I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1267 - 1261: I’ll Give You a Miracle

Chapter 1267: Chapter 1261: I’ll Give You a Miracle
"Accept them all?" Qiu Yuru leaned over Zhang Menglong’s task panel. She initially thought that the tasks Zhang Menglong mentioned might be the kind like collecting herbs, as only such tasks could possibly be undertaken in bulk at once.
But even if Zhang Menglong took on a dozen or twenty, there was no way he could instantly upgrade to a three-star or five-star member. It wouldn’t help him at all in purchasing those precious herbs, right?
However, when she saw the tasks Zhang Menglong chose, she was dumbfounded. He had actually opted for 12 alchemy tasks, and all the elixirs that needed to be crafted were Saint Grade elixirs. Is this something a normal person dares to do?
Each Saint Grade Elixir, once crafted, almost always results in a phenomenon that astonishes the world and ghosts alike. Even those Saint Grade Alchemists can only craft such elixirs two or three times a year at most, partly because gathering these materials is incredibly difficult, and partly because they also have a high failure rate in alchemy.
Although Saint Grade Alchemists have a strong background and influence, even if they fail, no one dares to trouble them. However, each failure damages their reputation, which is absolutely unacceptable to them.
"Are you an alchemist?" Qiu Yuru looked at Zhang Menglong.
"What’s wrong? Don’t I look like one? I swear by my name!" Zhang Menglong patted his chest, "From treating bruises and fractures, contraception, and virility boosting to reviving the dead and breaking through realms, there isn’t an elixir I can’t craft."
"Pfft!" Qiu Yuru burst into laughter. Zhang Menglong was just too amusing, "But sir, these are Saint Grade Elixirs, you..."
It wasn’t that Qiu Yuru was being disrespectful, but was there such a young Saint Grade Alchemist on the Stigma Continent?
"Just tell me, can you accept them or not?"
"I can accept them," Qiu Yuru said, "but I can’t guarantee that the task issuers will trust you. After all, they put a lot of effort into collecting those herbs. Please pardon my rudeness, but you really don’t look like someone who can craft Saint Grade Elixirs."
"Never doubt what a man can do," Zhang Menglong chuckled, "Alright, help me accept these tasks."
"Alright then."
Qiu Yuru went through some procedures, and Zhang Menglong promptly took on 12 tasks, "I’ve sent your information to the 12 clients. If they’re willing to let you execute these tasks, the issuers should contact you soon. Please keep your quantum communication system open."
"Alright, thank you."
Zhang Menglong found a quiet corner and ordered a cup of tea to clear heat and reduce internal fire. He wanted to see if any of these 12 people had a broader perspective.
...
In the Silver Sword Empire, a top-tier first-grade superpower, a middle-aged man was teaching his students in a splendid building. Those who listened to the middle-aged man’s lecture, respectful and quiet, were at least martial artists of the Wheel Mystery realm!
"Alright, that’s it for today’s class. I hope you all have made progress when we meet here again in 100 years."
"Yes, thank you for your teachings!" The martial artists of the Wheel Mystery realm had a look of fulfillment on their faces, as if they had grasped the truth. They immediately planned to retreat for a period to thoroughly comprehend the content shared by their teacher.
"Oh? Someone accepted the task?" The middle-aged man suddenly received a message from the Shennong Hall.
The middle-aged man was named Zuo Liu, the ruler of this Silver Sword Empire and a martial artist of Saint rank. Bask in the glory of being a Saint, he had countless disciples under him.
However, there was one regret in his life: the person he loved couldn’t enjoy an eternal life like him. Her martial arts gift was quite ordinary. Even with Zuo Liu’s full support, her realm was still at the peak of illusion.
In this world, only Saints can be eternal!
As the inevitable end approached, his beloved was about to reach the end of her life. Yet, Zuo Liu never gave up hope. After much searching, he found an ancient pill recipe that could grant someone endless life and youth, but the price was that their martial arts realm would be stuck at this level.
For Zuo Liu, this side effect was utterly inconsequential. As a Saint, he had the power to protect his beloved, and all he desired was to accompany her through the passage of time.
To a strong Saint, finding a few Saint Grade Alchemists is not hard. But after seeing the ancient recipe, each Saint Grade Alchemist showed a helpless expression.
The requirements for alchemy were just too stringent. It demanded 12 different flames, and Saint Grade Alchemists, despite being highly experienced and skilled, had no connection to the number of flames. It’s dangerous even for someone to handle two flames, let alone 12.
However, Zuo Liu still put all his effort into collecting all the materials, waiting for someone who could help him.
"42 years old? Peak God-breaking martial artist, alchemist without grade?" Upon seeing Zhang Menglong’s information, Zuo Liu couldn’t conceal his disappointment, even feeling a bit angry, because he felt like he was being played for a fool.
But then he thought from a different perspective, why not first try to understand this person? This task had been up for thousands of years, and finally, someone was willing to take it. Maybe it is someone with extraordinary talent.
Clinging to the last sigh of hope, he dialed Zhang Menglong’s quantum communication.
...
"Don’t waste my time, get lost!"
"I don’t have time to play games with a child."
"You better not let me see you anywhere on the Stigma Continent, or I’ll kill you."
"Do you know how long I’ve waited for this news? I just gave up on something big, and it’s you, a mere whippersnapper?"
An hour passed, and Zhang Menglong received feedback from several people. Their attitude was uniformly the same: Zhang Menglong was too young, and he was an alchemist without grade. How dare a person like that take on their tasks, isn’t it just wasting their time?
Some people directly scolded Zhang Menglong via communication.
Some simply ignored him, quietly closed the task, and then reposted it on the task platform.
"People nowadays are becoming more and more impatient, can’t they show a bit of patience? Not even giving a single chance, seeing with dog eyes and looking down on people."
This result didn’t surprise Zhang Menglong. He just found it amusing.
Moments later, another quantum communication came through.
"If you’re here to scold, go ahead, but I’ve already accepted the task, whether you believe in me or not. Just don’t regret it later." Zhang Menglong answered the communication with a practiced script.
"Are you Mr. Zhang Menglong?" Surprisingly, the middle-aged man’s voice on the other end was somewhat respectful, "Hello, my name is Zuo Liu, and I saw you accepted my task just now."
"Finally, someone different," Zhang Menglong showed an unexpected smile. He checked Zuo Liu’s information: a ruler of a first-grade Empire, a Saint-level strongman, practically renowned throughout the entire Stigma Continent, yet he was such an agreeable person.
"Yes, it’s me." Zhang Menglong smiled, "You’re quite different from the others. Do you think I can craft it?"
"Even if there’s only a slight hope, I have to try, maybe a miracle will happen?"
"Hahaha, you are rather interesting," Zhang Menglong laughed, "Consider yourself lucky to meet me. Today, I will grant you a miracle!"