I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"President Liu, I have already had the money transferred to your account,"

Liu Wenyu immediately had someone check the family's bank account.

"10 billion US dollars?" Liu Wenyu's hand almost couldn't hold the phone. Hadn't they just agreed on one billion US dollars a year? What did this 10 billion US dollars mean?

"Oh, transferring the money year by year seemed troublesome, so I just paid it all at once. That should be enough, right?" Zhang Menglong said with a smile.

"Enough! Of course, it's enough!" Liu Wenyu's face was all smiles.

This Liu Yunyi was merely a cripple who couldn't practice Ancient Martial Arts. Given the lifespan of an ordinary person, it would be a miracle if he lived to 100 years.

Moreover, having the money transferred all at once in advance allowed the Liu family to do many things!

"Yunyi, from now on, you will follow Mr. Zhang. From this moment, although you are still a descendant of the Liu family, everything should prioritize Mr. Zhang's Ritian Sect. Understand?"

"Grandfather, I understand," Liu Yunyi replied, as if he had completely resigned himself to his fate.

"Yunyi, this is Chen Bingyu. She joined our Ritian Sect a month before you. From now on, you should address her as senior sister,"

Liu Yunyi glanced at the smiling Zhang Menglong, then walked from the Liu family crowd to sit beside Zhang Menglong and Chen Bingyu.

"Are you very reluctant?" Chen Bingyu asked with a smile as she looked at Liu Yunyi.

Liu Yunyi remained silent. Of course, he was reluctant - a thousand, ten thousand times reluctant.

"Hehehe," Chen Bingyu let out a string of silvery laughter, "You will soon change your mind."

Liu Yunyi was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chen Bingyu with a puzzled expression.

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"Mr. Zhang's capabilities are far greater than what you see, and being favored by him is your good fortune," Chen Bingyu said. "From today, your life will be completely different from before."

"Senior sister, is Mr. Zhang really that amazing?" Liu Yunyi asked, his skepticism slightly shaken by Chen Bingyu's confident gaze.

"Your congenital deficiency might seem irreversible to ordinary people, but for Mr. Zhang, it's a simple fix!"

After studying at the Super God Academy for a month, Chen Bingyu had gained a basic understanding of the entire school, and the more she learned, the more she realized how magical and powerful this place was.

In this school, there were even hundreds of teachers from various worlds, each with their own skills. Besides leaving this school, there was almost nothing they couldn't do!

Xiong Ba had promised her that she would reach the Mythical Realm within five years, and that was even being modest! Not to mention anything else, just having a few Array Masters or Alchemy Masters unsealed by the school would enhance their cultivation speed by several times!

"Can it really fix my physical condition?" Hearing these words, Liu Yunyi's breathing grew rapid. It had always been a sore point for him; if it could help him change his constitution, he wouldn't just join this Ritian Sect - he'd be willing to do anything!

"You might not believe it, but just a month ago, I was only a Level Two Martial Artist," Chen Bingyu said. "But after following Mr. Zhang, I am now a Level Four Martial Artist!"

"A month, from a Level Two Martial Artist to a Level Four Martial Artist?" Liu Yunyi's shock was unmistakable.

Although he couldn't cultivate Ancient Martial Arts himself, all his peers were Martial Artists. Having grown up around them, hadn't he seen enough to understand?

While advancing from a Level Two Martial Artist to a Level Four Martial Artist isn't that high of a realm, the transition from a Level Three Martial Artist to a Level Four Martial Artist marks the leap from a Junior Martial Artist to a mature Martial Artist. For an ordinary Martial Artist, just bridging this gap could take two or three years.

A month from a Level Two Martial Artist to a Level Four Martial Artist might be something unprecedented in the entire Ancient Martial Arts World.

In an instant, Liu Yunyi's expression towards Zhang Menglong underwent a significant change. If what Chen Bingyu said was true, then this man was truly too mysterious.

Two hours later, a fairly large island appeared in their view. The island was only less than 3 square kilometers in area, with the highest peak just over 100 meters above sea level, and there were almost no other large islands within ten kilometers.

But today, hundreds of various types of fishing boats and yachts surrounded this usually quiet uninhabited island, and suddenly there were over a thousand people!

Riding a small yacht from the aircraft carrier, Zhang Menglong and his group landed on the island.

"Selling Pan Yun Palm Technique, a Level One martial arts method. Exchange for an equivalent course is also acceptable!"

"Selling a first-grade elixir concocted by Grandmaster Jin from the Mt. Cang Lan Qi Cultivation Sect, can temper a Quasi-Martial Artist's physique with almost no side effects, the best choice for nurturing young clan talents. Only three available, priced at 5 million, with an authentication certificate!"

"The latest creation from Yunfeng Sword Sect's Artifact Refiner, made from deep-sea mysterious iron, incredibly sturdy, reaches the standard of a Level Two weapon. Price negotiable, only one available, with testing proof."

"American-imported sparring machines capable of withstanding punches from Martial Artists below Level Six, providing feedback on various data and offering cultivation tips. Priced at 20 million US Dollars each, better price for bulk orders!"

"Tiancong Sect is recruiting outer sect disciples under 20 years old who have reached at least a Level One Martial Artist. Last year, our sect ranked 9th in the placement battle, with opportunities to become Inner Sect Disciples. Limited to 10 people only!"

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Stepping onto this island, Zhang Menglong initially thought he would encounter that familiar martial arts world aura, but the scene was almost entirely different from what he had imagined.

In this temporarily erected harbor area, there was surprisingly a marketplace where those so-called sects and families had set up stalls, some selling martial arts and mental methods, some offering cultivation resources, others selling weapons, and some recruiting disciples.

"Damn... they even have roll-up banners... Isn't this way too grounded?" Zhang Menglong suddenly recalled the recruitment fairs he attended during his third-year summer vacation at university.

Moreover, he realized that this society's ancient martial arts community was utterly different from those depicted in films and TV shows; aside from their slightly limited information, many things were modernized, including the use of high-tech products to assist in cultivation, which was quite eye-opening.

While hastily put together, the market was well-organized and resembled a corporate exhibition rather than a makeshift setup, evidently showing that the organizers had invested considerable effort and resources.

"Who are the organizers of this event?" Zhang Menglong asked curiously.

"They're from the Ancient Martial Association," the elder named Liu Tong replied.

"There's an association in the Ancient Martial Arts World?"

"Led by the Martial God as its President, each year sects and families ranked in the top nine places send a representative to serve as an association council member, mainly to handle major incidents in the Ancient Martial Arts World."

"I see," Zhang Menglong nodded.

"It's the Ding Family!"

"Those bastards! They even dare to show up?"

"Shh, keep it down. They've already destroyed six major and minor families and sects; don't let them hear you."

"What kind of opportunity did the Ding Family get to suddenly become comparable to the top-tier families and sects?"

"I heard that the Ding Family's Grand Elder has already broken through to the Mythical Realm. I remember seeing him two years ago when he was still just a Grandmaster in the Level Seven Martial Artist."

"Can't we just avoid them if we can't afford to provoke them? Just don't mess with them, and it will be fine."

Following the direction of the voices, a group of about twenty people confidently descended from a luxurious yacht, their expressions haughty, barely acknowledging the surrounding Martial Artists.

The surrounding Martial Artists also hurriedly avoided them; this family was already notorious, and their sudden, mysterious rise had unsettled many other families.

"Damn, it's them!" Zhang Menglong immediately spotted Ding Muyun, the young master of the Ding Family, and Ding Kui, the second elder in the crowd.

Because of the special nature of their family's Inner Cultivation Methods, the Dings had grown accustomed to the odd looks from others, relishing the fear and reverence in people's eyes. This was the confidence that power brought them!

"You scoundrel! Pay back the money!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out near Ding Muyun's ear; Ding Muyun's smile immediately ceased, replaced by a fear as if encountering a demon.

His gaze shifted to Ding Kui, seeing that he returned the same look.

"He... he's here too!"