I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Go! Quick, go!"

Seeing Zhang Menglong approaching with overwhelming momentum, Ji Meng was almost scared witless.

He was originally just a strategist under the Seventh Prince Qi Xiu. On the Haotian Continent, the foundation of a martial artist is in the Qi Refinement Realm. Transforming Qi to Mystic enters the True Martial Realm, and he was only at the third tier of Qi Refinement. Even a sect's outer sect disciple who has been cultivating for a couple of years would exceed this level.

He had just witnessed Zhang Menglong's divine bravery. Not to mention a True Martial of the eighth grade, even a master like Lin Jie of the ninth grade wouldn't stand a chance against him. His side was filled with sixth grade True Martial martial artists who wouldn't dare utter a word. How could he dare stay any longer?

"Trying to leave?" Zhang Menglong extended a hand, "All-Encompassing Heavenly Attraction!"

With a ripple of gravitational force, Ji Meng was instantly drawn hundreds of meters towards Zhang Menglong, but as for the others, Zhang Menglong couldn't be bothered.

"Handle it yourself!" Zhang Menglong casually tossed Ji Meng to the ground, leaving him to Qi Xiu's dealing.

"Seventh Prince!" Ji Meng knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, "Seventh Prince, for the sake of all I've loyally done for you, spare my life!"

"Spare your life?" Qi Xiu sneered coldly, "When you led people to hunt me down, why didn't you think about sparing my life? When you poisoned me and ruined my spirit root, why didn't you consider sparing my life?"

"Seventh Prince, I was caught in a delusion; I just wanted a strong backer," Ji Meng bowed repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, "I work for the eldest prince now, and he trusts me. I can gather his secrets for you to take down the eldest prince."

"Saying such things even now?" Qi Xiu kicked him to the ground, "How could I dare continue to use someone as disloyal and opportunistic as you?"

Even though Qi Xiu's spirit root was destroyed and his cultivation lost, the lean camel is bigger than a horse. Having trained since childhood, even without Mystic Qi, his physical prowess could contend with people in the fourth or fifth tier of Qi Refinement. Someone like Ji Meng meant nothing to him.

"Brother Zhang, could you lend me a weapon?"

"You can't handle this one," Zhang Menglong retracted the heavy sword and then took out a refined short sword, "It's yours."

"Thank you!"

Qi Xiu accepted the short sword, but upon holding it, he realized it was not ordinary iron; it was in fact an Eighth Grade Spiritual Weapon!

The number of people capable of forging Eighth Grade Spiritual Weapons in their vast Sacred Gold Dynasty could be counted on two hands, yet Zhang Menglong casually gave one away.

"Brother Zhang, this is too valuable, I can't accept it!"

"If I tell you to take it, then take it. Why hesitate like a girl?" Zhang Menglong said, "This is the worst weapon I have on me."

"An Eighth Grade Spiritual Weapon is the worst weapon on you?" Qi Xiu's pupils expanded another notch.

"Well then, I won't be polite," Qi Xiu set his gaze on Ji Meng, an uncontrollable aura of killing intent surging forth.

A cold light flashed, and in an instant, a head fell.

Qi Xiu exhaled deeply; this was his revenge for himself and his loyal subordinates.

"What are your plans next?" Zhang Menglong asked, "I guess your so-called eldest prince won't just let you go."

"I'm planning to go to the Imperial City," Qi Xiu said, "Only in the Imperial City my brother won't dare to do anything to me. I still have many old allies scattered throughout the Sacred Gold Dynasty. Whenever needed, they will undoubtedly rush to the Royal City to assist me."

"What, are you planning to directly fight?" Zhang Menglong showed an excited look, "I love fighting the most, take me with you."

Qi Xiu smiled wryly, "My royal brother has already reached the ninth grade of the True Martial Realm. How can I possibly defeat him?"

"Then why are you going? Delivering a package?"

"Father will soon choose his heir. He will assess us based on personal cultivation, connections, and governance skills. I'm not without hope."

"Seriously, would your Sacred Gold Dynasty actually choose you, now a cripple, as the Emperor?" Zhang Menglong bluntly retorted.

Qi Xiu showed a bitter smile immediately. Although Zhang Menglong's words were harsh, they were the truth. Even with his extensive connections and excellent governance ability, Qi Xiu was not very confident.

Without sufficient power, Qi Xiu couldn't suppress the many forces within the Sacred Gold Dynasty, especially those sect forces.

Among his peers, as a successor of the Sacred Gold Dynasty, he must be superior to everyone else!

So far, among the younger generation in the whole dynasty's powerful sects, several had already reached the ninth grade of the True Martial Realm. If the royal family didn't have such talents, after the older generation gradually withered, a coup would likely occur.

"Brother Zhang, do you know, I originally had two spirit roots. My Mystic Qi cultivation speed was more than twice that of an average person. When the elite of my peers in the Sacred Gold Dynasty were still hovering in the Qi Cultivation Realm, I had already entered the True Martial Realm, but now..."

"Oh, two spirit roots, huh, that gift... barely acceptable, I guess."

Barely acceptable?

Qi Xiu showed a helpless expression. Normally a martial artist has only one spirit root. Having two was almost a once-in-a-century genius. Forget Sacred Gold; even looking across the entire continent, such a person was exceptionally outstanding.

Occasionally, some even had three spirit roots, which was abnormal.

Legend has it that there was once a person on the continent with seven spirit roots, and his cultivation speed was terrifyingly fast. Now he is a renowned figure.

"Actually, I can help you restore your spirit root."

"What did you say?" Qi Xiu exclaimed with joy, grasping Zhang Menglong's hands, "You said you can repair my spirit root?"

"Are you a parrot?" Zhang Menglong said exasperatedly, "Is that so hard?"

"Of course, it's very hard!" Qi Xiu had sought out all the famous doctors in the Sacred Gold Dynasty and even enlisted a renowned Alchemist, but alas, the Alchemist could only shake his head in resignation.

Methods to repair a spirit root were not unheard of. In the Ancient Era, there were pill recipes that could not only repair but also enhance the spirit root, making it more potent to get twice the result with half the effort in cultivation.

Some more extreme ancient recipes could even help martial artists add new spirit roots, which was heaven-defying.

"Duang!"

Zhang Menglong dropped an Alchemy Cauldron on the ground and poured out a heap of spiritual medicines, all planted by him in the flower spirits at the Super God Academy.

"Ethereal Spirit Grass, at least 200 years old!"

"Ink Cloud Root, indeed very rare, and it's red Ink Cloud Root, practically the King of Medicines!"

"Soul Consolidating Heart Fruit!" Qi Xiu's eyes couldn't move away from a white fruit. During his visits to doctors, he was told this was a divine object for nourishing spirit roots, but it was virtually extinct on the continent. Even if found, it needed to be combined with an ancient pill recipe to restore his spirit root.

He had searched for over three years but had found no leads.

Yet Zhang Menglong had these things readily at hand.

"You... Brother Zhang, could it be that you're an Alchemist?" Qi Xiu exclaimed. Becoming an Alchemist on the Haotian Continent was exceedingly stringent, but their status was incredibly high.

"Isn't that obvious? Am I going to cook for you here if I'm not making pills?"

Zhang Menglong retrieved a roll of pill recipes from his memory, "Found it!"

"Found what?"

"Of course, the pill recipe to restore your spirit root," Zhang Menglong said, "How many spirit roots do you want?"