"I really need to learn from your Devil Sect. For example, how to deal with Zhang Wentong."
"Are you asking about Zhang Wentian or Zhang Wentong?" the Honest Devil Prince asked cautiously.
"I'm just giving an example. Say, Zhang Wentong," Li Qingxian said.
The Honest Devil Prince blinked, then his expression shifted slightly. He gave a light cough and a dry laugh. "You're someone who does great things. I just dabble in small affairs. I've heard people who do great things say that, for small affairs, schemes and tricks usually work. They sweep everything before them. A few lucky people can reap enormous benefits from scheming, but their carts can easily overturn, too. People who do great things, who take on powerful figures, hardly ever use underhanded schemes. They use open stratagems and crush their way through with strength. At the higher levels, without enough strength, this scheme and that scheme are all just hot air, all a joke."
"You have quite an eye," Li Qingxian said slowly.
"I've survived in the Devil Sect all these years. I may lack other talents, but my judgment isn't bad. Take my judgment of you, for instance," the Honest Devil Prince said.
"You brought the Blood Devil God?"
"Yes."
"The Blood Devil God excels at driving people mad?"
"Until they recognize neither kin nor family."
"Then I want you to work with Han Anbo and the Tomb General to leave even the chickens and dogs of the Upper Mountain District without peace. Can you do that?" Li Qingxian asked.
"As long as we don't target Upper Rank devil cultivators, those people in the Upper Mountain District are nothing but clay chickens and straw dogs before me." The Honest Devil Prince straightened his chest.
Li Qingxian stared at the Honest Devil Prince and asked