Feng Jun's words still drew sidelong glances from some people. After all, his idea was rather underhanded.
Cultivators... actually had their own version of political correctness: their hearts could be dark, but they had to face the light.
Some people said nothing. At the very least, Yi Jue remained silent—she truly disdained such underhanded schemes, but it was not appropriate for her to refute him either.
"This will do," the Rui Clan's True Venerable said with a smile and a nod. He belonged to the family faction. Morality had to be upheld, certainly, but he did not mind occasionally displaying some underhandedness. For a family of upper-middle standing, it was an excellent deterrent to outsiders.
Moreover, the Rui Clan truly bore deep hatred toward the Asura, and he would not change that stance.
He even stated clearly, "Once they have accumulated enough reserved space, we can slaughter a batch and reap some decent gains."
"Indeed." Rarely, the Beast-Taming Dao True Venerable nodded as well. "Once livestock has been fattened up, naturally it should be slaughtered for meat."
Feng Jun had said this because he had realized that some people were dissatisfied with his proposal, so he made this declaration.
Once he saw that everyone's opinions had basically aligned, he smiled. "Of course, this concerns the Asura of this world. How the Asura of other worlds are handled will be decided by you all."
So do not be dissatisfied. This world has already been divided among five parties. Even if we are raising venomous insects, we will bear the responsibility ourselves.
Once those words were spoken, no one had anything more to say.
The Beast-Taming Dao's True Venerable, however, remarked, "What a pity. The Asura of other worlds may not be so weak."
From his tone, he actually sounded quite regretful.