Mortals: Tiannan's First Body Cultivator

As soon as these words were spoken, Patriarch Sanghai, Taoist Dimu and the others all looked embarrassed. The power of the human race now was no longer something they could match. Even the combined strength of several races were no match for the human race!
You must know that when facing the threat from the Mayfly Clan just now, the human race showed five of its own Mahayana fighters, one true spirit, one ferocious beast and three ghost emperors!

Such strength is almost comparable to that of old and powerful tribes like the Mayflies, and is simply not something that small tribes like the Yaksha can contend with!
Just as Sang Hai and other cultivators were arguing through telepathy, outside the hall, two human cultivators in the late fusion stage stepped into the Patriarch Hall!

These two people are none other than the Golden Light Buddha Emperor and Deep Spring Purple Emperor, two of the four new emperors of the human race!

But the two of them bowed and said:

"My Lords,
Our human Tianyuan Guard army has occupied the entire Yellow Wind Desert, killed countless desert beasts, and the Sand Spirit Venerable has long disappeared!"

Upon hearing this, several Mahayana cultivators of the human race all showed joy on their faces. It seemed that everyone's guess was correct.

Venerable Sand Spirit is extremely cunning and will definitely not stay in his lair and wait for death after offending the human race which is at its peak. I'm afraid he has already fled to other places.

Even according to the speculation of Jiangchuan and others, the old guy most likely escaped to the Nangen Desert.

However, the Nangen Desert is not comparable to small deserts like the Huangfeng Desert. It is a large desert that runs through the north and south of the Fengyuan Continent and occupies almost a quarter of the entire Fengyuan Continent. It is a real Jedi.

It is naturally impossible for the human race to go there and search for the trace of Lord Sand Spirit, which is a thankless task.

Fortunately, when Venerable Sand Spirit left, he took away a master in the fusion stage among the wild beasts in the Yellow Wind Desert, which allowed the human race to take over this territory without any effort.

Jiang Chuan nodded and then said:
"Okay! Thank you for your hard work, both of you!

Immediately dispatch human formation masters, weapon refiners, and city forgers to the Yellow Wind Desert to establish formations and completely naturalize the Yellow Wind Desert into the human race!

Daoist friend Mo! Master! Daoist friend Qing Yuanzi, Daoist friend Wang, my suggestion is to build two new realms in the Yellow Wind Desert, the Yellow Wind Realm and the Yellow Sand Realm. What do you think?"

Mo Jianli heard this and nodded and said:
"Um!

Although the Yellow Wind Desert is not small in area, except for some special spiritual materials and medicines, the cultivation materials are relatively simple and not suitable for large-scale survival and reproduction of the human race. It is more appropriate to set it up as two realms!"

The Yaksha monks Sanghai and others in the hall felt a chill in their hearts when they heard Jiangchuan and other human monks determine the fate of the Yellow Wind Desert in just a few words. It seemed that the human race is really different now!

But Jiang Chuan picked up a cup of spiritual tea and said expressionlessly:
"Everyone, since we are not on the same page, please go back!"

Taoist Dimu saw this and said quickly:
"Oh my! What are you doing, Brother Jiang? Isn't this heresy?
Since we can't agree to what we just said, we can still discuss it further!
In my opinion, one third of the territory is indeed too much. One sixth, all our races should give up one sixth of the territory to the human race in exchange for peace in the northwest of Fengyuan!
What do you think, Brother Jiang?

Jiang Chuan heard this and said with a smile:

"One sixth? Fellow Daoist Dimu is looking down on us humans too much!
However, since all of you fellow Taoists are sincere in discussing this with our human race, then we humans will make another concession!
A quarter of the territory cannot be less. Any less will lead to war!"

Seeing this, the foreign Mahayana cultivators looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. They could only nod and say:

"My Wood Clan is willing to give up a quarter of the border territory of the Human Clan, hoping to establish friendly relations with the Human Clan!"

"My Yaksha tribe can also give up a quarter of the territory of the human race, hoping to live in peace with the human race in Fengyuan Continent!" "My Shadow tribe is also willing to give up a quarter of the territory of the human race, in order to stop the war!"

Finally, the late stage of the spiritual race's fusion holy spirit bowed and said:

“Senior Jiang, fellow human elders, before I came to the human race, my Spirit King had already instructed me to give up one-fifth of my territory in exchange for stability in the northwest of Fengyuan.

If you fellow human Taoists are not satisfied, you can go to the holy land of my spirit race to find my spirit king.

That's what I meant. I am just a messenger. Please don't blame me, seniors!"

Jiang Chuan was not surprised when he heard this. Instead, he smiled and said:

"Oh? It seems that Brother Spiritual King is planning to make close friends with our human race!
Well, if I have time, I will go to the Spiritual Tribe and discuss Dao with fellow Daoist Spirit King!"

When other cultivators such as Sang Hai heard this, they were not too surprised. After all, the Spirit King of the Spirit Clan has always been quite mysterious, and even the reproduction method of the entire Spirit Clan is incompatible with the various races of Fengyuan Continent.

Although the Spirit Race has always been a third-rate race in the spiritual world with only one Mahayana cultivator in charge, several nearby races are more or less aware of the mystery of this race!
Some monks have even speculated that the entire spirit race was actually separated from the Spirit King's body. Of course, this speculation is certainly impossible to verify.

The Spirit King dared to make such a decision and didn't even show up in person. Although the other Mahayana cultivators were a little surprised, they could understand it. It was simply that the Spirit Clan had something else to rely on!
However, Jiang Chuan knew very well in his mind that the Spirit King of the Spirit Clan was a real old hand. Although the Spirit Clan had an orderly inheritance of Spirit Kings from generation to generation, they were actually the same cultivator. The so-called first-generation Spirit King and the contemporary Spirit King were both the same creature!
The true form of that creature is most likely a damaged immortal weapon, so its strength is unfathomable, but it has been hiding its strength to avoid fighting!
In fact, Jiang Chuan's words just now were just polite remarks. Jiang Chuan had no intention of seeking a fight with the Spirit King. As long as he could practice peacefully in Fengyuan Continent, that would be enough!

Afterwards, these Mahayana monks from other races left the human race and returned to the territories of their respective races, planning to demarcate areas and arrange for the evacuation of their people to ensure that they could live in peace with the human race.

The human race has a group of cultivators in the fusion stage who are responsible for taking over the relevant areas, so Jiang Chuan and others don't need to worry about it.

After everyone left, Jiang Chuan finally had some leisure time, wandering around the newly built Panwang Sect and Zoroastrianism.

However, not long after walking around, his apprentice Xiao Daier found Jiang Chuan and said with a bow:

"Master! An old friend has asked me to come here and wants to see you!"

Hearing this, Jiang Chuan said with some confusion:

"Oh? An old friend?
An old friend of yours?"

Xiao Daier did not hide anything and said frankly:

"Report to Master!

The person who asked for help as a disciple is Daoist Gongyangdu, the leader of the Five-Colored Sheep Clan of the demon tribe!
He said he wanted to meet the Master and had a treasure to present to him!"

Jiang Chuan felt helpless when he saw this.

It turns out that after the passage of time, the monks of the same level back then now need to ask their own disciples to see me. It is true that things have changed a lot! (End of this chapter)