Lin Ke stood before Master Zhuang, his face unruffled while he secretly mobilized the Blade Spirits to lie in ambush all around. "All right, tell me your terms first."
The monk stepped forward. "Benefactor, all you want are the Mirror Ancient Millipede larvae and some Dragon Weapons and Dragon Armor."
"You have no need to honor your agreement with that Insect Mother. We Frost Dragon Cultivators can help you suppress them."
"You can simply take the larvae. Why fight us?"
"Although you are powerful, benefactor, this poor monk is confident he can severely wound you. If both our sides suffer losses then,"
"the ones who profit will certainly be those Mirror Ancient Millipedes."
"What makes you think they will willingly hand their larvae over to you when you are severely wounded?"
"Why not join forces with us and kill that Insect Mother once and for all? Then you can have as many larvae as you want."
"Do not fall for it, young friend." The Centipede Dragon Cultivator's voice sounded in Lin Ke's mind.
"I have seen this Spell Art that uses White Soul Worms to nourish one's divine soul."
"They have nourished their divine souls here for so long, making them extraordinarily powerful, precisely so they can find someone to possess."
"If you fight the Insect Mother and both of you end up gravely injured, they will certainly regard both you and the Insect Mother as opportunities and refine you."
Lin Ke had naturally seen through the workings of this as well.
He replied, "Rest assured, senior. I have my own plans."
He could tell that there were clearly many complicated conflicts between the factions of Dragon Cultivators.
Many Dragon Cultivator factions were opposed to one another. At the very least, the Centipede Dragon Cultivator very much wanted the creatures