I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Hahaha!"

"I just knew it, how could Mr. Zhang possibly need to resort to such methods to create hype?"

"Exactly, this is just a basic operation of our ancient Huaxia culture!"

"A mere hunting spear, how does it become the Spear of Eternity once it enters the culture of Western mythology?"

"Mass-produced common ware, and yet they treat it as a treasure from legends, hahaha, I thought it was something incredibly powerful!"

"The most amusing part is that they think it's a national treasure, still made by our old Huaxia ancestors, oh, the irony."

The Huaxia scholars and reporters who had just been mocked immediately launched their counterattack.

The data analysis is right before your eyes, a counterfeit made with modern craft? If you're so skilled, try melting this special metal and then reshaping it. You don't believe it, do you?

"As far as I know, this metal was excavated by my ancestors from a meteorite crater long ago, and there's no second piece like it to be found in the world. Moreover, apart from my ancestor's techniques, I think no current technology in the world can melt and reshape it."

This wasn't a lie, although humans can now produce temperatures of a trillion degrees, such high temperatures cannot be maintained for long, and capturing a momentary instance is already a significant breakthrough.

Even if it were possible to maintain, the energy consumed every second is terrifyingly enormous, simply not something humans can endure.

But relying on these seemingly unimpressive big guys, how could the humans of that time have had the wisdom to create an environment with temperatures high enough to melt metal?

"Oh, by the way, it's not just this so-called Spear of Eternity," Zhang Menglong rummaged through the metal smelting chamber and brought out one item after another.

"This one is your so-called 'Fur of the Grim Reaper Anubis'!"

"And this is the 'Scepter of Holy Light'."

"This is the Eye of Horus, which was actually just a mask used by the noble class at the time to cover their faces, not as mystical as you claim."

"Trident of Poseidon, are you going to tell me this belonged to Poseidon too?"

Zhang Menglong dropped weapon after weapon on the ground, all the Divine Weapons mentioned in Western myths could be found here, and not just one of each.

And what truly caused despair was that each item bore a mark.

"Made in Huaxia!"

Their minds were blown!

At this moment, a terrifying thought emerged in their minds.

The relic was indeed almost 6000 years old, and the "Made in Huaxia" inscription was also from over 6000 years ago, but words that appeared just a thousand or two thousand years ago could easily vanish in the river of time.

Huaxia had seen countless dynasties, and had developed into the present-day Huaxia. Could it be that there was an invisible hand behind the scenes, steering the course of history?

To put it plainly, was there a person or an organization that wanted Huaxia to continue to this day, so subtly influencing the tide of history, ensuring Huaxia's standing at the pinnacle of the world? All of this, as if foretold by someone five or six thousand years ago, was already in the future they envisioned?

If it was really so, the Zhang Family was truly terrifying.

He could make a phrase from over five thousand years ago last until now, even resonating globally; does that also mean that over the millennia, if he wanted anything to disappear, he could easily make it so?

"Although I don't care about these things, after all, if I wanted more of them, I could have as many as I wanted. But after all, these are our Huaxia's possessions; just take some pictures and admire them when you go back," said Zhang Menglong.

"Oh, by the way, please revise those so-called Western legends of yours. Those weapons were created by our Huaxia. Adaptation isn't fabrication, storytelling isn't nonsense-talking. I'm giving you one month, and if I don't see those legendary tales corrected, heads will roll!"

"What does 'heads will roll' mean?" Reporters and scholars looked at each other, bewildered.

One thing they all realized was that this civilization was indeed magnificent; they had mastered technologies that left modern people in awe and had even slapped them in the face with this revelation.

"Everyone, please continue inside!" Zhang Menglong continued to lead the way ahead.

He stopped in front of an ancient door which seemed like a very sacred place. The two stone doors were bigger than any other they had seen along the way, and not only that, there were inscriptions of an ancient city's script on them, accompanied by murals and annotations on the sides.

"These are the three totems!"

On the wall, the three totems were arrayed in order of purple, red, and gold.

"This purple represents the supreme deities, red represents the envoys of the deities, and gold represents the deities' servants," Montague translated the text above, albeit begrudgingly.

"Besides these, there are many other clan emblems that have evolved from these three totems," The scholars examined the totems closely, which were assigned to a fourth level.

"These represent the totems of slaves," said Montague, symbols of a rank even lower than that of servants.

"Look, this is the Skoda civilization's totem!" An observant scholar found a familiar symbol among the hundreds of totems. He had studied the Skoda civilization and recognized the symbol that had been found at one of their altars!

Montague's face turned white in an instant. He had just said that these represented slaves, a rank even lower than servants, and now, he found the emblem of his own esteemed civilization among these ignominious ranks!

No matter if this civilization was truly established by the ancestors of Zhang Menglong or not, one fact had become clear—that the Skoda civilization really was the lowest of the servants to these city masters!

At that moment, Montague broke down, his hands hanging limply, his eyes devoid of spirit, as if he had lost his soul.

"Why don't we go in and have a look," suggested Zhang Menglong, slapping a protrusion by the door. With a shudder, the two doors opened, revealing a huge space that could rival a stadium meant for tens of thousands of people.

Inside this space was an arrangement of countless seats, and in the center stood a gigantic statue that appeared to be made of the same black super metal!

"Is that the statue of the city master?"

"It must be. Judging from the inscriptions outside, the city master was venerated as a deity. Only he would have the right to have a statue erected and worshiped!"

The spotlight beams illuminated the statue standing 50 meters tall, almost extending from the very bottom to the top of the castle. Ultraman was probably only about this height.

The moment they saw the face of the statue, the air around them seemed to solidify.

All eyes involuntarily turned towards Zhang Menglong, whose face bore an almost identical resemblance to the master of the statue!

"Look at the ring on his hand!" someone pointed out, referring to the statue's finger.

Indeed, on Zhang Menglong's finger was a ring identical to the one on the statue. It was the ring that had been passed down through generations of the Zhang Family, symbolizing the highest status of the dean of the Super God Academy!

"Sorry about that. Our Zhang Family genes are quite strong. I do look quite similar to my ancestors, don't I?"

This wasn't just a resemblance; they were practically clones!

Weren't these pieces of evidence enough to prove that Zhang Menglong was a descendant of the city master?

Zhang Menglong struck the same pose as the statue, "Friends, do I need to present anything else to prove my lineage?"