Ling Wanhuan's face was full of murderous ferocity as he said to Ling Wanhui,
"Cousin Wanhui, those five are incredibly arrogant. They actually dared to come together to our Sect's territory and point fingers at our plans for development. We've truly given them too much face!"
"In my view, we should seize this opportunity to wipe them all out in one stroke, then march directly upon the Clan Mountains of those five families, seize their territory, and expand the Sect."
"Such a thing may be easy to do, but it would cause too great a disturbance and affect the Sect's future development."
Ling Wanhui shook his head and rejected the suggestion. However, a few traces of ruthlessness appeared on his face. Clearly, he too had grown somewhat disgusted by the threats the Foundation Establishment cultivators of those five major forces had just brought to their door.
"We should still follow the old plan and slowly increase the number of Sect Disciples. Once our disciples number a hundred, we can attack one of the surrounding forces and develop step by step."
"And before long, the first force we attack shall be the Black Garden Mountain Wen Family."
After hearing this, Ling Wanhuan felt somewhat helpless. This approach did not feel satisfying at all.
Over these years, his parents, Ling Chengping and Lin Fan, had either been tending Spirit Silkworms, caring for Spirit Beasts, or heading into Demon Race territory to hunt demon beasts and earn cultivation resources for him.
Therefore, the ones who had appeared most often at his side over the years were actually the Spirit Beasts raised by his father, Lin Fan.
Spirit Beasts handled matters by acting the moment they encountered trouble.
Having spent too long around Spirit Beasts, Ling Wanhuan had gradually developed the same temperament.
However,