You Really Are Lucky

The gigantic spirit vessel carrying the martial artists conscripted by the Star Alliance sped through the vast Star River.

Far more than the nearly three hundred people from Seven Kill Hall had been conscripted for this journey.

Including those from other sects, there were over two thousand in all.

The people of Seven Kill Hall had been assigned to a cabin section on the western side.

When they first arrived, they had all kept their heads down in silence.

They knew better than anyone how much water there was in their current cultivation realms.

This trip was no different from marching to their deaths.

No one had any mood to chat with others.

But as they listened to the discussions from the surrounding cabin sections, someone finally could not hold back any longer.

"They're right. Why should it be like this? Chu Sheng was clearly the one who caused the trouble. Wouldn't it be enough just to hand him over?"

"Exactly! That whatever Big Eye Dynasty wants is him, not us. We're suffering a calamity for no reason at all!"

"It's the Great Eye Divine Dynasty. Ah, who cares what dynasty it is? However big those eyes are, they have nothing to do with us. We're just cannon fodder. We might croak before we even see the enemy's faces. It's all Chu Sheng's fault..."

Amid the discussion, an aged voice suddenly rang out, overwhelming the clamor in the cabin.

"It is the Great Yan Divine Dynasty. Yan as in derivation, not eye as in eyeball."

Everyone turned to look and saw the Grand Elder slowly open his eyes.

He raised a hand to stroke his long beard, his gaze sweeping across the cabin full of indignant disciples.

"However, what you said was wrong—gravely wrong!"

"When has Chu Sheng ever done