Elder Xiong Tuo also slapped the table in admiration. “Brilliant! In this way, we turn passive into active and drag the Myriad Soul Demon Sect into our rhythm!”
Elder Yu Sha was now completely convinced. His gaze towards Chen Ping was filled with reverence. He no longer harboured the slightest impure thought.
Chen Ping looked at their sudden realisation and continued. “Strategy alone is not enough. One must know the enemy and know oneself.”
“The Myriad Soul Demon Sect’s advantages lie in their concentrated manpower and powerful offensive strength, but they also have weaknesses. They need resources to maintain sect operations, weapons and treasures to arm their disciples, and spiritual medicines and pills to enhance cultivation. Their resource points are their lifelines.”
A cold arc curved the corners of his mouth. “They like to rob, so we… shall treat them as they have treated others.”
A bold and astonishing plan took shape in Chen Ping’s mind.
In the following days, the entire Myriad Beast Sect operated like a precision machine, running at high speed.
Under Chen Ping’s direction, the Sect Master Lie Tian divided the sect’s disciples into smaller units, forming dozens of elite squads.
These squads had only one task: harassment!
They no longer held fixed strongholds. Instead, like ghosts, they used their familiarity with the terrain to appear and disappear unpredictably in the border areas between the Myriad Beast Mountain Range and the Crimson Blood Plain.
One day, a squad disguised as demonic beasts would suddenly attack a passing demonic sect patrol, leaving the disciples in disarray. They would snatch storage bags and flee.
The next day, another squad would sneak near a temporary demonic sect camp under cover of night. They would not launch a strong assault.
Instead, they would bang gongs and drums, release piercing noises, or bombard the camp’s barrier from afar with long-range spells, ensuring the demonic sect disciples could not sleep all night and became mentally exhausted.
The day after, yet another squad would spot a demonic sect transport team. They would not engage head-on but sabotage the roads in advance and set traps.
When the transport team fell into chaos, they would attack from a distance with arrows and darts, targeting the beasts pulling the carts or lower-cultivation disciples. They would seize some supplies and immediately retreat, never lingering in battle.
For a time, the areas of the Crimson Blood Plain near the Myriad Beast Mountain Range were in utter turmoil. The disciples of the Myriad Soul Demon Sect were driven to distraction by these slippery beast clan squads, exhausted from constant pursuit.
If they tried to chase, the opponents had long vanished using the terrain.
If they tried to set ambushes, the opponents simply refused to take the bait. The attack locations were unpredictable.
The demonic sect disciples were full of complaints.
“These damned beasts! If they have the guts, come out and fight fairly!”
“Damn it, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in three days!”
“My storage bag was stolen! It had the pills I just received!”
The news reached the Myriad Soul Demon Sect headquarters. The sect master Hun Sha flew into a rage, yet he was helpless.
The Myriad Beast Sect’s sudden change in tactics left him punching at cotton.
He ordered intensified patrols and vigilance, dispatching more manpower to the border in an attempt to crush these flies with overwhelming force.
However, this was exactly the effect Chen Ping desired.
When the Myriad Soul Demon Sect’s attention was fully drawn to the border harassment, leaving their internal defences relatively empty, Chen Ping made his move.
His first target was a secret stronghold deep in the Crimson Blood Plain, known as Black Flame Valley.
According to intelligence gathered by the Myriad Beast Sect over many years, it was an important weapon-forging workshop of the Myriad Soul Demon Sect, specially forging demonic weapons and treasures for inner and elite disciples.
On this day, the moon was dark and the wind high.
At the periphery of Black Flame Valley, demonic qi was dense and foreboding. Patrol disciples were several times more numerous than usual, clearly frightened by the recent harassments.
Inside the valley, fires soared skyward. The constant clang of forging echoed without cease. Thick murderous aura intertwined with fire spiritual energy.
Chen Ping’s figure, like a wisp of cyan smoke blending into the night, appeared silently atop a cliff on one side of Black Flame Valley.
