# Chapter 899: Jiang Llama? (Bonus Chapter)
Jiang Nan quickly led Zhong Yingxue and the others toward the academy gate!
Chen Daoyi stamped his cane, a cold smirk on his face: "Not letting me in? This is the first time I've heard of it. In all the world, is there anywhere this old man can't go?"
"Xiao Chuihuo, you're tough now, are you? What if I insist on entering today?"
Xiao Chuihuo's face was ashen: "Where you go is none of my business, but this is Pioneer Academy!"
"A man like you doesn't deserve to enter! Otherwise, I'd be letting down the old brothers in the nursing home, betraying the comrades who died on the battlefield! Dishonoring the very name 'Pioneer'!"
"They're all watching me from above, Xiao Chuihuo!"
Chen Daoyi sneered: "Don't flatter yourself. 'Pioneer'? You?"
"They died because they were foolish, incompetent. In times of chaos, protecting yourself is what matters!"
"Don't try to intimidate me with your 'Fire God' title. You have no face with me. Back then, I stood while you knelt! Today, I stand while you sit!"
His gaze fell on Xiao Chuihuo's legs, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Not bad! You haven't wasted these twenty-odd years!"
With that, he lifted his cane and jabbed it at Xiao Chuihuo's chest, pushing the wheelchair backward.
Xiao Chuihuo's face turned livid, his hands gripping the wheelchair armrests, veins bulging!
But he couldn't stand up. Zhao Dezhu's eyes were bloodshot; he clenched his fist, ready to fight him.
"The hell you asking for a beating, are you?"
Chen Daoyi laughed coldly: "Oh? You want to hit me? Go ahead, try it!"
Just as Zhao Dezhu was about to strike, Xiao Chuihuo grabbed him, shaking his head.
Families like the Chen Clan did indeed have deep foundations!
A conflict here could lead to all sorts of headaches.
Chen Daoyi lightly tapped his cane: "Enough nonsense. I'm here for Jiang Nan. Have him come out and see me!"
Zhao Dezhu was stunned, sneering inwardly. Your precious little vest has been tempered into a thick coat by Jiang Nan. So even you can't sit still, huh?
"Looking for someone? Fine. Go fill out a form at the guard booth over there. Follow the procedures."
Chen Daoyi glared: "What did you say?"
Just then, Jiang Nan strolled over, hands in his pockets, a brilliant smile on his face.
"Headmaster? Master Pillar? What's all the chatter about? Sounds lively!"
Zhao Dezhu curled his lip: "Some random guy insists on entering the academy. I told him to fill out a form at the guard booth, but he wouldn't."
Chen Daoyi fumed: "Who are you calling a random guy?"
But seeing Jiang Nan approach, he decided to let it slide. At least he'd met him.
Chen Daoyi stiffly looked at Jiang Nan: "I sent you an invitation. Why didn't you come?"
Jiang Nan scratched his head: "Huh? What invitation? I don't know anything about it."
Chen Daoyi's expression stiffened. He shot a furious glance at Chen An, then smacked the back of his head with a big hand.
"You little bastard, how do you handle things?"
Chen An held his head, looking wronged.
"But I gave it to him! I clearly—"
Before he could finish, Jiang Nan asked in confusion: "And you are?"
Chen Daoyi said flatly: "Head of the Chen Clan! Chen Daoyi. You should know who I am, boy. Whose spiritual arts have you been using, hmm?"
Jiang Nan was startled, his face turning pale, then breaking into a radiant smile.
"Heavens! So you're the esteemed Chen Daoyi, a junior senior! What a small world we live in, a-giao I li-giao giao! A pleasure to meet you!"
As he spoke, he hurried forward, extending his hand for a handshake.
At this moment, both Zhong Yingxue and Xiao Chuihuo looked suspicious.
Jiang Nan being this obedient?
Has the sun started rising from the west? And what in the world was that weird proverb?
What was the second half of that "Dragon King Temple" saying supposed to be?
Chen Daoyi smiled as well. So he hadn't come because he didn't receive the invitation? It wasn't that he was disrespecting the Chen Clan.
He couldn't understand what Jiang Nan was saying, but the humble attitude was there. The boy knew his place after all.
He might as well give him face. After all, they'd be family one day.
So he extended his hand as well, ready to shake.
But he grasped nothing but air.
Jiang Nan's small hand whipped around and delivered a loud slap to Chen Daoyi's face, using the Whirlwind Palm Technique!
*Smack!*
A crisp sound echoed. Chen Daoyi, completely unprepared, had his face turned to the side.
He spun a full circle on the spot, dumbfounded.
Absolute silence fell over the air, thick with awkwardness.
Xiao Chuihuo and Zhao Dezhu were stunned. They quickly turned their faces away, stifling their laughter.
Pfft~
You've got some nerve. You really went through all that trouble just to slap the man.
Chen An's eyes were red, his face full of shock.
"Damn! Dad!"
Chen Ling was dumbfounded too. The head of the Chen Clan, slapped right in the face?
A slap that spun a man full circle? What kind of palm technique was that?
And Chen Xi, standing off to the side, stared blankly at Jiang Nan, covering her mouth in disbelief.
From the moment he appeared, her gaze hadn't left him.
That handsome face capable of captivating nine billion girls made her heart race.
He was even more handsome in person than in pictures. But that slap had come so out of nowhere!
Chen Daoyi's eyes were bloodshot. He still hadn't processed what happened.
Holding his cheek, dumbfounded.
Wasn't he about to shake hands? Did he just slap me? How dare he?
[From Chen Daoyi, Resentment +1000]
"You—"
Before he could finish, Jiang Nan tucked his small hand behind his back, revealing a simple, harmless smile.
Then he spat right at Chen Daoyi's face, showering him with spittle.
Sprinkled by the fine drizzle, Chen Daoyi's body trembled, eyes squeezed shut.
When he opened them again, they were filled with red veins, forehead bulging with anger.
He not only slapped me but spat on me too! I can even smell the milk tea!
[From Chen Daoyi, Resentment +1000]
"How dare you—"
Jiang Nan: "Pfft~ Hehehehe~"
Chen Daoyi felt his face wet again, another tremor.
"You son of a—"
Jiang Nan: "Hah~ Tui! Wahahaha~"
[From Chen Daoyi, Resentment +1001]
This wasn't just slapping my face; he didn't even treat me like a human being!
Zhong Yingxue and Xia Yao couldn't bear to watch.
Can you be any more wicked? He's still a clan head, isn't he?
Spitting on him?
Jiang Llama? Have you been possessed by Emperor Liu Bei? Why do I already hear the familiar BGM in my ears?
Watching Chen Daoyi get spat on, Xiao Chuihuo and Zhao Dezhu felt immense satisfaction. Two words came to mind: pure relief.
That was way too arrogant! How are you going to wrap this up?
As for Chen Xi, she was completely dumbfounded.
Chen Daoyi wiped the spit off his face, spiritual energy erupting from his body.
"Ahhh! I'll cripple you right now!"
Jiang Nan pointed in terror behind Chen Daoyi.
"Whoa! A Bose Body? Watch out! Get down!"
Chen Daoyi flinched, instinctively turning his head to look behind him.
Even Xiao Chuihuo and Chen An followed his gaze.
Jiang Nan gritted his steel teeth, activated Blood Incineration with all seven gates open, his arm muscles bulging. He pulled out his other gloved right hand from his pocket.
And swung it viciously at Chen Daoyi's cheek.
Chen Daoyi only felt a fierce wind rushing at him before he could see what was happening.
*Smack!* Another crisp sound. Under the Whirlwind Palm Technique's effect.
Chen Daoyi spun around once more, now facing Jiang Nan.
This time, Chen An and Chen Ling exploded!
In just this short moment, you've slapped my dad twice and spat on him three times!
Where does that leave the face of the Chen Clan?
Chen Daoyi's eyes went vacant for a split second, then refocused.
"You want me to fill out a form at the guard booth? Huh... wait, isn't Jiang Nan already here?"
"Jiang Nan! I sent you an invitation. Why didn't you come?"
Jiang Nan looked innocent: "What invitation? I never received one."
Chen Daoyi's eyes widened. He raised his hand and smacked Chen An on the back of the head again.
"You little bastard, how do you handle things?"
Chen An looked wronged.
"Dad? You already hit me just now! Why are you hitting me again?"
"Besides, Jiang Nan spat on you three times and slapped you twice. You're just letting that slide?"
"You're not hitting him, so why are you hitting me?"
Chen Daoyi froze: "What are you talking about? I never—"
Before he could finish, a crisp sound rang out. A spatial wormhole appeared beside Chen Daoyi's cheek.
A small hand reached through and gave him another light slap.
Only this time, Jiang Nan controlled his strength.
Chen Daoyi roared angrily: "You little brat, can't you handle even this simple task?"
He raised his hand and smacked Chen An again, making his head ring.
Chen An looked horrified.
What the hell is going on?
You've hit me three times over the same thing! Are you reloading a save or what?
Have you gone senile?
Jiang Nan isn't hitting you, so why are you zeroing in on me?
Chen An wanted to say more, but his gaze unconsciously fell on Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan was gently raising his palm, smiling at him.
Chen An shuddered. If he said another word, he'd get beaten again.
"Dad! I was wrong. Please continue!"
Jiang Nan: "Smart boy."
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— Author's Note: —