Among the upper ranks of the New Method were many orthodox cultivators.
Seeing this scene, those cultivators nodded in praise. "What a fine tactic!"
"Blow up one floor today, then another tomorrow!"
"Keep that up long enough, and this den of extravagance will fall into decline!"
"That's striking a snake seven inches behind its head, right at its vital spot; with no shoes of his own to lose, he acts without restraint."
"Impressive!"
The Foundation Establishment Ancestors of the New Method were furious. "Fellow Daoists, he's destroying our property."
"And killing our people."
"Why are you still praising him?"
An orthodox cultivator chuckled. "His tactics are ingenious. We ought to learn from him and broaden our knowledge. What harm is there in praising him?"
"As for killing people? Heh, this Drowning Dao Lower Court has tens of millions seeking immortality, and the spirit monsters and martial artists in the surrounding mountains are as numerous as hairs on an ox. Every day, if not ten thousand, then seven or eight thousand die from selling their blood, flesh, and limbs!"
"How many has he killed? An insignificant number!"
"Remember, the New-Method Alliance lacks everything except people."
"If all the people die, we can have spirit monsters take their places. Spirit monsters can work too."
"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and pay him his wages!"
"Are you going to wait until he blows up the entire building before you pay?"
"Now that would be a real loss!"
The Foundation Establishment Ancestors of the New Method fell silent.
Outside, everyone knew the New Method was powerful.
But only the upper ranks of the New-Method Alliance knew that the powerful ones were the orthodox cultivators.
These orthodox cultivators were like ticks, clinging to the New-Method Alliance and sucking its blood like mad.