Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Who's there? Is it a Demigod?" The royal tomb of the Zinake Kingdom was considered the safest place in the entire Zinake Civilization!

At the entrance to the royal tomb, there were not only Transcenders for protection, but also numerous high-tech feng shui mechanisms inside and out. Even if a Transcender tried to break in, it would likely be a dead end.

"No, Your Highness, they have already entered the royal tomb. They didn't break in but used some unknown means to directly enter!" the guard reported nervously. "If it weren't for the alarm triggered by that loud noise just now, we wouldn't have known."

"What?" A hint of shock flashed through the prince's eyes. "How is that possible?"

The royal tombs of the Zinake Civilization were surrounded by all sorts of barriers. Whether through high-tech means or martial artists' space walking, it was nearly impossible to break in, unless one had comprehended the Space Law to the level of a Demigod. But such individuals wouldn't need to sneak in.

"Stop, no more fighting!" the prince ordered, instantly halting the fierce battle between the two Controllers. "Assemble the Tomb Guards, go and check it out!"

The Tomb Guards were the most unique force within the Zinake Civilization. Their number was extremely small, only 13, but each one was a Venerable Level Transcender of immense power. Their captain was even a King-level Transcender, whose strength was not much weaker than the ruler of the Zinake Civilization!

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"Oh, there sure are a lot of tomb chambers!" For several tens of minutes, Fang Jueyu, along with his two companions, had broken into dozens of tombs, each time leaving with full hands.

No matter how perilous the mechanisms, under Fang Jueyu's inexplicable methods, they weren't triggered in the slightest.

This royal tomb filled with danger and obstacles was just like window-shopping for Fang Jueyu and his companions, and they didn't even need to pay for the goods!

"Host, the development timeline of the Zinake Civilization far surpasses that of your old Fang Family. There must be at least tens of thousands of tombs here, probably around a hundred thousand. Even if you plan to tomb-raid, it might take hundreds of years to explore all the chambers!"

"Damn, this long-standing civilization... even the stealing seems endless!" Fang Jueyu muttered. "Forget it, none of these seem to be key figures of the Zinake Civilization. We should probably head straight for their main tomb!"

Every tomb had a main burial chamber where truly important figures were interred, and their accompanying burial goods were undoubtedly the most valuable, with one main tomb exceeding thousands of regular ones.

Although the royal tomb was immense, thanks to Fang Jueyu's knowledge of tomb structures, the entire layout of the tomb appeared clearly in his mind, rendering it as familiar to him as a backyard garden.

"Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!"

Fang Jueyu swung his giant hammer along the way, leaving chaos in his wake. Lancelot and Panuo followed closely behind, picking up the treasures that Fang Jueyu dismissed but which were still rare treasures in their eyes.

With a target destination, they advanced rapidly, soon reaching the main tomb of the burial chamber, far larger than any regular one. Its grandeur outshone other chambers by miles.

"Brother Fang, this should be the tomb of the thirty-seventh king of the Zinake Kingdom," Lancelot observed after a moment.

"Come on, you know that? Are you a walking encyclopedia?"

"In the history of the Zinake Kingdom, the most important figure is this thirty-seventh king," Lancelot ignored Fang Jueyu's chatter. "This king led the Zinake Kingdom's armies to flatten nearby civilizations of similar power. At their peak, they could even rival our Tangwu Mountain Universe Realm!"

"A handful of dust in the end, isn't it?" Fang Jueyu picked up a scroll with lifelike figures seemingly practicing some martial arts.

"Is this a secret martial arts manual?" Fang Jueyu speculated.

"It should be a martial art created by this king, laying the foundation of their prosperity," Lancelot replied. "This piece seems to be the original manuscript from that time, quite a valuable relic indeed. It's said to be a very advanced fifth-level martial art!"

"Only fifth-level martial arts," Fang Jueyu tossed the scroll aside. "You guys keep it, this broken thing is useless to me. Since it belongs here, let Bernard have it."

"Broken thing..." The two were speechless. A fifth-level martial art could start a frenzy among countless martial artists; did he not realize its value?

"What did you say? Broken thing?" At that moment, an eerie voice rang in their ears, and the temperature around them plummeted.

"Hey, what the hell are you two doing?" At this time, Lancelot and Panuo curled up on the ground, trembling.

"Such strong spiritual power waves!" Fang Jueyu sensed a spiritual force attempting to invade his body. The low temperature was just an illusion created by the spiritual power.

"Using such a childish trick in front of cataracts?" A huge virtual eye appeared behind Fang Jueyu, seemingly piercing through the essence of the world. In front of him, a wisp of ghostly light floated.

"What the hell, is it haunted?" Although he could see the entity before him, Fang Jueyu couldn't help but shiver.

"Host, this seems to be a remnant of the king's will," Xiao Yi noted. "This guy's strength in life was probably close to Demigod-level!"

"That powerful?" Fang Jueyu frowned. A will of a Demigod, even reduced to this wisp, was beyond his capabilities to contend with. He hadn't fallen into the illusion like Lancelot and the others solely due to the effect of his 'cataracts.'

If it directly attacked his brain, his limited spiritual power wouldn't hold out.

"Three young fools, you dared intrude upon the royal tomb of my Zinake Kingdom, courting death!" the ghostly flame emanated endless wrath.

Though it had lost its wisdom, like the former Purple Crystal Skull, it retained an obsession. The Purple Crystal Skull was obsessed with guarding Wanshen Manor, and this ghostly flame was obsessed with protecting the royal tomb.

"Quit pretending!" Fang Jueyu patted his chest. "Don't you know people can be scared to death?"

"Brother, sorry, even if you had more than a little obsession left, you wouldn't be a match for even a couple of my hammer strikes!" Fang Jueyu casually pulled out a lantern-like object.

This item was also a Divine Weapon, but a very rare one, commonly known as a Soul Weapon, specifically for dealing with Soul Bodies and remnants of will. In today's age, the craft of Soul Weapons had completely vanished.

Fang Jueyu channeled a strand of Cosmic Source Power into the lamp, which suddenly emitted a strong green light laced with powerful attraction!

If the soul had been whole, Fang Jueyu's power, even driving this Soul Weapon, would be negligible. But against merely a Residual Soul, his power was sufficient!

"What is this?!" Panic echoed within the tomb chamber. "A Soul Weapon! You actually possess a Soul Weapon?"

"Sorry, but here comes my trump card!"

"Aah!" In a sharp instant, the Residual Soul dissipated within the green glow.

"Damn, scare me, will you!" Fang Jueyu ordered. "Er Gouzi, drop a load on his head!"

"Woof!" Er Gouzi loved this job the most, though puzzled why Fang Jueyu, who usually forbade it, suddenly changed his mind today.

"Hmph," Fang Jueyu collected all the martial arts scrolls in the tomb chamber into his Space Ring. "I'm not just going to drop a load on your head; I'm going to ask you for toilet paper too!"

"Shit!" Fang Jueyu cursed, "Scare me? Don't you know ghosts are what I fear most in my life, trying to scare me..."