Still, Li Fuchan had some measure of confidence in this matter.
He had said long ago that the affairs of the Northern Lands were, at their root, the schemes of Purple Mansion Lords.
There were no fewer than two that he knew of alone. If the Purple Mansion cultivator from the Pivot Court truly came, other Purple Mansion cultivators would naturally be there to occupy his attention.
Who would ignore towering trees to look at a tiny mayfly instead?
Even if that mayfly had given a tree a little hop, neither light nor heavy, it was ultimately no more than a hop.
Yet, when all was said and done, this affair still carried risks.
But how could he possibly accomplish what he wanted by obediently following the rules and refusing to shoulder even the slightest risk?
How could everything in the world go exactly as Li Fuchan wished, and him alone? Though he had his golden finger to rely on, he was still, in essence, merely a cultivator seeking the Dao.
For those who sought the Dao, what road ever offered smooth sailing all the way?
This was what he meant by breaking before rebuilding.
Taking manageable risks to scheme against Quan Yong and force him to follow the path Li Fuchan had laid out, step by step, was already an enormous gain.
At this thought, Li Fuchan could not help letting out a long breath.
Back in the Flying Earthworm Cave, he had been nothing more than an ingredient for pill refinement, a lower beast to be manipulated at will. Later, Jia Hua had schemed against him and the Wisdom King had converted him, leaving him treading on thin ice.
Even after drawing Li Thunder's notice, he had become embroiled in the disputes of the Ning and Yang families,