Lin Feng selected seven Mixed-bloods from his side.
As promised, Ying Tian produced some top-tier resources and rapidly raised them to the entry level of Quasi-Martial Saint.
Lin Feng passed the Yin-Yang Five Elements Formation on to them and sent them into the Black Mist to hunt.
With the Yin-Yang Five Elements Formation, their hunting speed was no slower than A Jian's group.
At the final stage of the factional struggle, Lin Feng did not dare slack off. He too entered the Black Mist to hunt at full speed.
His hunting speed was faster than A Jian's four-man group and the seven Mixed-bloods on his side combined.
There was no way Snow God's side could catch up.
That day, A Jian and Lin Feng met within the Black Mist.
Lin Feng set up a wooden table in the Black Mist, prepared a pot of tea, and drank with A Jian.
A Jian said, "A Feng, did you leave Mother's side just for an Emperor-grade Demon Crystal?"
Lin Feng took a sip of tea. "Not entirely.
"I also wanted Grand Marshal Ying Tian's side to contend with Snow God's side—and ultimately win."
"Why?"
Lin Feng smiled. "If I had not gone to Grand Marshal Ying Tian's side...
"Could I, the four of you, and the seven Mixed-bloods on my side have become true Martial Saints?"
A Jian fell into thoughtful silence.
Lin Feng continued, "Stable Celestials without internal conflict do not serve our interests.
"Only by making them fight among themselves can we profit when we return. Otherwise, who would care about us?
"They would only see us as dispensable test subjects."
A Jian sighed. "I have to admit, you have a point."
If Lin Feng had not gone to Grand Marshal Ying Tian's side, none of them could ever