I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1288 1292: The Saint Who Presents with PowerPoint

"I'll go first!" Huang Poji was the first to get ready.
He pressed a couple of buttons on his device and surprisingly pulled up a holographic interface showing his life's resume.
"Damn, he's actually made a PowerPoint presentation?" Zhang Menglong was dumbfounded. Do even Saints compete like this?
"Holy crap, this guy is something else!"
"Huang Poji, you have no martial ethics!"
"Damn, is this even okay?"
The remaining ten Saints hurriedly contacted their disciples, instructing them to prepare an exquisite PowerPoint as quickly as possible.
"Opportunities are for those who are prepared!" Huang Poji cleared his throat. This promotion can take a Martial Artist in the Saint Realm to the next level, saving him countless years of effort!
There were a total of eleven Saints, but only five young talents, meaning they only had a fifty percent chance of being chosen. Didn't they need to put on a good show?
His plan was perfect and soon attracted the attention of Xi Ningbing and others.
"Young friends, my name is Huang Poji, I'm 270,000 years old, male, married, the current Sect Master of the Huangji Sect. I am at the Peak of the First Realm of the Saint Realm, and my sect is a First-Grade Sect with millions of disciples and over 5 million martial arts classics!"
"If you choose me as your teacher, I am confident in elevating your strength to the God-breaking Peak within 50 years, reaching the Void Transformation Realm within 200 years, and achieving the Wheel Mystery Realm within 800 years. I'll share all my Saint experiences with you, enabling you to become Saints before you turn 5000!"
"Furthermore, during your training, I will ensure your family is well-protected, leaving you with no worries!"
"In my Huangji Sect, we have countless attractive men and women, surely there's someone suitable for you!"
"Damn, pulling this move too?" Zhang Menglong couldn't believe a Saint would say this just to recruit a disciple, it was astonishing.
"Next, I'll talk about some life turning points I've encountered over these tens of thousands of years..."
Huang Poji spoke passionately for 10 minutes, still not quite finished.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Zhang Menglong hurriedly interrupted him. If he was allowed to continue, it would never end, "Next, next!"
"I'll go!" The second Saint stepped forward.
"Before I start my speech, I'll first perform my unique skill 'Phoenix Wing Sky Soar', a top skill in the Stigma Continent, not taught to just anyone, watch closely!"
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"Become my disciple, and I'll give you an allowance of 1 billion Sacred Gold annually, and all resources within the sect will be at your disposal. I also have a very beautiful granddaughter who is at marriageable age…"
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"I own 17 kingdoms, as my student, I will grant you ownership of one kingdom..."
To win over these five young people, the 11 Saints went all out, showing all their cards, taking "enticement" to the extreme.
After the speeches, the eleven lined up in a row, looking at them with eager eyes, almost sparkling with stars.
These aren't just a few young Martial Artists; they're living, walking Demi-God Pills!
"Alright, they're done talking, now you choose yourselves!" Zhang Menglong left the final decision to them, "Choose the teacher most suitable for you, don't worry about offending anyone, they're all broad-minded individuals."
Xi Ningbing and others had never seen a scene like this in their lives, 11 Saints competing to accept them as disciples, offering conditions that couldn't even be described as generous, some even painting pictures of them as future sect heirs.
They knew very well they didn't have such allure or worth; what benefits had Zhang Menglong given them to make each one so fervently eager?
"I am willing to apprentice under Senior Huang Poji!"
"Teacher Ye Tianhen, please accept my bow!"
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In truth, they had already made their decision during the Saints' introductions; for them, the generous conditions were just a minor factor, at this level, minor gains didn't matter, the key was which Saint was truly suitable for them.
"Hahaha, well, well, all good students of mine!"
Possibly due to being first and well-prepared, Huang Poji won the favor of two people, making him grin to the point where crow's feet appeared, he immediately gifted his two students two desolate-grade weapons, they sure had good taste.
"Darn! I'll definitely need to practice my speeches for the future!" Those who weren't chosen hung their heads in despair, this wasn't just missing out on five million!
"Even if you weren't chosen by students, don't be disheartened, Mr. Zhang will also prepare a Saint Emperor Pill for each of you." Zhang Menglong saw the regret in others' eyes and generously seized the opportunity to win favor.
"Hahaha, Master Zhang, you're too kind!"
"I don't deserve such generosity, I really don't!"
Upon hearing this benefit, their remaining regrets disappeared, although the Saint Emperor Pill couldn't directly elevate their realm, it was highly beneficial for advancing their martial arts realm, and since it was freely given, they couldn't be too greedy.
"In that case, we're done here. I'll send your rewards via quantum delivery in a few days."
"No rush, no rush."
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Zhang Menglong exchanged a few pleasantries and left with Xiaobai.
He took a day to refine all the elixirs and then mailed them.
"Bro? Is it my turn now?" Xiaobai looked at Zhang Menglong with big watery eyes, "During this time I've been serving you tea, doing laundry, making beds, asking for an elixir isn't too much, right?"
"I've already refined it for you!" Zhang Menglong took out a brocade box.
"Bro, I love you!" Xiaobai hugged Zhang Menglong's face and gave him a kiss; now all he needed was to find a Warcraft's corpse and recovery of his physical body wouldn't be far off.
"Don't gross me out!" Zhang Menglong pushed Xiaobai away with a slap, "Your situation still makes it difficult to regain a physical body, Xi Ningbing quickly revived because her soul hadn't dissipated, but your current Soul Power, even getting top-tier Warcraft bones, the remnant will within those bones could destroy your Remnant Soul."
"Bro, I know a place, not only are there many ancient Warcraft but also Demon Spirits, if you help me, I can restore my Soul Power in a short time!" Xiaobai pleaded.
"Is it far?" Zhang Menglong asked, "I arranged to meet someone in Stigma Dragon City, it's been almost half a year, I don't want to be late."
"Not far, not far!" Xiaobai replied, "It's just half a month from here, at most half a year for me to restore my Soul Power, then we can head over together, there's plenty of time!"
"Alright then!" Even if he reached Stigma Dragon City, Zhang Menglong would have nothing to do, so visiting that place might be interesting, maybe even find some opportunity?
"What's the place called?"
"God-Demon Chasm!"