I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1270 - 1264: Master, I’m That Idiot

Chapter 1270: Chapter 1264: Master, I’m That Idiot
"What did you say?" Hanuoke heard Zuo Liu’s words, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine, "You’re not kidding me, are you? A Martial Artist at the peak of God-breaking can create a Saint Grade Elixir?"
"Believe it or not, I don’t have time to argue with you," Zuo Liu was a bit displeased, "That master, though young, has hidden talents and fame deeply. If his alchemy technique is second, no one in the Stigma Continent would dare to say they are first!"
"Is your evaluation of him really that high?" Hanuoke and Zuo Liu had known each other for tens of thousands of years. He was extremely strict, especially with his students, and rarely praised anyone. It was the first time he heard Zuo Liu use so many compliments to describe a person.
"The master deserves such praise," Zuo Liu said, "I previously sought out many alchemists, who all demanded points and had harsh requirements. That master asked for nothing and was very approachable. You better seize this opportunity, other old guys might also be eyeing him now."
Actually, Zuo Liu just received several inquiries about the same thing, all asking who helped him fulfill his wish, just like Hanuoke.
Of course, Zhang Menglong mentioned that these people treated him like a fraud, even cursing him. The upcoming plot should become very exciting.
"Slap!" After the call, the Martial Artist named Hanuoke raised his hand and gave himself a big slap, "Why is my mouth so foul? I’m at least a Saint Martial Artist, why can’t I have better judgment? Would ordinary people dare take on my task to fool me?"
Hanuoke also needed a Saint Grade Elixir. His cultivation technique was very special, resulting in energy of two different attributes, light and dark. Both attributes were very powerful, and if combined, they held world-destroying power.
However, merging these two extreme and opposing energies wasn’t easy. His cultivation technique recorded a pill called the Light Spirit Shadow Fusion Elixir, which could help him merge the two energies.
But this elixir was just as demanding and difficult as Zuo Liu’s.
He hesitated for a long time, knowing he had just seriously offended this master. Such capable people might have good tempers but would not smile in response after being insulted, especially after severe humiliation. The master probably harbored resentment now.
As for using force? An alchemy master who could create Saint Grade Elixirs, who knows how many favors he’s sold. If he waved his arm, a swarm of Saint warriors might come; isn’t that suicidal behavior?
After much hesitation, he tried to dial Zhang Menglong’s quantum communication.
"Hello, is this Master Zhang?" Gone was the impatience and anger from earlier; Hanuoke’s tone was now extremely mild.
"There is no Master Zhang here, just a con man wasting people’s precious time." Zhang Menglong directly hung up the quantum communication.
"As expected," Hanuoke’s expression became like he ate something disgusting. The master indeed held grudges in his heart, but he dared not complain because all this was the evil fruit he himself sowed.
"Master, there’s a chat group inviting you to join!" At this moment, Hanuoke’s smart system alerted him.
"Group chat?" Hanuoke was puzzled. Although technology was advanced in this era, people like him were almost wholly engrossed in cultivation and rarely used social apps. He had neither a high frequency of communication needs nor the leisure for it.
"Master Zhang strategy group?" This group name intrigued Hanuoke, but he joined anyway.
The group already had 11 members, all Saint warriors, and they were the ones who published tasks in Shennong Hall.
They had all offended Zhang Menglong after he accepted their tasks, and just now, had also been ruthlessly ridiculed by him.
But kidding aside, they still needed someone to refine their elixirs. According to Zuo Liu’s description, Zhang Menglong might be the only one capable of helping them complete the elixir refinement. They must seize this rare opportunity, even if they have to pay a high price to restore the relationship with the master.
"Sigh, if only we had better tempers, we wouldn’t be in this predicament."
"Yeah, compared to Zuo Liu, our foresight is far too limited."
"This time, we must personally apologize to the master face-to-face, or we may never mend our relationship."
"And we can’t go empty-handed; we must show sincerity when apologizing, or the master won’t even acknowledge us."
"Exactly, we have to present something that will satisfy the master."
"Let’s go together, half an hour later, we’ll meet at Shennong Hall."
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"Haha, still have the nerve to call me," Zhang Menglong was munching on sunflower seeds and sipping milk tea.
"Big brother, is my massage comfortable?" Xiao Bai was working hard on Zhang Menglong’s shoulder.
"Make it stronger, haven’t you eaten?"
"Alright!" Xiao Bai, who had fully witnessed Zhang Menglong’s alchemy process, no longer cared about the dignity of being an Eight Desolates God-killing Tiger. All he wanted was to please Zhang Menglong and find a way for him to refine an elixir for himself.
"Big brother, when do you have time to refine an elixir for me?"
"That depends on when I’m in a good mood," Zhang Menglong, with a smirk of complacency, replied, "Ah, my legs feel a bit sore too."
"You rest comfortably, after I finish massaging your shoulders, I’ll massage your legs."
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The teleportation center at Shennong Hall, 11 middle-aged men walked out side by side. Their aura wasn’t strong, but they all exuded an authoritative presence.
"I wasn’t prepared for the visit of 11 Saints, I hope you won’t hold it against me." The person in charge of Shennong Hall rushed over in a sweat, upon hearing that 11 Saints were descending here, he hurriedly dropped everything to greet them.
"Are you in charge of Shennong Hall?" Hanuoke glanced at him.
"Yes, may I know what the Saints intend to do here this time? You can tell me, I’ll make arrangements for everyone." He was puzzled, as Shennong Hall, though large, rarely sees a single Saint in several hundred years.
This time, 11 arrived at once; what in the world was happening?
"You don’t need to mind us, just tell us where the tea house is."
"Please follow me." He led the 11 Saints to the tea house, "Here it is, everyone."
At that time, it was quite crowded here; they cautiously used soul scanning, finally locking their gaze on the youth comfortably sprawling by the window. Based on Zuo Liu’s description, that should be the master.
The 11 exchanged glances and quietly walked in front of Zhang Menglong.
"Greetings, Master Zhang."
"Hm?" Zhang Menglong turned around, "Who are you? I don’t know you."
Of course, Zhang Menglong recognized them, remembered every word they said to him, some calling him an idiot, others calling him brain-dead.
"Master, I am the idiot."
"Master, I am brain-dead."
"Master, I am a scoundrel."
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