I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1298 1302: I'm Not Negotiating with You, I'm Robbing You

This was an earthquake that affected the entire Snow Xuchao Royal Palace. After Zhang Menglong regained consciousness, Xue Lan was already nowhere to be found.
"Oh, frog!" Zhang Menglong helplessly slapped his own forehead, "Ah, being alive is truly a sin for me!"
He glanced out the window. There was no way he could stay in this Snow Xuchao Kingdom. With this incident, he didn't know how to face the people of Snow Xuchao Kingdom, let alone Xue Lan.
"If Yiyi finds out about this, she'll probably destroy the Snow Xuchao Kingdom, right?" Zhang Menglong wasn't trying to hide it. This matter was wrong, but there was nothing he could do. Best to let it remain a secret. The most important thing now was to flee immediately with the Thirty-Six Stratagems!
"Xiaobai, we're leaving!" Zhang Menglong kicked the still soundly sleeping Xiaobai awake.
"What? Time to eat? What's for today's meal?"
"Eat your mom's geoduck!" Zhang Menglong said, "Hurry up and go!"
"Huh? So soon? Didn't we say we would stay here for three days? It's only been one day." Xiaobai reluctantly said. To be fair, the chefs of the Snow Xuchao Kingdom were quite good.
"Stay, my ass! Yesterday, my kidney was almost taken! If we don't leave, we'll be goners! Move it!"
"Huh? What do you mean by your kidney almost gone? Boss, could you elaborate?"
"Handsome guy matters, don't concern yourself!"
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"Princess, Mr. Zhang has already left." In Xue Lan's room, a maid returned to .
"Ah~" Xue Lan let out a long sigh.
"Princess, is it really worth doing this?" the maid asked quietly.
"He is a true dragon from the skies, impossible to be restrained by mortals. If I can't keep him, then being able to have a piece of him remain this way is enough," Xue Lan stroked her belly, "I hope I am the one favored by fortune."
"Princess, the King arranged a marriage introduction for you, you..."
"Not meeting them!" Xue Lan said without any thought or hesitation, "They are not worthy!"
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"Boss, you said that place has food, drinks, and fun. Why are we leaving in such a hurry?" Xiaobai still couldn't understand.
"You know nothing, women are too dangerous. They will only consume your soul, drain your body, take your kidney..." Zhang Menglong complained, "How much further to Stigma Dragon City? We've been traveling for days."
"Almost there," Xiaobai said, "Stigma Dragon City is in the center of Stigma Continent; we should be very close. Look, there it is!"
A majestic massive city emerged before them. This city combined ancient beauty with modern technology. Private ships and Warcraft carrying martial artists came and went, none of it seeming out of place.
"This place is huge!" Zhang Menglong exclaimed. The imperial city of the Snow Xuchao Kingdom was already large, but compared to Stigma Dragon City, it was like just an inner ring, not even a tenth of this city.
"The owner of this Dragon City must be very wealthy," Zhang Menglong said.
"Not only wealthy, but he is also almost the most powerful and influential person in the entire Stigma Continent," Xiaobai said. "He's the strongest demigod among humans, very close to the True God Realm."
"That sounds alright," Zhang Menglong picked his nose, "Where is the highest place in Stigma Dragon City?"
"That would naturally be the Holy Temple in the center of Dragon City," Xiaobai replied, "It's one of the oldest structures in Stigma Continent history. A dragon with a body length of over a hundred thousand meters coils on the gates of the temple, made from the bones of a true dragon!"
"Real dragon bones?" Zhang Menglong knew that in this world, Warcraft were different from his previous Universe Seven. In Universe Seven, some creatures were so enormous they had to be measured in astronomical units or even light years.
However, in this world, Warcraft sizes correlated with strength and race. Creatures like the Dragon Clan were naturally gigantic, but over a hundred thousand meters long meant at least close to demi-god level.
Using such a creature's bones as temple decorations was the epitome of extravagance.
"Heh, you humans enjoy doing meaningless things, measuring your achievements with trophies," Xiaobai scoffed, "Unlike us Warcraft, who only collect valuable items."
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Entering Stigma Dragon City required a city entry fee of 100 Sacred Gold. For martial artists, this sum was nothing, but for ordinary families, an entire year's expenses would not reach 1 Sacred Gold. Hardly any ordinary people lived in this city.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the housing here mustn't be cheap, huh?" Zhang Menglong mused as he walked on the bustling streets, pondering if he could dabble in some real estate here.
"I wouldn't know. In our Warcraft world, there's no need for money. To get territory, you just take out the previous owner."
"Oh, here it is, that's the Holy Temple!"
"Whoa!" Zhang Menglong gasped at the sight of the Holy Temple.
It was an incredibly luxurious tower, tens of thousands of meters high, with a dragon over a hundred thousand meters long coiling around it. The dragon's head plunged into the clouds, overlooking all the living beings in the city.
Those red eyes seemed to still hold its past majesty and power.
"What a Holy Temple!" Zhang Menglong exclaimed.
"Hmm? Why are there so many people?" Zhang Menglong suddenly noticed quite a number of people floating above the Holy Temple, all eyes were fixed on a platform atop the temple.
The top of the Holy Temple was as large as a football field, apparently a place for sacrifices in Stigma Dragon City, where a martial artist stood.
He held a sword at his chest, standing silently with closed eyes, like a sculpture.
"It's not Brother Feng Cong," Zhang Menglong muttered to himself, "A duel at the Summit of the Cercis? Is he Ximen Chuixue or Lu Xiaofeng?"
Zhang Menglong casually flew beside a martial artist, "Brother, what's being filmed here? A duel at the Summit of the Cercis?"
The martial artist glanced at Zhang Menglong with a 'country bumpkin' look, "You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Zhang Menglong nodded, "Anything juicy? Oh, I mean any gossip?"
Zhang Menglong handed over a cigarette.
"Good stuff!" The martial artist took a puff under Zhang Menglong's guidance, showing a satisfied smile and immediately changing his attitude towards Zhang Menglong.
"You're asking the right person," the martial artist began to chatter, "You know who that is?"
Zhang Menglong shook his head.
"His name is Duan Xianchen, a Saint. He's been standing there for ten years and seven months."
"What's he doing?"
"Waiting for a duel!" the martial artist said, "Duan Xianchen is revered as the Sword God, one of the highest swordsmanship cultivators on Stigma Continent. He's fiercely competitive and wants to be the only number one. So, he challenged another esteemed as the Sword Saint, Mo Xiaoxi."
"Interesting!" Zhang Menglong chuckled.
"He said he would wait for 20 years. If after 20 years the opponent doesn't show, he'll consider the title of first sword cultivator in Stigma Continent forfeited. Half the time has already passed."
"Doesn't that work out perfectly?" Zhang Menglong laughed, "I also have an appointment with someone, so I'll wait too."
"Are you crazy?" The martial artist grabbed Zhang Menglong, "Duan Xianchen declared this is his and Mo Xiaoxi's battlefield. Within these 20 years, nobody can go up there, or they'll die!"