Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 1222: Eight five one Tyrant Jiang Chen

Chapter 1222: Eight five one Tyrant Jiang Chen

"The Human King had earlier summoned a great army from the Ancestral Land, right? We, this group of old folks, will just stay here to watch, and if any shameless Quasi-Saint from the myriad races dares to strike against the younger generation, we will step in to stop them," Cang Jie said to Jiang Chen with a chuckle.

A large-scale war involving Quasi-Saints would certainly exceed the tolerance limit of the myriad races’ alliance, but small-scale battles among Innate Dao Sovereigns were within the alliance’s threshold of endurance.

In simple terms, as long as the level didn’t exceed that of a Quasi-Saint and the war didn’t extend beyond nine races, even if all nine races were annihilated, it would still be within the myriad races’ alliance’s tolerance.

Without a Quasi-Saint to preside, these nine races, in the eyes of the myriad races’ alliance, were practically as good as exterminated. Thus, even if they were wiped out by the Human Race, the alliance would only lament their loss and not turn hostile against the Human Race.

This is how cruel the myriad races could be; when they deemed a race worthless, they would not risk themselves for it.

"Then please, all seniors, watch over here; I will take my leave now." Jiang Chen bowed to the Quasi-Saints and turned to leave the place.

In reality, the Quasi-Saints were not under the Human King’s jurisdiction, and regarding the commands of the Human King, they could choose to listen if they felt like giving face; if not, they could completely ignore it without causing any trouble for the Human King.

In fact, many Quasi-Saints were former Human Kings, and in such a case, how could Jiang Chen possibly mobilize them?

It can be said that the reason these many Quasi-Saints had gathered was not due to obeying Jiang Chen’s orders, but rather to give him face.

To mobilize Quasi-Saints was not something the Human King could do; it required being a Human Emperor. Even a Daluo Jinxian of the Primordial couldn’t be moved by a Human Emperor, but the Human Race didn’t have such beings anyway.

Thus, the Human Emperor held absolute control over the Human Race, which was one of the reasons Jiang Chen wanted to become the Human Emperor.

"Our new Human King is indeed very young!"

After Jiang Chen left, the Human Race’s Quasi-Saints began discussing him.

It couldn’t be helped; a Human King less than five hundred years old was not merely rare; it was unprecedented. Since the birth of the Human Race millions of years ago, there had been only one such instance. Therefore, Jiang Chen would always be a topic of conversation.

"Youth is good. Young people are fiery and can take decisive actions. If we were all like us old folks, wouldn’t everything be over?"

"There’s a desire to change the Human Race, but because of this concern and that, nothing has been accomplished; in fact, the situation of the Human Race has worsened."

Some admired Jiang Chen’s vigor, thinking that young people, unlike the elderly, are not overly cautious and can take decisive actions, which is necessary for changing the Human Race.

"Yes, a serious illness calls for strong medicine."

"The situation of the Human Race is so dire that it has reached a point where strong measures must be taken. Without taking decisive actions, how can the root issues of the Human Race be resolved?"

"I think Jiang Chen is doing the right thing. Look at what the Human Race has become now: betrayal is common, and countless are acting under the guise of public good for private purposes."

"They even dare to hypocritically disobey the commands of the Human King, or rather, they don’t consider the Human King at all in their eyes."

"Going to the Ancestral Land to complain about the Human Race, it’s absurd how they came up with that idea."

A middle-aged Quasi-Saint said with great dissatisfaction, clearly disdainful of the current state of the Human Race.

"That’s not something to say lightly; if I remember correctly, among those who went to complain about the Human King, a few are your descendants."

A seemingly young Human Race Quasi-Saint spoke pointedly.

This indeed was the plain truth; those who had gone to the Ancestral Land to complain about Jiang Chen, if not many, then a great majority, could be related to the Quasi-Saints present, being mostly their descendants.

The Prehistoric World highly valued one’s origin; without a powerful background, how could one become a superior person?

It’s not an exaggeration to say that among the Human Race, anyone who could reach the state of a Golden Immortal could, strictly speaking, be linked to a Human Race Quasi-Saint or an Innate Dao Sovereign almost more than ninety-nine percent of the time.

If you are not the descendant of a Quasi-Saint or an Innate Dao Sovereign, trying to become an immortal in this era is nearly an impossible task, similarly as rare as a modern day worker managing to obtain a residence in Beijing on their own, virtually close to zero.

Of course, this Quasi-Saint dared to speak out because he was quite upright; he could confirm that among his descendants there were no unworthy ones.

His certainty came from the fact that he had no descendants; not all Human Race Quasi-Saints had descendants. In fact, most Quasi-Saints didn’t have any. The Prehistoric World lacked nothing but ascetics, and those with Dao Companions were the minority.

"What you’re saying is as senseless as farting. Our bloodlines have proliferated for so long, they’ve already merged into the masses of beings. If you now pull anyone from our race, see if they have our blood in them?"

"And by your logic, since the blood of the Human Race can be traced to the ancestors, does it mean that if a clansman makes a mistake, should it also be attributed to the ancestors?"

Another Quasi-Saint expressed dissatisfaction with the remarks of the younger Quasi-Saint, speaking in an annoyed tone.

Indeed, although the number of Quasi-Saints with descendants was the smallest, their voice in the Human Race was stronger than that of the Quasi-Saints without descendants.

It wasn’t because they had larger families and businesses, but because they had contributed to the propagation of the Human Race.