I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

After a while of consolation, the majestic voice disappeared. Aiwen wiped away the tears on his face, stroked his lower abdomen, and said firmly to himself: "The crisis of the empire has absolutely nothing to do with Jiang. I will find out the truth."

After finishing speaking, she checked the government documents sent from various places again, and at the same time secretly ordered Shirley to lead the Xiling Empire's intelligence agency to investigate secretly.

On Jiang Yeming's side, after the communication was over, he crushed the chastity ring into powder, and then entered the space city to hold a pre-war meeting.

Now the space city where all the citizens have moved out has turned into a giant office city. He walked through the densely packed streets in the sky and went straight to the former site of the city's administrative center in his memory.

Tall buildings, floating streets, and countless aircraft that stopped and cheered because of his return, as well as city law enforcement officers who thought they were traffic offenders but now saluted excitedly.

Although there are few roads in recent years, it is still remembered by the people, which makes Jiang Yeming a little excited and proud. This city has been connected with his destiny, and the sense of belonging of the city residents is the greatest praise for him.

Waving to the cheering citizens and law enforcement officers along the road, Jiang Yeming came to the new administrative center building amidst eager cheers.

This is a huge cylindrical building hundreds of stories high, and 90% of the decision-making of major events in the space city is carried out in the ring-shaped meeting hall on the highest floor.

In the spacious circular meeting hall, hundreds of deputies are taking their seats, and this time it is the acting city lord Jiang Yutong who presides over the deliberation.

Today's Jiang Yutong is completely different from being with her father. She directs the staff to do things in a calm and orderly manner, and communicates enthusiastically after meeting the representatives, giving them a feeling of spring breeze.

Jiang Yeming, who had already come to the meeting room and stood in the dark, was proud that he had a capable daughter. He was about to show up, but was held back by a pair of slender hands.

Jiang Yeming turned around and saw that it was Aphrodite, the eternally youthful and beautiful god of love, Jiang Yutong's biological mother.

For this, Jiang Yeming didn't know how to handle the relationship with her. There was actually no relationship between the two of them. It would be more reasonable to say that they were friends. However, there was a huge and irreparable misunderstanding because of the divine wine that Aphrodite took by mistake.

Aphrodite has gotten used to Jiang Yeming's embarrassment in the face of herself, and she took the initiative to say: "Are you sure you want to go to war with the Tyranids? They have a huge number of planes, and their war history far surpasses ours. This is a big gamble. You have to calm down."

Jiang Yeming glanced at his daughter and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I know what I want to do. This space city is destined to belong to Yutong in the future. The thicker her dowry, the better, isn't it?"

Aphrodite sighed: "Do you still feel that you owe your daughter? Jiang Yutong didn't think so, why bother."

"I don't know if she wants to, but as an oriental father, as long as I have the ability, I must leave a considerable fortune to my daughter."

Jiang Yeming paused, and his thoughts suddenly returned to that absurd night, many details reappeared in his mind, and he suddenly realized: "Aphrodite, you did it on purpose that night, maybe you didn't care about me, but you had thoughts about my body, so you deliberately set up a trap."

Aphrodite's face turned red in an instant, and she replied confidently: "Yes, I designed it. Why can't you combine such a powerful body with me with beautiful genes to form a perfect baby. I want it, so of course I do it. I don't want that fool Athena who obviously likes it but dares not say it."

"Stop! Talking nonsense, I won't talk to you anymore." Jiang Yeming was defeated instantly, covering his ears and walking out of the darkness.

Jiang Yutong, who was directing the staff, saw his father appearing, and happily introduced: "Dad, this is the newly established council hall. All the living races in the orbital circle of the war planet, as well as the major departments of the space city have more or less voting rights. A referendum on war will be held in a while."

Jiang Yeming frowned. Under the spontaneous evolution of the space city, such a wonderful system came into being. With so many representatives, there must be no common opinion in the referendum. Isn't this obviously bloated the originally simple administrative decision?

He asked coldly: "Who made the decision? Did the intelligent people participate?"

Jiang Yutong froze, and said timidly: "It's Grandpa Zeus. He made this suggestion many times. Since Grandpa Ji Xin, the Army of Gods, the Academy of Sciences, and the Army of Monsters never participated in government affairs management, he joined hands with a newly promoted director of the Supernatural Administration Bureau to win the resolution. The intelligent race did not participate in the vote. They said that everything will follow your arrangements." Jiang Yutong paused, and added, "Grandpa Zeus is also for the good of the space city.

It turned out that it was Zeus who picked the head. When the gods went to the fruit of the Cosmic God Tree to clear up the psychic demons last time, Jiang Yeming felt that something was wrong when the temples let those new gods make trouble. It seems that these gods began to grow greedy for power after their strength became stronger.

It seems that everyone else understands it very well, and they all kept silent and let Zeus mess around. This is also a statement to themselves.

Jiang Yeming sneered in his heart, there must be no chaos during the war, it is time to beat and beat, let those new forces understand how simple the space city is.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yeming smiled, and turned into a kind old father in an instant: "Why is Dad messing around, you go out and report, the war controversy has now begun."

"Okay." Jiang Yutong smiled, stepped on a disc-shaped anti-gravity hovercraft and flew to the center of the circular conference hall, and said through a loudspeaker: "Representatives, please be quiet, the city lord is already at the scene, and now he will issue a proposal for this war."

Immediately, the originally noisy meeting hall was completely silent, and countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the entrance.

Jiang Yeming walked out of the darkness at the entrance, and walked in the air without using the anti-gravity hovercraft.

He walked slowly to the podium in the center of the conference hall, looked up at the representatives on the circular high platform in all directions.

"I don't like this method. It reminds me of the Semian Star Field Joint Council. Those councilors look down on low-level civilizations. Do you want to look at me with judgmental eyes?"

With just one sentence, the audience was instantly confused, and the most excited ones were the old people.

Having successfully transformed into a three-meter burly man, Final Yan Godzilla jumped directly to the bottom of the meeting hall, and said sincerely to Jiang Yeming, "City Lord, I don't mean that. It's my first time here, just to pass the war dispute quickly, so that the battle can start as soon as possible."

Finally, after Godzilla transformed into form, he did not lose his fighting consciousness at all, expressing his thoughts very simply and directly.

After the end of Godzilla, representatives of Ken from the Godzilla Legion, the Academy of Sciences, and the Underworld Administration jumped off the conference table one after another, expressing to Jiang Yeming that they had absolutely no wrong thoughts.

Now the real power departments are left with the Temple of the Gods and the Supernatural Administration, which have not yet expressed their views.