I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1289 1293: Even Beating a Cat, You Have to Respect Its Owner

Shenmo Canyon is a valley in the central region of the Stigma Continent. In this area, sect influences and kingdoms are densely populated, yet the location where Shenmo Canyon resides is a blind spot for these influences and kingdoms.
The reason is simple: within Shenmo Canyon exists the most powerful Warcraft in the entire Stigma Continent, without exception.
This Warcraft is called the Demon God Kamera, a mighty beast that has existed since the beginning of this world and is one of the few confirmed demi-god-level beasts to date.
With such a beast present, it logically poses great danger to the surrounding dynasties and sects. However, Demon God Kamera's greatest hobby is sleeping for millennia, waking only to devour a few beasts to fill its belly and then returning to endless slumber.
Moreover, Demon God Kamera seems to possess a very mysterious power; within Shenmo Canyon, many precious medicinal herbs and magical beasts exist, attracting many Martial Artists and even non-Martial Artists to brave immense life-threatening risks to adventure in this place.
Yet, due to the dense population of magical beasts in this area, the number of beasts above the Void Transformation Realm is not insignificant, and territorial battles among them are the norm—making Shenmo Canyon home to a large number of Demon Spirits.
Most Demon Spirits are very weak, only able to slumber in some locations until their Soul Power completely depletes and they disappear.
However, some Demon Spirits sustain their life by devouring numerous other spirits, growing stronger while waiting to reform their physical body.
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"Ga! Ga!" Zhang Menglong sat on a tree, listening to music while eating seeds, with a cup of milk tea next to him, watching with interest as Little White fought with a Demon Spirit not far away.
Currently, Little White, after devouring a large number of Soul Cores, can exhibit the power of the Void Transformation Realm in a short time.
And that bat-like beast apparently also devoured many Demon Spirits, almost possessing the combat power of the Void Transformation Realm.
Such a Demon Spirit is a great tonic for Little White, leveraging his strong Eight Desolates God-Slaying Tiger bloodline, Little White vaguely suppressed the spirit, even biting off chunks during the fight.
"Damn it, if I'm willing to eat you, consider it your fortune from a previous life. Why aren't you behaving?" Despite having the upper hand, that spirit's soul was extremely fierce, leaving Little White with many wounds and somewhat disheveled.
"Ow!" the bat spirit howled at Little White, seemingly expressing some displeasure. Surviving to now was no small feat, constantly avoiding powerful beasts and spirits while desperately searching for food to sustain its existence—did anyone consider how it has survived all these years?
"Barking? Does having a loud voice accomplish anything? Behave!" Unyielding, Little White burned his Soul Power, forcibly revealing his true form.
A powerful surge of Soul Power erupted, with Little White's tiny cute body expanding hundreds of times, transforming into a giant white tiger blazing with flames, appearing majestic before Zhang Menglong.
Upon seeing Little White's true form, that spirit suddenly filled with panic and fear—a suppression emerging from its very bloodline!
"Desolate Claw!"
Little White's sharp claws pierced through that spirit's body, following with the most primal of devours!
The bat spirit, over thirty meters long, was directly swallowed whole by Little White.
"Burp!" Little White let out a satisfying belch, patting his rounded belly contently.
"You're being insincere! I was fighting desperately there, while you snacked on seeds and drank milk tea?" Little White showed a dissatisfied expression.
"Hmph, I only promised to make elixirs and reform your physical body, not to restore your soul power. I owe you nothing!" Zhang Menglong rolled his eyes, "The Soul Cores I fed you could have had an entourage of Demon Spirits calling me 'dad,' unlike you, an ungrateful rascal."
"Hehehe!" Little White shamelessly approached Zhang Menglong, "Bro, look at me, I'm so cute. I have to fight those ugly, vicious things, doesn't it break your heart?
"Nope," Zhang Menglong nodded, "It'd be best to eat you, so my ears can finally get some peace."
"Hmph! I'll rely on myself! Once I regain my strength, I'll..." Little White's words stopped abruptly, remembering Zhang Menglong's power that day, realizing that even cultivating for another ten or eight years wouldn't match Zhang Menglong's toe.
Little White dove into the jungle to continue seeking his next target.
"I think it's time for a nap!" Zhang Menglong lazily lay back, Shenmo Canyon was far from terrifying as rumored; rather, it was a sunlit haven with exceptionally fresh air.
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"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"
As Zhang Menglong just began feeling drowsy, a sudden commotion arose from the dense forest nearby.
"What's going on?" Zhang Menglong looked in the direction of the noise, only to see a bedraggled Little White emerge from the bushes, his expression alarmed and panicked, even a bit flustered.
"Quick, quick, save me!" Little White leapt onto Zhang Menglong, hiding behind his back. "There's a huge group of Demon Spirits chasing me!"
Zhang Menglong glanced in that direction, seeing a mighty army of Demon Spirits emerging from the forest. There must have been at least tens of thousands of them, all with high realms, mostly Void Transformation, and even some Wheel Mystery Realm spirits!
"Holy shit!" Zhang Menglong took off running, "What did you do?"
"Nothing much, just stole the spirit orb from their boss!" Little White no less ashamed, appeared somewhat pleased.
"Spirit orb?"
"Those are Soul Energy Bodies formed by powerful Demon Spirits continually slaughtering spirits—a huge tonic! I estimate that Demon King refined at least tens of thousands above the Void Transformation realm; if he refined a hundred thousand, he might construct a heart unlike any flesh body using Soul Power alone."
"Damn, aren't you being a sneak?" Zhang Menglong was speechless. No wonder they were relentless—anyone would blow a fuse!
"Get lost, causing trouble all day!" Zhang Menglong grabbed Little White intending to throw him away.
"Bro! Save me this once! Just one last time! In the future, you can cuddle me however you like! I'll certainly be your most obedient, adorable little kitty!"
"You said it!" Zhang Menglong suddenly halted, turning to face the vast Demon Spirit army with the demeanor of a War God.
"That's the leader of those Demon Spirits!" Little White pointed at the dragon-shaped spirit in the sky.
"Curse the thief, daring to steal my spirit orb—hand it over immediately!" The spirit itself evidently possessed formidable strength in life, likely being a Warcraft of exceedingly noble bloodline.
"Give me a break!" Zhang Menglong said, "Let's call it even."
"Even? It took me centuries to refine the spirit orb to this extent, and you want to call it even? Who do you think you are? Move aside! Or I'll consume you too!"
"Hey, even when hitting a cat, you look at the owner," Zhang Menglong remarked, "I advise you not to be ungrateful!"