I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Chapter 1883 - 1876: Believe in Brother Chun and Gain Eternal Life

The lingering power of the Divine Profound Hall’s Hall Master still hung over the pinnacle of Xuanyun City.

No one expected that he would personally intervene to save someone, and even less expected that he would disregard his status to take action against a junior.

A Peak Dao Realm powerhouse standing at the top of the world’s food chain can easily annihilate an ordinary Dao Realm martial artist. Zhang Menglong, just a First-grade Divine Cultivator to others, seemingly had no chance of survival.

In fact, they understood the Hall Master’s actions.

Clearly, Zhang Menglong must have uncovered the secrets of the disappearance of the superpowers in the Ancient Cave Heaven, and possibly even found their lost legacies. Otherwise, he couldn’t have presented so many things.

There’s even a possibility that Zhang Menglong has collected the most supreme Martial Arts Techniques of those superpowers.

Honestly, it’s not only the Divine Profound Hall; other superpowers are also somewhat apprehensive, although not as much as the Divine Profound Hall.

With Gu Xiao still alive, it would only be a matter of time before the superpowers are stepped on by him alone. From a leader’s perspective, the Hall Master’s decision and actions were entirely reasonable.

No one wanted to admit it, but after he unleashed that strike, everyone’s hearts were somewhat relieved.

"Dear brothers, we can’t do anything about today’s events."

"Alas, heaven is indeed jealous of talent. Let’s hope everyone can accept this loss."

The elders of the superpowers uttered a few words of comfort and then gradually left.

They owed Zhang Menglong, not the other disciples of the Sunset Sect. Now that Zhang Menglong is dead, they had no reason to stay.

The bustling Xuanyun City suddenly fell silent, and the Sunset Sect disciples were eerily quiet.

Being directly struck by a Peak Dao Realm martial artist — how could anyone survive that? They knew Zhang Menglong could create miracles, but now they didn’t even have the courage to dig through the ruins.

They couldn’t sense Zhang Menglong’s presence at all; they feared digging out Zhang Menglong’s corpse from the mound.

If there’s a corpse, it might be the best possible outcome.

"Clan Leader...is really dead?"

"This...is impossible, right? The Clan Leader is so formidable, he can’t possibly be dead?"

"But it was the furious strike of a Peak Dao Realm powerhouse, how could the Clan Leader withstand it?"

"We can’t let this defeat us; the Clan Leader has already imparted the Nine Nether Sunset Art to us. Back in the day, Senior Lei Poguan single-handedly charged into the Divine Profound Hall, forcing their Hall Master to act, why can’t we do it?"

"That’s right, we still have over 8000 people, even if we can’t compare with Senior Lei Poguan, by reaching the Dao Realm, we surely won’t be any worse?"

"Exactly, as long as we continue cultivating, we’ll eventually have the chance to dismantle the entire Divine Profound Hall!"

"I must say, your ideas are great and you’re all very motivated, but could someone help me up first?"

While everyone was enthusiastically discussing their plans, a weak voice suddenly emerged from the rubble.

"Holy crap!"

"Clan Leader? You’re not dead?"

A few quickly rushed down, digging out an individual covered in torn clothes and blood from the ruins.

"Why do I feel like you’re almost disappointed to hear I’m not dead?"

"Easy, easy, my legs and arms are broken and haven’t fully healed yet!"

Zhang Menglong’s presence was extremely weak, almost imperceptible.

Just now, Zhang Menglong almost really died. Caught completely off guard, he didn’t have time to borrow any power or equipment from the Super God Academy, and took the Hall Master’s strike head-on.

However, Zhang Menglong’s body wasn’t ordinary; its strength isn’t just in toughness, but also in remarkable recovery abilities.

Unless his body is destroyed to the point where not a single cell is left, it’s nearly impossible to kill him.

That strike almost did annihilate Zhang Menglong’s body, but not to the point where not a single cell remained. Following a few minutes of restoration, Zhang Menglong’s body recovered once again.

But now his body was extremely weak; if a normal person had damaged his body, restoration might only take an instant.

But a Peak Dao Realm powerhouse’s attacks contain enormous energy; that strike not only damaged Zhang Menglong’s body, but nearly exhausted the energy within each of his cells.

If that strike were slightly more powerful, he might have truly died!

Zhang Menglong shakily pulled out a handful of elixirs and stuffed them into his mouth, instantly his Life Force and energy began to rapidly restore.

"Holy crap? What’s happening?"

To everyone’s astonishment, Zhang Menglong’s presence wasn’t just recovering, but even surpassing its original level, not just by a small margin, but by several times in growth!

The characteristic of the Saiyan race is that every time they are gravely injured and on the verge of death, upon recovery their combat strength dramatically increases. Zhang Menglong’s perfect body retained such a characteristic, even stronger and more pronounced than that of Saiyans.

Moreover, Zhang Menglong previously consumed countless elixirs, some possessing a breakdown-and-rebirth effect.

For instance, the Seventh Grade elixir Yin-Yang Mystical Dragon Pill from Battle Through the Heavens, which does nothing upon consumption but activates when the user is gravely injured, not only quickly healing injuries but significantly enhancing the martial artist’s realm.

Zhang Menglong’s presence soon exceeded his original First-grade Divine Cultivator, continuing to surge up.

Second-grade Divine Cultivator, Third-grade Divine Cultivator... Fifth-grade Divine Cultivator!

This severe injury has virtually fortified his physical foundation by over tenfold!

"A monster!"

"It’s truly enviable, we fight hard to cultivate, but the Clan Leader’s realm surges just from being severely injured..."

"If the Hall Master of the Divine Profound Hall knows about this, they would probably collapse mentally, wouldn’t they?"

"Clan Leader, your presence had just vanished, how did you recover?" Seeing Zhang Menglong slightly restored, everyone eagerly inquired.

"Nothing much, just believe in Spring Brother, and everlasting life will follow!" Zhang Menglong said no more, closing his eyes to begin meditating.

After a few hours of tuning, Zhang Menglong’s presence gradually stabilized, but his fury continued to rise. If not for his unique physique, he would have indeed died.

"Brothers, you’ve all seen the attitude of the Divine Profound Hall; they haven’t once reflected on whether what they did was right or wrong," Zhang Menglong said seriously, "Unless this matter gets resolved, I won’t even be relieved while taking a dump!"

"Clan Leader, what do you plan to do, we’ll follow your lead!"

"Yes! Whatever you say goes, our second lives are all yours, at most we’d just return them!"

"Give the order, Clan Leader!"

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"Alright!" Zhang Menglong nodded, "I want to directly charge into the Divine Profound Hall, uproot them completely, and twist the Hall Master’s head off to use as a chamber pot! I’ll piss first, then you can go!"

"Clan Leader, do we get that privilege too?"

"Hahaha, then I’m going for the second piss!"

"I drink yellow tea, so I’ll go for the third piss!"

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