I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Ritian Sect? What is the Ritian Sect?"

"Bro, we're already in the quantum network age. Are you guys still stuck in the 5G information era? You seriously don't know about the Ritian Sect?"

"It's a very secretive organization. All the members that have appeared thus far are extremely young. Some can create miraculous medicines, some can forge powerful martial weapons, and some can casually pull out high-grade martial arts manuals!"

"Remember that Divine Strength Pill that popped up on the cosmic auction platform not long ago?"

"Yeah, I know about that. It was auctioned off for 27,800 stars, and there was also a Level Seven Laws Martial Weapon that went for over 300,000 stars!"

"All of those items come from the alchemists of the Ritian Sect. I recall the age of that alchemist doesn't exceed 20 Cosmic Years!"

"That's terrifying. I... I can't quite believe it."

"Don't believe it? Fine. Ask someone! If you find out differently, I'll livestream myself swallowing a star!"

...

The mention of the Ritian Sect stirred up quite a commotion.

"Zuda Fleet, over a thousand peak Level Five civilization warships, can also deploy hundreds of the power of beings beyond Level Six, and even some Level Eight Peak Life Forms..."

Such power, not even the Imperial Alliance Council's Elder's civilization has that kind of combat strength.

If we don't factor in external influences and solely consider the power of the civilization itself, the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire's current combat strength is probably second only to the Noah Cosmic Empire.

If we throw in outside factors and allies, with the Ritian Sect's Alchemist's ability to rally support, then perhaps...

The most terrifying thing was the rumor spread about that Wang Sicong from the Ritian Sect allegedly having some relationship with a woman among the current Level Nine Life Forms in the universe.

That woman is someone that no one dares to offend!

"Ahem!" The Elder of the Imperial Alliance Council cleared his throat. "I think the allocation for Twin Whales Cosmic Empire's places seems slightly biased. 1,500 spots are indeed too few for them. After careful consideration, I think 8,000 would be more suitable."

"8,000?" Otis was so ecstatic he almost fainted. Happiness came so suddenly. Apart from the Noah Cosmic Empire, only one other cosmic empire could get such a spot.

"Damn! What kind of luck did the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire have? They actually managed to cling to such a big deal?"

"Well, what can we do? They've got money and power. What objections can we possibly have?"

"Who would've thought such a powerful organization would emerge from a mere Level Five elementary civilization? It's really eye-opening."

"8,000 spots. They should be satisfied this time, right?"

Jealous, envious, and resentful voices filled the air. As for those who had been talking smack on the sidelines earlier, they quietly shifted elsewhere. If they became a target, they probably wouldn't sleep soundly.

"Not enough! I don't want to emphasize for the third time. Our Ritian Sect needs 50,000 spots, not a single one short!"

The Elder of the Imperial Alliance Council immediately showed a bitter expression.

They indeed reserved some spots after completing the distribution, originally intended for Council members, but the numbers weren't substantial. Giving out 8,000 spots had already greatly affected their own interests.

Zhang Menglong asking for 50,000 spots right off the bat; not to say they don't want to give them, even if they wanted to, they couldn't!

If they want 50,000 spots, they'd have to take them from themselves or other civilizations to get the numbers together.

But would they be willing? Would other civilizations be willing?

"Young man, to be honest, our spots are limited. We genuinely can't come up with 50,000 spots. Of course, if you can get other civilizations to voluntarily give up their spots, we can arrange 50,000 spots for you."

This move to shift the conflict was expertly done. The Imperial Alliance Council directly turned the dispute onto Zhang Menglong and the other civilizations.

"You should've said so earlier. I thought it was you who called the shots!" Zhang Menglong laughed. "Out of these billions of Level Five civilizations, if each one casually gives up a spot, we'd gather billions. A mere 50,000 spots shouldn't be hard to come by, right?"

It sounded easy, but those advanced civilizations are one thing; those small civilizations only have 10 spots in total, and each one is crucial. Asking them for one spot is almost no different from slicing them with a knife. Would they be willing?

As for those advanced civilizations, honestly, one spot isn't much, but it's no longer a matter of spots; it's a matter of pride. If they actually give up spots, it'd be like indirectly yielding to the Ritian Sect.

"Young man, I advise you to be content once you got the spots. Being greedy does not lead to a good outcome!" Finally, a disgruntled voice arose from the crowd.

"It's the King of the Silo Cosmic Empire!"

"Shocking! He's an esteemed Level Eight Peak Life Form, and he's recognized as the closest to becoming a Level Nine Life Form."

"Now a mere Level Five elementary civilization demands to be on par with them; it seems he can't sit idle any longer."

...

"Who? Stand forth!" Zhang Menglong said. "Who isn't satisfied?"

"A mere Level Five elementary civilization, and you're not satisfied with 8,000 spots?"

"Got a problem?" Zhang Menglong laughed.

"Level Five Life Form?" The Silo Cosmic Empire's King sneered, "Who gave you the guts to speak to me this way? Your subordinates?"

The King of the Silo Cosmic Empire had attended the auction and was acutely aware that Makabaka was only a Level Eight intermediate Life Form.

Being the closest to a Level Nine Life Form, he had absolute confidence in his power. Even if all hundred slaves stood before him, they'd be nothing but trash.

"You're not the only one who has issues with you!"

"Count me in!"

Several other Level Eight Peak Life Forms stepped forward; they were all leaders of renowned civilizations!

"Seems you have quite a few grievances against me," Zhang Menglong stroked his chin. I was just thinking about where to ask for those 50,000 spots. I'm someone who doesn't trouble others unless provoked, so since you have issues, I'll start asking from you.

Zhang Menglong counted the people in front of him, "Only six of you? Not enough! Your civilizations probably only have a few thousand spots each; still not enough for 50,000. Anyone else?"

"Arrogant! Do you think a mere Level Five Life Form can hold equal conversation with us now?"

"Even your cosmic empire's king wouldn't dare speak to us like that!"

"Don't think just because you have the Ritian Sect backing you that you can act as you please. Do you think your bodyguards can protect you?"

Another dozen or so Level Eight Peak Life Forms stepped forward.

"Hmm, thirty-something people, that's about right," Zhang Menglong counted the heads. You each give up over 1,000 spots, and won't that gather the numbers?"

"I heard in past years, there were situations where people fought fiercely over a single spot, even resulting in some civilizational wars. Seems it's not just a rumor," Zhang Menglong laughed. "But that's just fine. With one less spot, I'll take from you. If you don't hand them over, I'll take them by force!"