For a time, the scene was in an uproar. Even with Dao Thirteen holding the fort, it seemed somewhat difficult to suppress them.
Zhang Julai slapped the armrest of his chair and roared, "Shut up, all of you!"
Only then did the Blood Race fall silent, though one of them still spoke up. "Cave Abode Master, if that is so, what are we supposed to do about our cultivation in the future?"
Surely they could not truly be expected to absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy or draw power from Spirit Stones. What advantage would the Sacred Race have then?
Having long received Lu Ye's instructions, Zhang Julai spoke with confidence. "Forbidding you from slaughtering Blood Food is precisely for the sake of your future cultivation! Blood Food may not be difficult to breed, but it is not easy to raise. If we truly kill too many, sooner or later we will find ourselves with no Blood Food left to use. From now on, every so often, I will have people collect some fresh blood from the nearby villages. It will certainly be enough to support your cultivation."
In truth, when the Blood Race fed on the Human Race's blood, they did not necessarily have to kill anyone. It was simply that, during the process of drinking blood, the Blood Race could easily lose themselves to their cravings and find it difficult to control themselves. Thus, once a human was targeted by the Blood Race, they would inevitably be drained dry and die.
But if they merely drew some blood from a person, it would only temporarily harm the Human Race's body and would not endanger their lives.
This was the solution Lu Ye had come up with.
He had a plan in mind, but if he wanted to carry