I Can See Your Combat Power

“Let’s put aside the value of the token for now.” Tang Luo asked curiously, “Is Yun Zu really that remarkable? How does he compare to Bu Cangsheng or Han Wu from Zhongzhou?”

Bu Cangsheng was recognized as the first saint of the Human Race, but ever since the matter of Saint Han, Tang Luo had remained doubtful about the identity of the first saint. Because, in terms of time, Saint Han should have taken on his saintly mantle some years earlier than Saint Bu. Yet, this person here did not mention the other saints at all, and instead showed utmost admiration for Yun Zu, which was really perplexing.

The token-holder was taken aback by Tang Luo’s question, but on mentioning Bu Cangsheng and Han Wu, he scoffed: “What merits or abilities do Bu Cangsheng possess to be on par with dignitaries such as Han Wu or Yun Zu? If not for those two covering for him, the Human Race would have perished under the turmoil created by the Demon Race long ago!”

“What do you mean by this?” Tang Luo’s face remained emotionless, but his heart was secretly thrilled, feeling as though he was close to the truth of history.

“Are these facts not recorded in the history books outside?” The token-holder gave Tang Luo a surprised look, disdainfully saying, “Although Bu Cangsheng has exceptional cultivation, his means are extremely despicable. He does not dare to fight the demons head on. Instead, he mastered the Escape Technique and sneak into the nests of the demons to attack their young. Each time, he would slaughter all the young demons in the nest, leaving behind scents of other demons. Consequently, when those high-ranking demons returned to find their young slaughtered, they would fly into a rage. The overbearance and resentment seen in the demons of ancient Longzhou that made the Human Race barely survive was all due to his reckless actions!”

“Even though the Demon King is a demon, his intelligence is not lower than that of the Human Race. Even though his sorrow over the loss of his young is inexplicable, how could he be misguided by such lowly trickeries? In comparison to the scent of demons left behind, the scent of the Human Race could not be concealed from the senses of the righteous beings.” The token-holder grimly lamented, “Each time Bu Cangsheng accomplished his evil deed, the Human Race in Longzhou would suffer a massacre at the hands of the Demon King. If it weren’t for Yun Zu’s protection, the Human Race in Longzhou would have been completely annihilated by the Demon King, and its culture and values would not have been passed down!”

“So, that’s how it was…” Tang Luo finally understood, it was probably a matter of perspective and stance.

After hearing these words, Tang Luo suddenly came to understand why Bu Cangsheng, from the ancient times, could remain undefeated in all battles, despite being partially recognized as the strongest Saint, Han Wu, he had collapsed under the oppressive force of several Demon Kings. The tale of Bu Cangsheng’s undefeated triumph seemed fantasy, but now, he understood.

The greatness of Bu Cangsheng lay not in his strength, but in his perfection, in dealing with the war between races.

The Human Race and the Demon Race have different paths, the birth rate of the Human Race is much more than that of the Demon Race, the more powerful an ancient being, the harder it is to reproduce.

This is evident from the Dragon Clan. It takes five hundred years to become a dragon, whereas for humans, a new generation is born every ten to fifteen years.

The gap in reproduction corresponds to the gap in strength.

The leader of each generation of ancient demons is a powerful existence that is nearly impossible for the Human Race to conquer. A mere demon king is capable of turning a state upside down as easily as drinking water or eating food. Even if the combined might of tens of generations of humans battled this demon, they would still be unable to conquer it.

Under the pressure of the Demon Race, the martial arts of the Human Race could not prosper and develop, leave alone achieve anything substantial in martial arts.

Looking at it this way, the Demon Race is like an eternal nightmare for the Human Race. The lifespan of the Human Race is not as long as the Demon Race, the power of the Human Race is not as strong as the Demon Race, there is simply no glimmer of hope for victory.

Yet under such dire circumstances, the ancient Human Race identified the only means to achieve victory, eventually attaining dominance over Xiehe.

Of course, within this, there are physical cultivators who are at the top of their craft and have engaged in blood combat with big demons, there are also mighty figures such as Yun Zu who are unnamed. Additionally, we have top assassins such as Saint Bu whose targets are the young of demon kings.

But looking back on it now, does deploying the most exceptional human warriors to challenge the most superior demon kings make sense?

This is indeed hard to say. The most talented Saint Xu Feng vanquished the ten Demon Kings of Yuanzhou with seventy-two disciples, though he was a top-level King Realm warrior, his lifespan was only two hundred years.

After that, the Human Race has never produced any warrior as exceptional and dazzling as him. But, what about the Demon Kings? They were still being born at a steady rate, and their individual strength has never varied like the humans.

If it is said that Saint Han, Yun Zu, and Saint Xu represent the shields of the Human Race, grasping the opportunity for the proliferation of the Human Race amidst the attacks of the big demons, then Saint Bu represents the sharp blade of the Human Race, infiltrating the nests of beasts and cutting off the future of the demon clans.

It is no wonder the retreat of the ancient demons was so puzzling, as if wiped out from history, as their storms of bloodshed could even unleash a storm of blood in the world today. They were defeated by the weak Human Race from ancient times.

Tang Luo finally comprehended and suddenly realized why Bu Cangsheng is revered as the first saint of the Human Race.

Often times, people used to say, “The merits and demerits will be judged by future generations.”

At first hearing, it might seem irresponsible, a way to express: “I will do as I please and you can interpret that in whatever way you choose.”

But upon recollecting the deeds of Saint Bu, Tang Luo suddenly realized that there might be another layer of meaning to it.

Some merits and demerits can only be understood after hundreds or thousands of years have passed, in order to appreciate just how great the actions of one’s predecessors were.

The name of Saint Bu must have had a bad reputation in ancient times, because from the perspective of the descendants of Lei Zu, the unrest in Longzhou, and the massacre of the Human Race were all because Saint Bu was oppressing the young of the Demon Race. But think about it, if it wasn’t for Saint Bu, what would have become of the Human Race?

Could they have chased away the ancient demons or become the most powerful in the continent? Impossible! Not to mention anything else, there was the Extended-Arm Divine Ape clan that could hold the sun and the moon, shrink mountains, and feed on dragons and phoenixes. Tang Luo couldn’t even begin to imagine how the Human Race would have survived if these ancient demons still existed.

The first saint of the Human Race not only refers to the first saint of the Human Race but also to the saint that contributed the most to the Human Race. A lone soldier who silently fought wherever he went. Perhaps the entire Human Race saw Saint Bu as a plague-bringer, feeling that wherever he went, he brought disaster.

They were chased outside by the demons and ostracized within by the Human Race. What kind of generous and ambitious heart would it take for Saint Bu to persevere with his task?

Originally, Martial Saint Mountain, in Tang Luo’s eyes, was just a powerful force. But now, having heard the exploits of Saint Bu, an additional sense of respect emerged out of nowhere, even considering the misunderstanding the ancient Human Race had towards that saint.

“I don’t want the token of Yun Zu anymore,” Tang Luo sighed towards the token-holder, “However, the secret history you told me is very significant to me. So, I will give you five jade coins as a reward. Please record anything related to the Bu family, Yun Clan, and Han family on the paper booklet. You don’t have to worry about your writing style. You can write wherever your thoughts lead you. I want to understand more.”

Purchasing the container but not the contents, discarding the substance while pursuing the shadow, was nothing more than this. The token-holder put Yun Zu’s token into his bosom, happily received the jade coins and paper and said, “Mr. Tang is truly a unique individual.”

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