I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1300 1304: Can I Reason With Him?

This was an earthquake that affected the entire palace of the Xuetian Dynasty. After Zhang Menglong regained consciousness, Xuelan had long since disappeared.
"Urchin!" Zhang Menglong helplessly slapped his forehead, "Ah, living is truly a sin!"
He glanced out the window. There's no way he could stay in this Xuetian Kingdom. Given what's happened, he doesn't even know how to face the people of Xuetian Kingdom, let alone Xuelan.
"If Yiyi finds out about this, she'll probably destroy Xuetian Kingdom, right?" Zhang Menglong didn't want to hide it; what's done is done, but he had no choice. Better let it remain a secret for now, what's most urgent is to quickly make a getaway!
"Xiaobai, we're leaving!" Zhang Menglong kicked the still sleeping Xiaobai awake.
"What? Time for food? What's for dinner today?"
"Eat your mother's elephant trunk clam!" Zhang Menglong said, "Let's hurry up and go!"
"Huh? So soon? Didn't you say we were staying for three days? It's just been one day." Xiaobai said reluctantly. To be fair, the chefs of Xuetian Kingdom are really quite skilled.
"Stay my head! Yesterday my kidney almost got cut out! If we don't leave now, we'll be goners! Hurry up and move!"
"Eh? What's this about losing a kidney? Boss, elaborate!"
"Don't meddle in a handsome guy's business!"
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"Princess, Mr. Zhang has left." In Xuelan's room, a maid returned to .
"Ah～" Xuelan left a long sigh.
"Princess, is it really worth it to do this?" the maid asked softly.
"He is a true dragon in the sky, never constrained by the steps of mortals. Since I can't keep him here, being able to keep some part of him like this is already satisfying," Xuelan touched her belly, "I hope I'm the one blessed with luck."
"Princess, the King has arranged a matchmaking for you, will you..."
"No!" Xuelan didn't pause or hesitate, "They're not worthy!"
...
"Boss, you said there's food and drink and fun there, why leave in such a hurry!" Xiaobai still didn't understand.
"What do you know, women are too dangerous, they'll only drain your soul, exhaust your body, cut out your kidneys..." Zhang Menglong complained, "How far is Stigma Dragon City anyway? We've been running for so many days."
"Almost there," Xiaobai said, "Stigma Dragon City is at the center of Stigma Continent; we should be close now, look, isn't that it?"
Before them appeared a grand, colossal city, a fusion of ancient beauty and modern technology. Various private spacecraft and Warcraft carrying Martial Artists traversed back and forth, yet there wasn't any sense of discord.
"This place is so big!" Zhang Menglong exclaimed; the imperial city of Xuetian Kingdom was large, but compared to Stigma Dragon City, it was almost just the inner ring, not even one-tenth the size of Stigma Dragon City.
"The owner of this city must be very rich, huh?" Zhang Menglong said.
"Rich is an understatement; he's almost the most powerful and influential person on Stigma Continent," Xiaobai said, "He's currently the strongest Demigod among Humans and very close to the True God Realm!"
"Well, that's something," Zhang Menglong picked his nose, "Where's the tallest place in Stigma Dragon City?"
"Naturally, it's the Holy Temple at the center of Dragon City," Xiaobai said, "It's one of the oldest buildings in the history of Stigma Continent, with a colossal dragon over ten thousand meters long coiled around its gates, made from the bones of a True Dragon!"
"Real dragon bones?" Zhang Menglong knew that the Warcraft in this world were different from those in his past Universe Seven. In the old Universe Seven, some creatures were so large that astronomical units or even light years were used for measurement.
But here, the size of Warcraft was linked to their power and race. Dragon Clan creatures were inherently gigantic, but being over ten thousand meters long meant it was at least near Demi-God Level.
Using the remains of such a beast as decoration for a Holy Temple is truly the height of luxury.
"Heh, you Humans just love doing meaningless things, using trophies to measure achievements," Xiaobai mocked, "Unlike us Warcraft, who only treasure what's valuable."
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Entering Stigma Dragon City requires a fee of 100 Sacred Gold. To Martial Artists, that's nothing, but to ordinary people, annual expenses don't even reach 1 Sacred Gold. Those living in this city, basically, aren't ordinary folk.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, in this place, houses aren't cheap, huh?" Zhang Menglong walked down the bustling streets, wondering if he could dabble in real estate here.
"I wouldn't know; in our Warcraft world, money isn't a thing. To claim territory, you just take out the original owner."
"Oh, there it is, that's the Holy Temple!"
"Hiss!" Upon seeing the Holy Temple, Zhang Menglong took a sharp breath.
The temple was an incredibly ornate tower, towering several thousand meters high, with a dragon over ten thousand meters long coiled around it, its head penetrated the clouds, overseeing all the city's life.
Its pair of red eyes seemingly still bore all the might and momentum it had in life.
"What a Holy Temple!" Zhang Menglong exclaimed.
"Hm? Why are there so many people?" Zhang Menglong suddenly noticed there were many people floating above the Holy Temple, all eyes focused on the platform at the temple's peak.
The top of the Holy Temple was as large as a football field, seemingly dedicated for sacrifices, and there stood a Martial Artist.
With his chest cradling a sword, he stood there quietly with closed eyes as if a statue.
"It's not Brother Feng Cong," Zhang Menglong mumbled, "Duel at the Summit of the Cercis? Is he Ximen Chuixue or Lu Xiaofeng?"
Zhang Menglong casually flew next to a Martial Artist, "Brother, what's filming here? Duel at the Summit of the Cercis?"
The Martial Artist gave Zhang Menglong a look like he was a backwater bumpkin, "You're new, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Zhang Menglong nodded, "Is there any juicy gossip?"
Zhang Menglong offered a cigarette.
"Good stuff!" The Martial Artist took a puff under Zhang Menglong's guidance, his face instantly broke into a satisfied smile and his attitude towards Zhang Menglong changed 360 degrees.
"You've asked the right person," the Martial Artist quickly opened up, "Do you know who that person is?"
Zhang Menglong shook his head.
"His name is Duan Xianchen, a Saint. He's been standing here for ten years and seven months."
"What's he doing?"
"Waiting for a duel!" the Martial Artist said, "Duan Xianchen is revered as a Sword God, one of the highest in swordsmanship cultivation on Stigma Continent, but he's extremely competitive, always wanting to be the one and only, so he challenged another Martial Artist known as Sword Saint, Mo Xiaoxi."
"And Mo Xiaoxi is the master of this Stigma Dragon City!"
"Oh? Interesting!" Zhang Menglong laughed.
"He said he'd wait twenty years; if in twenty years the opponent doesn't show, he automatically gives up the title of Stigma Continent's number one Sword Cultivator, half of it's already over."
"Isn't that coincidental then?" Zhang Menglong laughed, "I also arranged to meet someone, so I'll wait too."
"Are you courting death!" The Martial Artist yanked Zhang Menglong, "Duan Xianchen declared, this is his and Mo Xiaoxi's battlefield, in these twenty years no one can ascend, whoever goes up dies!"
"It's fine," Zhang Menglong said, "It's a public area after all, I can reason with him!"