I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Chapter 1144 - 1138: Let Me Chant the Great Compassion Mantra for You

"Impossible!" The Prince’s state could no longer be described as just shocked. Zhang Menglong awakening all the Sword Spirits was already astonishing, but now pulling out this Divine Sword in front of everyone, he’s witnessed things he thought he’d never see in his lifetime within just a few minutes today.

"This kid, really isn’t an ordinary person!" Feng Yun saw Zhang Menglong pull out the Divine Sword and his expression turned solemn.

If Zhang Menglong had only awakened all the Sword Spirits, Feng Yun would still celebrate his achievement, as the Cang Lan Sword Sect would gain another unparalleled talent. With the Prince who possesses an Innate Holy Body and this enigmatic Zhang Menglong, the Cang Lan Sword Sect would definitely enter its most prosperous era.

However, being able to pull out this Divine Sword changes everything. Although this sword seemed ownerless, it was only because no one could pull it out.

Yet the Cang Lan Sword Sect had already claimed it as their own, and now an outsider pulls it out—how many people would covet it, even if this person joined the Cang Lan Sword Sect?

In short, it’s still that ancient saying: "A common man is innocent, holding a treasure makes him guilty!"

At this moment, Zhang Menglong did not leave the test site, instead he stood there with his eyes closed. Because at the moment he pulled up the Divine Sword, the supreme will within it had awakened, placing Zhang Menglong in a mystical space, cut off from external perception.

"Hahaha, to think that someone could actually pass the test I left behind—it turned out to be a young Martial Artist of the Eighth Grade, and unrelated by blood, truly unbelievable!" A voice echoed in the space created by the Divine Sword’s will.

"Uh... Well, if you want us to be related, I could recognize you as my father," Zhang Menglong retorted.

"I’m old enough to be your ancestor," The voice didn’t grasp Zhang Menglong’s humor, "Kneel!"

"Kneel? Why should I kneel?" Zhang Menglong was taken aback.

"You’ve pulled out my sword, thus you are my inheritor. Naturally, you must bow to me as your master!"

"You’re the Sword God?" Zhang Menglong thought this will was the Sword Spirit of the Divine Sword, but it turned out to be the lingering will of the Sword God.

"Indeed," as the voice faded, a white-robed figure appeared before Zhang Menglong. His body was ethereal, but Zhang Menglong could feel an indescribable aura from him, as if right before him was a sword—one that pierces the heavens and earth.

The white-robed figure’s appearance was handsome, coupled with this extraordinary aura, it indeed gave a sense of an Immortal.

"To pull out the Divine Sword, one needs the strength 300 times that of a Martial Artist of the same level. I never thought anyone could achieve it; you’ve given me a great surprise. You are qualified to receive my legacy!"

"You never expected anyone could achieve it, yet set the requirement so high?" Zhang Menglong was speechless. The Sword God seemed a bit problematic, if he didn’t want to leave a legacy, he could’ve just said so instead of offering false hope. The people of Cang Lan Sword Sect have been chasing this carrot for tens of thousands of years?

"Only those filled with the unknown can achieve the unknown." The Sword God suddenly uttered a very profound statement, "Things I can’t do, only those more exceptional than I can achieve!"

"Quickly kneel, my time is running out. Before long, my will may completely dissipate," the Sword God urged.

"What can you offer?" Zhang Menglong inquired.

"Unmatched Divine Weaponry, unparalleled Cultivation Technique, and supreme Martial Arts Techniques!" The Sword God was clearly confident about his legacy.

"This sword is named Black Divine, forged by an Artifact Refiner I invited using my lifetime’s collection. Its grade has reached the Great Grade!"

The Sword God glanced at Zhang Menglong’s expression, expecting that upon hearing its Great Grade, Zhang Menglong would be astonished, given that even Heavenly Grade spiritual weapons were considered rare on the Haotian Continent, let alone Cosmic Level Divine Weapons.

Yet Zhang Menglong’s expression showed no fluctuation, he even seemed amused. This exceeded his breadth of knowledge!

"Anything else?"

"Overwhelm Intent Sword Technique, a Great Grade Cultivation Technique! It can help you open up 3600 Spirit Veins, making your cultivation speed and Mystic Qi exceed ordinary people many times!"

"Only Great Grade?"

The Sword God suddenly felt something was off, what did "only Great Grade" mean? Countless people craved Great Grade Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts Techniques, yet this boy showed such disappointment—is it that the Sword God couldn’t wield his sword anymore or was Zhang Menglong too skillful?

Suppressing the urge to strike Zhang Menglong down, the Sword God continued, "I have 3 Great Grade Martial Arts Techniques, 16 Cosmic Level and Void Level Techniques to pass down to you."

"If this is all you offer, then I think you might as well not show your face. To make me kneel and acknowledge you as master, you might not be worthy."

"What did you say?" The Sword God’s expression finally shifted, as a celebrated God-breaking Third Realm supreme warrior offering this chance refused?

Countless people cried and begged to inherit his mantle, yet the young man before him claimed he was unworthy?

"Your offerings are nothing to me!" Zhang Menglong laughed.

"Heaven and Earth Domineering Qi Art!"

Zhang Menglong’s Dantian split into two, then into four, spreading across this world, as if the entire world became his Dantian—these Dantians cycled eternally.

Spirit Veins? They are merely Spirit Veins!

But Zhang Menglong’s heaven-contained Dantian resembled massive pumps, in number exceeding 3600! With his current ability, he could divide into hundreds of thousands of heaven-contained Dantian, his cultivation speed far beyond tenfold!

The reason Zhang Menglong was still only at the True Martial Eighth Grade was due to his laziness, practicing sporadically, mostly spent playing.

If he were his first ancestor, wielding everything personally, he would have been a force to reckon with in High-Grade worlds by his age.

"You... Fabled-grade cultivation technique?" The Sword God felt his worldview crumble. Such techniques, even among Fabled-grade, were supreme! This was true supremacy!

"Beyond Intent Freedom!"

Zhang Menglong’s eyes instantly turned white, surrounded by a white flame, his aura seemingly too grand for this world, transcending realms!

"Is this martial arts beyond the Fabled-grade?"

The Sword God smiled wryly, proud of his cultivation techniques and martial arts all his life—seeking a suitable successor, he found this person with even superior martial arts. What use is his legacy!

Zhang Menglong was right, he was truly unworthy of Zhang Menglong’s kneeling!

"Seeing my cultivation techniques and martial arts are better, perhaps you could kneel to me?" Zhang Menglong proposed.

"You!"

"Hahahahahahaha..."

The Sword God suddenly laughed towards the sky, initially finding an extraordinary inheritor, yet ended up with someone requiring him to bow—it felt utterly stifled.

"This is no longer my era, a relic of the past should simply fade away!"

With that laughter, the last trace of the Sword God’s will slowly dissipated.

"Oh man, even a dead person can be angered to vanish," Zhang Menglong shook his head, "Forget it, since you are a senior, let me chant the Great Compassion Mantra for your peace!"

"Namah samanta vajranam chanda maharoshana sphotaya hum traka hum..."