I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1560 - 1564: Don’t Mess with Him Anymore

"Anyone else want to enroll in my fast-track class? Time waits for no one!" Zhang Menglong continued advertising, "If you miss this village you won't find this shop again."

"I want to sign up!"

"I want to sign up too!"

Many people were already feeling tempted. Given their skills and backgrounds, some had no chance of obtaining one of those hundred thousand spots. But now they could get the opportunity just by spending some money, making it quite a bargain.

Now this move by Zhang Menglong was undoubtedly opening their eyes, maybe he could actually block this overwhelming force by himself!

Though 5 trillion Tianyuan wasn't a small sum, in the central region of the Main World, most countries and forces, even some slightly stronger families, could afford it.

"Hahaha, thank you all for your business. Once you've paid, you can move forward."

Zhang Menglong had the Undead form a human wall. Those who paid could pass, the rest stood aside!

...

"No way, a whole bunch of skeletons looks really creepy." Zhang Menglong looked at the sea of skeletons and instantly felt uncomfortable.

He continued chanting the spells from the Book of the Undead, and almost simultaneously, the rocks and sand on the ground began to slowly coalesce into their flesh, skin, and even clothing, nearly restoring their appearance from when they were alive.

"This... Ancestor?"

"Master? Is it you, Master? It's your little disciple!"

"Brother? I miss you, Brother!"

These Undead were also from the nearby dynasties, with some even having considerable rank and status. When Zhang Menglong resurrected them, some people immediately recognized a portion of them.

This tense confrontation surprisingly turned into a massive family reunion. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

But these people were just Wraiths summoned by Zhang Menglong through the Book of the Undead from hell. Apart from the instinct to fight, some magical memories from when they were alive, and the instinct to obey Zhang Menglong, they had no memories from before.

Never mind disciples or brothers, even if it was their wife or son here, if Zhang Menglong gave the order, they would unhesitatingly smash their skull with a punch.

"No, everyone don't be fooled. These are not your former relatives and friends. They are Undead resurrected by him through some means!"

"Using other people's remains to fight, that's Dark Magic, and he's no good thing either!"

"Just a bunch of dead men, nothing to be afraid of, don't let him scare you!"

"Just this to try to get half the spots, that's too simplistic!"

Zhang Menglong's "resurrected" Undead Legion did not make them retreat.

There were people with similar magic abilities. Among Dark Magicians, a very rare branch is the Necromancer, who could resurrect the Undead for combat.

But those Undead were merely walking corpses, aside from some physical attributes from when they were alive, they retained nothing, not a single memory of martial arts or magic.

If it were a Martial Artist, it might be slightly more troublesome, as the strongest weapon of a Martial Artist is their body.

But in the world of magicians, magic is the most important. A magician deprived of magic is just a human punching bag, completely useless.

Zhang Menglong merely had more resurrected numbers. Since they are Undead, they should be sent back to hell!

"Even if my ancestors sacrificed themselves, their bones are not for you to desecrate!"

"To think you dare disturb my teacher's wraith!"

The magicians had no just cause earlier, but now they finally found an excuse to strike.

"Brother, need some help?" Drake stepped forward. He detested those hypocritical magicians who preached virtue while being insidious behind the scenes. Although Dark Magicians did evil, they were at least openly malevolent.

"Brother, just be there and cheer for me, and by the way, do you need a fast-track service?"

"Hahahaha, I like people like you!" Drake said, "But I don't need it. We Dark Magicians don't have much funding, we'd rather earn those spots with our own strength."

"Too bad, but never mind, when I make some money, I'll treat you to a meal," Zhang Menglong laughed.

"Are you done with your nonsense?" The magicians had long been unable to stand it.

"You brought this on yourself, don't blame us for having strength in numbers!"

"Everyone, deal with his summoned Undead first, try using Fire Element magic and Light Magic, as the Undead fear flames and light!"

The magicians immediately reached a consensus. Waves of flames and various fireballs flew towards Zhang Menglong's Undead army.

"You really aren't afraid of death, do you think your puny magic can compare to my Book of the Undead?" Zhang Menglong flipped open the book, "Warriors returning from hell, fight for your Undead lord!"

In an instant, all the Undead's eyes glowed green. Though they lost the weapons they once had, they were at the highest level of mages!

One of the beginner Great Magician Undead's lips moved slightly, "Origin Wave!"

A massive amount of Water Elements in the air quickly coalesced, forming a tide in front of him, instantly creating a wall of water, blocking most of the fire magic.

"What?"

"Those Undead can actually use magic?"

"What kind of Dark Magic is this? Could it possibly be true resurrection?"

Seeing this, even the Dark Magicians were dumbfounded. The Undead they resurrected were never so powerful because their physical bodies couldn't retain any magical memories nor have the instinct to cast magic.

Zhang Menglong let out a cold laugh, "Counterattack!"

"Forbidden·Earth Roar!"

"Forbidden·Meteor Fire Feather!"

"Forbidden·Poison Mist Explosion!"

…

The Undead began using their magic from when they were alive. Though slightly lacking compared to their prime, the sheer number still packed a mighty punch.

"What? They can use Forbidden Curses?"

Faced with such attacks, the high-level Mages and Great Magicians could only resort to Forbidden Curses for defense.

The entire valley instantly turned into a chaotic battlefield. Within moments, both sides suffered casualties.

However, Zhang Menglong's Undead army had already died once, and they couldn't die again. Under the power of the Book of the Undead, they reassembled and rose once more.

Meanwhile, the magicians, once dead, rose with green-glowing eyes, pointing their wands at their comrades.

"What the hell?" Drake spat at the sight, one side growing in numbers, the other dwindling. "This is messed up, right?"

"Remember!" Drake told his followers, "Spread his photo on our family network. If you see him in the future, don't provoke him!"