I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

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"These are the two punches you gave me yesterday!" Wang Ling slammed his fists into the young man's face twice, holding back as he didn't dare hit too hard; an accidental overuse of strength could easily crack the skull open.

Even so, he probably couldn't avoid a severe concussion, which left him looking far more miserable than Wang Ling had been the day before.

"Also, you dumped me into the Qiantang River yesterday, right?" Wang Ling picked him up like a small chicken and tossed him into Zhang Menglong's swimming pool next to them, instantly turning the whole pond red with blood.

At that moment, Wang Cai was swimming comfortably, but the sudden presence of a blood-drenched intruder in its territory enraged him. He furiously bit the young man several times.

A dead camel is still larger than a horse; an average dog would have been slapped dead with a single hit from the young man. However, with a dog trained at Super God Academy like Wang Cai, even the Island Master of Realm Island would probably have some fear.

"Are you done yet? Had enough?" Zhang Menglong immediately canceled Wang Ling's Imperial Armor outfit.

Wang Ling was far from done. Seeing his armor disappear, he cast a resentful glance at Zhang Menglong, "Why did you deactivate my transformation?"

"For crying out loud, it was hard enough to save up those Cred Points; playing around like this will eventually waste them all!" Zhang Menglong said irritably. If he weren't on good terms with Wang Ling, he really wouldn't want to squander his Cred Points on him like this.

"Forget it, I guess if I hit him any more he'll die." Wang Ling also settled back on the sofa, savoring the freshly prepared coffee from the auntie.

"Wang Cai, give me a hand, drag him over!"

"Woof woof!" Wang Cai leapt out of the swimming pool and grabbed the nearly unconscious young man by the leg, flinging him in front of Zhang Menglong and the others.

"Good boy!" Zhang Menglong stuffed a handful of elixirs into Wang Cai's mouth, and Wang Cai contentedly went back to sleep.

"Menglong, who exactly is this person?" Lu Yiyao had held back for so long and finally couldn't help but ask.

"An old rival in love of Wang's, from a power similar to Ancient Martial Arts Families called Realm Island. It was him who threw Wang Ling into the Qiantang River yesterday," Zhang Menglong explained. The night before, Zhang Menglong had also made Lu Yiyao swallow a Spirit breaking Pill, so she now fully understood Zhang Menglong's real background. Last night, she had been in shock for quite a while.

"Wang Ling, what on earth happened just now?" Among the four, Jiang Qiyuan was the most surprised.

She certainly knew that Wang Ling was just from an ordinary wealthy family, whereas this young man was the next Island Master of Realm Island. On the Island, apart from the current Island Master, there were very few who dared not obey him.

His strength was unanimously recognized as the best among his generation on the Island; not to mention anyone daring to lay hands on him, only the older generation could surpass him.

And now, he was lying on the ground like a dead dog, with the most outrageous part being that it was Wang Ling's doing!

"I told you, my strength is much greater than you can imagine, so don't keep things from me in the future!" Although Wang Ling's words were a bit greasy, they still carried a hint of a domineering CEO's aura.

That sentence left Jiang Qiyuan unable to refute. The power Wang Ling had just shown was literally pressing the youth on the floor to rub the ground; even the lowest estimate of his strength was above the Heavenly Origin Realm.

In Ancient Martial Arts Families, that kind of power could virtually sweep across the entire Ancient Martial Arts World.

Even in Realm Island, there were barely a handful of people who could stand against him.

"What do we do with this guy?" Wang Ling's anger had mostly subsided after beating the person up, and he had never really intended to kill anyone.

"Let's have him compensate us first," Zhang Menglong glanced at the somewhat messy courtyard, the collapsed walls, and the bloodstained swimming pool, "What the hell, running into a madman first thing in the morning."

Zhang Menglong took the half-finished cappuccino in his hand and splashed it directly onto the young man's face.

The young man shuddered and came to, but now with severe wounds all over him, if not for the sustenance of his Mythical Realm Inner Strength, he would have died several times over by now.

All he felt was an intense burning pain all over his body, with his leg wound barely feeling anything anymore.

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"You... You all... Realm Island won't let you get away with this!" Perhaps due to being accustomed to superiority from a young age, the young man's first words were actually a threat.

"Are you sick in the head," Wang Ling kicked him in the head again, "you're lying at our feet right now, and you still dare to be so arrogant?"

"Wang Cai, bite his basket off for me!"

"Woof woof woof!" Not far away, Wang Cai shook his head; it didn't want to touch such a filthy thing with its mouth.

"Forget it, just kill him!" Zhang Menglong walked over to the entrance and picked up an exaggeratedly designed golden sword.

As a cultivator, what kind of divine weapons had not the young man seen?

To his astonishment, he found that this ornament-like item placed casually at the entrance, as if meant to ward off evil spirits, was at least a third-grade weapon!

A third-grade weapon was also something that on Realm Island only his teacher, the Island Master, possessed!

Who exactly was this person? Not to mention having such an impressive domestic helper at home, or that their dog had at least the strength of the seventh or eighth grade in the Mythical Realm, but even a random decorative piece in the house was a rare treasure—what kind of family background was this!

What kind of fortuitous encounter had Wang Ling gone through to be able to summon such a terrifying armor, and could it possibly have something to do with the world's richest man, Zhang Menglong?

Could it be that they were out-of-touch on the island and the secular technology of the world had developed to a point where it could contend with the Heavenly Origin Realm? Could someone please explain this to him?

"Don't, don't, don't! Please don't kill me!" An adult's breakdown sometimes happens in just an instant.

"If you were this submissive earlier, wouldn't we have avoided so much trouble?" Zhang Menglong put the Xuanyuan Sword back at the entrance, "Speak up, what's your name, where are you from, and why did you want to kill Wang Ling?"

"My name is Tong Wei, I come from Realm Island, and to kill him—obviously for Jiang Qiyuan."

As it turned out, over the years, Jiang Qiyuan had also demonstrated powerful cultivation talent on Realm Island, which drew the attention of Tong Wei, the direct disciple of the Island Master.

But Jiang Qiyuan had always been devoted solely to her cultivation for many years and had never paid him any attention. She had only one goal— to cultivate to the Mythical Realm as soon as possible and then have the authority to leave Realm Island to find Wang Ling.

After leaving Realm Island, Tong Wei followed her out, wanting to see who exactly she was eager to meet. Witnessing the intimacy between the two, Tong Wei was moved to kill.

Only, he was really unlucky. If it were someone else, he might have succeeded. Unfortunately for him, Wang Ling was a friend of Zhang Menglong.

"Let's do this, I won't extort you," said Wang Ling, "You damaged one of my cars yesterday, let's call it 20 billion US dollars. Then you injured me: medical expenses, nutritional supplements, lost wages, emotional distress—let's bundle that up for another 20 billion US dollars. You scared my girlfriend, so I'll charge you another 20 billion. That's not too much, right?"

"He really did learn the essence from you!" Lu Yiyao whispered to Zhang Menglong.

"Plus, you just now also owe Menglong another 60 billion US dollars. That makes 120 billion in total. Pay off the money, stay away from Qiyuan in the future, and you can take off!"

"What 60 billion!" Zhang Menglong was not happy, "He just dirtied my swimming pool as well, another 20 billion US dollars for cleaning fees, and he scared my dog, add another 20 billion!"

"So, that's 160 billion, will that be by card or cash?"

Tong Wei had seen shameless before, but never this shameless. Even if this villa were demolished, it wouldn't be worth 20 billion US dollars, right?

He knew what Wang Ling's car was—a few million for an Aston Martin—yet they dared to ask for 20 billion US dollars?

"What's the matter? No money?" Wang Ling chuckled sinisterly, "If you have no money, then just forget about leaving!"