"Good. Very good. Excellent!"
Fang Qing looked at the respectfully submissive Long Zhuri before him and nodded, his heart barely stirred.
Subduing such a genius was merely an effortless matter to him.
In his view, most of those who could enter the Battlefield of All Immortals and distinguish themselves possessed exceptional talent and no small amount of intelligence.
Yet their temperaments often had enormous flaws. Some were arrogant and extreme, some bloodthirsty by nature, some consumed by greed, and some shortsighted.
Such flaws might not matter when things went smoothly, but once they encountered a true powerhouse or a desperate situation, they could easily become the cause of their deaths.
Take Lei Wuji, for instance—overbearing and arrogant, thinking far too highly of himself. Or Long Zhuri—though his sword heart was steadfast, he was too rigid and too reckless.
Fang Qing did not consider himself some savior, but he truly felt that these so-called geniuses killing one another here pointlessly for some vague "Immortal Realm dignity" and merit was rather tiresome at times.
There was not much deep-seated hatred between them to begin with. They were merely chess pieces of the factions behind them.
Since they had met, rather than casually wiping them out, it was better to bring them under his command.
First, it could expand the strength and foundation under his command. Whether it was the future Grand Emperor Academy or an even broader stage, he would need talented people.
Second, these geniuses subdued by his special methods had guaranteed loyalty and tremendous potential. With a little guidance, their futures would be promising.
Third, it could be considered pointing a path for these geniuses, who were so prone to "seeking death," a path that might allow them to go farther.
With this mindset, Fang Qing did not simply slaughter