"I sat atop the city tower, watching the mountain scenery, while beyond the city walls chaos raged..."
Chu Liang held a feather fan as he sat atop a mountain peak, gazing toward Phantom Demon Mountain in the distance with his divine sense. Then Lin Bei beside him called out, "A message has arrived!"
"Notify all parties. Make your move!" Chu Liang suddenly swept his feather fan downward.
"Heh heh heh! The Nether King Sect Master would never have imagined that we were behind Yuan Luxian." After sending the message, Lin Bei laughed aloud. "Chu Liang, your sinister cunning... uh, your masterful planning is truly admirable. As expected of my brother!"
"When dealing with a place, it is still more effective to use that place's own people." Chu Liang smiled as he explained his experience.
Just as when they had struck Penglai before, if Shushan disciples or righteous cultivators had handled this attack on the demonic sects, they would never have found the crux of the matter. Their efforts would have yielded half the result for twice the work.
But if they made good use of division and had locals deal with locals, results would come much more readily. After all, no group was an iron plate without a crack. As long as they found the contradictions within and magnified them without limit, first splitting them apart before striking, they might even cause them to destroy themselves.
Penglai had originally been the most adept at this sort of tactic. What Chu Liang was doing now could be considered learning the barbarians' superior techniques to control the barbarians.
Worried that the Nether King Sect Master might send an incarnation or puppet here as well, Chu Liang had specifically reminded Yuan Luxian to wait until the true body of Ksitigarbha appeared before sending