professionals comparable to humanoid beasts could easily dig a hole in the mountains.
Similarly, creating a cave as a temporary stronghold was much more concealed than building a castle here.
As Wen Yu approached the cave, the grass on both sides rustled, and then two soldiers wearing Huaxia military uniforms stepped out.
“Greetings, sir!”
When Wen Yu was in Huaxia, he had temporarily joined the military, and at this moment, the title “sir” felt quite appropriate—at least in Wen Yu's ears, it sounded much better than “adult.”