I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Chapter 1870 - 1863: Signature Gap Moe

"Clan Leader, it’s Mo Tianye!" As that City Lord finally showed his true face, a member of the Shamate Clan shouted out his name.

"You know him?" Zhang Menglong was a bit confused. "We just entered the Outer Sect and have only met a few Elders. You probably can’t even recognize all the Elders of our Sunset Sect, so how the hell did you call out his name?"

"Clan Leader, I really don’t know the others, but this Mo Tianye I’ve at least heard of. He’s only Dao Realm Fourth Grade, and in the Divine Profound Hall there are quite a few Elders stronger than him."

"This Xuanyun City’s City Lord shouldn’t have a low status, right?" Zhang Menglong said. "Just this one city looks like it can rival hundreds or thousands of Ninth Grade Empires. The oil and water here must be off the charts. A Dao Realm Fourth Grade Elder in the Divine Profound Hall should only be so-so in status, yeah?"

Zhang Menglong originally had no clear concept, but among that group of Elders who came last time to kill him, there had already been several Dao Realm Fourth Grades. It wasn’t hard for him to guess that their status among the Elders was only lower‑middle tier at best.

People like that shouldn’t have the qualifications to become City Lord of Xuanyun City, right? He wouldn’t even be surprised if they sent a Vice Hall Master.

"Clan Leader, there’s something you might not know," someone immediately explained. "This Mo Tianye’s personal strength is pretty average, but his methods are vicious and insidious as hell. A bunch of conflicts between the Divine Profound Hall and other superpowers were all schemes he orchestrated, and he basically made the Divine Profound Hall rake in huge profits every time!"

"A war‑criminal type Elder?" Zhang Menglong finally got it.

The other Elders might be stronger than him, but only in terms of personal combat power.

But Mo Tianye’s ability lies in getting shit done. He alone can bring the Divine Profound Hall a massive amount of revenue; even those Dao Realm Fifth or Sixth Grade Elders can’t compare to him.

People like this are actually the favorites of certain leaders. Their strength already caps their growth ceiling, and in this world where martial might is everything, they can never become so meritorious they overshadow their masters.

But he’s also damn capable at doing things. This kind of useful yet controllable guy getting reused heavily—nothing strange about that.

Mo Tianye himself was actually very frustrated. He had been extremely confident in his "Black Prison Tower", because its biggest use in the past had been to imprison disciples of the Divine Profound Hall who had committed heinous crimes.

He thought that even if Zhang Menglong and the others drained all the Energy in their bodies, they still wouldn’t be able to break this tower. But the result blindsided him—the axe turned out to be a Divine Artifact even more terrifying than the "Black Prison Tower"!

Sharp pain kept coming from his shoulder, blood had already dyed a huge patch of the ground red, and he really wanted to just slap Zhang Menglong to death right now.

That axe might be strong, but in front of him, Zhang Menglong had absolutely no chance to swing a second time!

But right now he had no choice. He had to complete the final step of his breakthrough. As long as he advanced to Dao Realm Fifth Grade, he would get a chance at transformation, and he could take the opportunity to recover from his injuries. He’d poured in an enormous amount of effort just to prevent this breakthrough from failing.

But now he was completely exposed in front of Zhang Menglong and the others; he was basically like a fish on the chopping block, ready to be sliced however they wanted!

"Hey, does it hurt a lot?" Zhang Menglong didn’t rush up to finish off Mo Tianye. Instead, he even started showing concern for his injuries. "You’re bleeding, dude. Want to treat the wound first?"

"Why are you looking at me with that kind of expression? It’s not like I deliberately chopped you on purpose!" Zhang Menglong started whining. "Want to hear my explanation? I was just trying to chop that tower. I had no idea you happened to be standing right there. You can’t accuse me of ramming into you on purpose, okay?"

"Besides, you were the one who said that thing wasn’t something I could destroy, and you told me to go wild. This was your own request, so you should be the one to bear the consequences, right?"

"Clan Leader, why are you still dazing out? Hurry up and kill him!"

"Strike while he’s sick and take his life! This is the perfect chance."

"A Divine Cultivator First-grade killing a Dao Realm Fourth Grade Peak—if this gets out, our Shamate Clan will definitely go viral!"

Everyone was urging anxiously. They could already feel Mo Tianye’s aura faintly starting to rise again, which meant he was gradually beginning to transition toward Dao Realm Fifth Grade.

At this moment, Mo Tianye’s expression had obviously become a lot more serious. The closer he was to success, the weaker he became, and the greater the influence of his surroundings.

If these people from the Sunset Sect wanted to kill him now, it would be a piece of cake!

"Do you people have no sense of propriety, justice, integrity, or morality at all?" To Mo Tianye’s surprise, this Gu Xiao actually rejected the others’ suggestion.

"This..." Everyone stared at Zhang Menglong in disbelief. What the hell? With how despicable, shameless, insidious, and sleazy Zhang Menglong is, how can he say something like that? Shouldn’t he be the most excited one right now?

"Think about it. He’s at a critical moment in his breakthrough, where outside interference is absolutely forbidden. If we make a move now, what’s that called? That’s taking advantage of someone in danger. People will spit on us. What if later they say our Sunset Sect has no upbringing?"

Once Zhang Menglong finished, they understood. So he was just afraid their actions would drag some bad reputation onto the Sunset Sect. In that case, his logic kinda made sense.

But Zhang Menglong’s next sentence made everyone even more certain of his nature.

"So at a time like this, let me teach you something." Zhang Menglong raised a clenched fist next to the right side of his head. "I, Gu Xiao, solemnly swear that everything I’m about to do is my own personal behavior and has absolutely nothing to do with the Sunset Sect. None of my actions represent the moral standard of Sunset Sect disciples."

Zhang Menglong grinned at Mo Tianye. "You almost believed me for a second there, didn’t you? Funny coincidence—propriety, justice, integrity, morality... I don’t have any of that crap either!"

The moment he finished, Mo Tianye’s chest heaved violently, and then a streak of bright red fluid flowed from the corner of his mouth. Zhang Menglong’s one sentence had literally angered him into internal injury!

He forced himself to regulate his breathing and only barely stopped himself from spurting out a mouthful of blood right then.

"Insane!"

"I’m taking notes, I’m taking notes!"

"Hahaha, Clan Leader’s all about technique—playing the contrast‑cute card."

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"Don’t rush, there’s enough to go around. Everyone gets a turn. Line up, I’ll record it!" Zhang Menglong walked slowly up to Mo Tianye and directly set up a recording device.

Over eight thousand people lined up into a massive queue in front of him. One person walked up, didn’t say a word, and pulled his pants down.

"Arrogant brat, what are you going to do?" Mo Tianye’s face showed a look of terror, as if he had already foreseen something.

"Ssshhhhh!"

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"Let me go, my piss is extra yellow!"

"Can you people at least respect the elderly a bit? I have diabetes—let him have something sweet first!"

"So you’re all just gonna piss, huh? Fine, I’ll take a dump then!"

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