The Dao Seal Cultivators of Bitter Cold City did not know what to say for a moment in the face of Ying Jiaren's decision.
Some supported Ying Jiaren, while others did not.
After a short while, one Dao Seal Cultivator laughed. "We carved out Bitter Cold City with our blades and spears."
"That Bitter Cold City has developed this far, that those New-Method Cultivators have survived here for over a decade-it's all thanks to us."
"Besides, everything in Bitter Cold City is under our control."
"They do whatever we tell them to do."
"What right do outsiders have to interfere?"
"What's more, we aren't sending the New-Method Cultivators to die for nothing. We're having them open up new territory and fight for humanity and the All-Under-Heaven Dao Court."
"And after they died, we collected their bodies, extracted their souls, and dug out their golden cores."
"Not a single bit went to waste."
"What right do the big shots above have to be dissatisfied?"
Ying Jiaren smiled. "Exactly."
"That's precisely it."
One Dao Seal Cultivator, whose backing had tangled ties with the New-Method Cultivators, could not bear to see so many rushed to their deaths and objected again. "These New-Method Cultivators only have some fighting strength once they reach the golden core stage."
"Rushing them onto the battlefield now is too wasteful."
"We might as well keep nurturing them. In a few years, once most of them have reached the golden core stage, it won't be too late to send them to war."
The other Dao Seal Cultivators frowned.
One was just about to refute this when Ying Jiaren snorted coldly. "I said they're to open up new territory now, so now is when they must go."
"If you're dissatisfied, fight me."
"Either you kill me and let the New-Method Cultivators