Crazy food carts, crazy Lanxiang

The moment Scholar spoke, Old Demon beside him waved a hand, and Little Demon nodded in understanding.

"Don't panic. Tell me, where did the counterattack start?" Scholar felt uneasy. He had been right there, getting up earlier than a rooster and going to bed later than a dog, yet he had noticed nothing. A counterattack? If there really was one, something had escaped his notice, and that was an unacceptable mistake for a strategist.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the counterattack didn't come from the skewer shop. It came from Lanxiang Academy!" Little Demon had been staking out the place for ages. Just as dawn broke that morning, a long convoy had rushed out, leaving him dumbfounded.

The Great Sage Skewers restaurant chain logo emblazoned on them was so conspicuous that even an idiot would know something was up.

"Lanxiang?" Scholar murmured. He had known it. He had always believed the two complemented each other, and it seemed his guess had been right.

But could Lanxiang help Great Sage Skewers turn things around? He couldn't quite understand. Did they think he couldn't read? That place clearly taught things like Mechanism Arts and excavator operation. Food God had recently arrived, but he had spent all his time exchanging ideas with Luban, not teaching large classes.

He didn't understand what they were playing at. What disgusted Snake Demon most, though, was that he had planted plenty of spies in Lanxiang himself. Why hadn't he received even a whisper of news? What was this? Were those idiots all freeloaders?

He was torn, but Fine Ghost wasn't worried at all. In fact, he was rather eager to see what happened, because in his heart, His Majesty was invincible. As for how he was invincible, that remained to be seen.

Still, Fine Ghost had, after all,