Xing Xian had never liked the calculating Bai Ru. Though both belonged to factions in the Immortal Realm, their political views clashed; in their small circle, it was an open secret. Xing Xian was also one of the Twelve Stewards of the Saint Court. He was no lower than Bai Ru in status, and their two sides were evenly matched in strength. They had fought in the shadows for centuries, yet neither could bring the other down. When Ling Xingxian received a secret report that Bai Ru had sent men disguised as Bandits to attack Feng Feitian's Planet, he saw an opportunity.
Ever since the Saint Realm had existed, which Peerless Saint had not gone on to shake heaven and earth? Instead of rushing to win such a person over, Bai Ru had chosen to make an enemy of her. The old fox had finally grown muddleheaded. Ling Xingxian decided to seize the chance. After the Saint Lord approved Feng Feitian's request, Xing Xian cleared every obstacle from her path and looked after her at every turn. He gave her the finest troops and the best equipment in the Saint Realm.
The quartermaster belonged to his faction, so naturally he would tell Feng Feitian all of this.
Now a report of victory had arrived so quickly that Xing Xian felt his judgment had been vindicated. Every Peerless Saint truly was extraordinary. Others had led thousands of troops, with officials across the Saint Realm helping them, and failed to catch a single band of raiders after half a year of searching. A Peerless Saint took command, and in less than seven days she won a resounding victory!
Bai Ru, Bai Ru, you old bastard. At last, the day I can bring you down has come. Xing Xian tossed the victory report