I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 551 - 549: Armor Integration

"Thump thump thump!"

The next day, while still basking in the sweet dreams of early morning, the door of Zhang Menglong's home was frantically pounded on.

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"What's going on? Demolition time?" Zhang Menglong, still groggy from waking up, made his way to the entrance, only to see that the alloy door of the villa had been dented with several deep fist marks, reminiscent of a scene from "Kung Fu." "Practicing the Tathagata Palm?"

Zhang Menglong opened the door, and Jiang Qiyuan stood at the doorway, her face fraught with worry.

"Where's Wang Ling? Is he alright?"

"I mean, sister, can't you let a person have a good sleep early in the morning? You've almost smashed our door to bits," Zhang Menglong immediately complained, feeling speechless about the door. What did it ever do to you?

"Where's Wang Ling?" Jiang Qiyuan continued to press.

"He's fine," Zhang Menglong shouted, "Wang Ling, Jiang Qiyuan is here looking for you. And later, you need to settle the bill for a new door, alright?"

Wang Ling had only managed to fall asleep around two or three in the morning after the shocks of the previous night. However, after a session of marrow cleansing and physical enhancement, he bounced out of bed quickly upon hearing Jiang Qiyuan's voice.

"Why didn't you tell me about the matter with the Realm Child?" Jiang Qiyuan asked, her voice tinged with a sob.

"Realm Child?" Both Zhang Menglong and Wang Ling looked puzzled.

"You know, the person who hurt you," Jiang Qiyuan glanced at Zhang Menglong, seemingly reluctant to speak.

"Menglong is one of us. Just say whatever it is," Wang Ling said.

"He's the next heir of Realm Island," Jiang Qiyuan continued, "You have no idea how powerful he is. Don't think today's technology is anything special. According to the levels of the Ancient Martial Arts World of Huaxia, he's already a Martial Artist of the Mythical Realm. You may not grasp what this means, but he can flip a car over with his hand, and bullets and missiles can't harm him. Do you understand how dangerous he is?"

"Alright," Wang Ling abruptly pulled Jiang Qiyuan into his arms, "aren't I fine now, without any problems?"

Jiang Qiyuan gritted her teeth and, under Wang Ling's astonished gaze, pushed him away.

"Maybe we shouldn't contact each other anymore," she suggested.

"Why?" Wang Ling asked incredulously. "It's been eight years. I've finally seen you again, and now you're telling me we shouldn't be in contact?"

"Don't you get it?" Jiang Qiyuan said helplessly, "They are not bound by the mundane world. They will really kill you!"

"I just have one question for you, are you willing to be with me?" Wang Ling asked earnestly.

Jiang Qiyuan hesitated for a moment.

"If you are willing, I don't care about any Realm Child or Realm Island. Whoever stands in my way, I will take them down!"

"Epic, give it up for him!" Zhang Menglong couldn't help but applaud upon hearing these bold words.

"You don't understand," after cultivating on Realm Island for eight years, Jiang Qiyuan knew all too well just how strong Realm Island is. Now in the Ancient Martial Arts World of Huaxia, only the Martial God had broken through to the Heavenly Origin Boundary, and the master of Realm Island had already stepped into the Heavenly Origin Realm for decades when Jiang Qiyuan first learned of its existence.

And on Realm Island, there was more than one expert of the Heavenly Origin Realm!

With such power, it was enough to sweep across the entire second world, let alone those mundane forces. How could Wang Ling's insignificant strength possibly contend with Realm Island?

"Qiyuan, why are you speaking with someone who doesn't understand anything?"

At that moment, a young voice came from outside the villa.

Jiang Qiyuan's face suddenly changed, "Realm Son? How did he get here?"

As if to prove his own strength and sense of superiority, the youth whom Jiang Qiyuan referred to as the Realm Son kicked the iron gate outside the villa and sent it flying.

The gate flew like a meteor for more than a dozen meters and crashed right onto the Koenigsegg parked in Zhang Menglong's yard.

Although this title might sound strange, the youth's attire was no different from that of a common person, with dark eyes, yellow skin—a standard Asian appearance.

"Wang Ling, I believe I've warned you that if you approach Qiyuan again, I'll make you evaporate from this world. I've already given you two chances, but it seems like you don't cherish your life?"

"Who the hell do you think you are!" Zhang Menglong frowned and glanced at his car. It was a Koenigsegg, newly customized by the company specifically for him, valued at 120 million US dollars. He had only been driving it for three days, and now someone had turned it into this?

"Building repair costs, 20 billion US dollars; car repair costs, 20 billion US dollars; emotional distress compensation, 20 billion US dollars. Pay the money and then you can get lost!"

"And what are you supposed to be?" Realm Son looked at Zhang Menglong as if he was looking at a fool, "I threw him into the Qiantang River yesterday, and now he's in your house. Looks like you saved him?"

"Hmm?"

"You even dare to meddle in the matters of Realm Island, I must say, you've got guts!"

"You dare to smash even my Zhang Menglong's house; you must really be tired of living," retorted Zhang Menglong directly.

"I know you are the richest man in the world, but in the eyes of us from Realm Island, you are nothing! We've already given you a chance, so don't blame me now."

"Realm Son, please don't..." Jiang Qiyuan immediately stood in front of the youth, "I will go back to Realm Island with you right now, please let them go."

"Qiyuan, you don't have to ask him," Wang Ling pulled Jiang Qiyuan behind him, "This jerk beat me up yesterday, and today I just happen to be full of anger."

"Hahaha!" The youth looked at Wang Ling and started laughing, "It seems like you still don't understand what kind of person I am."

A thick surge of energy suddenly spread from the youth's body, several times purer than ordinary inner strength, and his realm was probably around Level Three of the Mythical Realm.

"Wang Ling, I'll leave the chance to play the hero to you," Zhang Menglong led Lu Yiyao, who was startled awake by the door being kicked and still somewhat shocked, to sit on the sofa, then asked the housekeeper, who remained calm, to prepare some coffee.

Zhang Menglong's actions completely subverted what the youth known as Realm Son had believed.

What exactly was going on? Had he not seen him kick a several-hundred-kilogram heavy gate just now? And could he not feel the trembling force he possessed?

It was not his first time showing off in front of ordinary people; previously, everyone would prostrate before him in fear, but Zhang Menglong and the others treated him as if he was nothing. Even the person who looked like a housekeeper seemed nonchalant.

What he didn't know was, as the Zhang Family's housekeeper, what kind of big events hadn't she seen? Just a gate, that was nothing; and did he think the housekeeper was just an ordinary person?

One should know that many of the Zhang Family's retired security guards, after getting older, stayed with the Zhang Family to do some chores, and if they pushed the housekeeper too hard, the consequences would be severe.

"You don't want to live anymore?" Seeing Wang Ling approach, the youth still had a cold smile, "Even if Qiyuan begs me today, you won't live until tomorrow. But don't say I didn't give you a chance, I'll give you the opportunity for one sentence, whether you call for help or whatever."

Wang Ling's mouth twitched, "Are you sure you want me to shout just one sentence?"

Wang Ling's smile caused a brief moment of confusion on the youth's face. What kind of smile was that? Mockery? Disdain? Relief?

"Then don't regret it," Wang Ling suddenly struck a pose so incredibly cheesy, it even made Jiang Qiyuan feel a bit embarrassed.

"I have never done anything I regretted." The youth clearly thought Wang Ling had a serious mental issue.

"You will regret it this time!" Wang Ling crossed his fists in front of his chest, then violently pulled them to his waist, "Emperor's Armor, Integration!"