A bootlicker who didn't know he was bootlicking

"Wow! Look, isn't that Young Master Fang Jiang from the Bootlicking Sect? Why does the woman beside him look a little familiar?"

Cries of astonishment rang out.

Fang Jiang, the only son of the Bootlicking Sect's sect master, was twenty-five years old. Gifted with exceptional cultivation talent, he had long since entered the Middle Reincarnation Realm. Even in Heavenly Moon City, he counted as a genius!!!

Beside him stood a beautiful woman in flowing white robes, her bearing elegant and otherworldly. Yet her lovely eyes brimmed with an arrogance that kept everyone a thousand miles away, as though no one could win her regard, giving her an air of nobility and aloofness. She seemed to be Yang Linna, the Holy Mother Sect's chief senior sister. She was one of the Heavenly Moon Domain's few peerless beauties, with countless suitors, all of whom she had turned away. How had she become involved with Fang Jiang?

At that moment, countless martial artists stared at the pair, dumbstruck, towering waves surging in their hearts. Young Master Fang Jiang of the Bootlicking Sect had actually hooked up with the Holy Mother Sect's chief senior sister.

"Little Sister Linna, Domain City really is bustling. How about we chat as we stroll?" Fang Jiang asked ingratiatingly, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Young Master Fang Jiang, please conduct yourself with dignity. Call me Miss Linna instead!" Yang Linna's slender brows knitted slightly, a trace of disgust in her voice.

"Little Sister Linna, what do you..." Fang Jiang's expression changed.

"I don't like people calling me Little Sister Linna. That includes you." Yang Linna cut him off bluntly, without the slightest courtesy.

"Fine! Fine! Fine! Miss Linna... let's get something to eat." Fang Jiang took a deep breath and struggled to force a brilliant smile, though it looked worse than crying.

"Forget it. Go by yourself!" Yang Linna's voice was calm, but a hint of impatience seeped through.

"Miss Linna, why must you do this? I... toward you, I..." Fang Jiang continued trying to persuade her.

"I don't have time. I still need to go to the Domain Lord's Manor to find Brother Murong." As Yang Linna finished speaking, adoration filled her eyes, then vanished in a flash.

"Do you mean Murong Fengchen? My-Miss Linna, I know him quite well. I can introduce you to him. Miss Linna, will you agree to eat with me, then?" Fang Jiang gritted his teeth and offered again.

"Eating together isn't out of the question." A thought stirred in Yang Linna's heart. "See that masked youth up ahead? Go teach him a lesson, and I'll eat with you right away." Yang Linna pointed at Di Chen and spoke coldly.

"Miss Linna, wouldn't that be a little inappropriate? With the Heavenly Pride Championship, disciples from all the major powers have been emerging from seclusion. I'm afraid there might be people we can't afford to provoke." Fang Jiang looked hesitant.

"Hmph, you don't want to? Forget it, then." Yang Linna's expression darkened, and she made to leave.

"Miss Linna, you've misunderstood. I just think..." Fang Jiang said hastily.

"Since you've agreed, what are you standing around for? Go beat that fellow viciously. Make him kneel and beg for mercy. Wearing a mask and playing mysterious-what rotten luck," Yang Linna said coldly.

"Mm, all right! I'll go right now." A vicious gleam flashed through Fang Jiang's eyes. I'll risk it! I refuse to believe some random person I run into could be one of those people I can't afford to provoke. Fang Jiang stepped forward and instantly blocked Di Chen's path.

"Uh... huh? Why does he look so familiar?!!!" After a moment of bewilderment, Fang Jiang finally recognized Di Chen.

"It's you! Country bumpkin!"

Di Chen looked at Fang Jiang before him and frowned slightly. Isn't this fellow Fang Jiang from the Bootlicking Sect?

Before Di Chen could retort, Fang Jiang continued, "Country bumpkin! Kneel, kowtow, and apologize right now, and call me Grandpa. Perhaps I'll spare your life today. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead, never to rise again for all eternity!!!"

"Pfft~~~ Haha... Young Master Fang Jiang truly is mighty. Impressive, impressive." The surrounding crowd could not hold back their laughter and burst out laughing. "Who is this kid? He actually dared provoke the Bootlicking Sect. He must be tired of living."

"This kid is finished!!!" The onlookers shook their heads with a sigh. Although the Bootlicking Sect could not quite do whatever it pleased in the Heavenly Moon Domain, few dared get on its bad side.

"Scram!" Di Chen spat out the word, his voice icy.

"Hahahaha... what did you just say?" Fang Jiang seemed

to suspect he had misheard, asking in disbelief.

Then he looked toward Yang Linna, only to see her brows knitted, seemingly somewhat displeased.

"Country bumpkin! Kneel at once."

Smack!!!

A crisp slap suddenly cracked through the air. Di Chen had slapped Fang Jiang squarely across the face.

"You... you dare hit me? Do you know who I am? I'm the son of the Bootlicking Sect's sect master!" Fang Jiang clutched his red, swollen right cheek, his face contorted and his eyes bloodshot. He had never suffered such humiliation. He wanted nothing more than to skin the little bastard before him, tear out his tendons, grind his bones to dust, and scatter the ashes.

Di Chen looked at Yang Linna behind Fang Jiang and immediately understood the whole story. So it was all for a beauty's smile. Ah, another pitiful man. "Oh, so you're the son of the Bootlicking Sect's sect master. Forgive my disrespect!!!" Di Chen said in realization.

"You... what do you mean?" Fang Jiang was rather confused. Is he mocking me? But why couldn't I hear the slightest mockery in his words? Instead, it seemed as though he was teasing me.

"Nothing. I just suddenly felt that name of yours suits you very well. Hahaha..." Di Chen laughed heartily.

"Country bumpkin, you're courting death!!!" Fang Jiang roared at those words.

"What's going on? What's going on?" A group of armored guards came racing over from afar.

"Fighting is forbidden within Domain City!" the general leading them barked, terrifying killing intent blazing in his eyes.

"Hmph! Country bumpkin! You're lucky." Fang Jiang snorted coldly. I hope you enter the competition. When the time comes, you'd better pray you don't run into me. Fang Jiang was still confident he could give the youth before him a savage beating.

"Miss Linna, will this do? Can we go eat together now?" Fang Jiang changed the subject, turning to Yang Linna and speaking gently.

Seeing the finger marks on Fang Jiang's face, Yang Linna felt no stir within her, and even felt a little like laughing. "Mm, let's go, then." She nodded lightly and gave Di Chen an indifferent glance.

"Thank you for doing me the honor, Miss Linna. This way, please!!!" Fang Jiang inwardly counted himself lucky.

Soon, Fang Jiang and Yang Linna left the street, disappearing from Di Chen's sight.

"Let's go, Elder Wang." Di Chen had heard there was a restaurant in Domain City called the Drunken Immortal Pavilion whose food was exquisite.

"Certainly! After you, Young Master!!!" Elder Wang said excitedly. The Drunken Immortal Pavilion's culinary skill ranked among the finest in the entire Heavenly Moon Domain. Countless martial artists went in to sample its food each time, and even many disciples of the top major powers patronized the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

A long while later, Di Chen and Elder Wang arrived before an enormous building. This was the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. It had three floors: the first offered ordinary seating, the second private rooms, and the third VIP rooms. It was said that only elite disciples of major powers and clan heads were qualified to sit on the third floor.

Several powerful guards stood at the entrance to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, all of them Saint Realm martial artists.

The Drunken Immortal Pavilion belonged to the Misty Rain Pavilion and was also one of its more profitable businesses.