Ying Jiaren gave all the cultivators who were not Dao Seal Cultivators two choices:
One was to go happily and willingly to their deaths.
With good luck, they might even survive.
The other was to go to their deaths with drooping heads, weeping and wailing; if they chose this, death was certain.
As for which they chose, Ying Jiaren did not care in the slightest.
The spirit monsters did not particularly care about this.
One clever fellow among them said smugly and excitedly, "Living in the Polar Lands for over a dozen years has already been worth it."
"If we die, we die!"
"Death will be a release, too. We won't have to have our bellies cut open and our viscera taken out once every year anymore."
"And we won't have to worship in all directions for eleven double-hours a day."
"Afterward, our corpses will become zombies, unafraid of hardship or exhaustion."
"Our souls will enter the Human Sovereign Banner to enjoy the good life."
"Just thinking about it feels wonderful."
The other spirit monsters nodded one after another.
The spirit monsters did not fear death, nor did they care whether they died.
They had lived long enough anyway.
But the New-Method Cultivators were unwilling to accept this.
The representative they put forward argued his case before Ying Jiaren, wanting more guarantees and unwilling to go to his death.
Ying Jiaren was not angry either. She merely said calmly, "I know you have objections."
"But I won't listen."
"Even if I did, I wouldn't take them to heart."
"In notifying you this time, I actually just wanted you to exercise your initiative and work happily."
"Whether you're willing or not changes nothing."
The New Method representative growled, "Are you afraid we'll rebel?"
"A billion New Method practitioners, each casting a