I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"What did you say? You’ve got Supreme Weapons too?"

If those potions had only surprised everyone a bit, then this sentence was like a bomb going off in the crowd.

Potions are just potions, who doesn’t have a few? Some people use them very sparingly, so they’ve stockpiled a bit. Even though nobody knows why Zhang Menglong can hoard so many potions all by himself, potions aren’t exactly rare.

But Supreme Weapons are a whole different story! Among Humans at least, people who own a Supreme Weapon can be counted on one hand! Of course, that’s excluding the first batch of members from Yan Huang City.

Even among those few hundred Dao Realm peak experts, the number of people who have Supreme Weapons doesn’t exceed thirty. If they could get just one Supreme Weapon, their survivability in this place would skyrocket!

Yet Supreme Weapons are truly the kind of thing you can’t get just by wanting them. Among those Dao Realm peak experts, some have been barely scraping by here for hundreds of thousands of years, even over a million years. The number of Warcraft they’ve killed is in the tens of billions if not hundreds of billions, and even with that insane kill count, they still couldn’t get their hands on a single Supreme Weapon.

"I’ve got a few I can lend out to everyone." The Supreme Weapons on Zhang Menglong were already piled up like a mountain, enough to arm every single Human Martial Artist from head to toe at least once.

After speaking, Zhang Menglong directly pulled out a long spear.

The spear was pitch-black from tip to butt, but radiated a golden glow. The power fluctuating around it made people’s hearts race uncontrollably. It was undeniably a Supreme Weapon!

"Senior, you don’t have a Supreme Weapon yet, right? I’ll lend you this one!" Zhang Menglong casually tossed the weapon in his hand. "Just use it for now. Once the Warcraft Tide is over, just return it to me!"

That Dao Realm peak Martial Artist hadn’t even reacted yet when the weapon was already in his grasp. He stared at the weapon in his hand in disbelief. With a Supreme Weapon that fits him, his combat strength would multiply several times over, no question! And something like this, Zhang Menglong just pulls out and lends to others like it’s nothing. Is he really not afraid they’ll never give it back?

Every time a Supreme Weapon appears, it sparks a bloody storm, drawing countless people into slaughter and snatching. This Human tendency toward infighting is a rotten habit that’s hard to erase no matter where you throw them.

But this time, nobody acted rashly. When something so precious appears in bulk, their first reaction is shock; only after that do the extra emotions start creeping in.

Zhang Menglong kept pulling out one Supreme Weapon after another like performing Magic tricks, practically a walking armory.

"Big Brother Ying Zheng, help me hand these out!" Zhang Menglong called out to the first batch of Yan Huang City members to help with distribution. With this much material and this many Supreme Weapons, if he had to do it alone, who knows how long it would take?

"Alright! Everyone come help!"

...

"Isn’t that the City Lord of Yan Huang City? Looks like he knows that young man."

"Yeah. And why does he seem to listen to that young man? That guy is insanely arrogant—he doesn’t even necessarily give face to those Dao Realm peak experts."

"In Yan Huang City, the City Lord can control the power of those Main City Crystals. Even Dao Realm experts don’t dare to have designs on him. His prestige is already sky-high; that just makes it even less likely anyone would dare touch him."

"But I heard Ying Zheng is just a puppet City Lord, at least he isn’t the real master of that city. He’s just a Martial Artist at the thousandfold Dao Realm level, how could he have built such a city all by himself? Think about how many Supreme Crystals that would take!"

"I heard that too. Yan Huang City keeps getting huge injections of capital, one wave after another, and no one knows where those resources are coming from."

"You suspect it’s that young man? But he’s even weaker than Ying Zheng!"

"Doesn’t Ying Zheng’s attitude already say everything?"

...

As Zhang Menglong’s massive resources were laid out and he mobilized the core members of Yan Huang City at will, his identity was already basically obvious. The only question everyone had was: with this kind of strength, how the hell did he get so many resources?

Some guessed he was a very special rules-character of the system; some guessed he’d found a treasure vault left behind by some powerful race. Others went even more off the rails with their theories. No one could imagine that all he relied on was a silver tongue.

A day passed quickly, and Zhang Menglong’s supplies were basically all distributed.

After tallying, the total Human group at the moment was close to sixty million. Spread over the four city walls, that was fifteen million on each side for defense. No one knew how large this year’s Beast Tide would be, but the number of Humans was a full one-third less than before the last Myriad Tribes War! If the size of the beast hordes isn’t reduced correspondingly, this round is going to be brutal!

Zhang Menglong had never experienced a city defense battle like this, so letting those veteran pioneers command the fighting was the most suitable arrangement. Zhang Menglong and the others had no interest in scrambling for command authority.

As for spoils, everyone reached agreement: whoever kills the Warcraft keeps whatever drops. If it’s a group siege, whoever contributes the most gets the loot.

His "Management Studies" couldn’t affect that many people at once, but it could still have some minor effect. The drops from the Warcraft siege in the next few days should be able to help every individual Human in the upcoming Myriad Tribes War.

Zhang Menglong and Ying Zheng stood atop the city wall. The Great City of Aiville was quieter than ever. Everyone stared into the distance, waiting for the appointed time to arrive.

Finally, when the last second of the day ticked away, almost simultaneously, a voice sounded in each of their minds.

"Adventurers, the Beast Tide is about to descend. This Beast Tide will last for six months!"

"What? Six months? Damn these rules!"

Not only Humans, all races were cursing out loud. Three months was already deadly. A six-month Beast Tide... they might as well be executed on the spot, it’d be more merciful.

But that voice ignored them and continued:

If the Main City is destroyed by more than 80%, it will be judged as a failed defense, and in this Myriad Tribes War the Guardian Beast’s strength will be reduced by 80%.

If the Main City is destroyed by 50%–80%, then in this Myriad Tribes War, the Guardian Beast’s strength will be reduced by 50%.

If the Main City is destroyed by 20%–50%, then in this Myriad Tribes War, the Guardian Beast’s strength will be reduced by 20%.

If the Main City’s destruction is less than 20%, it will be judged as a successful defense.

If the Main City suffers no damage, then in the Myriad Tribes War the Guardian Beast’s strength will be increased by 20%.

Adventurers, for the sake of your race, fight bravely!

"No wonder everyone rushed back to their own race immediately." Hearing this rule, Zhang Menglong finally understood why everyone had scrambled to return to their cities at the first chance. Once a city is breached, the Guardian Beast’s strength is heavily crippled. In the Myriad Tribes War, Humans could easily be wiped out just like that.

"Double the defense duration... that’s brutal." The faces of the people beside Ying Zheng were ashen. They had been through multiple Warcraft city assaults before, but this time’s length was way beyond anything they’d expected.

They still remembered that last time, with over a hundred million defenders, the Main City still ended up more than 20% destroyed, which drastically weakened the Azure Dragon.

Most importantly, the loss of Guardian Beast power does not reset when a Myriad Tribes War ends. If every city defense round ends in tragedy, the Guardian Beasts will grow weaker and weaker, and of course the race itself won’t be able to rise strong.

As that voice faded, black mist instantly spread across the sky. The city defense mission... had begun!