I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1371 - 1375: Next Time I’ll Take You for Ranked Matches

Chapter 1371: Chapter 1375: Next Time I’ll Take You for Ranked Matches
"Is this the Main World?" Zhang Menglong looked around, but from the people here, he couldn’t sense any of the so-called "Observers" aura. These people felt more akin to those robed individuals.
A moment later, Gray and others appeared beside Zhang Menglong, eyeing everything in this world with the same curiosity.
They had initially thought stepping through that big door would lead them to either a pitch-black passage leading to who knows where, or a treacherous place, ready to be attacked by powerful beings like the "Observers" at any moment.
But no one could have imagined it would be such a bustling city. It was really hard to associate it with the rusty atmosphere-laden secondary battlefield just a moment ago.
"Did we go the wrong way?" Zhang Menglong asked.
"Probably not. Let’s ask around! Let’s check the front first!"
The group walked on the silvery-white street, drawing curious glances from the True God Realm and Main God Realm martial artists passing by.
It’s not because their appearance was so rare, but Zhang Menglong, a Saint Realm martial artist, being in this place was indeed puzzling.
"Look, newcomers."
"Seven Main Gods... and one... Saint Realm?"
"What a strange combination. How did such a group end up together?"
"Hahaha, this is the first time we’ve had a Saint Realm person appear here. Maybe they accidentally got in?"
"That’s unlucky then. Even a Main God is always at risk of dying here. A Saint probably won’t even survive the first challenge, right?"
... As they walked, various discussions floated around them.
"What are they talking about? First challenge? What does it mean?"
"Not sure, seems like there are many things we don’t know about here."
"There seems to be a place like a bar ahead, let’s go check it out."
"You guys even know about bars? Don’t tell me you also have foot massage places in your world? How are the skills of the technicians? Formal or informal? My friends all like the informal ones... Hey, slow down, wait for me!"
Gray and others were exasperated. How did such a person even repel the Observer? Could he be a fool?
The group entered what appeared to be a bar. Inside, it indeed had a bar-like layout, with small groups of people talking to each other, occasionally greeting people around, all looking very familiar.
"Oh! New faces!" A burly hand slapped Zhang Menglong on the back, the Main God’s strength nearly knocking Zhang Menglong off his feet.
This was a very robust middle-aged man holding something that appeared to be a drink and seemed very enthusiastic.
"Yes," Zhang Menglong nodded, sensing no malice from the strong man.
"Interesting, you dare to come here at your level," the man laughed, "I bet you won’t be able to leave."
"Don’t underestimate him," Gray standing beside Zhang Menglong said, "Judging someone by surface strength alone is too simplistic. He actually wounded an Observer."
"What? He wounded an Observer?"
The statement immediately attracted the attention of many in the bar.
"With just him?"
"You must be joking, right? The Observers are perfect beings, we can’t harm them at all. How could he?"
"Friend, you’re quite the storyteller."
Gray and others didn’t explain further. The severed arm stretching tens of thousands of Light Years in Universe Seven was no fabrication.
"I love befriending storytellers like you," the burly man remained fervent, "I’m called Nado."
"Gray!"
"Green."
"White."
...
Zhang Menglong watched the seven introduce themselves by the color of their robes. Seeing the atmosphere, he felt it would be impolite not to come up with a similar name.
"Flower!"
The seven glanced at Zhang Menglong, rolling their eyes in resignation.
"Hahaha, just joking. I’m Zhang Menglong," he laughed, "Brother, we’ve just arrived, know nothing, would you mind introducing us to this place?"
"Sure, I’m free anyway, let me tell you. Even if you die, you’ll die knowing something."
Gray and others looked serious; those words suggested this place was very dangerous.
"You see so many of us, like you, all came from various high-grade worlds."
"All of them? How is that possible?" Gray said in surprise. As far as they knew, the number of people from those high-grade worlds entering this passage was not many, hardly reaching tens of thousands at best.
"Surprising, isn’t it?" Nado laughed, "Actually, when many people first find out, their reactions are similar to yours. Under the Main World, there are many regions, each with millions or even more high-grade worlds."
"How laughable is it that we always thought that aside from the Main World, what we saw was everything," Gray and others laughed bitterly, realizing they were just frogs in a well.
"So what is this area exactly?" Zhang Menglong asked.
"Here?" Nado gave a wry smile, "It’s just a place to numb ourselves and linger. Strictly speaking, it’s an intermediate stop!"
"Your goal, I assume, is to enter the Main World as well?" Nado inquired.
"It seems like everyone’s goal upon arriving here is the same."
"Yes," Nado sighed, "But for them, treating us like livestock, how could they let us reach there easily? This is the mandatory path to the Main World. To stop us, they built a Nine-story Tower here!"
"A gauntlet?" Zhang Menglong asked, feeling it resembled a level-breaking game.
"Yes, exactly a gauntlet!" Nado said, "I believe at the end of this Nine-story Tower is the Main World, yet to this day, no one has ever passed through all nine towers, nor found a way to return to our original world, only wasting away here year after year."
"Over time, everyone here will be thrown into the Nine-story Tower’s space. If you pass a level, you can choose to return here and scrape by until the next opening, or continue into the next level!"
"So, you’re those who chose to return after passing?" Zhang Menglong asked bluntly.
"Hahaha, though we’re not afraid to die, we want to live a bit longer. If we die here, how can we explore the secrets of the Main World?" Nado laughed candidly, without a hint of embarrassment.
"What’s in the Nine-story Tower?" That was Zhang Menglong’s biggest concern.
"It’s different every time," Nado said, "But the difficulty doesn’t change much. Each level becomes significantly harder, and so far, the farthest anyone’s gone is the sixth level."
"What about you?" Zhang Menglong smiled.
"Fourth level," Nado replied, "Every time I try to tackle the fifth, I have a bad feeling I might die. Better to keep improving myself, right?"
"When’s the next one?"
"Once every ten years! The next is in a few months."
"Alright!" Zhang Menglong clapped Nado’s shoulder, "You’re a good guy, I like it. Next time, stick with me, I’ll take you to rank up!"