Open Assault
"Was the Qian Family's Foundation Establishment cultivator not making a move because he was afraid of being worn down, then surrounded and killed?" Mo Hua asked.
"Yes, but that wasn't all," Elder Yu said. "On one hand, the Qian Family's Foundation Establishment cultivator was indeed afraid of being worn down. When the time came, as long as I stepped in and held him back, he wouldn't be able to run, and he would inevitably be killed."
"So in this kind of melee, Foundation Establishment cultivators usually kept one another in check and didn't make moves lightly. Once they did, either it was to settle everything with one hammer blow and decide victory or defeat, or they had some other important objective, one that could sway the battle."
"On the other hand, the Qian Family had more than one Foundation Establishment cultivator..." Elder Yu said with a soft laugh.
Mo Hua asked in confusion, "For the Qian Family, wasn't that an advantage?"
Elder Yu did not answer directly, but said:
"One monk has water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, three monks have no water to drink."
"Oh." Mo Hua understood. "They all wanted someone else to take the risk and stake their life, then take the benefits for themselves."
Elder Yu nodded approvingly.
"The Qian Family's schemes and infighting were that serious?"
"Even blood brothers settle accounts clearly, let alone them. Though they were one clan, they had too many bloodline branches, their interests were tangled together, and once they started scheming against one another, there might not truly be any clan affection at all."
Mo Hua nodded.
No wonder Elder Yu always cursed the Qian Family as a nest of black-hearted, lungless white-eyed wolves.
They treated even the cultivators of their own clan like this,