"Wouldn't that be a lot of trouble for you? Not only would you have to put in the work, you'd have to run around pulling strings and owing people favors!" Qin Fen's mild voice drifted through the Yin Mountain Palace, sounding utterly selfless. Even as a loser who spent his days at home, Big Chef had some emotional intelligence. He knew Zhang Daoling was paying no small price to do this, and since the man was helping him, he naturally felt a little embarrassed.
Ksitigarbha was already laughing so hard he nearly wet himself, while the Ten Yama Kings gave Zhang Daoling strange looks. Even the Four Great Ghost Emperors were indignant. Look at him! He's screwed you over twice already, and now he's rubbing it in with that bullshit. Why are you still groveling?
To everyone else, Qin Fen's words were downright shameless!
He really wasn't rubbing salt in the wound after getting a bargain! Qin Fen swore he wasn't, and Zhang Daoling swore he meant what he said, too. Being conned at first had been painful, but the legends of Qin Fen circulating at the tea party were enough to knock everyone flat. Only the most monstrous of monsters could dominate the Merit Ranking. Zhang Tianshi had never dreamed of being that much of a beast. All he wanted was to make the ranking once, nothing more!
So who in all the Heavenly Court could help him? A ship needed a helmsman to cross the ocean, and the Beacon of the Sea of Bitterness was his only choice!
Zhang Daoling understood now. He understood completely. If you wanted benefits, your best bet was to latch onto a powerful backer. Looking around, Qin Fen was clearly the best backer available. So what the hell did a little groveling matter?