Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 1226 - 853 Hard Labor

Chapter 1226: 853 Hard Labor

The Ancestral Land of the Human Race was no ordinary place. Even during the height of the Prehistoric World, it could rank among the top ten.

Thus, nurtured by the endless Dao Rhyme, none of the clan members living in the Ancestral Land were ordinary. Even if the people from the Great Ancient Human Race were to revive, it would be no different, as they were Innate beings from birth.

Here, ’Innate’ does not refer to the Innate Realm of Martial Dao but to Innate Living Beings. It is said that those born in the Ancestral Land of the Human Race are essentially the same as the Great Ancient Human Race, all being Innate beings.

The reason why the people of the Ancestral Land hold themselves in such high regard, believing they are different from the humans outside, lies right here. They are Innate Humans, whereas the humans outside are Acquired Humans. Of course, they are different.

Most of those residing in the Ancestral Land belong to Ancient clans, descendants of mighty members of the Human Race, and moreover, although they also marry and have children, they only give birth after achieving success in their cultivation.

This approach, while making them less fertile, also brings clear benefits. It ensures the purity of their bloodline and prevents it from degenerating.

With pure bloodlines and a favorable cultivation environment, it is inevitable that those living in the Ancestral Land will revert to their ancestral state.

Therefore, each of them is an Innate Human. Cultivating into a Celestial Immortal is as simple as eating and drinking. With a little effort, they could step into the realm of the Golden Immortals, gaining longevity and immortality.

"The people of the Ancestral Land are not as numerous as I had imagined,"

Standing at the entrance of the Grand Temple, Jiang Chen looked forward and roughly assessed the situation.

He had thought that after countless years of propagation, there would be many people within the Ancestral Land. But in reality, it was quite the opposite; the total population of the Ancestral Land was only several tens of millions.

Among them, a large number were chosen talents from the outside, along with the descendants of various royal families of the Human Race. The permanent population residing in the Ancestral Land was only a few million.

Upon reflection, this was actually normal—pure bloodlines were bound to result in lower fertility rates, much like the Dragon Clan and the Witch Clan. Had they been as prolific as the Human Race, they would have dominated the Prehistoric World long ago, and the subsequent events would never have happened.

Nevertheless, a few million Innate Humans was a frightening thought. If they were brought to the outside world, it would be enough to give many powers a great scare.

"Have all the people arrived?"

Jiang Chen released his Divine Thought, instantly enveloping the entire Ancestral Land. Then, he nodded in satisfaction. This time, no one was acting in defiance. All the Golden Immortals from the Ancestral Land and those stronger had indeed rushed here, not a single one missing.

"Today, the five Innate Dao Sovereigns entrusted with guarding the Ancestral Land committed rebellion with ill intent and have all been captured by me. Similarly, many noble families from Nanbuzhan Continent who conspired with them have all been apprehended."

"As we are all one race and spring from the same source, I cannot bear to lay hands on them. The various garrison troops across the lands are precisely in need of labor for construction."

"Their cultivation levels are quite decent, so I have decided to send them there to serve as laborers until the turmoil in Heaven and Earth is settled, at which point they will be set free."

Jiang Chen spoke with a cold tone about the disposition of these rebellious families, commanding them all to go to the front lines to serve as laborers. Only when the warfare settled down would they be granted freedom.

Killing them would be letting them off too easily. Death would mean the end of all their troubles and they would no longer feel any pain. How could it compare to the satisfaction of having them alive but subjected to grueling labor and suffering to the fullest?

"This..."

Upon hearing this, the people from the Ancestral Land below looked at each other. They had myriad thoughts, but not a single one dared to speak out.

Was Jiang Chen discussing with them? No, he was informing them of the punishment he had decided on for these people, not seeking their objection.

Anyone who spoke out of turn could expect an unpleasant end. Getting struck down on the spot would be letting them off lightly compared to joining those rebels on labor duty at the front lines.

The people of the Ancestral Land were different from those of the outside world; they understood the strength of the Human Race more clearly or, rather, they themselves were a reserve force of the elite of the Human Race, ready to fill any manpower shortages immediately.

Therefore, they knew exactly what Jiang Chen meant by ’the front lines.’ It was either the battleground of the myriad races or the first line of defense against the Fierce Beasts. Toiling as laborers in such places was nothing short of a near-death experience.

It was known that in every great battle, the highest number of deaths was among the laborers, for the most dangerous and exhausting tasks were assigned to them.

Previously, the laborers of the Human Race were war prisoners from other races. Their lives were cheap, and they were treated as disposables. An order like this one, sending noble family descendants to endure hardship, was unprecedented.

As for what Jiang Chen said about granting them freedom after the turmoil subsides, it was best taken with a grain of salt. For millions of years, rumors had circulated that the wars were about to end, yet the unrest had shown no signs of settling down—a clear indication of the situation.

Those sent to the front lines as laborers were likely to never return.

And the noble family experts who were restrained by the Sun God Guards at the other side, after hearing Jiang Chen’s judgment, their faces immediately changed, their mouths opening as if wanting to say something. But they were terrified to realize that they could no longer produce a sound.

Jiang Chen did not want to hear anyone curse at him, so he simply cast a silencing spell on them, rendering them speechless.

He even cursed them so that if anyone dared to harbor ill thoughts toward him, intense pain would follow, causing them to writhe in agony, wanting to let out piteous screams. No matter how hard they tried to open their mouths, they couldn’t make any sound at all.