I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Three Cosmic Days passed just like that, and yet the number of spectators only increased. The organizers even had to temporarily modify the building to handle the larger crowds.

Those who arrived early felt incredibly lucky, while those who arrived late were filled with regret, as this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

However, among all the people, only Zhang Menglong seemed so out of place. After finishing Pokémon, he pulled out a Switch to play Zelda, and after finishing Zelda, he took out his phone to play the offline mode of Honor of Kings.

Watching such outdated entertainment devices, Ireel couldn't understand why Zhang Menglong was so entertained.

As for the others, they were gritting their teeth. So many wanted to see but couldn't, yet he was wasting the opportunity by doing nothing.

During these days, the alchemists had great gains; videos and books, no matter how precious, couldn't compare to the meaningfulness of a live demonstration.

At this time, Master You Ke had reached a very critical moment. He had successfully incorporated four runes, and the dark golden rod was faintly exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

The Lord from Shock Civilization also opened his eyes and stared intently at the rod. He had paid a significant price for this batch of materials; he no longer had the assets to hire a Level Six Alchemist.

But with a decisive battle imminent, he had no time to accumulate wealth and could only pin all his hopes on Master You Ke.

This attempt allowed no room for failure to him!

The successful fusion of four runes made his heart surge with excitement. Master You Ke was indeed the closest to a Level Six Alchemist.

He shifted his gaze to Master You Ke, who did not look relieved at all; fine sweat had formed on his forehead. This indicated that refining a Level Six Martial Weapon was not an easy task for him.

"Crunch!" A sound almost no one heard came from within the rod; its material couldn't withstand the power of the fifth rune!

At this moment, Zhang Menglong finally put down the gaming device, "It's almost over, we can prepare to go."

"Go? Go where? It's only halfway," Ireel asked, confused, looking at Zhang Menglong.

"Didn't I say? His material fusion isn't enough, and the overall strength won't hold. Seems like four runes were the limit. This crafting has failed. We can explore elsewhere."

The Shayana sisters looked at Zhang Menglong, surprised by what he sensed that others did not.

If there was such a problem, wouldn't Master You Ke, who was closest to a Level Six Artifact Refiner, have noticed?

"Hahaha, do you think you're a master or a prophet?"

"Right? Didn't you see the master is still focused on inscribing the fifth rune? If there were a problem, he'd notice immediately."

"Ireel, what kind of shady friend did you make? I advise you to..."

"Crack!" This time, everyone in the room heard the sound of metal breaking.

In the stunned gaze of everyone, a visible crack appeared in the dark golden rod, and it quickly spread across its surface, filling its entire body.

"It's over, it failed!" The Lord of the Shock Cosmic Empire's vision darkened; this not only meant his batch of materials was a waste, but it forewarned he would likely perish in the duel.

"Clatter!" Warm metal fragments fell into the furnace as Master You Ke looked disappointed.

He was called the master closest to a Level Six Alchemist by outsiders, and he almost believed it. That's why he dared to challenge such limits, but now he realized he was still thousands of years away.

"Sigh," he sighed softly. His steps and breath seemed unstable, showing how much this crafting drained him.

"See, I told you but you didn't believe!" Zhang Menglong looked at Chiradel and others, "One said they'd streak, another said they'd dance in black, and one said they'd wash their hair upside down. So, who's going first?"

The three turned red and stayed silent, who would've thought Zhang Menglong's prediction would actually come true and Master You Ke would really fail!

"Hmph, you really can't play, you three little wimps."

"Brother Zhang, did it really fail?" Ireel felt regretful, not only for Master You Ke but also for the materials worth dozens of Level Five civilizations.

"More or less."

"More or less? What does that mean?"

"It failed, but not completely. As long as the materials haven't entirely cooled and solidified, I think it can be salvaged," Zhang Menglong said. "With higher temperature and remelting, and adjusting the melting rate to the optimal ratio, maybe we can try again."

"I've never heard of a weapon embryo that cracked can still be refined."

"Right? This is basic knowledge of alchemy. Do you even understand? You just guessed right by chance, now you're just bullshitting?"

"If you know so much, then why don't you try!"

"You really want me to try?" Zhang Menglong confirmed.

"Anyone can boast, but if you can really salvage those materials, we will acknowledge you."

"Though your praise means little to me," Zhang Menglong smiled, "it would be a waste to lose so many materials. Watch carefully, and see what professionalism looks like!"

"Brother Zhang, you..." Ireel was astonished, could Zhang Menglong really know alchemy? Coming from a Level One civilization, having such wealth was already absurd enough, how could he also possess such high-skill abilities?

"Sorry, Lord, I failed," Master You Ke apologized to the Lord of Shock Civilization.

"Never mind," the Lord gave a bitter smile, "I took a gamble, knowing failure was always an option. Perhaps this is my fate."

"Excuse me, you two, mind if I interrupt?"

The young man who suddenly stepped out startled everyone. What was going on? What did he mean by coming out now?

"Mind if I use these materials?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"You..." The ruler of a Level Five civilization was baffled by Zhang Menglong's unexpected move. What did he want with these, sell them as scrap?

While a failure, recycling could fetch the price of one or two Level Five civilizations.

"I was watching from above, couldn't help but comment," Zhang Menglong said, "a few people weren't convinced. They said if I'm so good, I should try, so here I am."

"You mean you want to continue refining this Martial Dao weapon?" Master You Ke seemed to understand, "Young man, don't you fear the Lord might kill you for joking around?"

"It's okay," the resigned Lord of the Shock Cosmic Empire said without any emotion, "these things are yours. Having the courage to step up here means you have guts. If I weren't nearing my end, I'd guide your Martial Dao."

"I don't want these things, I just think it's a waste to discard them like this," Zhang Menglong said, "You sit and wait, I'll buy a bag of oranges, later I'll craft it and give it to you!"

Zhang Menglong walked up to where Master You Ke stood. He extended his hand, and a purplish-red flame shot up, tens of times hotter than Master You Ke's Stellar Flame!

"This..." The expressions of the Lord of the Shock Cosmic Empire and Master You Ke froze...