Jingze the Goofball, Filial Piety Supreme: Let's Rob the Ancestral Temple! Two Partners in Crime

"Jingze~"

"My lord~ You called?! Just say the word, whatever you need, hehe~" Jingze scurried over, rubbing his hands and bowing with a fawning look on his face.

"Forget it, Jingze. I don't feel like playing anymore. These guys are so lousy they can't even give me a warm-up." Qingwu stared speechlessly at Jingze, feeling goosebumps rise all over him.

"Tone it down."

"Bring back a little of that arrogance you had before."

"You looked more normal that way."

"What are your orders, my lord?" Jingze immediately straightened up and asked solemnly, his expression neither servile nor overbearing.

What did fucking professionalism look like?

This was fucking professionalism.

"Jingze, you're a real talent," Qingwu marveled again. This kid was born to be a shameless street hustler.

"Hehe~ Thank you for the praise, my lord~"

"I'll teach you a technique, the one I just used. The Multiple Shadow Clone Technique. What do you say? Interested?" Qingwu asked, dangling the offer before Jingze.

"Really? Thank you for your generosity, my lord!" Otsutsuki Jingze nearly jumped with excitement. That move had left a deep impression on him. It was the ultimate technique for showing off!

Never mind how strong the clones were. Just imagining a ring of people stepping out and shouting, "You're surrounded!" was enough to get Guang's blood pumping.

"Hehehe..." The more Jingze thought about it, the more excited he became, until he started laughing aloud without realizing it. "Haha~ Surrender now! The great Jingze is here!"

"You are surrounded." Jingze imitated Qingwu's tone and gestures, shouting loudly.

His fists clenched. Hard.

I really want to beat him up. Am I anywhere near as obnoxious as you? After some thought, Qingwu quietly backed five meters away, lest this goofball's stupidity prove contagious.

"Why do I feel like I've taken in an