I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1261 - 1255: Damn, This Hurts Like Hell

Chapter 1261: Chapter 1255: Damn, This Hurts Like Hell
In the Tarkel Great Desert, near the central region of the Stigma Continent, lies a large and barren desert that is nonetheless a crucial hub of transportation.
A group of ostrich-like creatures were carrying a group of young martial artists hastily across this space. They ranged in age from 20 to 40. On this Stigma Continent, anyone under 50 generally counted as young.
Their realms were typical for martial artists of their age, all within the True Martial Realm.
"Sister Bingbing, we just have two more days to cross this Tarkel Great Desert," said a young man as he took a big gulp of water. "Seems like we shouldn’t have any problem making it in time for the Chanling Academy enrollment this time."
"Yeah, we’ve been preparing a long time for this enrollment. If we get a chance to enter Chanling Academy, it would almost be like securing a ticket to the Void Transformation Realm," said another.
"Don’t make it sound so simple. Chanling Academy is indeed impressive, but their elimination rate is distressingly high. If even one of us out of this group of ten passes the examination, we’d be thanking our lucky stars," the girl referred to as Sister Bingbing said. She was relatively the oldest in this group of martial artists.
This remark dampened the spirits of the young people. Everyone knew Chanling Academy’s power; it’s a second-tier academy, with a Saint as the dean. They’re a top-level martial artist school, consisting of four academies, each headed by a Wheel Mystery Realm peak powerhouse. Each academy has its specialty, their strengths closely matched.
Their admission follows a rigorous examination system. Although there’s no threshold restriction, the difficulty is incredible. One needs either a stunning gift or tremendous strength. It’s rumored the elimination rate exceeds a formidable 90%.
For this school, any student who graduates invariably reaches the Void Transformation. That’s their graduation threshold. If you fail to meet it, you’ll not only be unable to graduate, but if you exceed the maximum study limit, you’d have to work for the school.
For example, in Chanling Academy’s cafeteria, those uncles and aunties serving food might actually be God-breaking peak martial artists extending their studies because they couldn’t graduate.
"Sister Bingbing, don’t always say things that discourage us. After all, we’re the best martial artists in our town, not any worse than others, right?"
"Remember always, there are always others better and stronger than us. While we’re excellent in our town, our bit of talent is nothing across the whole Stigma Continent."
"Alright, everyone, perk up. We’re about to cross the most dangerous area of the desert, where there are numerous Warcraft roaming. Occasionally, there might even be malicious martial artist gangs. It’ll be trouble if we encounter them, so let’s strive to pass through before nightfall."
"Sister Bingbing, do we really have to keep carrying that dead guy?" one of the youths pointed to another young man slumped on the girl’s mount.
He was a young man they had rescued two days prior in the desert’s interior, where half his body had been buried in the sand. If not for the absence of sandstorms in the past few days, he might have long been buried. It had to be said, his luck was quite good.
The young man’s clothes were torn to shreds, as if by some creature, and his entire bloodline and bones were nearly crushed by a force. If not for the faint breath of life, they’d have thought he was dead.
But even so, he was indeed not much different from a dead person in this state.
"Yeah, if we keep carrying him, should there be danger ahead, he might become a burden to us. Let’s just leave him. Less trouble is better than more," suggested another.
"How can we do that? A life is still a life," the girl said. "Besides, don’t you find him quite unusual? Over these two days without treatment, his external wounds have slowly healed, and his breath is increasingly apparent."
"Maybe it’s just a flash before death?"
"Exactly, people like him pop up now and then in the Tarkel Desert, some lucky not to be eaten after encountering Warcraft, others robbed by evil martial artists and left behind. We can’t save all, can we?"
"Alright, stop discussing. I won’t abandon him. If anything really happens, I’ll be the one facing the consequences, not you all."
"Eh, we’re just saying."
"We wouldn’t leave you anyway. If you want to save him, do it!"
"He’s damn lucky. Had he not met you, Sister Bingbing, even if he hadn’t died from severe injuries, those Warcraft would have taken him as a meal."
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"Quiet! Listen, what’s that sound?" The girl suddenly became alert.
"Seems like something’s approaching."
"Look over there!"
A teenage boy pointed to a direction, his expression shifting to one of fear.
On the ground, a huge protrusion was rapidly closing in on them. The dune’s height reached at least 20 meters, and it moved extremely fast. They rode creatures known as Dune Sprinting Cranes, Warcraft domesticated by humans to be the most cost-effective transport in desert regions.
The mysterious creature’s speed of closing the gap was visually perceptible, rapidly decreasing the distance between them.
"Quick! Go!" They urged the Dune Sprinting Cranes to speed up. But these Dune Sprinting Cranes were naturally timid creatures, and at this moment, they were so frightened their legs went weak, not to speak of speeding up. They collapsed to the ground terrified, burying their heads deep in the sand.
"It’s a Warcraft!" The girl quickly realized only Warcraft could evoke such terror in Warcraft themselves.
"Look, there are people too!"
The group looked carefully, spotting silhouettes flying through the air ahead of the mound!
On the Stigma Continent, the primary ability to fly through the sky was indicative of having reached the Heaven-breaking Realm. That group flying were at least martial artists of the Heaven-breaking Realm.
The fact that they were fleeing in such panic meant this Warcraft wasn’t something they could handle.
"Let’s quickly hide. Right now, they’re not targeting us, it’s not too late!"
The girl glanced at the location of Zhang Menglong. When the Dune Sprinting Crane suddenly fell, the heavily injured youth had been flung by strong inertia hundreds of meters away.
"Hurry up, leave him!" The other youths urged, "We’ve done all we could. We can’t help him. If we don’t leave, we’ll all die!"
"You go on ahead!" The girl shook off their hands, "I can’t just watch and do nothing!"
Immediately, the girl ran to the young man’s side, lifting him unto her back. For someone at the True Martial Realm, carrying a person required no extra effort. But within those few seconds, the colossal moving dune had already appeared before her.
A huge creature surged up from the desert, swallowing a few desperately fleeing martial artists whole. It then executed an agile roll in the sky, lunging towards the girl and youth.
"Land Shark!" The girl’s pupils instantly dilated. This was a desert Warcraft. Although not an apex predator, its Heaven-breaking Realm strength was something she simply couldn’t contend with.
The girl tightly shut her eyes, even feeling the foul breath of the Land Shark.
At this moment, a voice surprisingly came from the young man she carried, "What the hell, damn it, this pain is killing me!"