I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1221 - 1215: The Stronger Your Enemy, the Better
"Only at the Heaven-breaking Realm?" Zhang Menglong glanced at the aura of this old beggar. It’s not that the Heaven-breaking Realm is weak. On this Haotian Continent, Martial Artists of the Heaven-breaking Realm can basically hold elder-level positions in some organizations of average grade.
But for a Martial Artist at the Heaven-breaking Realm to evade his perception and appear by his side, that was somewhat incredible.
[Dean, this person is not ordinary, don’t underestimate him.] Gou Dan reminded.
"What, has this person suppressed their strength?" Zhang Menglong asked.
[That’s not it, he really is just a Martial Artist in the Heaven-breaking Realm, and his realm is very unstable, with a tendency to decline further. It’s estimated that in one or two years, he won’t even have the strength of the Heaven-breaking Realm.]
"That is indeed quite unusual!"
[But Dean, this person’s Soul Realm has already reached the standard of High-grade Life Forms, and his Life Level is also high-grade!]
"What are you saying? He’s a High-grade Life Form? Then why..." A high-grade Life Form in the Heaven-breaking Realm, Zhang Menglong had truly never heard of that before.
[Dean, when any creature becomes a High-grade Life Form, something called a Life Pattern condenses within their body. It is the core of the entire life and power. Once shattered, the Life Level might not decrease, but the realm and lifespan will be significantly affected, and it even might lead to direct death.]
"Are you saying, his Life Pattern was shattered by someone?"
[Most likely, and he should still have a small shard of the Life Pattern on him, or else he would’ve died long ago. He’s probably an unlucky guy who drifted to this Haotian Continent from some High-grade World.]
"Ah, a pitiful guy indeed." Zhang Menglong proactively handed over half of his durian, "Here, have it!"
"Hehe, thank you, little brother!" The old beggar took the half durian, sniffed it at his nose almost to vomit, but upon careful savoring, there was a faint fruity fragrance amidst the stench.
He extended his filthy hand and dug out a large piece, stuffing it into his mouth.
"Delicious! So delicious! I’ve never tasted such delicious shit before!" Despite having tasted all sorts of delicacies in his glorious past, this fragrant yet stinky thing was a first.
"Bro, this stuff isn’t shit, it’s called durian!" Zhang Menglong really didn’t want to be misunderstood as someone eating shit and hurriedly explained to the old beggar.
"Oh, hahahaha, sorry, my mistake. I wondered who could have such a heavy taste not even letting shit go." The old beggar laughed while continuing to savor the durian.
"Is there more? Can you give me another one?"
...
The two of them ate for the whole afternoon, the surrounding area was already littered with durian peels. They lay sprawled on the ground, comfortably belching.
"So satisfying!" They said in unison.
"Kid, what’s your name?"
"Zhang Menglong, also known as Wu Yanzu from Jiangnan, how should I address you, old brother?" Zhang Menglong asked.
"Just call me old beggar, that’s what everyone calls me, a name is just a label anyway."
"Here, take this!" The old beggar suddenly tossed a filthy ring to Zhang Menglong, embedded with a Space Stone. For some reason, there was a crack on the stone, as if it had suffered severe damage.
"What’s this for?" Zhang Menglong was momentarily stunned.
"Can’t just eat your stuff for free. This old beggar doesn’t have anything valuable left, just this. I took a liking to you, so it’s a little fortune I’m passing on!"
"Fortune?" Zhang Menglong glanced at the ring, finding two very ancient scrolls inside, each recorded a Cultivation Technique and a Martial Art, their grade likely exceeding Primordial Level, from the old beggar’s original world.
Such an item on the Haotian Continent would certainly be considered a treasure. Once it became known, a bloodbath might erupt across the Continent, as such occurrences are not uncommon.
"It’s no use to me!" Zhang Menglong directly returned the item to the old beggar, "You better keep it yourself!"
A flash of shock crossed the old beggar’s face.
The very reason his Life Pattern was shattered, making him drift to this medium world, was due to the Cultivation Technique and martial skill within the ring. He could guarantee that even in ordinary High-grade Worlds, few would refuse such things, let alone a small low-grade world.
But Zhang Menglong just looked at it once and tossed it back, which made that proud air in his heart somewhat irrepressible.
"Young man, do you know what this is?"
"Yes, just Cultivation Techniques and martial skills from a High-grade World."
"’Just’?" The old beggar was stunned for a while, "You’re young, yet your tone is rather audacious. Cultivation Techniques from a High-grade World are useless to you?"
Zhang Menglong didn’t explain further and directly operated the "Limitless Scripture" on him, the strongest Cultivation Technique from the world of the Eternal God Emperor. In an instant, wind and clouds surged and the heavens and earth changed color; just circulating it for one small cycle made it difficult for the Laws of this medium world to bear.
"You..." The old beggar’s eyes became even more astonished. As a High-grade Life Form, he naturally felt how terrifying this Cultivation Technique was. Even in a High-grade World, he hadn’t heard of such a powerful Cultivation Technique. It even surpassed the power of their world!
"Alright, let me give you a few Life Fruits, I refuse to believe you can get hold of these too!"
"You mean this?" Zhang Menglong took out a Life Fruit, "This thing is bitter and astringent, what’s so tasty about it? It’s even worse than shit! Oh, I haven’t eaten shit!"
"This..." The old man’s lips trembled continuously; not only could Zhang Menglong obtain such terrifying Cultivation Techniques, he could even get Life Fruits, which made him unreadable.
"I won’t believe it!" He searched frantically on his body and, gritting his teeth, produced a small golden sword, his natal Magical Treasure. What is a Primordial Level Divine Weapon seemed weak in his eyes.
But as he turned towards Zhang Menglong with pride, he suddenly realized that the thing Zhang Menglong used to pick his teeth was actually a Primordial Level Divine Weapon!
At this moment, he was completely dumbfounded.
"Old beggar, what’s the deal with your Life Pattern, was it shattered by someone?" Zhang Menglong abruptly asked, causing the old beggar to freeze in place, realizing Zhang Menglong could see through the problem within his body!
"No need to be so surprised, it’s fate that we’re here eating durian together today. Why don’t I give you a fortune, maybe I can help you find the fragments of your Life Pattern and restore your original realm and power!"
"I’ve got milk tea, do you have a story?" Zhang Menglong offered a cup of milk tea.
"Ah, it’s a story from long ago!" The old man sighed, "It was due to a villain’s trickery that I ended up in this predicament!"
The old beggar was just about to start narrating his story when Zhang Menglong interrupted him.
"Hold your horses!" Zhang Menglong raised his hand, "Let me interject. Is your enemy powerful? If not, then no need to continue, just pretend I didn’t ask!"
Despite finding Zhang Menglong’s question strange, the old beggar still shook his head despondently, "The enemy is beyond powerful. Even if I regain my strength and realm, seeking revenge would be as hard as climbing to the heavens!"
Zhang Menglong’s face exhibited a twisted excitement, "Good, as long as they’re powerful, I’ve got another reason to boast!"
