I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 869 - 867: The 3rd Generation Disciples of the Ritian Sect

Chapter 869: Chapter 867: The 3rd Generation Disciples of the Ritian Sect

"Who? Come out!" Ever since he left the trading market, Zhang Menglong had felt that someone was following him.

Logically, he had already changed his aura and appearance during the teleportation, so he shouldn’t be recognized.

"Still not coming out?" Zhang Menglong’s tone became somewhat cold. He never hesitated when it came to threats to his existence, and although he was in the Universe Underground Fair, he was always prepared to use Cred Points to deal with any danger at the first moment. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

At this moment, a child who seemed half-grown finally emerged from a corner.

"A child?" Zhang Menglong was a bit surprised.

People who came to this Universe Underground Fair would have already been vetted by the tens of thousands of Cosmic Coins for the ticket, qualifying them at least as people from a Level Two civilization or above. Even if they were poor, they could be considered the middle class in the universe.

But the attire of this child could only be described as ragged, even tattered! Aside from the few differences in appearance between him and Earthlings, if encountered on the street, he could even be mistaken for a little vagabond.

How could such a person get hold of a ticket costing tens of thousands? Could he possibly have smuggled in?

Naturally, Zhang Menglong didn’t believe anyone could smuggle past such checkpoints.

"Master, I want to learn skills from you. I can endure any hardship, and I am very obedient. Please, let me follow you!"

Before Zhang Menglong could react, the child knelt directly in front of him.

"What’s happening?" Zhang Menglong pulled the child up as some people around had already begun to look at them with strange looks. If recognized, it might cause a small sensation again.

It should be noted that almost everyone in the Universe Underground Fair was looking for this mysterious master. Some hoped to buy elixirs and blind boxes from him, and others wanted to invite him to their civilizations, while some had less pure motives.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, no matter how powerful Zhang Menglong was, he was still just a Level Four Life Form; even if his connections were extensive, his factual power being weak could provide others an opportunity.

Moreover, since he was carrying a large sum of money, it was better to keep a low profile as much as possible.

"How did you recognize me?" Zhang Menglong asked in a low voice.

"Master, although you’ve changed your appearance and aura, I can smell the scent of your soul."

"Well, damn," Zhang Menglong muttered to himself, "trying to play metaphysics with me, huh?"

"Gou Dan, check out the background of this kid for me," Zhang Menglong said.

Name: Ganei

Race: Moha Clan

Life Level: Level One High-Grade

Potential Index: 97

Evaluation: This young man has extraordinary bones; I see you as a once-in-a-century martial prodigy.

"Such a high Potential Index!"

So far, aside from the teachers at the Super God Academy, Zhang Menglong had never seen a lifeform with a higher Potential Index than this child named Ganei. Even the highest among those Level Eight Life Forms he knew was only 81.

For a civilization’s Potential Index to rise to over 80, it would require at least tens of millions of years of development and gene optimization! As for this 97, it’s astonishingly high.

"Strange, such a high Potential Index, yet just a Level One High-Grade Life Level?" Normally, individuals with high Potential Indexes are born with Life Levels of possibly four or even five.

A 97 Potential Index with only this Life Level is truly peculiar.

"Gou Dan, do you have any information on the Moha Clan?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"I’ll search," Gou Dan said, "This civilization probably appeared before I arrived on Earth, and my database needs an update!"

Moments later, Gou Dan found the information Zhang Menglong needed.

"This race is quite interesting."

"What do you mean?"

"This race has basically been exterminated," Gou Dan said, "Most life forms in the Cosmic Civilization are carbon-based, with a minority being silicon-based and other elements. And their race comprises a type of carbon isotope not listed on Earth’s periodic table."

"The life forms in this universe are indeed a marvel."

"They should be counted among the most peculiar in countless cosmic civilizations," Gou Dan said, "Their individuals are very weak by nature, not needing martial arts cultivation to evolve their Life Levels."

"Then what do they rely on?"

"Devouring metals!"

"What the heck? Devouring metal like the Golden Horned Beasts in Swallowing the Starry Sky?"

"Something like that," Gou Dan replied, "Theoretically, as long as there’s enough metal, they can break through Life Levels without a bottleneck."

"But I think this might not be a good thing for them."

"Exactly," Gou Dan found some information, "Even if they devour all the metal elements on their entire planet, it would, at most, create a Level Four Life Form. But their technological level is very low, even inferior to Earth, and they were discovered by a group of cosmic colonizers."

"So they are an enslaved civilization?" Zhang Menglong understood, no wonder this child named Ganei looked so ragged.

"Their owners, willing to spend enough money, could have a very powerful slave, and through certain technological means, the slave has no way to rebel. They are a very popular slave race in cosmic civilizations, entirely farmed by a very strong Level Five civilization."

"I see." Zhang Menglong saw the determination and strong will on Ganei’s face and understood what was happening.

"Your name is Ganei, right?"

The child’s face showed a shocked expression, "Master, how do you know my name is Ganei?"

"Not only do I know your name is Ganei, I also know you belong to the Moha Clan."

When his race was mentioned, Ganei was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he quickly and cautiously looked around. If he were discovered to be a member of the Moha Clan, the consequences would be dire.

"There’s no need to be so nervous; with me, no one can touch you," Zhang Menglong laughed, "Why do you want to follow me?"

"I want to learn skills from you and then drive out the invaders and free my family and people," Ganei stubbornly said.

"Why do you think I can help you?" Zhang Menglong said, "Maybe I would directly treat you like your race and make you my slave."

"I would still be willing," Ganei said, "I know you are very rich, and if I become your slave, I can become very strong. That way, I would have a chance to defeat them!"

"Interesting," Zhang Menglong became more interested in the child, "How did you come here?"

"My people said I was the most talented in our civilization for many years, and when they were installing the slave controllers, they risked their lives to send me out. Then they used all of our race’s efforts to get me a ticket, saying I could find someone willing to help me here."

"You truly are lucky," although briefly summarized, Zhang Menglong could sense that this civilization had pinned all its hopes on this child, "Meeting me is indeed your luck and our fate, but I’m not interested in taking slaves."

"What do you mean?"

"You can be my apprentice," Zhang Menglong felt that venturing in cosmic civilizations alone was indeed quite troublesome, "Are you willing to be a third-generation disciple of the Ritian Sect?"