I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1578 - 1582: Evil God, Is That Right?

"Swindler Trick? What’s that supposed to mean?" Drake asked, puzzled.

"Well... it’s about tricking me into your side, then finding a way to extort me."

"We magicians of dark magic despise doing such things," Drake said. "If we want to rob, we’d do it now; no need to beat around the bush."

"Even if you were to rob, Ainos’s inheritance is not with me."

"Huh?" Drake was taken aback. "What, didn’t you obtain Ainos’s inheritance inside?"

"That old guy wanted to pass his legacy to me, but I’m not interested," Zhang Menglong replied. "Those old things of his aren’t worth learning or inheriting."

"You didn’t take it?" Drake was even more shocked this time. Countless people vied for Ainos’s inheritance, yet Zhang Menglong refused? Is this even human? So why did he come? To cause trouble?

"I gave it to my friend," Zhang Menglong said. "Though it’s useless to me, it’s quite decent for him."

"Zhang, being your friend is truly a blessing," Drake did not doubt Zhang Menglong’s words. Given what he had displayed, it seemed he’d surpassed whatever magical inheritance Ainos might have offered.

He hadn’t been idle just now and quietly investigated Zhang Menglong’s details. From the Mosla Empire’s information, Zhang Menglong wasn’t just a high-level Array Master but also mastered an unknown number of Forbidden Curses. Moreover, he could wield ordinary magic at the level of a mid-level magician.

Could Ainos match that?

Thinking this way, it wasn’t strange at all.

"Then why are you looking for me?" Given Drake’s status, even if he’d obtained Ainos’s inheritance, it wouldn’t warrant such humility to invite him. "Do you need something from me?"

"Zhang, you’ve hit the mark," Drake said, having his intention uncovered without embarrassment, "This time we indeed have a request."

"Oh? Let’s hear it," Zhang Menglong said. "But if it’s about your disputes with other magicians, I’m not interested. Although those guys are annoying and thick-skinned, I avoid trouble."

"This has nothing to do with that," Drake said, "This time it’s about an ancient Evil God."

"Evil God?" As soon as he heard the words, Zhang Menglong’s interest piqued, and it seemed intriguing, "Explain?"

Seeing Zhang Menglong’s expression as if he discovered a new world, Raditz sighed bitterly. To them, the troublesome Evil God seemed merely amusing to Zhang Menglong.

"It all starts with the birth of our Dark Magicians’ Association," Drake took a deep breath and began to recount their story.

The founder of the Dark Magicians’ Association, also Drake’s father Rubis, once belonged to the same faction as the President of the Magicians’ Association, taught by the same magician.

Both were highly talented, with almost equal magic cultivation. At the time, there were no Magicians’ Association or Dark Magicians’ Association, only an entity known as the Magic Sanctum.

Their teacher was a great being who inherited Cang Yuan Era’s magical legacy, even reaching the peak of perfect beings.

However, he failed while attempting to break through to a higher realm. When he was near the end of his life, he decided to pass on the Magic Sanctum to them, one as Hall Master, the other as Vice Hall Master.

The rule was simple: the one who won a duel would inherit the Hall Master’s position.

Their magical cultivation was very close, but Drake’s father, while traveling, had once entered the Dark Forest and found a legacy left from the Cang Yuan Era, learning many profound spells. Though these spells were unusual, even bizarre, they were immensely powerful.

In their duel without a clear victor, Rubis tried using some spells learned from that legacy.

Indeed, these spells worked wonders, catching the Magicians’ Association President off guard and leading to his defeat.

Yet, despite his victory, Rubis didn’t become Hall Master but was punished by his teacher.

His teacher deemed those spells wicked, certain Rubis strayed down wrongful paths and decided to punish him, even only awarding him an Elder position in the Magic Sanctum, replacing the Vice Hall Master with someone else.

Rubis was naturally dissatisfied. To him, good and evil weren’t related to magic; it depended on the magician using it.

But others believed these were evil spells used only by evil individuals, considering his ideas absurd.

Enraged, Rubis left the Magic Sanctum and formed the Dark Magicians’ Association with those sharing similar experiences and beliefs, within the Dark Forest.

"That does sound quite tragic, differing beliefs but being labeled forever without escape," Zhang Menglong sighed, many things are like this, difficult to clarify.

"But what’s this got to do with the Evil God you mentioned?"

"My father found that the legacy in the Dark Forest contained numerous types of spells with various elements, differing styles, and even traces of magical creation. He suspected it was once a battleground or something more remarkable. One day, he discovered a very unusual statue in the forest."

"What statue?"

"I don’t know either, but my father, after long-term exploration, deciphered the writings around it. It claimed the statue was suppressing an ancient Evil God, never to be unsealed. If broken, the world could face destruction."

"So, the statue is damaged now?"

"Not quite," Drake said. "Due to time, the statue had become fragile and cracked one day. Its fissure worsening, the power emanating drove one of our great magicians insane."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. His body seemed corroded by that power, making him highly aggressive, not recognizing friends. Until my father found a spell left here to help expel the power, but surely the statue will soon be entirely corroded by it, and then no one knows what might emerge."

"Huzi, did you know?" Zhang Menglong turned to ask, "Oh, let me introduce, my servant Huzi, a person surviving from the Cang Yuan Era."

"What? He’s from the Cang Yuan Era?" Drake exclaimed, "There are survivors?"

Huzi showed a grave expression, "I thought those damned things perished with the Cang Yuan Era, didn’t expect any survived, this is troublesome."

Only Zhang Menglong remained relaxed, "An Evil God, huh? Is it formidable?"