I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"What did you say?" Irok's expression suddenly became much more ferocious.

It was evident that he still remembered the gratitude of his ancestor Xiboske for teaching him, and he clearly respected his teacher very much.

Yet Zhang Menglong actually suggested that his teacher, who was the master of a Level Five Civilization and a Level Six life form, should personally beg him! This was simply a huge contempt and insult.

"Didn't you hear me clearly? Let me say it again," Zhang Menglong sneered, "Have your teacher personally beg me, and I might consider sparing him."

Bernard came with malice in the first place. If Zhang Menglong had not had the protection of his ancestors, falling into his hands probably wouldn't have ended well; Zhang Menglong was never polite to his enemies.

If someone wanted to protect his enemy, then that person was also his enemy. No matter who came, face wouldn't matter, and besides, Zhang Menglong didn't even know the master of the Slone Cosmic Empire, so why give any respect?

Is being the master of a Level Five Civilization impressive? Is a Level Six life form impressive? If he saw his parents or other ancestors, who were level nine life forms, wouldn't he probably be scared shitless? Maybe even the pets his parents kept would be more than Level Six life forms.

Don't talk about how longevity makes one a senior and should be treated with respect; do you, as a human, need to give face to a 100-year-old turtle? The life levels aren't even on the same level; why should he give face?

"You're looking to die!" The power on Irok surged wildly, and as a Level Five life form, his strength made everyone present feel incredibly shocked.

"What do you want to do?" Yimor directly blocked in front of Zhang Menglong. Was someone actually trying to strike at a star-level user of the Cosmic Bank? They were their bread and butter! In other words, their father!

Yimor was also a martial artist about to break through to a Level Six life form; his strength was no weaker than Irok's, and there were over 2,000 Level Five battleships in the sky!

Irok was suddenly alarmed by his own recklessness; he almost couldn't resist taking action against Zhang Menglong just now.

This person named Yimor, although on the same life level, seemed to be an elite from some Level Five Civilization, while he was merely someone who got some opportunities and emerged from a Level Four Civilization.

If it came to heritage, there would probably be a huge gap between the two, akin to the difference between a formally-trained individual and a self-taught one.

Moreover, there was that fleet and the thousands of pilots in it, all with Level Five life form levels!

If he had dared to take action just now, the likely outcome would have been him being beaten to death, with Zhang Menglong being exempt from any responsibility due to emergency self-defense.

"I don't care about this anymore!" Irok waved his hand and intended to leave immediately. This matter had already surpassed his scope of handling; Zhang Menglong was relentless and impervious to his words, leaving him with no options.

"Irok, you can't leave!" Bernard panicked, "Back then, you were about to be killed by an enemy. If not for my ancestor saving you, how could you have achieved what you do now?"

Hearing this, Irok's steps paused, and his expression became very complicated, now tangled with certain matters.

"Ah, moral blackmail again." Zhang Menglong actually admired Irok; a person who values emotions is always worth respecting.

"I'll help you this one last time," Irok seemed to make an important decision, "From now on, my debt to the Xiboske family is cleared, and I won't visit you again."

He had a silver bracelet on his wrist, which seemed to be a piece of high-tech equipment.

A holographic projection was cast into the air, depicting a vast space resembling a training ground, where a person dressed in strange attire sat cross-legged in the center, eyes closed, seemingly in deep concentration.

The person suddenly opened their eyes, "Irok, didn't I tell you not to disturb me unless it's urgent?"

The voice of the person was ancient and profound, like a primordial chant.

"I'm sorry, teacher, but this time, something really requires your intervention," Irok said respectfully.

"Weren't you looking for the descendant of that unlucky Xiboske guy? In a minor Level Two Civilization, what kind of trouble could you encounter?"

"It's indeed tricky," Irok said, "Your disciple's teacher has provoked a young man with quite an extraordinary background, and he is now determined to target him."

"Oh? How extraordinary?"

"He can mobilize the Level Five warship fleet of the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire."

The person in the holographic projection clearly showed some change in emotion, "Is he a descendant of that Kabu guy?"

"Your disciple isn't sure," Irok said, "Master, this disciple has never asked you for anything; this time, I hope you can save Bernard."

"You, you're always weighed down by too much," that person sighed, "It was the same before. If you had put all your energy into cultivating, how could you only have your current level of achievement? I don't want to deal with this matter! If Kabutz knew I was bullying his younger generation, I wouldn't know how to handle him."

"Teacher!" Irok even kneeled down, "Please help me this time; from now on, I'll completely let go of this past and focus solely on training with you at the Cosmic Empire's dojo!"

"Are you serious?"

"I promise!" Irok said earnestly.

"Alright, then I'll help you this time." Irok was indeed a student he liked very much; if this could make him dedicate his whole heart to martial arts, it was a worthwhile trade.

"Hey, are you two done talking?" Zhang Menglong said impatiently.

"Young man, are you a descendant of Kabu?" The image of the person in the hologram zoomed in, and Zhang Menglong finally saw the figure clearly.

"Hahaha, Luwenwei?" Zhang Menglong was professional, generally not laughing unless he couldn't help it. Irok's teacher had a face like a baboon, very much resembling a certain well-known esports anchor!

"Luwenwei?" The baboon-faced person searched through his memory for this name but found no matching information. Could it be another prominent figure of a Level Five Civilization?

"Young man, I am the master of the Slone Cosmic Empire; if you're a descendant of Kabutz, you should have heard of me."

"Sorry, never heard of it." Zhang Menglong shook his head, "Are you pleading for him?"

Kabutz was momentarily stunned; logically speaking, someone who could mobilize the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire's fleet should be either a relative or a confidant of the empire's master.

Of course, there's another possibility, that Zhang Menglong is a descendant of a core figure from another Level Five Civilization, visiting the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire for fun or other matters, and the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire specially dispatched a fleet to protect him.

Regardless of the scenario, Zhang Menglong's identity was not ordinary.

"Yes, kid, I know your elders; let him go for my sake."

"Do you know Zhang Kai?"

"Zhang Kai?" The baboon face shook his head.

"Don't know? Then what the hell are you talking about," Zhang Menglong said, "Stay out of handsome guy's affairs; I don't bully wild animals."

Hearing this, Yimor panicked. From his perspective, the person in this holographic image was a master of a Level Five Civilization, equivalent to their Twin Whales Cosmic Empire's master!

Though Zhang Menglong was a five-star account holder, if the other party got mad, they with their fleet wouldn't be able to protect Zhang Menglong!

"You're being too rude!" The baboon face was well aware that his appearance was very similar to the early intelligent beings of many civilizations, but no one had ever dared to call him "animal" to his face!

"Just for that remark, I have to teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!"

"He's provoked!" Zhang Menglong pointed at the baboon face, fearlessly saying, "If you have the guts, jump out and hit me!"