I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1582 - 1586: Salute at the Hour

The news of the Evil God about to break the seal and escape loomed over everyone's hearts like a cloud of sorrow, except for Zhang Menglong, who seemed relaxed and carefree.

Whenever he had nothing to do, he would either go back to Earth through the Super God Academy to check on his wife and kids or whimsically guide Drake's magical training.

After a while of contact, Drake practically became Zhang Menglong's number one fan. He learned more from Zhang Menglong than he had in the past.

After several months, Zhang Menglong had gathered all the materials he had requested. Although it cost the entire Dark Magicians' Association dearly to obtain them, compared to the threat posed by the Evil God, these costs seemed insignificant.

Now, the most important thing was to prevent the revival of the Evil God.

"From today onwards, do not disturb me," Zhang Menglong declared as he took the materials and dashed into a factory prepared just for him, ready to engage in round-the-clock research.

No one knew what Zhang Menglong was doing inside, but from the intermittent magical fluctuations and crackling explosion sounds emanating from the factory, it wasn't hard to guess that Zhang Menglong seemed to be preparing some kind of weapon.

"Can he really do it?" Rubis still had his doubts.

Even though Zhang Menglong displayed an endless stream of aces, could someone of his age and life level really deal with the Evil God? This question still left Rubis skeptical.

"Father, I think we should trust Brother Zhang," Drake said, "Brother Zhang is the most remarkable person I've ever met. Just think, he set up a Level Six Spirit Gathering Array in just a few hours and created a barrier in mere minutes that could even trap a mid-level Great Magician."

"And now, he's been inside for so many days. What kind of surprise do you think he will bring us?"

"When you put it that way, there might be some sense to it. Now, we can only rely on him entirely."

A week later, Zhang Menglong finally emerged from the factory.

Once the dark magicians caught wind of the news, they flocked to the factory in droves, wanting to see what world-shaking weapon Zhang Menglong had actually crafted.

But when Zhang Menglong revealed his creation, everyone was dumbfounded.

Zhang Menglong had crafted a batch of small, square boxes that resembled metal crates. The material used for these boxes was a rare metallic material, commonly used for creating Dao-level weapons. Acquiring these materials had cost them a fortune.

The small boxes were wrapped in colorful packaging, giving off an air of celebration, with bold letters on them—Boom Thunder.

Apart from these small boxes, there was something that looked like a metal rod, wrapped in similarly festive packaging, with the words "Two Kicks" on it.

Among these items, only the metal rods seemed somewhat weapon-like.

After fiddling for days inside, was this all he came up with, these unremarkable things?

"Brother Zhang, what are these things?"

"Fireworks!"

"Fireworks?"

"What? These things are just fireworks?"

All the dark magicians stared in disbelief.

After researching inside for so long, all he produced was a pile of fireworks?

In monetary terms alone, the value of this batch of materials had to be measured in Tianyuan's unit of "jing." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Brother Zhang, what are you even implying? I don't understand."

"Think about it, the Evil God has been trapped for so long, and now that he might finally break the seal, he's got to be ecstatic, right?"

Drake nodded, "Are we supposed to celebrate his release with fireworks?"

Zhang Menglong's theory left Drake in fits of laughter; this was definitely the strategy of a true fool. Here he was, ready to destroy the Dark Magician Association, to obliterate the entire Main World, and you wanted to welcome him?

"Exactly," Zhang Menglong said, "When he notices these fireworks, his attention will be distracted, and then we can seize the opportunity to launch a surprise attack!"

"Unreal, we've brought in a fool."

"He thinks the Evil God's a fool?"

"Is he the Magicians' Association's spy?"

Zhang Menglong's actions had many dark magicians cursing him profusely.

Even if there was such a scheme, how could fireworks cost so much money?

"All right, everyone, make way, I need to paint now!" Zhang Menglong pulled out a barrel of paint and a brush, though these paint buckets exuded a powerful magical aura.

"You... you made paint out of magical materials? That's a complete waste of resources!"

"Are you toying with us?"

Some dark magicians, already hot-tempered, immediately raised their wands at Zhang Menglong.

"Do you trust me? If so, give me space; if not, I'm leaving," Zhang Menglong remained remarkably calm despite the people's aggression.

"Father..." At this moment, Drake had no idea how to defend Zhang Menglong.

"Trust him!" Surprisingly, Rubis chose to place his faith in Zhang Menglong at this moment. "Mr. Zhang is not an ordinary person; his thoughts might be beyond our understanding. Let's just wait for the final result."

"Madness! Everyone's gone mad!"

"Then when he comes out, we'll all die together!"

Even with Rubis's backing, it did little to sway the others. While they no longer harassed Zhang Menglong, they continued to watch him with icy glances.

Zhang Menglong grabbed the paint bucket and began to paint on the ground. No one noticed that as he painted, he made subtle adjustments to the patterns.

Another week passed, and the huge formation had somehow transformed into a massive meme, leaving the dark magicians on the brink of collapse.

Choosing to believe? Why did it feel like Zhang Menglong was toying with them?

"Next, everyone just go back and wait!" Zhang Menglong tossed the brush aside and walked away from the area.

As the days went by, Zhang Menglong continued his routine of eating, drinking, and enjoying life. During this time, he completed the refinement of Eino's magic crystals, using their massive energy to boost his life level to the Level Four Perfect Being!

The Dark Magicians' Association continued to dispatch people daily to monitor the Sealed Land, still hopeful that Zhang Menglong had some ingenious trick up his sleeve that might lead to something miraculous happening during this time.

But to their disappointment, nothing extraordinary occurred, except for the cracks on the statue growing larger by the day.

...

"Later, those chosen kids had an incredibly fierce battle with Frieza on Planet Namek, even shattering Hades, the King of the Underworld's, Holy Robe. With Luffy and others' help, they finally won the World Cup."

"Brother Zhang, your story is simply incredible," Drake exclaimed, having never heard a story so thrilling before.

"If you like it, next time, I'll tell you about the story of Gray Wolf and Snow White."

Just as Drake was wrapped in excitement, a dark magician entered their room.

"Young President, there's trouble," the dark magician said with a serious expression. "The power of the Evil God is getting out of control, and it's very likely the seal will break soon!"