First Order Of Business...Slap Someone

Pain.

That was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. A very painful, soul-deep pain, as if someone had taken a rusty sword, and carved out every last bit of my self- worth.

I tried to move, but crack! A sharp jolt shot through my ribs. I looked down at my new body. Weak? Weak? And, bruised like a ripe peach!.

Wait. Why am I weak?

The memories hit me all at once.

I was Long Fei Jian, the Supreme Lord of the Four Worlds. A name that made gods shake with fear and demons bow. I was at the peak of my cultivation, almost at the point of mastering the Yellow Sword. And then--boom! That dangerous white jade beauty and my trusted same sect disciple betrayed me!

And now? I was some no-name loyal sect student in the lowest-ranking sect. The weakest of the weak?.

"Hey, trash, still alive?" A grating voice broke through my thoughts.

I turned my head. Standing over me was a young man in fancy robes, his foot staying just too close above my ribs. His face screamed arrogant young master, and the memory of him flashed in my mind. Zhao Han, one of the sect elder's son.

Ah. Perfect.

His foot came down.

Smack!

Before he could register what happened, my palm was already deeply set in a part of his face.

Silence.

Everyone watching sucked in a breath. Even Zhao Han looked like he couldn't understand the situation.

"You..." His voice shook shock.

"You dare hit me?" I flexed my fingers. That slap felt wonderful.

I stood up, dusted myself off, and cracked my neck. "Sorry, my hand slipped. Here, let me fix it."

Smack!

His other cheek met my palm.

This time, he flew. Launched straight into the crowd like a poorly folded dumpling.

The other sect students stared.

Zhao Han twitched on the ground. "Y-You...My father is a sect elder! You're dead! You're so--" I took a step forward. He moved up quickly with his hands like a rat.

"I... I'll be back with my father!" He screeched, and ran like his life depended on it.

I rolled my shoulders. Ah, yes. Revenge was going to be fun.

I barely had time to admire my new body's physique before the sky darkened. A sudden rush of terrible qi filled the air. The crowd parted like a sea as an old man in black robes moved towards me with extreme anger in his eyes.

While Zhao Han, came skidding to a stop behind him, holding his swollen cheeks. "F-Father! He attacked me!"

Elder Zhao narrowed his eyes at me. "You dare strike my son?"

I smiled a little. "I dare to do a lot of things, old man." Sudden, short breaths rippled through the crowd.

"Elder Zhao is in the Foundation Establishment realm.." one of the sect student whispered.

Another gulped. "That's at least ten levels above outer sect students like us. That guy's dead."

Elder Zhao extended his palm, his qi energy crackling as he did so. "You will kneel."

I yawned. "Nah." His attack shot forward.

I tilted my head a little, and the energy blast missed me by a hair.

The crowd froze.

Elder Zhao's face twitched. "Hmph, you avoided by luck."

I grinned. "Try again."

This time, he used both hands. His energy suddenly increased. Its powerful force capable of shattering giant rocks.

I watched him gather his strength... and then I walked forward.

"Hmph! Arrogant fool! Take this- -"

Slap!

The whole sect students went dead silent.

Elder Zhao's face whipped to the side from the effect of my palm. A deep red mark began forming on his cheek.

I leaned in. "How's that for 'luck'?"

He suddenly tripped while walking back, shaking, eyes wide in shock. Elder Zhao had just been slapped by an outer sect student.

Zhao Han's jaw hit the ground.

The watching sect students held their heads.

I stretched my fingers and sighed. "That was satisfying."

And just like that, word spread like wildfire.

The weakest disciple in the sect had slapped both an elder, and his son on the same day.

I had just arrived, but my legend was already beginning.

The moment my palm left Elder Zhao's face, I knew I had committed a great sect-wide crime! I had bruised an elder's fragile ego.

The crowd was still frozen, some disciples looking between me, and the elder like they couldn't believe they were still breathing after witnessing such blasphemy.

Zhao Han's face was a masterpiece of terror. His eyes darted from his father to me, as if trying to process whether he should run, or start crying.

Elder Zhao, meanwhile, was shaking. His hands clenched, and unclenched, his spiritual energy blazing up unsteadily, like a fire about to explode into an inferno.

"You… You dare—!"

I sighed, rubbing my wrist. "Look, old man, it was just a slap. If you were stronger, you wouldn't have been slapped in the first place. That's on you, not me."

Someone in the crowd choked.

"D-Does he have a death wish?" one disciple whispered.

"That's Elder Zhao! Even inner disciples wouldn't dare talk to him like this!"

Elder Zhao's face turned an even deeper shade of purple. He was fuming. His hand trembled, an energy attack forming in his palm.

Oh? He really was going to try again?

Boring.

I took a step forward. And just like before, he flinched.

Oh. Oh. He was scared

The realization hit me like enlightenment.

This old fool, this so-called "powerful sect elder," had been slapped in front of the entire sect by what was supposed to be a weak outer disciple, and he didn't even know how it happened.

And now?

Now, he was afraid I'd do it again.

I smiled. "Go ahead. Try it."

I even spread my arms out, making myself an open target.

The watching disciples lost their minds.

"This guy is insane!"

"Does he think he's invincible?!"

"He's either a madman or a hidden expert!"

Elder Zhao's face twitched. He was hesitating.

Oh, this was priceless.

I took another step forward, casually rolling my shoulders like I had all the time in the world. "What's wrong, Elder Zhao? Not going to teach me a lesson? Or do you want another..."