"All of this is due to the Young Master’s subtle guidance; only then did I grasp what he was hinting at," Liu Boming obsequiously said.
He desperately wanted to latch onto the ship that was the delicate young man before him.
The youth, whom he called Young Master, although not the direct line of the Qinghe Marquis Mansion, was still a branch family member.
Yet even as a branch member, it was far beyond the Liuu family’s reach.
Not to mention the Qinghe Marquis’s Secondary Fourth-Rank position, this delicate youth’s father alone was a Secondary Sixth-Rank martial official within Dongling County, wielding significant power.
He understood that if he could establish a connection with the Qinghe Marquis Mansion, his status in the Liuu family would greatly improve.
So today, he cherished, cherished this opportunity.
The crowd began to form a long line.
Jiang Yiming stood slightly towards the back of the line, holding the hundred tael silver note Liuu Wanwan had just given him, and the birth registration document issued by the official residence.
The birth registration was a vital proof of his age and birthplace.
The Martial Arts Garden in Dongling City only admitted individuals from counties, towns, and villages within Dongling County’s scope.
Therefore, birth registration proof was crucial.
Individuals of unclear origin or dubious background were not eligible to join the Martial Arts Garden.
At the same time, age verification was also important.
The Martial Arts Garden only admitted recruits below eighteen years of age.
Once one reached a certain age, one was ineligible to join.
Of course, so-called proofs could be tampered with through bribery.
But as long as it wasn’t excessive, the Martial Arts Garden wouldn’t delve too deeply into it.
"Kid, move back a bit!" Just as the queue slowly moved forward, a rough voice suddenly sounded beside Jiang Yiming’s ear.
Simultaneously, he felt a broad hand land on his shoulder.
This broad hand, like a tiger’s claw, instantly locked his shoulder tightly.
In the next moment, the hand exerted force.
Jiang Yiming’s body swayed slightly before remaining fixed in place.
In contrast, the tall, burly youth behind him staggered slightly, nearly falling headlong into the people in front.
"Kid, you dare resist?" The burly youth, sensing the eyes upon him, glared at Jiang Yiming, filled with rage.
Jiang Yiming glanced at him, seemingly considering something, then silently stepped back half a step.
"At least you know your place!"
The burly youth, somewhat smug, stepped into the queue, standing in front of Jiang Yiming.
Jiang Yiming smelled a strong odor of body odor.
He couldn’t help but wrinkle his brow and held his breath.
Meanwhile, seeing the minor conflict resolved, the crowd around quickly withdrew their gazes.
"Judging by his clothes, surely he’s from a small place; how would they dare to clash with us from Dongling City!!"
Upon hearing the whispers from around him, Jiang Yiming’s expression remained unchanged.
He understood that it wasn’t the right time for a confrontation.
Because the Martial Arts Garden personnel had just stated that noise was strictly forbidden, and violators would have their applications canceled, never to be accepted.
With this warning, if he got into a conflict with this burly youth, trouble would likely arise.
Endure for the moment, and all will be calm; take a step back, and the heavens broaden.
He chose to temporarily retreat a step.
A Martial Arts Garden disciple maintaining order looked in Jiang Yiming’s direction.
"But with Young Master’s orders, mere endurance won’t allow him to pass smoothly!"
He withdrew his gaze, chuckling.
He was in no hurry, waiting for the conflict to occur; then he would step in.
According to the Martial Arts Garden’s rules, he would cancel Jiang Yiming’s qualification, expelling him from the domain, and no one could object.
Moreover, being a nephew of an Eighth Grade martial official from a distant county wasn’t enough to make him apprehensive.
Sensing Jiang Yiming behind him as if nothing had happened, the burly youth felt uneasy.
Originally, he intended to provoke Jiang Yiming through line cutting, leading to a conflict, completing the Lord’s orders.
He hadn’t anticipated Jiang Yiming’s restraint despite his confrontation despite his hot-blooded age, leaving him momentarily without an excuse to act.
With a ruthless decision in his heart, he made up his mind.
"Kid, you dare bump into me?" The burly youth reached out, grabbing Jiang Yiming’s collar, with a fierce expression.
Jiang Yiming frowned slightly.
Someone is targeting me!
He then thought to himself, What would Uncle do?
In the next instant, his gaze rapidly swept around for no result.
"Kid, you dare to look down on me!!" Observing Jiang Yiming’s indifferent demeanor, the burly youth swung his fist, the size of a sandbag.
Jiang Yiming raised his hand, grabbing the burly youth’s right hand firmly.
The burly youth sensed his right fist locked by what felt like iron fingers, unable to move Jiang Yiming’s hand one bit.
His heart raced with fear.
He instantly felt the overwhelming gap between himself and Jiang Yiming.
Just then, a shout came from nearby.
"What are you doing?"
Upon hearing the commanding shout, the hesitation in the burly youth’s eyes turned to resolve.
He raised his right knee, aiming forcefully at Jiang Yiming’s lower body.
Jiang Yiming’s expression changed, raising his leg to block.
The burly youth’s upward knee stopped mid-air, feeling pain from the leg bone.
He loudly emitted exaggerated screams.
The sound attracted considerable attention at the relatively quiet entrance of the Martial Arts Garden.