There were indeed benefits to this, namely that aside from plotting for the Xuan Huang Killing Sword, there might be some unexpected gains.
Su Shuanghe knew well the principle that big fish required a long line and fierce tigers needed a deep pit; the more his heart itched like a cat scratching, the more cautious and careful he became.
His second Primordial Spirit actually had a cultivation realm a notch higher than his true body, sitting firmly in the realm of the Calamity Law Grandmaster. Yet for the sake of convenience and valuing safety, his various powerful magic treasures were all kept with his true body in the outer domains. Based on his observations of Yu Ci, defeating this person would likely pose no problem, but to kill him, let alone dig deep for clues and news regarding all those treasures, he truly lacked absolute certainty.
It was hateful that the crew in his hands were currently under Madam Xia's tight rein; mobilizing them would easily give others an opening. What he feared most was that a delicacy right at his lips would be snatched away, yet this junior was actually acting so high-profile—was he waiting for various powerful figures to skin him and pull out his tendons?
Su Shuanghe scanned the entire scene. The figures on the main building now were, in his eyes, mere earthenware dogs and clay chickens, unworthy of worry. However, the forces behind those "chickens and dogs" were, after all, medium-scale sects that had made a name for themselves across the Three Northern Lakes. Not to mention that once the news spread, those far more massive forces—even though back in the day they all honored the Shangqing Sect as their natural alliance leader—held calculations in their hearts that ran deep indeed!
At this very moment,