I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1217 - 1211: Your Body Is Far Too Weak

As the leader of the Holy Church of Shadow, An Jiu has slyly seized countless amounts of Bloodline Power. Except for some extremely rare Divine Bodies, he managed to acquire the blood from most of the Divine Bodies.

However, the power contained in no Divine Body could compare to the strength emanating from Zhang Menglong’s ulcerous blood.

Even compared to those Divine Bodies, Zhang Menglong’s Bloodline is so drastically different from theirs, as the difference between his body and an ordinary person’s would be vast. This made the genes in him almost boil. To An Jiu, powerful Bloodline Power held an almost hypnotic magic.

Although this blood, from an oral ulcer, looked somewhat disgusting, it was Bloodline Power that surpassed a Divine Body. If he could refine it, perhaps he could possess such a physique too, and it might be that Zhang Menglong’s ability to enter the Life Forbidden Zone was closely related to this Bloodline!

Thinking this, he directly inserted the cotton swab into his mouth and began to chew it like a delicacy.

"Ugh!" This scene almost made Zhang Menglong retch; even he, a misfit, found this behavior somewhat perverse.

Zhang Menglong’s actions left everyone puzzled. To fight against the Holy Church of Shadow, the young Divine Body holders were always accompanied by protection whenever they went out, to prevent their Bloodline Power from being stolen.

But the Holy Church of Shadow was like a stubborn plaster you couldn’t shake off. You might defend once or twice but couldn’t do so for a lifetime. Yet they would still do their utmost because they knew this Bloodline Power would make the disgusting organization increasingly powerful.

However, Zhang Menglong faced this situation by choosing a non-resistance approach, even handing over his precious blood, wasn’t this just giving away for free?

Zhang Menglong’s strength was evident to everyone. He could single-handedly defeat dozens of other Divine Body holders of the same level. If An Jiu consumed Zhang Menglong’s Bloodline Power, who could tell to what extent he would become powerful? Perhaps nobody on the Haotian Continent could stop him?

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"This blood... is simply delicious!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

This ability of An Jiu to refine Bloodline is not purely technological, but an innate Gift. He is also a special Divine Body holder!

Such a Divine Body doesn’t possess powerful abilities but has a kind of infinite possibility: it can continuously devour the abilities in other creatures’ genes, replicating those powers into its own body with just a drop of blood.

Later, he encountered a person who knew the Cloud Armor Technique, or in other words, a scientist in this world. Both were fanatics, one wanting to become the greatest life-form in this world, the other harboring ambitions to dominate the entire Haotian Continent. They hit it off and founded the organization, the Holy Church of Shadow.

They extracted An Jiu’s genes, conducting numerous experiments. Countless people died, and finally, they created a batch of these remodeled human warriors, their power indisputable.

An Jiu licked his lips. This Bloodline Power was acquired way too easily; he even speculated whether Zhang Menglong was plotting something sinister.

But he didn’t feel anything amiss, had already begun to strip apart the enormous DNA chain.

"No!" Suddenly, a wave of severe pain emanated from An Jiu’s body, as if his entire being were under some sort of assault.

"This..." He immediately checked inside his body, and the length of the DNA chain stripped from Zhang Menglong was unexpectedly hundreds of times more complex and vast than the genes that had devoured countless Divine Bodies and Demon Beast Bloodlines on him!

The genes on An Jiu’s body are extraordinarily unique, with numerous outward-extending chain segments, typically serving no purpose. However, once he devours excellent genes from other lives, these fragments get stored on those chains.

Now, Zhang Menglong’s segments grafted onto them, and because of the complexity and vastness, they directly caused the collapse of An Jiu’s genes!

To draw an analogy, An Jiu’s genes are like a train, and others’ genes are like goods loaded onto the train cars.

Now, one of the cars suddenly got loaded with something hundreds of times beyond its carrying capacity, inevitably crippling the train, and now An Jiu’s genes are in this state.

"Look, there seems to be something wrong with An Jiu."

"What’s happening to his body? Could it be the blood from that young man has issues?"

"Serves him right! Back then, to obtain the Bloodline of our previous Divine Body holder, they killed hundreds of us, causing our Sect to hang its head in shame for hundreds of years throughout Haotian Continent."

"Isn’t it so? Does he get his comeuppance today?"

"Hey, what’s the matter with you?" Zhang Menglong asked.

Of course, he knew what was happening with An Jiu.

After undergoing transformation at the Super God Academy, Zhang Menglong had long become one of the most perfect beings in this world, his vast and complex genes unmatched even in the High-Grade world.

How could An Jiu’s body bear such powerful genes of his?

Forced devourment could only end in one way: genetic collapse.

"Have you been overindulging recently, feeling a bit weak, just can’t handle this little bit of blood for supplementation?" Zhang Menglong laughed.

"You... what exactly are you?" An Jiu spoke hoarsely, his pale face already showing a strange hint of redness, a sign of the massive death of cells within him.

"Clearly, something beyond your comprehension," Zhang Menglong shrugged. "How does my blood taste, splendid isn’t it?"

An Jiu suppressed the urge to curse, desperately trying to sever the link between his genes and those of Zhang Menglong.

Earlier, he was too hasty, not even probing the compatibility of those genes with his own, resulting in about a third of his genes having completely collapsed.

Thankfully, as a warrior at the Peak God-breaking level, he had immense Life Force and regenerative capacity; otherwise, An Jiu’s only outcome would have been total body collapse and death.

Yet even so, his aura had greatly diminished, barely half of what it was.

However, there appeared an odd smile on An Jiu’s face, "Your body is truly fascinating. I really want to take you back for study. That madman would be very satisfied with your body!"

An Jiu looked around, seeing Zhang Menglong’s followers from the Sun Heaven Sect fiercely battling those of the Holy Church of Shadow. The outcome wouldn’t be decided any time soon, nor could they spare the effort to assist him, seemingly leaving Zhang Menglong in an isolated plight.

"Will you come yourself, or shall I take you?" At An Jiu’s command, his remaining men immediately surrounded Zhang Menglong.

"Do you think you have the ability to take me?" Zhang Menglong lightly said.

"Why, do you think they would still step forth to aid you?" An Jiu glanced around at those top powers of Haotian Continent.

Usually arrogant and strong, they almost turned into obedient little babies in front of the Holy Church of Shadow.

Even someone as brilliant as the Nine Swords Venerable was held back; what could they do? Besides, they bore no kinship, perhaps even harbored enmity with Zhang Menglong.

Moreover, compared to their lives and their Sect’s heritage, what does Martial Crystal mean?

"No, no, no, I wasn’t referring to them," Zhang Menglong shook his head, "Haven’t you realized you’re already surrounded?"

"What did you say?" An Jiu’s face changed because at that moment, he sensed a deadly threat...