Max Out Proficiency, Grind Until You Become a Sword Immortal Among Mortals

"How are things inside their two factions now? I'm sure you already know, Cult Master. If the Two Great Immortal Sects go to war, we can sit back and reap the benefits," Yun Shu said.

The young man nodded. "If they both suffer heavy losses, then reaping the benefits won't be a problem. But what if they remain locked in a stalemate and don't go to war?"

"Then we force them to fight." Yun Shu's voice turned cold.

The young man fell silent for a long while. He wasn't sure whether this person was truly reliable. And since he had come straight out with a proposal like this, the young man couldn't help but be cautious.

He had to consider it carefully.

After all, he wasn't acting for himself alone. He represented an entire great cult. Everything required careful planning before action.

He was extremely cautious; otherwise, he could never have cultivated to this level. Of course, the words of the person before him had truly tempted him.

It wasn't the prospect of sitting back and reaping the benefits that appealed to him. He wanted to wipe out the Qin Family.

The two powers were already inching toward war, and he knew it. But as far as he could tell, even if they truly wanted to fight, that day was still some way off.

Still, any number of things could serve as a spark. They might as well give the fire a little nudge.

If they really could wipe out the Qin Family, the benefits would be immense.

He had started entertaining the idea as soon as the two families first fell out, but he hadn't said anything. He had simply waited for an opportunity. Now, as he watched his entire faction gradually head toward ruin, he was growing restless.