I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1320 1324: He Gave Too Much

"Whoosh!"
Several figures and a few Warcrafters appeared by a lake outside the Altar.
"What an amazing Secret Technique!" Feng Cong exclaimed, "It's practically divine!"
"Not that great, only third best in the world," Zhang Menglong replied, "Still a bit far from those delivery guys. As long as you pay them, they can appear anywhere instantly!"
"That impressive?" Feng Cong had heard that Zhang Menglong's hometown was a magical place, and those called delivery guys must be mysterious and powerful Martial Artists like Zhang Menglong.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, those people are doomed," Zhang Menglong watched the current situation at the Altar through online news, as a terrifying Warcraft had begun slaughtering indiscriminately.
Upon seeing the reason, he realized that the Demigod Warcraft hadn't woken up on its own. After all, Warcrafts sometimes quarrel with each other too, and when they fight, it's earth-shattering. If such a feud was enough to wake the Demigod Warcraft, he wouldn't be able to sleep either.
The real cause was actually a foolish Martial Artist at the Wheel Mystery realm who brought an Extreme Sphere to where the Demigod Warcraft was sleeping, trying to use a 0.001% success rate to capture a Demigod Warcraft!
Have to say, this guy is simply a genius. If he really got lucky, maybe he would've tamed the Demigod Warcraft. This isn't just the ancestors' graves emitting green smoke; they'd have to be on fire!
The result was naturally unsurprising. The Martial Artist failed, and the enraged Demigod Warcraft slapped him to death, then started chasing all the Humans out of the Altar, turning it into a slaughterhouse.
Those Martial Artists cursed that idiot a hundred thousand times in their hearts. They had similar thoughts, but eating a few more peanuts wouldn't lead to such brainless actions!
But all of this had nothing to do with Zhang Menglong and them. Zhang Menglong did all this just for the sake of his customers. If someone takes a knife and starts slashing, you can't blame the supermarket, right?
"What do you plan to do next?" Zhang Menglong asked Feng Cong.
"I want to see my old friends and family. Although I don't know how many are still alive, I'll give it a try," Feng Cong clenched his fist, "And then I'll find that scoundrel to ask why he attacked me!"
Now that Feng Cong had the Star Wish Beast's protection, there weren't many places on the Stigma Continent he couldn't go. Zhang Menglong wasn't worried about him either.
"Alright, then when I host a graduation ceremony with my students in eight years, make sure to come!" Zhang Menglong smiled.
"Absolutely!" Feng Cong gave Zhang Menglong a hug and disappeared over the horizon with the Star Wish Beast.
"Do you have any ideas?" Zhang Menglong asked Xiao Bai. Now that Xiao Bai had regained his physical body, and Feng Cong had recovered all his Life Pattern fragments, it seemed there wasn't much they needed to do on the Stigma Continent, "Preferably something with a chance to show off."
Having followed Zhang Menglong for so many years, Xiao Bai naturally understood the art of showing off.
"Boss, why not consider establishing a Sect?" Gou Dan suggested, "Then make it the top Sect on the Stigma Continent. That should be the pinnacle of showing off."
"Great idea!" Zhang Menglong nodded. The Zhang Family didn't have much business on this Stigma Continent anyway, so why not do this? In the future, when his descendants left Earth to come here, at least they'd have a place to stay.
"First, since we're establishing a Sect, we need to find a location," Zhang Menglong mused to himself, "It doesn't have to be very large, but it must be a place of outstanding people and beautiful landscapes. Otherwise, how could it befit my Sect?"
"Boss, I have a suitable place," Gou Dan proposed, "In the Central Region, there's the Lingmeng Dynasty. I've traveled across many places on the Stigma Continent, and that area's unquestionably the most beautiful. The only issue is it's a bit lacking in Spiritual Energy, and the territory is somewhat small."
"That doesn't matter," Zhang Menglong said, "It's just establishing a Sect. No need for such a large area. As for the Spiritual Energy issue, I have a hundred ways to make it a great place for cultivation."
"The Lingmeng Dynasty is a Third Grade Dynasty; its strongest is at most a Semi-Saint. We can just tell their Royal Family to get lost." Xiao Bai remarked.
"What are you doing? I'm trying to establish a Sect here, and you're ruining its future reputation," Zhang Menglong retorted discontentedly, "We need to be reasonable, justified, and principled!"
"What do you plan to do?"
"Just buy it, no?"
...
In the Lingmeng Dynasty palace, a middle-aged man was instructing several of his sons in martial arts. His name was Wen Tianya, the current Emperor of the Lingmeng Dynasty, and the most powerful in the entire Dynasty, a Martial Artist of Demi-Saint Level.
"That's enough for today. This martial arts style is the Royal Family's most powerful, and if you practice it well, you might achieve more than I have. If we can produce a Saint, the Lingmeng Dynasty could at least be upgraded to a Second Grade Dynasty!" Wen Tianya encouraged his children.
"Don't worry, Father. We'll definitely practice hard!"
"Right, my brothers and I are certain we can become Saints!"
"Hahaha, great!" Wen Tianya was very pleased. His two sons had even better Gifts than him. If they poured the entire kingdom's resources into them, there might yet be a chance.
"Want to become a Saint? Why not train with me?" Suddenly, a voice rang in their ears.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Wen Tianya's back. Someone had appeared in the palace? He had no idea!
Such power, could it be a Saint?
"Stop looking, I'm right here!" Zhang Menglong descended slowly, riding Xiao Bai.
"Who are you?" Wen Tianya and his sons showed intensely wary expressions. One person, one beast, both at Semi-Saint Level, but the power they exuded made Wen Tianya feel an unfathomable sense of illusion.
"You're the Emperor of the Lingmeng Dynasty, right?" Zhang Menglong said, "Hello, I'm Zhang Menglong. I intend to establish a Sect and think your Dynasty's scenery is nice, so I want to build it here."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Just hoping you could move out."
"Ridiculous, although you two are strong, taking our land is not so easy, is it?" Wen Tianya began to gather energy.
"No, no, no, that's not what we mean, you've misunderstood," Zhang Menglong said, "We don't intend to occupy, we just want to buy your country. Name your price!"
"Impossible!" Wen Tianya declared, "This is our ancestors' legacy. No matter how much money, it's absolutely not for sale!"
"Clatter, clatter!" Zhang Menglong poured 1000 Starstones onto the ground.
"Starstones!?" Wen Tianya's eyes widened. 1000 Starstones—Saints would drool over that!
"Willing to sell?" Zhang Menglong asked again.
"I..." Wen Tianya started calculating in his head. If he could use these Starstones to break through to a Saint, he could rebuild the Empire elsewhere. Ancestral legacy didn't seem that important now...
"What about with these?" Zhang Menglong took out 10 Saint Pills.
"And these!" This time, 100 Poké Balls.
Wen Tianya had watched Zhang Menglong's live stream back then but couldn't get his hands on one, his reflexes a bit slow.
This guy could bring out 100 Poké Balls!
If used properly, it might mean at least 100 Semi-Saint Warcrafts!
"Ahem, ahem, prices are negotiable, actually."
"Father, didn't you say this was our ancestors' legacy..."
"What do you know!" Wen Tianya scolded, "He's offering too much! Not taking it would dishonor our ancestors!"