Preserving Seven Kill Hall

As the laughter gradually died down, the branch hall master surnamed Sun stroked his beard, and his tone suddenly shifted.

"The arrangements for the Myriad Manifestations Realm and Dao Observation Realm are settled, but how are we supposed to handle the Universe Realm conscription quotas?"

"There are no pills that can rapidly produce cultivators at that level."

The moment those words fell, the hall became so silent that a needle dropping could be heard.

The smiles on the faces of those who had been so pleased with themselves moments ago froze in unison.

Never mind sacrificing ordinary disciples, or useless people stuck at bottlenecks with no future.

Even if they had to sacrifice elite disciples painstakingly nurtured by the sect, they could grit their teeth and accept it.

Only one thing was absolutely unacceptable.

That was choosing people from among them—the Universe Realm mighty figures stationed in various regions—to go to the front lines and die.

There was no room for negotiation on that. Absolutely not!

The Great Elder remained silent, turning his gaze toward Yan Fentian in the seat of honor.

The method of using pills to rapidly create cannon fodder had been Yan Fentian's idea.

Yet as the sect master, he had to maintain his dignity and authority. It was inconvenient for him to personally oversee such filthy business, so he had delegated it to the Great Elder.

As for how the Universe Realm quotas would be arranged, Yan Fentian had not told him yet.

Yan Fentian raised his eyes and looked at the branch hall master surnamed Sun.

At once, the branch hall master surnamed Sun shuddered violently and hurriedly spoke.

"Sect Master, you know me. I bear the responsibility of guarding the Chishui Star branch hall. I truly cannot get away."

Yan Fentian's brow did not