I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 391 - 389: Barely at the Level of My Family’s Bodyguard

"No matter the reason, it's a fact that Mr. Zhang's great ancestor saved me and also a fact that he protected Huaxia, he deserves our respect," Yin Wuyi said with utmost sincerity.

"From today on, whenever you see this symbol, it represents the most honored guest in the Ancient Martial Arts World. Do you understand?" Yin Wuyi's gaze swept over all the martial artists present, "If anyone dares to disrespect Mr. Zhang, I'll be the first to kill him!"

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The martial artists all nodded in agreement, trembling with fear.

Although today the image of the Martial God had crumbled in their hearts by a great deal, no one could shake his status in the Ancient Martial Arts World. He alone could shock the entire Ancient Martial Arts World!

As for offending Zhang Menglong? That would take more than a simple lack of sense.

Leaving aside his unfathomable strength, easily defeating several renowned martial artists of the Mythical Realm who attacked together, and even casually destroying their weapons, this was no longer about who dared to disrespect him; rather, it was about how many people even qualified to disrespect him.

And today, the entire Ancient Martial Arts World also understood that Zhang Menglong had a great ancestor who was at least at the legendary Heavenly Origin Realm seventy years ago and was still alive! Just this person alone, if he was determined to make a big move, could probably dominate the world with ease, right?

The so-called Heavenly Origin Realm was already a legendary realm; according to ancient texts, such a person could destroy a city or even a country with a single move.

Could it be that the Zhang Family would only have one expert at the Heavenly Origin Realm?

Even to the Ancient Martial Association, in the eyes of the Zhang Family people, they were worth less than nothing. How could they not treat such a person with the utmost respect?

"Now, I am sitting in this seat, none of you should have any objections, right?" Zhang Menglong's gaze swept over the crowd, "If there are any dissenters, feel free to come at me. I promise I won't bully anyone using my position!"

The threatening look in the Martial God's eyes disappeared in an instant; it was clearly a warning to them that Zhang Menglong was merely being polite, and they better not take it seriously. Anyone who really had a problem would be the first to be cut down by him.

"Alright, continue with your business," Zhang Menglong said nonchalantly, pulling out a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere and entering spectating mode.

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Everyone knew that with the support of the Martial God and his family behind him, Zhang Menglong and his Ritian Sect were on an unstoppable rise; that topmost seat of the nine was now indisputably his.

"Mr. Zhang, you must have other purposes for coming here today, right?" Yin Wuyi asked respectfully. With the background of Zhang Menglong's family, if they wanted to dominate the world, the whole world would be theirs by now. What would they care about a mere permanent director's seat in the Ancient Martial Association?

"I am here for recruitment this time," Zhang Menglong stated, "However, my requirements are quite high, ordinary talents do not qualify to be my students. I heard that today's conference is full of geniuses, so I came to have a look."

Zhang Menglong continued to explain, "To recruit students, I can't just show up without any display of my abilities, right? So I could only join them in their play."

"You want to recruit students?" Yin Wuyi was taken aback. No one in the Ancient Martial Arts World knew better than him how terrifying Zhang Menglong's family background was, with at least one elder at the Heavenly Origin Realm and himself reaching a level at just over twenty years old that others would only achieve at the age of one or two hundred. Their way of nurturing talent was simply incomparable to those of other sects and families.

If one became part of the Ritian Sect, it was almost like getting a guaranteed spot in the Mythical Realm, and there might even be a chance to explore the Heavenly Origin Realm!

Thinking about this even made Yin Wuyi's breathing become heavy.

Stuck at the peak of level nine in the Mythical Realm for more than thirty years, to this day he hadn't seen the slightest sign of a breakthrough, not even a clue. Perhaps he was destined to be stuck at this level for life.

"Mr. Zhang, would it be convenient for you to talk about the situation of your school? I am quite familiar with the Ancient Martial Arts Families; maybe I can help you spot some good students."

Zhang Menglong of course knew Yin Wuyi was trying to draw him out, but Zhang Menglong didn't mind, "Currently, my school is preparing to recruit the first batch of students, divided into small, medium, and large classes. The first small class aims to recruit at least ten people, and for now, I have recruited only two."

Yin Wuyi's expression stiffened, small, medium, and large classes; this sounded like kindergarten. Could he get any more infantile?

"The small class has a three-year curriculum, with the graduation requirement being the Mythical Realm; the medium class has a six-year curriculum, and the graduation requirement is the Heavenly Origin Realm; the large class has a permanent curriculum, but one needs to be above the Heavenly Origin Realm to enroll."

Yin Wuyi was split open on the spot as soon as these words were said. What did this imply? Cultivating a Mythical Realm martial artist in three years? Allowing a martial artist to break through from the Mythical Realm to the Heavenly Origin Realm in six years? Was he kidding?

Yin Wuyi had been the most dazzling genius in the Ancient Martial Arts World for the last two or three hundred years, with none to rival him! Yet, it took him forty years to break through to the Mythical Realm and more than a hundred years to reach the peak of the Mythical Realm.

Zhang Menglong had compressed that time by more than tenfold! To cultivate an ordinary martial artist to the Heavenly Origin Boundary within such a timeframe... that was just absurd!

But Yin Wuyi's sixth sense told him that what Zhang Menglong said might very well be true!

"Do you find it incredible?" Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "I'm not afraid to tell you that half a year ago, I was just an ordinary person."

"Can... can I join?" Yin Wuyi suddenly became excited, "I'll enter the middle class... No! I'll even take the junior class!"

Zhang Menglong glanced at Yin Wuyi. His potential indeed exceeded 10 points, but his age was just too great. Currently, the Super God Academy's requirement for the first batch of students was to be under the age of 30, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"You're too old!" Zhang Menglong said helplessly, "I'll look for you when the school opens up a class for the elderly."

"A class for the elderly..." Yin Wuyi couldn't help but show a wry smile.

"Mr. Zhang, let me handle the recruitment of students," Yin Wuyi stood up and said to the leaders of the major Ancient Martial Arts Families, "Today, Mr. Zhang plans to recruit at least 8 students in the entire Ancient Martial Arts World. If your families have exceptionally gifted younger members, this is an opportunity!"

The leaders of the Ancient Martial Arts Families looked at each other. Zhang Menglong was indeed formidable, and his background was astonishing. But for some reason, possibly because of Zhang Menglong's irreverent character, they all felt a hint of resistance deep inside.

Zhang Menglong stepped forward. He knew these people might need some encouragement.

"I know you may doubt the quality of my school," Zhang Menglong took out a small porcelain bottle and, the moment he opened the stopper, the fragrance of the pill overflowed.

"Immortal Pill! That's the scent of an Immortal Pill!"

"He really has more Immortal Pills!"

"There must be at least ten in that bottle, right?"

"He's taken out another bottle. How many Immortal Pills does he still have?"

"No, this scent is even stronger than Immortal Pills!" An alchemist from one of the families started flipping through an old book, "This fragrance... could it be the legendary Spirit-Transcendence Pill?"

"Elder Qiu, what is the Spirit-Transcendence Pill?"

"The Spirit-Transcendence Pill... It's something that can assist martial artists in breaking through to the Heavenly Origin Realm. But its pill recipe has been lost for 1200 years, and even if it existed, many of the medicinal ingredients have long since gone extinct. How did he... How ancient is his family's heritage?"

"Seeing how eager you are, I'll give you one!" Zhang Menglong took out a Spirit-Transcendence Pill and tossed it to Yin Wuyi. In reality, this substance was not what the Super God Academy called a Spirit-Transcendence Pill, but a "Sovereign Supreme Pill" concocted by the Pill Sovereign, Yao Chen, which was an elixir that could help a Battle King break through to a Battle Emperor!

Yin Wuyi, with trembling hands, caught the Sovereign Supreme Pill, fearing that Zhang Menglong might change his mind, he swallowed it down immediately.

In an instant, over thirty years of Yin Wuyi's hard cultivation exploded with the power of the elixir, his aura began to expand wildly, the clouds in the sky dispersed from the rising waves of power, and the entire island trembled under this force.

Beneath Yin Wuyi's aura, everyone felt as insignificant as ants.

"Is this... is this the legendary Heavenly Origin Realm?"

"A realm that hasn't been reached in hundreds of years, it's too fearsome."

"Hmm!" Zhang Menglong looked at Yin Wuyi with the proud eyes of a father, "Not bad, not bad, you're barely at the level of my family's bodyguards now."