I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Con you? Where do you get the confidence from? What on you is worth my scheming?" Zhang Menglong sneered, "Your money isn't even enough to cover my clan's water and electricity bills for a year. Do you think I covet your petty cash?"

"You clearly still have that elixir, so why trick us into bidding?" Otto was still not convinced. A problem that could've been solved with 1 billion US Dollars cost him 10 times more. 10 billion US Dollars was a significant sum to him as well.

"Did I trick you?" Zhang Menglong turned the porcelain bottle upside down, "Look for yourself, I really don't have a single one left on me. How was I to know they still had some? You never asked!"

"Old sly dog."

"Wow, passing the buck to us?"

"The dean's face is getting thicker by the day!"

"Cough, cough, cough! What big truths are you guys blabbing about?" Zhang Menglong said earnestly, "A person can't just forgo making money over a bit of dignity, right?"

"Take it or leave it!" Zhang Menglong said to Otto, "If you don't want it, I'll refund the full amount. But from now on, we'll blacklist someone like you, always hemming and hawing in business!"

"You..." Otto was frustrated but couldn't express it. He believed that if he returned the elixir to Zhang Menglong, the latter would surely find an even more disgusting way to deal with him. Today's loss was already set in stone!

"Team leader, now is not the time to burn bridges!" Bruce said, "We're no match for him, and you're still injured. We should at least recover from our injuries first."

After taking a few deep breaths, Otto tried to calm himself down. Their exploration of this spaceship had just begun, and he had no idea what other dangers lay ahead. Moreover, the items from this advanced civilization might contain treasures that could turn the tide for him.

The old Huaxia saying about enduring hardships for revenge comes to mind!

"Hmph!" Otto gave Zhang Menglong a fierce glare before walking to a corner and swallowing the elixir. Fortunately, the product sold by Zhang Menglong was genuine, and the genes in his body that had collapsed due to ionizing radiation quickly repaired themselves. Even the wounds started to heal gradually, and most miraculously, his severed arm began to regrow at a visible rate.

Then Otto drank an energy reagent. After all, the energy needed for the recovery came from his own body, and the energy spent for the arm's regeneration was comparable to the toll of an intense battle.

After a few minutes of rest, all the psychics had also recovered.

"I still suggest you don't go any further," Zhang Menglong proposed, "We've only been in here for a few minutes, and look at the casualties. You guys are more eager to deliver than a delivery service. I think you should head back, or else I'll be attending a banquet for you."

Zhang Menglong's words made many people ponder. Although his words were rude and even gave them an urge to hit him, what did he mean by a banquet? If they died, how could it be his turn to feast?

But they had just entered the interior of the spaceship and encountered such danger in only a few meters; who knows what else awaited them.

"Zhang Menglong, are you trying to monopolize the treasures inside?" Otto was the first to object.

"Listen to me, everyone. As far as we can see, this is just a non-combat type of ship, likely a transport or exploration vessel. I guess the only self-defense mechanisms are those robots, which no longer pose a threat to us now. If we turn back at this point, aren't we just handing over the treasures to Huaxia?"

"Yeah, I agree with Mr. Otto!"

"We have never known retreat. Since the nation has entrusted us with this task, we must complete it."

"Exactly, no risk, no reward. The items here could greatly advance our nation's technology development if we just bring some back. We have no reason to retreat now."

With the support of many, Otto gave Zhang Menglong a smug look.

That's right, you're tough, you can fight, but so what? No one here respects you. Are you going to kill them all? That would be an act against humanity and would bring condemnation from the whole world.

"Fine, fine, if you insist on throwing your lives away, there's nothing I can do," Zhang Menglong said before turning to the people from the Super God Academy, "See? This is what being headstrong gets you. Don't ever follow their example!"

...

The recent battle resulted in the loss of dozens of powerful psychics, leaving only about sixty or seventy people. But these individuals were the elite of human psychics, almost all of whom were Level Eight or above super-psychics, having survived the recent assault by mechanical beasts.

It seemed that only the twenty or so robots they had encountered were left in the spaceship. The rest presumably became scrap metal due to exhausted energy. They encountered no danger as they moved through the remaining few hundred meters and passed corner after corner.

Soon, they arrived at a place that looked like a storage area, where a metal door that was over ten meters tall stood. Even at a glance, it was obvious how heavy the door was.

"This must be the warehouse!"

"The treasures of this spaceship must all be inside!"

All the psychics became exceedingly excited.

"It's a biometric lock," said a psychic who stepped forward to inspect, "It seems to use certain features of life from this ship as the key."

"Can you break it?" Otto asked.

"No," the psychic shook his head, "Not to mention that we can't understand their programming language, even if we could, this civilization that has mastered interstellar travel technology would have a vastly superior level of technology. We can't possibly crack it."

"Then our only option is to break down this door through brute force!"

Otto and the others looked eager to move.

"Wait, Mr. Otto!" A Tsarist Russian psychic walked up to the metal gate, then attached something that looked like a cable onto the door, "This is bad."

"What's wrong?"

"The material of this door is the same as the one used for those robots!"

That statement cast a dark shadow over everyone's faces. They had as much trouble dealing with the robots as one might scrape ice, so facing this even thicker metal, what could they use to destroy it?

Just as everyone was at a loss, there was activity from Zhang Menglong's direction.

One could see that the 11 Huaxia youths brought by Zhang Menglong each took out a uniquely designed computer, and through an ordinary cable, connected it to the switch of the gate, seemingly ready to decipher the system.

"Now, let's start. Whoever opens this door first, I will grant special permission to take one third-year level course!"

"Really?"

"A third-year course?"

"Damn, my all energies have begun to surge forth!"

"Get ready!"

"Begin!"

"Clickety-clack!" The fingers of a dozen students danced over their computer keyboards like they were playing pianos.

"Do they understand the code language of this civilization?"

"That's impossible! With our civilizations so far apart, they... Wait, Zhang Menglong seemed to have deciphered the robots' programs earlier, maybe they really can!"

It would be one thing if Zhang Menglong alone had this skill, but all these people too? Where on earth did they pop out from? Are they really all humans?

Only two minutes had passed when one person excitedly shouted out.

"I've broken through the first layer!"

"Hmph, only the first layer? I'm already attacking the third one!"

"Hahaha, you juniors, apart from martial arts, my most attended course has been computer science, I'm down to the final two layers!"

"Damn it, you traitor, didn't we agree to attend Teacher The Heavens' biology class together?"

"Once I'm proficient in code, I can easily download all kinds of resources, wouldn't that be great?"

"Despicable!"

"Shameless!"

"Faceless!"

...

"Done!"

As the last key was struck by that student, the heavy metal gate slowly moved to both sides.

"A warehouse! It really is a warehouse!"

One could see various items placed in the room, and although their names were unrecognizable, their layout could be clearly identified.

"Go!"

A large group of psychics rushed towards the warehouse. There were great treasures inside, and taking just a little bit back would be a considerable contribution.

"Thud!" The twenty-some robots controlled by Zhang Menglong leaped to block the entrance.

"Zhang Menglong, what do you mean by this? Are you Huaxia people planning to monopolize these items?" Otto challenged.

"I remember before we set off there was an agreement that this trip's findings would be divided based on each's contribution," Zhang Menglong countered, "What effort have you made?"