Boot Licking

Chapter Eight: Boot Licking

As the first golden rays of dawn gracefully broke over the distant horizon, the Clan Pavilion stirred with a vibrant flurry of activity. The crisp morning air was filled with hushed whispers and the soft sound of hurried footsteps as the clan members immersed themselves in their various tasks.

It wasn't that everyone preferred labor over cultivation; rather, not everyone possessed sufficient wealth to afford cultivating. Cultivation entails burning through wealth, and wealth doesn't simply grow on trees—although, metaphorically speaking, perhaps it does.

To cultivate, you need an extraordinary amount of wealth—a lot means truly an immense amount; wealth is never abundant enough for cultivators. To feed the Gu, you need wealth; for battle, you need wealth; for training, you need wealth; you require wealth for refinement—for everything, wealth is essential.

In the gu world, nah... in every world, Cultivators kill for wealth, and die for wealth. Fang Yuan's words were truly wisely said, "Birds die for food, and humans die for wealth."

They first aim to earn wealth to sustain their cultivation but later they get consumed by it, they first thought wealth as mere tool to attain the goals of their life but later they turn the Wealth itself to their life.

As he muttered a soft expletive under his breath, "Shit...," a surge of excitement and anticipation coursed through him about his own future—if such a thing even existed for him. The most enthralling part of the novel, for him, had always been the plundering and extortion. Whenever Fang Yuan extorted and plundered, the pleasure and satisfaction depicted were simply immeasurable.

He had frequently wondered what it would feel like to experience that in real life, but he wasn't quite that unhinged—or at least, he hadn't been. But now... a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "Hehe..."

Zaner glanced around at the clan village surrounding him, which looked as though it had been meticulously copied and pasted from ancient Chinese civilization. The traditional architecture, with its curved rooftops and intricate woodwork, painted a picturesque scene straight out of history.

The lantern-lit streets, the distant sound of traditional music, and the bustling of villagers in clothing from eras long past all contributed to the surreal atmosphere.

"Maybe I will get to know how it feels if I somehow get out of this situation," he mused to himself, contemplating the possibilities that lay before him.

Then Zaner shifted his gaze to the brain-dead, stupid, under-aged guide in front of him, brimming with pure murderous intent. 

"This way, Clan Leader, please come this way."

"You motherfucker, do you even know where it is, or are you just wasting my time?"

"No, no, believe me, Clan Leader. How can I dare to waste your precious time? I can't even have that sinful thought in my pure brain."

"Ahhh.. this damn kid, he only knows how to bootlick. Huh, bootlick... but there aren't any boots in the Gu world. How can someone lick my boot when I'm wearing bamboo sandals? Even if there were boots, why the heck would I let this fucker lick them? I wouldn't even let him touch them. Touch?... Nah... fuck! Not again."

"You have been saying this same thing for an hour now. Do you think I am stupid?"

Void didn't say anything this time because he knew he had fucked up. "I remember coming to that place when I was four years old to certify my birth with my so-called parents."

They once again made a completely useless round of the clan. "Sigh... we are hopeless..." Zaner couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"By the way, Clan Leader, do you really not know its location, or are you testing my capability to choose me as your disciple? Oh... sorry, my bad. How could I be so stupid to think that the great leader doesn't know the mere location of that trash place? Lord might be testing me. I promise I won't disappoint you."

"You don't need to know that. It's beyond a stupid kid such as you. About my disciple! Don't overestimate yourself," Zaner said with a frown.

Void was about to break again after being called a kid, but he controlled his emotions quickly. "Leader, you don't have to put on an act now. I know you are searching for a capable disciple, and let me tell you, I ain't being prideful but stating a fact. I am the best choice you could find for your disciple all over the Zorian mountain."

"Uhmm," Zaner found it stupid to converse about it any further, so he just nodded without even bothering to let those useless words pass through his sense of hearing.

"So the master agrees. Ha ha ha, even the great Clan Leader is aware of my talent and worth. What can I say, as expected of me."

Also, Great Master, this humble disciple requests that you inform my so-called father and mother. You know they are quite, no, not quite—damn annoying. They won't believe my words if I tell them I was accepted by the Great Clan Leader. In truth, they won't believe me no matter what I say, let alone something as unbelievable as this.

"Uhm..."

"Hey Great Master, also, about the thing you were teaching me..."

"Uhm..."

"Hey Great Master, also..."

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"Hey Great Master, also..."

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"Hey Great Master, also..."

"Uhm..."

"Hey Great Master, also, about that..."

"Just shut up, you damn... you remind me of that fucking annoying alarm of mine..."

"Hey, Great Master, can you tell me what an alarm is?"

This annoying motherfucker. I swear I will make him pay and regret his life itself once I fix all this bullshit.

"Hey, Master... Look, I didn't dissap..."

"Ahh... I can't take it anymore, looks like I will die by your bullshit before they kill me, I swear If you don't shut off that ass yapping mouth of yours, I will cut off your dick and make you eat it and lick it without even cooking. "

"Ohh... Master, you are so wise. I was also considering a way to rid myself of that annoyance of mine, as it always interferes with my training and is a notorious weak point of my body. If your honour could eliminate it, I would be immensely grateful."

"By the way, please look ahead. This disciple of yours has finally completed his test. Though I had to endure great hardships and dangers along the way, I succeeded. Am I not worthy enough to be your lordship's disciple now? I know I am. What am I even asking..."

Zaner ignored his words and looked ahead, "Ahh... Finally!!"

After wandering here and there for what seemed like an eternity, they finally, by some stroke of heavenly luck, arrived at a bamboo building. The building bore the words 'Clan's Ancestral Hall,' boldly written with some black blood of a wild beast.

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