A strange look appeared on everyone's faces.
Half worried, half delighted!
If Elder An's plan truly was feasible, then the crisis before them could be solved as easily as a blade splitting bamboo.
What worried them was that the mission to lure away the demon birds absolutely must not fall on them.
After all, anyone with eyes could see that this was all but a nine-deaths-one-life affair.
Forget Nascent Soul Realm cultivators—even a Lihe Realm ancestor might not be able to escape from the mouths of such ferocious demon birds.
After finally setting foot on the path of cultivation, who would be willing to throw away his life for no reason?
Compared with ordinary people, cultivators were even more selfish and self-serving. In a perilous situation like this, no one would volunteer.
Please, anyone but me!
Compared with the Nascent Soul ancestors, who were as silent as cicadas in winter, the Core Condensation and Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators were greatly delighted. After all, their cultivation was too low; there was no way they would be sent to carry out such an important task.
They had originally thought the outcome would be nine deaths and one life, yet they had never imagined they might instead reap the fisherman's profit.
They did not dare say it on the surface, but in their hearts they were already gloating over others' misfortune.
Toward those lofty Nascent Soul ancestors, how could the low-level cultivators not be jealous?
The law of the cultivation world was the weak are prey to the strong. In the past, cannon fodder had always been made of low-level cultivators like them; if they refused, their souls would be drawn out and refined.
Now the wheel of fortune had turned, and at last it was these lofty ancestors' turn to suffer misfortune.