I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1284 1288: Did He Call Us Here Just to Be Foils?

"Old...old fart?"
These three words made the Saints somewhat embarrassed. Is this something you can just say casually?
Although everyone here is a Saint, the old headmaster of Chanling Academy is far more powerful than they are. In the Saint Realm, advancing even one realm is extremely difficult, and the gap between each level is even greater than the difference between a Saint and a Semi-Saint.
In other words, the eleven of them combined aren't even a match for the headmaster of Chanling Academy, and yet they're supposed to take him on as well?
Isn't that overestimating them a bit too much?
"Old headmaster, huh? Come on out, stop playing tricks on me. What I hate most are people who play tricks," Zhang Menglong said.
"Hahahaha, you really are commendably brave." A shadowy figure in a black robe slowly descended from the clouds. He seemed like just a dry, skinny old man, visually nothing compared to Li Xingtian.
However, the aura he exuded was many times more oppressive than Li Xingtian's.
Just like in current TV dramas, some Sword Immortals look like they're all special effects, while others make you feel that a Sword Immortal should be just like them at first sight.
This old man gave off precisely that sensation.
"Li Xingtian, I entrusted Chanling Academy to you, and you let it come to this? A mere Void Transformation Realm Martial Artist dares to bring people to kill at my Chanling Academy? Is my name, Chan Shikong, no longer useful?" The old man stared at Li Xingtian.
Li Xingtian felt bitter. Of course, he didn't want to see people get killed in his own academy, but could he stop it? Even though Zhang Menglong is just at the Void Transformation Realm, the people he brought along are all Saints!
"Chan Shikong? Why does that sound like a monk?" Zhang Menglong muttered to himself.
"Mr. Zhang, this Chan Shikong is quite renowned," Huang Poji whispered, "When he became a Saint, many of us weren't even born yet. It's said he was a monk, then became a warrior monk at a temple. He showed remarkable martial arts talent and eventually grew to be a Saint, one likely to break through to the Demigod level!"
"Though he's a monk, he has that warrior monk temperament, very temperamental and bloodthirsty. Mr. Zhang, I'm afraid it might be very difficult for us to leave here this time."
"Mr. Zhang, perhaps we could try negotiating with him. Maybe you could trade some elixirs with him."
"Sorry, I have absolutely no interest in negotiating," Zhang Menglong sneered. "What I fear least is being threatened."
"Mr. Zhang, did you secretly invite other powerful individuals?" someone asked.
Logically, if Zhang Menglong had no confidence, he should be scared to death right now, but instead, he looked as if nothing mattered. Perhaps he didn't care about Chan Shikong at all?
There's only one explanation for this—he might have invited someone even stronger.
Given his alchemy skills, it's not impossible.
"Sorry, no," Zhang Menglong shook his head. "I only knew they had a Saint headmaster; who knew there'd be an old headmaster? Otherwise, I'd definitely have brought more people."
"Then why are you still..."
"Don't talk. Let me handle this," Zhang Menglong interrupted the Saint. "Senior, may I ask if you are the old headmaster of Chanling Academy?"
"I already said it, and I don't want to repeat myself," the old man replied.
"If you heard our conversation earlier, you should know the whole story, right?" Zhang Menglong asked. "Someone at your school harmed my benefactor, and since your school didn't want to handle it, I had no choice but to handle it myself. Isn't that reasonable?"
"Hahaha, absurd," Chan Shikong laughed, "I'm not here to discuss right or wrong. My Chanling Academy handles its own, no matter how grave their wrongdoing, and it's not for a young brat like you to oversee."
"So you're saying it's all about who has the bigger fists, right?" Zhang Menglong laughed. "Well, I'm handling it now. What are you gonna do about it?"
Zhang Menglong casually waved his hand, and a strand of Sword Qi sliced off two pieces of flesh from Lin Mofeng's crotch.
Lin Mofeng was so pained that his face was nearly contorted, but he still couldn't make a sound.
"He actually dared to do such a thing openly. Is he provoking the old headmaster?"
"Across the entire Stigma Continent, probably only he dares to do such a thing."
Chan Shikong frowned, never expecting Zhang Menglong to continue taking action while standing right in front of him.
"Bold of you. You remind me of myself in my youth," Chan Shikong's expression returned to its calm demeanor. "But you must know, arrogance is fine, but do you have the capital for it?"
"What I want to tell you is, you've left the school for so many years, so at your age, don't involve yourself in everything. If you sacrifice yourself in the process, do you think it's worth it?"
"Hahaha, that's interesting. I'll see what other cards you have up your sleeve!"
Chan Shikong extended a finger, pointing downward. A visible wave of energy crushed forward.
All the dancers beside Zhang Menglong seemed to bear the weight of a mountain, pressed from the air to the ground, including those eleven Saints, who bit down hard; it took all their strength to withstand the pressure.
"Look, the people you called are not even a match for one finger of mine. What right do you have to flex before me?" Chan Shikong sneered. "Release him, kneel and kowtow, compensate Chanling Academy for all damages, and then reflect against the wall for 500 years. I might spare you your life."
In 500 years, no matter how great a genius, their Gift would be ground away.
Chan Shikong's plan was simple: punish Zhang Menglong and reduce him from a genius to an ordinary person.
"You really do talk a lot!" Zhang Menglong wasn't buying it. He raised his hand again, severing one of Lin Mofeng's arms with a spurt of blood.
"He dares to act again!"
Zhang Menglong's audacity made Chan Shikong widen his eyes. Is he truly not afraid of death?
"You're courting death!"
Zhang Menglong's actions undoubtedly pushed Chan Shikong to his limit. "Kneel before me!"
Another wave of pressure bore down on Zhang Menglong. Earlier, the force had only been a warning.
This time, Zhang Menglong was Chan Shikong's direct target.
If this force landed on Zhang Menglong, given his Void Transformation Realm strength, he could be crushed, seriously injured, or even killed.
"Kneel? Even if you called a Deity, would they deserve it?"
Golden light emanated from Zhang Menglong's body. "Gou Dan, give me a True God Realm teacher's power!"
[Borrowing Sun Wukong's teacher's power, True God Realm, consuming 10 million Cred Points per second!]
"Boom!"
An overwhelming presence descended, nullifying Chan Shikong's power in an instant beneath Zhang Menglong's aura. The others looked up at Zhang Menglong in awe, "A Demigod...no, perhaps even beyond!"
"I told you, he can refine Saint Grade Elixirs in half an hour; how could he just be a Void Transformation Martial Artist?"
"Clearly, he's so powerful; why hire us then?"
"Are we just here to set the stage for him?"