"If we were to kill Yu Chengbo and Mao Wuwei, how much do you think the Rong Clanâs odds of victory would improve?"
Song Changshengâs words hung in the air. Rong Shaoyuanâs brow furrowed for a moment before relaxing. He calmly raised his wine cup and said, "Both Yu Chengbo and Mao Wuwei are veteran Foundation Establishment Cultivators with endless tricks up their sleeves. Killing them isnât something one can accomplish with mere words."
Seeing his attitude, Song Changsheng felt reassured. A slight smile touched his lips as he said, "Fellow Daoist Rong, you are an intelligent man. The Lieyang Sectâs greatest advantage on the battlefield is none other than the Little Four Symbols Battle Formation."
"But now, the Lieyang Sectâs forces in Bian Province have suffered a devastating blow. Only those three old timers remain, which means they can no longer form the Little Four Symbols Formation. Itâs as if one of their arms has been cut off."
"With proper preparations, ambushing them wonât be difficult. After all, where thereâs a will, thereâs a way. For each one of them you kill, your side will gain a twenty percent greater chance of victory in a direct confrontation."
"Heh. Fellow Daoist Song, do you think we havenât considered this? Itâs not that we donât want to do itâitâs that we canât."
"Two at Foundation Establishment Great Perfection and one at the late-stage Foundation Establishment. To ambush them, weâd need at least double their numbers in strength. The Rong Clan simply canât spare that many people right now."
Rong Shaoyuan drained his cup, a bitter feeling in his heart. It wasnât that the Rong Clan hadnât considered ambushing Yu Chengbo and his cohorts. But they had already committed too many forces to the main front and another secret battleground. They were essentially fighting on two fronts and simply couldnât spare the manpower, so they had to abandon the idea.
âIf you had enough strength, I wouldnât be here,â Song Changsheng thought with a silent snort. Outwardly, however, his expression was impassive as he said pointedly, "Fellow Daoist Rong, youâre missing something. The Lieyang Sect has made more than just one enemy over the years."
As an exceptional figure of the Rong Clan, Rong Shaoyuan was no fool. He understood in an instant. Toying with his wine cup, he asked, "Does this mean your Song Clan wishes to participate, Fellow Daoist Song?"
Song Changsheng refilled his cup, a smile on his face, but he said nothing. âThe one who speaks first loses. Besides, Iâm not the one whoâs desperate here.â
When he didnât speak, Rong Shaoyuan said coolly, "Fellow Daoist Song, itâs not that I look down on the Song Clan, but you already have your hands full with the Earth Fire Sect. Do you really have the spare capacity to get involved in this?"
But Song Changsheng acted as if he hadnât heard him, continuing as if talking to himself, "Two cultivators at Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, one at the late-stage, and one of them is even a Tier Two top-grade Array Master. A force like that is enough to determine the outcome of a small-scale battle."
"Once they return, the skirmishes over the Spirit Stone Vein will erupt into a full-blown conflict. When that happens, the vein will become a black hole, endlessly devouring the manpower of both sides. How many losses can your clan afford to sustain?"
He, Song Changsheng, was still being considerate of the Rong Clanâs pride, so he hadnât spelled it out. The truth was, with the forces the Rong Clan could currently mobilize, their defeat was certain unless a Purple Mansion Cultivator personally took action.
Besides, did they think that just because they had a Purple Mansion Cultivator, the Lieyang Sect didnât?
Therefore, if the Rong Clan wanted to seize that Spirit Stone Vein, they had to either abandon their other front and crush the Lieyang Sect with overwhelming force, or... they had to cooperate with the Song Clan to ambush Yu Chengboâs group.
Those were the only two options!
Rong Shaoyuanâs expression darkened. The Rong Clan had already lost many of its people fighting for this Spirit Stone Vein. Although most were only in the Qi Cultivation Stage, they were the very foundation of the clanâs future growth.
Giving up the Spirit Stone Vein was out of the question. But the other front was just as important and could not be abandoned either.
That left only one path for the Rong Clan: finding an ally. The Song Clan was undoubtedly the best choice, and Song Changsheng had clearly come to him for this exact purpose.
But the point of his hesitation was that Song Changsheng refused to make the offer directly. He only analyzed the situation, and the unspoken message was perfectly clear:
âIt makes no difference to the Song Clan. The Lieyang Sect canât be bothered with us for now anyway. But if *you* were to ask for help, we might consider lending a hand to get you through this.â
After a long moment of silence, Rong Shaoyuan sighed. He looked at Song Changsheng with a wry smile and said, "I see now why you came to me first, Fellow Daoist Song, and not to the Elder leading my clanâs forces."
"If our Elder heard what you just said, heâd likely storm off in a huff. The clan would never bow its head to a mere Foundation Establishment Influence."
"But Iâm different. I place more importance on practical benefits. I admit, youâve convinced me. If we can kill even one of them, the clanâs chances of winning the Spirit Stone Vein will increase by twenty percent."
"So, Fellow Daoist Song, be straight with me. How much force can you commit to helping us with the ambush?"
A small smile played on Song Changshengâs lips. He held up two fingers. "Two cultivators at Foundation Establishment Great Perfection," he said, "one of whom is a Tier Three Array Master."
Rong Shaoyuanâs eyes shot wide in astonishment. "Clan Leader Song is taking action personally?"
"Thatâs right."
"I agree. Iâll go back and persuade the clan." Rong Shaoyuan agreed without a momentâs hesitation. The name Song Xianming was its own guarantee of success. Whether in terms of his mastery of arrays or his personal might, he had few rivals among Foundation Establishment Cultivators. With him involved, their chances of success would increase by at least thirty percent!
"Wait, Fellow Daoist Rong," Song Changsheng said quickly. "Let me be clear. Weâre not doing this for free."
Hearing this, Rong Shaoyuanâs expression soured slightly. But the demand was reasonable. After all, they were "requesting" their help, so of course, there would be a price.