TGCFNM -Chapter 254 Kicked Out of the Elegant Room Again

“Master?” Wan Sanjin walked over, picking up the broken teacup with surprise. “Master, what’s wrong?”

Chu Ling forced a smile to hide her irritation. “Just thinking about being glared at earlier—it left me in a bad mood.”

Wan Sanjin let out an “oh,” placing the shattered teacup aside and trying to comfort her. “It’s nothing. We’ve all been glared at. But honestly… even glaring looks good on people. Tsk, I wonder what he really looks like.” Saying this, he instinctively touched his own face.

Su He also sat down, his eyes showing admiration. “His skeleton… you can tell just by looking that he was extremely handsome.”

Cao Tong and Yan Sheng both turned to look at Su He.

Skeleton?

What is he trying to do?

Xiao Hua continued in awe, “How could someone be this good-looking? His parents must have been stunning too.”

Chu Ling glanced at Bai Su.

Bai Su seemed to have composed herself quickly, but the slight trembling of her hands betrayed just how deep her fear and guilt ran.

“My senior sister was the most beautiful in the sect—otherwise, Bai Zhuoxing wouldn’t have taken an interest in her. As for Bai Zhuoxing…” Bai Su frowned, speaking reluctantly, “he is indeed handsome, otherwise men and women alike wouldn’t fall helplessly under his spell, like moths drawn to a flame.”

“To be honest, this ghost, Gui Wushuang, still falls short of Bai Zhuoxing. Gui Wushuang is, after all, still immature. But Bai Zhuoxing… he has maximized the use of his beauty. Every movement, every frown, every smile—perfect, like a meticulously carved doll.”

Yet beneath this doll, lay a black heart.

Chu Ling couldn’t help but study Bai Su closely. To be honest, when they first met, she had been surprised by Bai Su’s appearance, finding her to have a beauty untouched by the mortal world.

Although later she realized that Sister Su was actually quite capable with her hands and sharp with her words.

Still, the Bai family’s genes were incredible!

Ghost Scholar spoke from the side, “Right now Bai Zhuoxing should be in Tianjian City. So if Gui Wushuang is here, sooner or later he will die at Bai Zhuoxing’s hands. Why risk yourself?”

Bai Su lowered her brows, worry surging. “You forget—Gui Wushuang carries the Blood Gu. If Bai Zhuoxing gets hold of it, it will be a disaster. Gui Wushuang must die, and in the end, he must also be burned…”

Saying she wasn’t concerned would be a lie. After all, Gui Wushuang was not only Bai Zhuoxing’s son but also the only bloodline of her senior sister.

But for the sake of saving more lives, this Blood Gu must be destroyed, and Gui Wushuang must die.

Bai Su couldn’t help but close her eyes, her expression full of pain.

Chu Ling felt a headache coming on as well. Looking at the people following Gui Wushuang, she realized that killing him would be harder than climbing to the heavens.

And she still had to find a reason to kill him. She couldn’t just say, “I was glared at, so I’m going to kill,”—she wasn’t crazy.

After a moment, Bai Su gently placed her hand on Chu Ling’s wrist and whispered, “This matter requires careful planning; we must not act rashly.”

Ghost Scholar added, “In truth, Bai Zhuoxing capturing Gui Wushuang and Gui Wushuang’s death are one and the same. Bai Zhuoxing will surely try to extract the Blood Gu at Tianjian Sect. Once he does, Gui Wushuang will die. If we capture Bai Zhuoxing through Mei Zhongxue, it’s like killing two birds with one stone.”

Chu Ling suddenly felt no regret giving all three stone lotuses to Mei Zhongxue.

This Mei Zhongxue is genuinely useful!

“Master! Master!” Wan Sanjin suddenly shouted, making Chu Ling jump.

“Master, you were spacing out?” Wan Sanjin asked.

Chu Ling shook her head decisively. “No, I was thinking about a money-making plan.”

“Let’s say, tomorrow morning we stroll around the marketplace and see if there’s anything worth buying,” Wan Sanjin suggested.

Chu Ling nodded: “Of course it’s good to buy things. But is there a Tian Sheng Grand Bank here?”

Uncle Wu smiled: “Naturally.”

Chu Ling’s expression lit up as if she had discovered a new continent: “So martial artists actually know how to save money?” She then curiously looked at Cao Tong and Yan Sheng.

Both shook their heads; they didn’t have any money to save.

Chu Ling took the tea that Xiao Hua had poured again, holding it in her hands: “Actually, just walking around is good too. If we run into some clueless ones again, I’ll just step on them and demand money. If they don’t pay, I won’t even carry them away.”

Wan Sanjin stroked his jaw: “That’s actually a method.”

Uncle Wu let out a helpless chuckle: “Today, you’ve at least settled the scene. Anyone else trying to cause trouble will have to think twice.”

Chu Ling looked a little disappointed: “So there are no clueless ones?”

Uncle Wu hesitated to answer…

At that moment, there was a bang, and the door to the elegant room suddenly got kicked open. A figure charged in, pointing at them and yelling: “This room is ours! You all get out!”

Chu Ling: “……”

Does she have a grudge against the elegant room? Every time they go there, someone kicks the door?

Uncle Wu stood up immediately, his eyes flashing with a fierce light as he looked at them: “Who are you, daring to cause trouble right under my eyes? Don’t you know that the Floating Cloud Teahouse is also my shop?”

The person froze for a moment, then said: “What’s it to you? You’re running a business here. Shouldn’t we be allowed to use it? Or is this just for your own use?”

Uncle Wu frowned deeply, too lazy to waste words: “Who is your sect master? Bring him out for a meeting. I want to see who dares cause trouble in my shop.”

The person sneered, sizing up Uncle Wu from head to toe, disdain in his eyes: “You… dare?” No sooner had the words left his mouth than his hand shot forward like a claw, a sly sneak attack.

Xiao Hua leapt forward in a single step, pulling Uncle Wu back, and swung her staff directly at the attacker.

Uncle Wu stumbled but barely regained his balance, and just as he stood firm, a sharp, crisp sound rang out. Chu Ling and the others clutched their ears, gasping as they looked at the person’s hand.

The attacker stared at his severed hand, paused for a moment, then let out a piercing, agonized scream that instantly echoed through the entire teahouse.

“What a joke!”

Xiao Hua, furious, kicked the person over, stepping on his chest. Her cute round face scrunched up in anger as she growled: “Tell me! Why did you kick our elegant room?”

At that moment, another figure suddenly charged in, aiming to sneak up on Xiao Hua.

Uncle Wu was startled, but Chu Ling and the others remained calm.

A whip flashed through the air. The intruder let out a pained cry, leaping back in shock as he stared at Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong gripped the whip, glaring fiercely at him: “Sneak attacks are for cowards! Dogs bite weaklings out on the street!”

Chu Ling was surprised: “Who taught Zhang Dong this?” He can even scold people now?

Yan Sheng and Cao Tong were even more astonished. They had thought Zhang Dong was just a horse driver, carrying a whip for the horses, but it turned out he was using it to strike people—and with such skill.

Wan Sanjin proudly patted his chest and raised an eyebrow: “Zhang Dong sure has presence! You have to both scold and hit to have presence!”

Chu Ling: Case solved.

Uncle Wu straightened his clothes, suppressing his shock, and stepped forward to look at the intruder: “Which sect do you belong to, daring to make a scene on my turf?”

One person stepped forward and smiled at Uncle Wu: “They’re from a newly emerged sect called Tiandì Sect. Their master is Ma Lianhai, the same one you once beat up. No wonder they didn’t recognize you and came to kick your door.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the two troublemakers completely wilted. They were too guilty to even raise their heads. After all, their master had already been defeated by someone, so causing trouble here could very well cost them their lives.