Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Shameless, utterly shameless!" The Prince gritted his teeth, glaring at Fang Jueyu, yet he didn't dare utter a word. This was the first time in his life seeing someone so shameless.

From the very beginning, this young guy from the rich MC Eight Path Civilized Clan had no intention of letting their treasure vault go.

The heritage of an entire civilization, accumulated over billions of years, emptied overnight. Where should one vent such grievance?

And that wasn't all. He continually found one "reasonable" excuse after another to renege on his promises. The most ridiculous part was that they couldn't find a single flaw in his arguments.

The treasure vault was emptied, and their loss was worth far more than 50,000 source coins. Many items in this vault were one of a kind, absolutely irreplaceable even for all the money in the world. If given another chance, he'd rather find a way to scrounge up 500 million source coins to compensate Bernard.

"From now on, never provoke this civilization. Steer clear of anyone associated with it!" The Prince set this iron-clad rule in his heart.

"Well then, we've saved everyone and received our compensation. We won't be staying for dinner, so there's no need for the Prince to insist we stay." Fang Jueyu took the ring off Er Gouzi's neck and pocketed it with a slick tone.

"Who the hell wants to invite you to dinner?!" The Prince's face turned red. He wished nothing more than for this great menace to leave immediately.

In just half a day, he had blown up the ancestral tomb of his family, danced on it, and then looted Zinake Civilization's collections. Who knows what other wild ideas he might come up with if he stayed longer?

"Oh, by the way," Fang Jueyu suddenly paused, "nothing happened here just now, right? You released the people willingly, and you gave the stuff willingly, correct?"

A look of surprise flashed on the Prince's face, but he quickly understood. He didn't want to expose the foundation of his civilization. He hoped the demigods of the rich MC Eight Path Civilized Clan would remain hidden.

"Yes, yes, of course. Everything was voluntary, and nothing happened just now." The Prince nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice. He truly believed that if he divulged even a tiny bit of information, a demigod from the rich clan would quickly take his head off.

"Good," Fang Jueyu waved, "see you in the Jianghu!"

Fang Jueyu took out another Teleportation Talisman.

At the sight of this thing, Lancelot and Panuo broke into a cold sweat. Just now, it had transported them to the ancestor's tomb of the Zinake Civilization. Who knows where Fang Jueyu would take them this time?

"Goodbye my friend, goodbye my friend, goodbye my friend, let us part and meet again!"

With the melodious song, Fang Jueyu, along with the dog and three people, vanished from the treasury room.

...

At this moment, a lavishly dressed middle-aged man arrived belatedly. He stood dumbfounded in front of the now-empty vault.

"What... what exactly happened?" Earlier, the Prince had sent someone to deliver the news to the ruler of the Zinake Civilization, who had quickly dropped everything to rush over.

Unfortunately, he was still a step too late.

No, even if he had arrived on time, he couldn't have changed anything. As long as a demigod was present, he, the ruler of the Zinake Civilization, would count as nothing.

"The aura of demigods..." The ruler's face showed a trace of solemnity. "Not just one, there were thousands of them. How is this possible? What exactly happened just now?"

The ruler looked at the Prince.

"Father, I dare not say," fear was etched deeply on the Prince's face. "They are terrifying; they are simply not humans but robbers and monsters! Father, I fear we can never touch this clan again."

"Smack!" The ruler slapped the Prince across the face, causing an immediate swelling. "You are to inherit the throne of this civilization one day. Where's your dignity? Calm down and tell me what exactly happened!"

"Ten thousand demigods... Father, they have ten thousand demigods!"

"Crack!" As if struck by lightning, the ruler was stunned, even though he had already suspected this possibility. Hearing it confirmed left him speechless.

"Pass down the order," he said quietly, "from now on, restore the identity of the Ninth Prince. If he ever returns, no one is to interfere with him or insult him. Furthermore, move his mother's remains into the royal mausoleum, and build the tomb with the highest specifications!"

"Yes!" The guard behind the ruler immediately responded.

"Hopefully, this will lessen his resentment towards our civilization," the ruler said silently. "Also, from now on, if you see people from the rich MC Eight Path Civilized Clan, no matter who they are, absolutely do not offend them. If possible, avoid them. If anyone offends them, they will be removed from the civil registry!"

...

Learning from the first experience, the landing point this time was much more accurate. The power of the rune could directly break through the Guardian Ring's barrier, allowing them to return directly inside the Cosmic Federation School.

"Ah! Pervert!"

"Hey, fellow student, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, let us explain!"

Moments later, four young men with red handprints on their faces sulkily left the female martial artist's common room inside the Cosmic Federation School.

"Fang, can't you be more reliable? Why do you always send us to the weirdest places?" Lancelot couldn't help but complain.

"I can't help it, this is only the second time I've used this thing. Although I'm a genius, even geniuses make mistakes sometimes." Fang Jueyu chuckled awkwardly. "But to be fair, that girl had a gorgeous figure. Really, quite curvy and beautiful. On our home planet, she'd be considered a top-tier beauty."

"Oh, come on, you should be thankful the female warrior in the common room was enrolled with us in the same class by the Cosmic Federation School. If we had run into someone from earlier classes, who might be over ten thousand years old, one slap from them and it wouldn't just be a red mark on our face."

"Fang, thanks a lot this time." Bernard's injuries had largely healed, and now with everything settled, he could finally relax. Zinake Civilization probably wouldn't dare bother him anymore after what Fang Jueyu did this time.

He had received a message from the ruler of the Zinake Civilization to visit home more often when possible. His mother's grave was already being prepared to be moved into the royal mausoleum. All of this was thanks to Fang Jueyu. Without him, Bernard would likely have been surrounded and killed by the Prince and his men sooner or later.

"No need to be so formal, we're brothers," Fang Jueyu said casually. "I never care what kind of people my friends are, after all, they are definitely not as rich and powerful as I am."

The three laughed off the remark. Fang Jueyu was always so carefree and nonchalant.

"But, as my friends, I'm going to take you guys flying high, breaking through Controllers, Transcenders, and even to become demigods!"

The three were stunned. If anyone else had said this, they would've thought it a joke. But after witnessing the rich clan's depth personally, they no longer doubted Fang Jueyu's abilities. Perhaps by following him, they too could reach the pinnacle of a demigod one day!