I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1285 1289: Who Says the Dead Can't Be Revived?

"De... Demigod... No... He's stronger than a Demigod!"
Chan Shikong looked at Zhang Menglong, too shocked to speak, his body even trembling from this immense power.
As a Martial Artist of the Saint's third realm, Chan Shikong had spent his entire life pursuing the Demigod realm. However, on the entire Stigma Continent, Saints were already as rare as phoenix feathers, let alone Demigods. Despite a lifetime's efforts, he had never touched that realm.
Once, on the edge of the Sacred Earth Continent, he met a Demigod and even trained alongside him for thousands of years, living and eating with him. It was during this time he realized the vast gap between himself and a Demigod, an existence that could doom him with just a glance.
Yet, Zhang Menglong in front of him was even more terrifying than that Demigod. He could only sense that Zhang Menglong was far superior, but he couldn't even gauge how much stronger with his current realm.
"Now, do you think I'm capable?" Zhang Menglong pointed a finger downward, and an enormous pressure forced Chan Shikong to the ground, a mirror image of what had just happened.
Chan Shikong tried to struggle to his feet, but the pressure was so great he couldn't even straighten his back.
"Want to stand up?" Zhang Menglong chuckled, his finger moved slightly again, an energy wave visible to the naked eye slammed down on him like a heavy hammer.
"Bang!"
Chan Shikong was smashed to the ground like a frog, leaving a large crater on the surface.
"Do you like meddling in others' affairs?"
"Bang!"
The crater expanded rapidly, dozens of meters in diameter.
"Since you want to see who has the harder fist, I'll show you that in front of me, a Saint is nothing!"
"Bang!"
Chan Shikong, struck repeatedly, could no longer stand, spitting blood, and even the invincible Saint's body showed cracks. Yet, Zhang Menglong was using less than one percent of his power.
"You just asked if I was a Demigod, didn't you?" Zhang Menglong continued his assault, "No, I'm not a Demigod, I'm a True God!"
...
A Saint being beaten like a dog, such a scene had never been witnessed, yet it seemed so reasonable.
After a few more attacks, Chan Shikong lay like a dead dog, not moving at all on the ground.
"Heh! Tui!" Zhang Menglong spat on him, "Saint? Worthless!"
[Ding, the dean has made an earth-shattering and ghost-god weeping display, earning 200 million Cred Points.]
[Ding, congratulations to the dean for achieving a title, gaining an extra reward of 500 million Cred Points.]
"Quick, quick, stop, I can't keep this up," Zhang Menglong's state lasted less than half a minute, burning through two billion Cred Points.
Feeling Zhang Menglong's energy return to the Void Transformation Realm, no one dared to move or make a sound, knowing not when Zhang Menglong might erupt again and obliterate them.
"Anyone else want to stop me?" Zhang Menglong's gaze swept over everyone present.
"No? Then I'll be going," Zhang Menglong grabbed Lin Mofeng like a chick and left Chanling Academy under countless astonished gazes.
"Thank you all for your help today," Zhang Menglong thanked, "Here's the remaining payment!"
Zhang Menglong distributed the Starstones to them.
"Mr. Zhang is too kind, honestly, whether we came or not didn't make much difference, we were just there to support you."
"Yeah, it's the first time in my life seeing a Martial Artist of the Saint's third realm, and then watching him get beaten like a dead dog, not something everyone gets to see. It's almost like getting paid to watch a show."
"If such good things happen again, feel free to call us, we'll come for free."
"Hahaha, then let's add each other as friends, maybe there'll be another opportunity in the future." Zhang Menglong made a large group chat, pulling everyone in, then made a smaller group with the Saints.
Of course, even though they were repaying Zhang Menglong's favor, Zhang Menglong gave each of them some elixirs, which could be considered their reward for this time.
"Sigh!" Zhang Menglong looked at Xi Niaming's corpse and sighed.
"Menglong?" At this moment, Xiao Nan and others awoke, "Where are we now?"
"Outside Chanling Academy," Zhang Menglong replied, "You probably won't be able to go back anymore."
"Who would want to go to such a place," the young ones clenched their fists at the life-threatening place, "If it weren't for that damn academy, Sister Bing wouldn't have died."
"Menglong, did you find Lin Mofeng?"
"Right over there?" Zhang Menglong pointed to a cliff nearby.
Lin Mofeng was dangling there, his severed arm and other bleeding injuries, not yet killed by Zhang Menglong, which almost drove him insane with fear for these two hours.
"His grandfather is an elder at Chanling Academy, how did you capture him?" Xiao Nan asked.
"I brought a group of hitmen, beat up their old principal, and then captured him."
Such a simple sentence pushed the boundaries of everyone's imagination.
Even though they hadn't been in Chanling Academy long, they knew the principal was a Saint, and the old principal was probably even more terrifying.
Zhang Menglong beat up the principal of Chanling Academy?
This... is this a sci-fi movie?
But thinking again, it wasn't entirely impossible, otherwise there wouldn't be any explanation for Lin Mofeng's current miserable state.
"No need to guess, I know several Saints, they owe me a favor," Zhang Menglong said.
"Favors from Saints!?" They were dumbfounded.
"What do you plan to do with this one?" Zhang Menglong pointed at Lin Mofeng.
"Letting him die like that is too easy."
"Isn't he fond of playing with women? I'll find a male beast to play him to death."
"One won't be enough! Ten!"
"Okay, leave it to me!"
Zhang Menglong dug out a large hole, several hundred square meters, leaving only a small exit, then threw Lin Mofeng in.
"Hold on a second!" Zhang Menglong flew into the forest.
When he returned, he was holding some grotesque Warcraft, huge and struggling relentlessly, but unable to break free from Zhang Menglong's power.
"Eat!" Zhang Menglong tossed some elixirs into those Warcraft's mouths.
"Menglong, what did you feed them?"
"Humph!" Zhang Menglong snorted coldly, "Strong aphrodisiacs and vitality-enhancing medicines, they'll stay vigorous for days."
"Your methods... tsk tsk."
"He deserved it!"
...
The cave echoed with Lin Mofeng's screams, and after it's over, he'd likely be torn to pieces by the Warcraft, a relatively merciful end for him.
"Ah, Sister Bing..."
"Let's take her body back, we should just stick to being local lords in our little place, dreaming of going out into this world isn't for us."
"Yeah..."
"No need to take her body back," Zhang Menglong said, "If her parents saw it, it'd be heartbreaking."
"Are we to cremate Sister Bing here?"
"We have ways to preserve her body, let her family grieve gradually."
"No, that's not what I mean," Zhang Menglong said, "Wouldn't it be better to take back a living, breathing her?"
"??? "
"What do you mean?"
Zhang Menglong smiled, "Who says the dead can't be revived?"