I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1283 1287: Ignore That Old Bastard

"You bunch of old fogies..." Li Xingtian looked at the group of Saints called over by Zhang Menglong, and sweat dripped down his back.
If he was determined to protect Lin Mofeng today, it wouldn't take much for those 11 Saints to hold him back.
If they were even a bit more serious, even Li Xingtian could fall here; this was no joke!
"Li Xingtian, you're not young anymore; stop always thinking about your pride," a Saint advised. "Is it worth exchanging what you've built over half a life for a disobedient student?"
"Exactly, even if someone comes knocking, see who it is. If it's a demigod, would you still find it shameful?"
"Mr. Zhang may not be a demigod, but his stature is far above ordinary Saints. You won't lose out this time."
"What benefits did he give you all to make you help him like this?" Li Xingtian sighed, showing signs of relenting.
"Hehe, a Saint Grade Elixir." The 11 Saints displayed smug expressions.
"I spent thousands of years and couldn't find someone capable of refining it, yet Master Zhang sorted it out for me in half a day. What's wrong with being his henchman?"
"Yeah, even if he gave me two big slaps, I'd still praise him for his talents."
"If he shits right on my neck, I'd still commend his digestive health."
...
Zhang Menglong's face twitched; these Saints really dared to speak so bluntly—he couldn't even come up with such comments.
"A Saint Grade Elixir? Is he a Saint Level Alchemist?"
The room was stunned, finally understanding why Zhang Menglong could easily summon 11 Saints as his henchmen; he truly had that kind of clout.
"It's over..." Lin Mofeng's vision went dark.
Given Zhang Menglong's status, even if Lin Mofeng escaped today, just a word from Zhang Menglong could trade his life for favors, and he'd face countless assassination attempts daily—a fate worse than death.
But how could a small True Martial Realm Martial Artist like Xing Nianbing be a Saint Grade Alchemist? He couldn't comprehend it.
"Grandpa..." Lin Mofeng looked toward his grandfather.
"Sigh!" Lin Xiong sighed. "Mo'er, this time not even your grandpa, let alone the headmaster, can protect you."
Lin Xiong seemed to age centuries in an instant, powerless against the situation.
"Senior Li Xingtian," Zhang Menglong spoke, "that girl harmed by Lin Mofeng is my savior. I was once ejected from a spaceship into the desert by a space-time storm, heavily injured. She defied everyone to take me in. If not for her, I would've been dead long ago!"
Zhang Menglong took a deep breath. "She's unjustly wronged today; if I don't stand up and fight for her, how can I face her spirit in the afterlife?"
"Is that so?"
"No wonder he's so angry!"
"Lin Mofeng has long been abusing his background for unlawful deeds; this time he truly kicked the hornet's nest."
"Let's have a moment of silence for him."
...
"Enough..." Li Xingtian sighed. "I'm stepping back; you can take him away now."
Using his spiritual power within the Elders' Tower, Li Xingtian easily located Lin Mofeng.
With a casual gesture, an invisible force restrained and threw him before Zhang Menglong.
"Bind him," Zhang Menglong ordered, and instantly, several Martial Artists tied up Lin Mofeng.
"Let go of me! You'll die miserably! Even if I die, I won't let you off!"
"Cut out his tongue," Zhang Menglong said coldly.
"Ah!" A Martial Artist ripped out his tongue along with a chunk from his throat, leaving Lin Mofeng with just gurgling sounds.
"Not enough," Zhang Menglong stated. "Everyone involved in this—I'm taking them, whether they participated, sheltered, or covered up; they all must die!"
Zhang Menglong declared in a tone that allowed no refusal.
Li Xingtian wanted to say more because among them, there were certainly some Elders and tutors, each invaluable to Chanling Academy. Killing them would diminish the academy's strength.
"No negotiation?" Li Xingtian asked.
"None!" Zhang Menglong replied emphatically. "For each missed, I'll kill a hundred more in their place!"
"Sigh," Li Xingtian shook his head. "Take them all!"
"Everyone involved, step forward," Zhang Menglong scanned the crowd. "I'll count to five!"
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"4!"
"5!"
The count finished, but no one dared to step forward, knowing involvement meant starting their next life, as evident from Lin Mofeng's fate.
"I believe among you, many were involved. Anyone who reveals them receives a Starstone!"
"I confess, he was involved in kidnapping the female student!" A not-so-strong Martial Artist pointed out one person.
"Good!" Zhang Menglong tossed him a Starstone.
"Kill him!"
"Whoosh!" A flash, and the Martial Artist's head soared skyward.
"Anyone else?"
"Yes! Your friend was drugged unconscious by Lin Mofeng; he made that drug!"
"True, this clue is very valuable—worth 2 Starstones!" Zhang Menglong glared at a young man, who dared not make eye contact.
"Heavenly Illumination!" A flick from Zhang Menglong ignited black flames on the young man. "Enjoy making potions, do you?"
"I , your friends wanted to escalate things; they're the ones who detained and tormented her."
"Kill him too!"
...
More people began to expose others, as cries mixed with cursed screams. Zhang Menglong, disinterested in torment, yet surprised at over a hundred accomplices showing up, even including a few Wheel Mystery Peak Martial Artists.
"That's enough now, thank you for your cooperation. Let's hope we don't meet again!" Achieving his goal, Zhang Menglong no longer saw a reason to linger.
"Let's go!"
"Wait, you think you can just leave after killing at my Chanling Academy?"
Instantly, a vast power like the universe's Starry Sky enveloped Chanling Academy, even dimming the sky.
"This power... Old Headmaster?" Li Xingtian watched in shock.
Li Xingtian wasn't the founder, merely the second Headmaster. The original Headmaster founded Chanling Academy, recruited some people, then wandered off, only returning twice in thousands of years.
As for the old Headmaster's realm, Li Xingtian didn't know, but even if not a demigod, he far surpassed these Saints.
"Damn!" A Saint told Zhang Menglong, "Mr. Zhang, Saints are of three realms; we're just in the First Realm. This presence at least is Second or even Third Realm. We've got a big problem!"
This force made all Saints show apprehension and even fear.
Who would've thought Zhang Menglong would coincidentally run into their old Headmaster returning home?
"Saint Third Realm, eh?" Zhang Menglong remained unfazed. "No worries, just an advanced old bastard, ignore him. If he dares interfere, beat him too!"