I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Zhang Menglong, you're way too arrogant. Do you really think you can take on the entire Ancient Martial Arts World by yourself?" A Mythical Realm Level Four Martial Artist stepped forward, a hulking figure with a golden staff slung across his back. He looked like a sturdy middle-aged man, but in fact, he was a curious old monster over a hundred years old.

"Where's the logic in what you're all saying?" Zhang Menglong was perplexed, "There are clearly nine seats here. Aren't they meant to be sat on? What's the problem with me sitting here?"

"Oh!" Zhang Menglong slapped his thigh, "I get it now, this is one of your unspoken rules, isn't it?"

The ears of the Martial Artists present were burning.

Of course, everyone knew this was one of the Ancient Martial Arts World's unspoken rules. The central seat had always been reserved for the Martial God, and no one had ever dared to sit there. Occupying that seat symbolized a challenge to the authority of the Martial God!

But when Zhang Menglong pointed it out so openly, everyone's face struggled to maintain composure.

"This is where I have to criticize you!" Zhang Menglong spoke with an air of wisdom beyond his years, "How can there be unspoken rules in a competition that's supposed to be fair and just? As an outstanding youth of the 21st century, I must break these unspoken rules. If he really has the ability, just throw me out of the seat, otherwise, go sit at the back!"

"Are you provoking and insulting the Martial God?!" Hearing Zhang Menglong's words, the Martial Artists filled with righteous indignation. In the hearts of many Martial Artists, the Martial God was almost a deity-like figure.

Actually, seventy years ago, during Huaxia's darkest times, not only did the foreign powers force open Huaxia's gates with their guns and cannons, but powerful organizations of Mutants from other nations also stormed into Huaxia.

The strength of a country is ostensibly reflected in its military, technological, and economic prowess, but behind the scenes, an even more crucial factor is the strength of the official Mutant organization!

At that time, Huaxia lacked the team "Longxia," and local Psychics and Ancient Martial Artists spontaneously banded together to oppose those foreign Mutants and Psychics.

Initially, a group of immensely powerful European and American Mutants and Psychics invaded Huaxia, and in direct confrontations, Huaxia's most prestigious Psychics and Ancient Martial Arts experts were either killed instantly or defeated and fled with serious injuries.

So following that, Huaxia plunged into darkness.

Later, the Martial God and the current captain of "Longxia" emerged. They engaged in a confrontation with several super-strong individuals from the second-world nations of the West and other countries. Discover more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

No one knows exactly what happened in that battle which took place in the Himalayan Range. It's said to have triggered countless avalanches, even causing shifts in the local geography, to the extent that the elevation of Mount Everest rose by nearly ten meters.

After that conflict, the two strong individuals who walked out of the Himalayas were from Huaxia, while those Western Mutants and Psychics were left behind in those snowy mountains forever.

It's rumored that their opponents were over a dozen individuals equal to or beyond Level Seven of the Mythical Realm!

Since then, the descendants of Huaxia began their counter-offensive.

If it weren't for the Martial God and the leader of "Longxia" standing up, perhaps Huaxia would have walked a completely different future by now.

Therefore, the Martial God became the deity of the entire Ancient Martial Arts World, even appearing as the Guardian God of Huaxia, as if his presence alone ensured that no one dared to invade Huaxia.

And now, Zhang Menglong was challenging their faith — how could they tolerate that?

"What you have is blind worship!" Zhang Menglong said word by word, "Although the Martial God indeed did a lot for Huaxia, it's a separate issue from the battle for this seat. So what about the Martial God? Does he get a bye? As long as he is stronger than me, I will willingly step down."

It's not that Zhang Menglong truly cared about the C seat; it's just that the central seat came with the right to prioritize the selection of geniuses. In previous years, the most outstanding talents were all taken in by the Martial God. If the Martial God chose those Martial Artists with a Potential Index over 10, then what was the point in Zhang Menglong even bothering to show up today!

"Anyway, I've settled myself in this C seat. If you're not convinced, let the Martial God come in person. If he wins, I won't say another word, but if he loses, he should sit in the second seat."

"Ignorant child, do you think just because you managed to deal with the Ding Family, no one in the Ancient Martial Arts World can touch you?" The old man with the staff drew his golden staff, "Today, I'll properly discipline you on behalf of your elders and teach you to respect your seniors!"

"Whoosh!" The sound caused by the fierce friction of the golden staff in the air made the eardrums of the surrounding ordinary Martial Artists ache.

"Old Man Yuan's Fierce Sky Staff has gotten several times more powerful than last year!"

"Zhang Menglong is only skillful in Inner Strength, but Old Man Yuan's staff technique doesn't rely on Inner Strength—Ding Moyi probably couldn't even withstand a single blow from him!"

"Zhang Menglong's in for it now!"

"Gou Dan, give me Xiong Ba's inner strength!"

"Director, according to your current authority, you can only use each teacher's ability once per day!"

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Zhang Menglong's expression changed. He had used up Xiong Ba's and Tianshan Tonglao's powers for the day to show off. Although the remaining teachers were all at the Mythical Realm, Xiong Ba was in a completely different league compared to them.

If the Martial God came at him later, he would have to ask for Ye Yin's help, which would be so embarrassing! If he didn't ask Ye Yin, should he borrow Iron Man's armor? That would be utterly lacking in martial ethics!

"Give me Qiao Feng's power first!" Zhang Menglong said hurriedly.

The power of Qiao Feng's Level Seven Mythical Realm immediately poured into Zhang Menglong's body, but his expression didn't ease much because there were three martial artists at Level Seven of the Mythical Realm among this group of old monsters!

"Boom!" Zhang Menglong struck the elder's staff with his palm, and the force that came through it changed the elder's face instantly.

In his mind, Zhang Menglong was at most at the same realm as him, and this strike, even if it didn't hurt him, should at least push him back.

But Zhang Menglong stood unflinchingly, and the force transmitted through the staff actually cracked his tiger's mouth.

"This kid is rather tough!"

"Let's go together!"

"Zhang Menglong, for insulting the Martial God, we will definitely make you pay today, don't blame us for ganging up on you!"

"Those who insult the Martial God, kill!"

Seven martial artists of the Mythical Realm, not minding their status, took action directly—two of Level Seven, three of Level Six, and two of Level Four. Such power was even enough to flatten a small country.

Furthermore, each of them took out their weapons. The weapons used by these Mythical Realm martial artists were definitely not ordinary!

"Lin Zhen Nan, that old man, actually brought out his renowned weapon!"

"That's a Level Three weapon. Even strong practitioners within the Mythical Realm have to go broke to find a master artifact refiner to craft such a weapon."

"And that pair of heavy hammers belonging to old Zhou of the Zhou Family is also a Level Three weapon, said to be made from a rare extraterrestrial metal meteorite. He spent 27 billion US dollars to buy that piece of meteorite from a European organization!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, never thought I'd see so many Level Three weapons today. With weapons like these, even martial artists of Level Seven Mythical Realm wouldn't dare to catch them barehanded, right?"

"Want to show off weapons with me?" Zhang Menglong smiled, and a purple longsword appeared in his hand with a flash of sword light.

"Swoosh!"

A streak of purple light flashed by, and all the weapons aimed at Zhang Menglong were sliced through as if they were tofu.

"What?"

"My divine weapon!"

"How is this possible?"

The martial artists stared blankly at their weapons. A Level Three or higher weapon was absolutely one of the rare divine weapons in the world; describing them as iron-cutting was no exaggeration. It had always been them cleaving other people's weapons, never their own being shattered!

"What... what weapon is that?" Everyone stared at the sword in Zhang Menglong's hand, even forgetting to attack.

"Oh, this thing? It's just some scrap metal used for chopping wood and splitting trees back home, casually brought from one of our farms."