Wu Siduo: Making You Noodles

Inside Nan Fusheng's room on the ninety-fifth floor of the Spirit Pagoda.

"The Federation Fleet has returned."

Nan Fusheng tightly gripped the latest intelligence report in his hand, and a barely perceptible ripple passed through his deep eyes.

Just today, the Federation Fleet had officially returned, with the Vast Sea Douluo and the other War Gods already back in Ming Capital. Meanwhile, the soldiers of the Three Grand Fleets remained stationed in an orderly manner at Skysea City Port, methodically preparing for their next campaign.

Although this campaign had failed to achieve the expected victory, it was not due to any issue with military command or the soldiers' combat capabilities. The main reason was that the Tang Sect's intervention had made matters more complicated.

For Chen Xinjie, the Commander-in-Chief of the Three Armies, this minor setback was merely a drop in the ocean compared to his illustrious record. It could not possibly shake his standing within the Federation.

As a Quasi-God-level powerhouse and the War God Temple Master, he had always been treated by the Federal Government with great tolerance and respect.

Unless Chen Xinjie committed an unforgivable crime such as colluding with the enemy, betraying the nation, or handing a God-Slaying Soul Tool Cannonball directly to the enemy—and there was conclusive evidence—in the Federation's power structure, his position was as solid as a rock, beyond anyone's ability to shake.

"It seems the upcoming Martial Arts Matchmaking Convention will be quite lively." Nan Fusheng's gaze was profound as he murmured softly.

As the Federation Fleet returned, another gathering storm was quietly brewing. After recovering from his injuries, Qiangu Dieting, who was at the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters, secretly brought Qiangu Qingfeng and his wife to Ming Capital.

Leng Yaozhu and the other Deputy Tower Master remained behind to guard the Spirit