An Arrow on the String Must Be Released

The formal order to gather manpower and prepare for expansion did not cause much of a stir.

Leaving Starfire's cultivators aside, the newly incorporated citizens below had enjoyed the benefits for several months and were already steeped in them. The moment they heard there was a chance to seize even greater gains, they could scarcely hold themselves back.

As for the large batches of other races below, they wished for war to arrive sooner rather than later.

If the peaceful years of growth before had worn away the wild ambitions in their hearts, leaving them only wishing to wait comfortably for death, then Ye Xiu cleaving through the storm with his sword and the mass promotion of cultivators during the crisis had likewise dealt them no small shock.

Not to mention that, from who knew where, word had spread in secret: Ice-Snow Mountain City consumed enormous resources, and only enough batches of slaves laboring for it could sustain the entire city. Without new arrivals to replenish the ranks, they would never have their day in the sun.

This claim had not originally been very widespread, but someone from somewhere had produced an old recorded document with great solemnity. It properly marked that after every large-scale influx of newcomers into the city, people were immediately promoted afterward, and from it they had distilled a simple, easy-to-understand formula.

"Choose one from a hundred, and he shall be fed."

This simple and brutal slogan directly equated promotion with headcount in many people's minds.

What was more, the two recent incidents could also be fitted into the formula, further confirming many people's suspicions.

It was not as though no one had dared to question those above.

Yet whether they were Starfire's native cultivators or the newly promoted citizens, they all gave the same exceedingly