I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property
Chapter 905 - 903: I’ve Beaten Them All Up

Chapter 905: Chapter 903: I’ve Beaten Them All Up

"What is he doing?" The thugs and others watched Zhang Menglong as he used the Soul Seal.

"I don’t know," said Saija, the most knowledgeable among them, who had never seen such a scene before. "I sense a very powerful Soul Power; this might be an extremely powerful martial arts technique."

"How many secrets does the Ritian Sect have?" Saija muttered to himself.

Such a powerful Alchemist, an endless array of martial arts secrets, and technical talents that even the Light of the Universe’s team cannot match—it’s unbelievable they’ve never heard of such an organization.

Having completed the Soul Seal, Zhang Menglong smiled with satisfaction. The 20 million Cosmic Coins didn’t particularly excite him, as it barely made a dent in his vast balance.

But what truly thrilled him were the more than 100 thugs he could use for free for 1,000 years. And as a slave trader, Zidi’s number of slaves was countless. Wasn’t Zidi’s now his, Zhang Menglong’s?

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for your help today," Zhang Menglong thanked them again. "The things my friend promised you will definitely be delivered. Just remember to leave a delivery address in the group."

Having received Zhang Menglong’s promise, the advanced life forms smiled broadly, not regretting putting their tasks aside to lower themselves and serve a mere Level Four Life Form.

"Mr. Wang, you are too kind. It’s only natural for us to step in when we see an injustice."

"That’s right, we’re good friends with the master; it’s a trivial matter not worth mentioning."

"We’re not doing it for the rewards; we simply like to address these unfair situations. By the way, Mr. Wang, could you send me a Shinfeng Express? They have the fastest delivery speed."

"Now that the matter is resolved, we’ll be taking our leave!"

"Safe travels, everyone!" Zhang Menglong watched them leave, and the auction hall quickly returned to silence.

"Big brother, you’re truly amazing!" Ganei looked at Zhang Menglong with eyes full of admiration. These once high-status individuals now respected him and even obeyed him, something not even level nine life forms could necessarily command.

"Makabaka," Zhang Menglong waved him over, "This is my Soul Seal mark. From now on, these people are yours to manage. I’ll teach you how to use it when I get a chance. If they don’t obey, don’t hesitate, just kill them!"

"Yes!" Makabaka was unconditionally obedient to Zhang Menglong’s orders. As for killing? Having been just a tool in the past, he was long desensitized to it.

"You all introduce yourselves," Zhang Menglong said to the slaves marked with the Soul Seal.

"Mr. Wang, I am Zidi. I..."

"Smack!" Zhang Menglong slapped him on the head.

Zidi’s eyes flashed with humiliation and he wanted to retaliate, but he suddenly realized that ever since he had left his Soul Mark under that mysterious seal, his life and death were now controlled by Zhang Menglong.

As soon as he had any negative thoughts, it felt as though a power was tearing his Soul apart. Thinking of this, he could only silently endure.

"Is Mr. Wang someone you can call by name? One is my student, and one is the Left Protector of my Ritian Sect," Zhang Menglong sneered, "Who do you think you are? From now, for the next 1,000 years, you are all my slaves, so you should call me Master!"

"Yes, Master!" more than a hundred people said in unison.

"Smack!" Zhang Menglong slapped Zidi’s head again, "I’ve suddenly changed my mind. ’Master’ makes me sound like a feudal lord. I am an honorable party member; I must have a high political consciousness. Slavery is not coming through, you should call me Boss instead. It makes me sound more grounded."

Zidi was almost in tears, feeling like he had fallen into the clutches of a devil. "Yes! Boss!"

"Big brother, should we continue the live broadcast?" Ganei asked timidly. These people had already been subdued, and there didn’t seem to be much of a selling point left. The live stream seemed to have also cooled down.

"Yes, of course, keep broadcasting!" Zhang Menglong said, "Does anyone want to see level eight life forms doing flower hand movements? Press 1 for flower hand movements, press 2 for kneeling and singing ’Conquest’, press 3 for social shaking, and press eyeball for pole dancing!"

"Flower hands? Conquest? Social shaking? What are these things?"

"They sound interesting; I’ve never heard of such interesting things before."

"1111!"

"3333!"

"Boss, we don’t know how to do these..." Zidi and the others looked troubled.

"No worries, I’ll teach you!" Zhang Menglong had Gou Dan send the materials to their Artificial Intelligences.

"Just like this, conquered by you, all paths of retreat cut off..."

...

"What is this music? It’s so good!"

"This dance looks strange, but it has such a rhythm!"

"Yeah, my hands can’t help but want to sway."

"Is this social shaking? It seems amazing."

...

"Alright, today’s stream is over, the host is signing off. Remember to follow our Ritian Sect members’ live rooms more in the future. Love you all!"

With the audience still eagerly wanting more, Zhang Menglong closed the live room.

"Ganei, how much did we earn?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"Big brother, we’ve hit it big! Ticket revenue was 52.7 million stars, and gifts were close to 20 million stars!" Ganei excitedly said. He had never seen so much money in his life.

"It’s just how much money?" Zhang Menglong said, exasperated by their limited vision. "Think bigger. Following me, soon this money will just be petty cash."

"You each keep 10 million stars!" Zhang Menglong told Ganei and Makabaka. "This counts as today’s Ritian Sect dividend, buy whatever you want, saving money would be disrespecting me."

"Each gets 10 million stars?" The slaves instantly shed tears of envy. They had been robbed and only managed to gather 20 million stars amongst themselves, while Zhang Menglong casually handed his subordinates this much money. What the heck?

"Is everything resolved?" At this moment, Ariya appeared once again out of nowhere.

"Auntie Grandmother?" Zhang Menglong wasn’t sure how to address Zhang Kai’s ancestor’s woman. "It’s all solved."

Ariya’s fingers gently brushed Zhang Menglong’s face. "You not only look exactly like him, but you also shine as brightly as he did."

"Heck, what kind of potion did my ancestor give her?" Zhang Menglong wondered at Ariya’s starstruck demeanor. The fact that Zhang Kai was a playboy wasn’t exactly a secret, and Ariya herself knew he had countless women.

What’d she see in him? Washed nothing? His hairy legs? Or was he just that charming?

"The auction will continue tomorrow, you can stay and play for a few more days and return when it’s over," Ariya continued. "Also, no matter what happens in the future, if you can’t handle it, you can come to me for help anytime."

When she said this, Ariya radiated a powerful confidence, "No matter if it’s the Universal Alliance or the Cosmic Dojo, even if you manage to provoke their founders, you don’t need to fear."

"Auntie Grandmother, I heard you had a big fight with other Level Nine life forms back in the day. How did it turn out?" Zhang Menglong asked curiously.

"Hehehe, my life form level and power were all improved by Zhang Kai, what I’ve learned far surpasses this universe. How could those pitiful creatures possibly defeat me?"

"Those few wastes, each and every one, I’ve beaten them all up!"