I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Should we make a move?" In the shadow of the empire council, a few individuals were observing the events unfolding at the allocation meeting.

"Let's hold off for now and observe a bit longer!" a distorted silhouette in the void said.

"He's already challenging the bottom line of our empire council, does he think we don't exist?"

"Do you think that Level Nine life form is so simple?" a weathered voice said.

"He just advanced to a Level Nine life form; how strong can he possibly be? There are five of us—are we fearful of just him?"

"Have you forgotten about that woman?"

This statement left a few of the Level Nine life forms choked.

Back then, they also dealt with Ariya with such an attitude. She was just a newly broken through Level Nine life form, but they all rushed at her, only to be fiercely suppressed by that woman. In the end, they had to reluctantly agree to some unequal treaties.

"But are we just going to let them take away fifty thousand slots?" said one of the Level Nine life forms who was the owner of Noah's Cosmic Empire. "That Ritian Sect is already strong. If their fortune swells again, who knows if another civilization like the Zuda Cosmic Empire will be born later?"

"More slots don't necessarily mean they can secure much profit," another Level Nine life form said, "The highest life forms allowed to enter the secret realm are only Level Five, and billions of civilizations will be sending their elite warriors. They are just a small part of them."

"That's right, and each civilization's Fire of Fate will be emblazoned with their own mark. This time, the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire has offended so many. In the treasury, they might just end up like rodents chased by everyone."

"Humph! Fifty thousand slots, let's see if you have the appetite to digest them!"

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"King Helo, what do you think about these 4,000 slots?" The empire council elder looked at the King of Helo's Cosmic Empire. He had just been instructed not to worry about Zhang Menglong's matters.

"I'm asking you!" Zhang Menglong said to him, "Or do you not want even a single slot?"

Life forms above Level Six form a very tiny life essence inside themselves, which protects their soul. As long as this life essence is not completely destroyed, they can rebuild their bodies.

But once this life essence is destroyed, there's no possibility of revival.

"Makabaka! He's not being obedient!" Zhang Menglong said with a sarcastic tone, "Should we grudgingly ask for 4,000 more slots?"

"I'll give them! I'll give them!" The King of Helo's Cosmic Empire was genuinely terrified this time. In that instant before, he felt an invisible hand grasping his life essence, ready to crush it the moment he hesitated.

He was a figure nearing a Level Nine life form, but absolutely couldn't fall here now! The injuries he suffered today might take thousands of years or even longer to heal.

"Now, the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire has 12,000 allocated slots." The empire council elder declared, "Anyone has objections?"

Silence filled the air—who would dare to voice objections, tired of living? Perhaps only Level Nine life forms could stop this youth from the Ritian Sect now.

"And what about you?" Zhang Menglong looked at the remaining twenty to thirty people.

"We... we..."

"Gather 38,000 slots. I don't care about the distribution; I only want these 38,000 slots. Will you give them to me, or should I take them myself?"

Zhang Menglong folded his arms, appearing as if watching a show.

"We can provide 1,500 slots."

"Bi Ao, you have 6,000 slots, why not contribute a bit more?"

"You also have 5,500 slots, why should we offer more just because we have more slots?"

"We only have 1,800 slots, and we can only offer 800."

...

The leaders of dozens of cosmic empires were bargaining, even fighting over allocation figures; after all, no one wanted to give up their slots.

If they hadn't been the first to make a move and just each contributed one slot, it would have been acceptable. Bowing to a civilization with a Level Nine life form—what's there to be ashamed of?

Now, they could only pay for their own recklessness.

"Alright, now that the allocation is done, the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire has 50,000 slots. Anyone opposed?"

"Qin Feng, withdraw from Helo's Cosmic Empire, prepare to recharge energy—we might have to fight others later."

"Got it!" With the Zuda Fleet clearing the way, Zhang Menglong's fleet suffered no combat losses, only consumed some additional energy.

Threats! Barefaced threats!

Zhang Menglong was clearly telling them, if anyone objects, this fleet will soon head for their civilization.

Even Helo's Cosmic Empire couldn't withstand it; wouldn't they be defeated at a single blow?

"No objections, right? I knew everyone was reasonable." Zhang Menglong nodded in satisfaction.

"Xiao Ao, I want 40,000 slots; the rest are yours, okay?"

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" Otis beamed with joy, this thigh is indeed substantial!

He always thought Makabaka beside Zhang Menglong was just a middle-grade Level Eight life form. Unexpectedly, Zhang Menglong let him in on a trick.

From now on, everyone knows that the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire has a Level Nine life form in charge. Even if they didn't secure any fortune this time, just this point is enough to ensure the prosperity of their cosmic empire for millions of years.

"Oh, I forgot something!" Zhang Menglong walked over to the King of Helo's Cosmic Empire again.

The Level Eight peak life form trembled all over, his body had recovered anew, but now he was weak, pale, probably even a regular high-grade Level Eight life form could best him.

"Hmm?" Zhang Menglong rubbed his fingers together, "Understand?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't understand it either, what does rubbing fingers mean?"

King Helo looked puzzled.

"Smack!" Zhang Menglong smacked him on the head, "Are you pretending? Cough up the money!"

King Helo clearly did not expect that a mere Level Five life form like Zhang Menglong would dare do this to him, but when he saw Makabaka's menacing gaze behind Zhang Menglong, he cowered instantly.

"Sending troops isn't free for me, you know?" Zhang Menglong said, "If you had obediently given me the slots, would I need to expend my resources and troops?"

"I've calculated it!"

"Comes out to zero!"

"Wormhole costs: 37,127 stars."

"Fleet energy costs: 12,371 stars."

"Fleet maintenance costs: 102 stars."

"Total: 49,700 stars."

"I don't like small change, let me give you a discount, give me 50,000 stars and we're all settled!"

"Shameless! The more you discount, the higher it gets?"

"50,000 stars, isn't that their cosmic empire's military funding for thousands of years?"

"This time, the King of Helo is going to bleed heavily, basically paying to get himself beaten!"

"As expected, better to offend other big figures than those from the Ritian Sect."

"He figured it out; last time someone offended those from the Ritian Sect, they ended up as slaves. He's just paying a bit of money, and it's actually quite good."

"If you can't come up with the money, it's fine," Zhang Menglong smiled, "I can offer installment payment services too, at an annual rate of 4%, not much, right? Or you can use other items to settle it, I'm not picky."

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