"Luring in the Interception Sect Disciples will be easy enough."
Maitreya said, "Isn't Fuxi renowned for his benevolence along the East Sea Coast?"
"Have Nephew Futian challenge Fuxi to a duel. If Fuxi refuses to show himself, then trouble Young Friend Futian to send more members of the Human Race out of the worldly Sea of Suffering. Publicly declare that the calamity was caused by Fuxi. Fuxi cannot possibly ignore his reputation and refuse to appear."
"Once we use a small trick to capture Fuxi, with Fuxi's life as bait, why would we need to worry about those big fish, the Interception Sect Disciples, not taking the hook?"
Beneath the tree.
His voice reached everyone's ears.
It was clearly a gentle, compassionate voice, yet his words were as piercingly cold as ice.
Even True Person Taiyi could not help narrowing his eyes. Curious, he asked, "Fuxi was ambushed not long ago. He must be on guard now. How many members of the Human Race would need to be slaughtered before Fuxi walks into the trap?"
"If ten thousand are not enough, then one hundred thousand. If that is not enough, one million, ten million, one hundred million. Fuxi will always have a limit to what he can bear."
With a benevolent smile, Maitreya explained, "Amitabha. This slaughter is merely to free those living beings deeply trapped in the Sea of Suffering a little sooner."
"Heh." True Person Taiyi smiled but said nothing.
"Nephew Futian, I'll have to trouble you this time."
Maitreya looked at Futian with a helpless expression. Futian hurriedly responded respectfully, "Uncle-Master, you flatter me. This is what I should do."
"Then I'll have to trouble Nephew to make the arrangements next..."
Maitreya spoke quietly.
He even bestowed two Houtian Spiritual Treasures upon Futian.
This only made Futian