I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

The real estate developed by Wang Ling utilized the most top-notch metallic materials. This villa was specially built for Zhang Menglong, so it was made with extra care. Even if it endured the bombardment from a Level Five peak civilization warship, it would at most leave just a black mark.

However, under the young man's Sword Qi, it was as fragile as tofu.

The house, garden, corridor, hot spring—all became pockmarked and could even be considered ruins. If not for the few family members and guards protecting them, the Sword Qi might have taken their lives.

But from the young man's perspective, the scene before him was astonishing. The core of his swordsmanship was speed. Ordinary True Martial Eighth Grade martial artists couldn't withstand his all-out Blade Storm, unless they possessed extraordinarily high-level movement techniques.

In just a few seconds, he had unleashed hundreds of Sword Qi, but he hadn't even managed to cut a single strand of this low-level life's hair. This inferior life wasn't as simple as he had imagined!

Zhang Menglong glanced heartbrokenly at his villa, "Do you know how much the housing price is per square meter at this out-of-bounds administrative center? The average price is 1.5 million Aes. Do you understand what that means? That's half of a Level Five civilization!"

"Do you know how much the houses in my villa area cost? 8 million Aes per square meter, and you still need to enter a lottery to buy. My villa occupies over 8000 square meters, and the decoration for every square meter exceeds ten times this low price. And you've now turned my house into this mess?"

"Intelligent system, report the loss situation!" Zhang Menglong, who had poured much effort into this villa, demanded.

"Master, a total of 837 art pieces in your villa have sustained varying degrees of damage, and 1292 antiques have been damaged, including the first fossil of a vertebrate life form from Universe Seven, which you bought at an auction three years ago for 18 million stars," the system reported.

"Furthermore, there's also the painting you bought for 8 million stars from Master Orlanny."

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"Damn!" Zhang Menglong's heart was bleeding. This villa housed countless rare treasures, and some even were magnificent gems that his ancestor Zhang Kai once deposited in Cosmic Civilizations. Nearly every piece was invaluable, and every single item could be exchanged for a massive peak Level Five civilization.

Now, the loss was simply devastating.

"Stop talking. I just want some peace," Zhang Menglong said, touching his heart. "Just tell me, how much did I lose this time?"

"Host, the total converts to over 850 billion Aes!"

Hiss, a number that could cause everyone in this extraterritorial administrative center to have a heart attack upon hearing it. It was just one villa and its furnishings, yet it exceeded the entire fortune of a level nine life form.

Yes, Zhang Menglong was wealthy. Yet, even for him, this amount was merely a drop in the ocean. But he wasn't an idiot. His wealth wasn't swept up by the wind; it was built step by step, sometimes through raiding or casual business dealings.

Though it might seem effortless, it was still money!

"Pay up!"

"What did you say?" The young man was stunned for a moment.

"I freaking want you to compensate!"

Zhang Menglong leaped up with such speed that it was impossible to see what had happened. The young man only felt a blink, and Zhang Menglong was in front of him; then, his head was tightly gripped by a powerful hand.

A sharp pain emanated from his face, and he instinctively thrust his long sword toward Zhang Menglong.

"Clang!" The long sword hit Zhang Menglong, not only causing no harm but was also snapped in half after tearing his clothes!

Breaking an Eighth Grade spiritual artifact with bare hands was something only spoken of in legends!

On their Haotian Continent, martial artists were divided into two types: one was sword cultivators like them. Of course, this was a general term. Everyone cultivated an advanced energy called Mystic Qi, which was a hundred times stronger than Cosmic Origin Energy, allowing them to easily slaughter in lower-level worlds.

The other type was body cultivators, who refined their bodies. Their Mystic Qi might not be so formidable, but their bodies could rival spiritual artifacts, and they could even withstand attacks from spiritual artifacts barehanded.

However, body cultivation on the Haotian Continent was very rare. Firstly, there were few Body Refinement Secret Techniques. Secondly, this path was highly difficult and painful.

Therefore, typically, body cultivators of the same rank were much stronger than sword cultivators.

Yet here was someone who could resist an Eighth Grade spiritual artifact with his body, and he was just a low-level being from a low-level world. This was just...

Before he could continue his shock, his body was lifted into the air by that hand, and the broken long sword was tossed aside like trash.

"Mommy, Daddy flew up to the sky!"

Zhang Menglong's two children watched his departure with brightened eyes.

"Mom, my homework was torn up. Does that mean I don't have to do it?"

"No!" Lu Yiyao said as if nothing had happened, "You must complete your homework."

She continued on her communicator, "Butler, come and sort things out at home and arrange for a new place to live. Is my beauty treatment appointment set for today?"

...

"Let go! You lowly thing, do you know who I am?" The young man, who was being held like a chick by Zhang Menglong, remained as stolid as before.

"I don't care who you are!" Zhang Menglong located an undeveloped area and swooped towards the ground, slapping the young man's body into the earth, "I never care about who I hit; there's no one I can't afford to offend!"

The overwhelming force caused the ground to crack, and blood dripped from the young man's mouth, his breathing becoming rapid. He was truly starting to panic.

Both were True Martial Eighth Grade, and clearly, he was from a high-grade world and should have been able to crush this peasant. Why was he the one being crushed?

"Might as well develop this area then!" Zhang Menglong said, pinning the young man to the ground and dragging him around, leveling mountains along the way, as a cloud of dust enveloped the area.

The once steep gobi desert became unbelievably flat in just a few minutes, with fertile soil even appearing on the ground.

"Smack!" Zhang Menglong casually tossed the bloodied, raggedly dressed young man onto the ground, "People from mid-tier worlds aren't all that special!"

...

"Did you see that? Senior was pinned to the ground by someone."

"Why is this low-tier world's indigenous so formidable? Our senior is a True Martial Eighth Grade!"

"Yeah, senior also cultivates a higher-grade Xuantian Art. Could the DNA report that indigenous mentioned really be a powerful cultivation technique?"

"Wow, what an impressive DNA report. We must not underestimate these low-tier world's natives like senior did."

"Our senior... won't be beaten to death, right?"