TGCFNM -Chapter 256 We Want to Make Money

Uncle Wu let out a deep sigh. “It’s more than just troublesome.”

“These two sects have intermarried for generations. They’re basically considered one entity. If even one person breaks the engagement, the two sects could become sworn enemies from then on. And you, sir, would be remembered with a grudge. Martial artists don’t care about imperial laws.”

Chu Ling couldn’t help but ask curiously, “But earlier, Huang Jian and Deng Feihua got a divorce, didn’t they?”

“Their sects don’t have such deep connections. The marriages of their disciples are handled personally by themselves.” Uncle Wu looked at Yun Aoxue. “But Po Yun Sect and Li Shui Sect are different. The marriages of their disciples are personally arranged by their sect leaders and announced to the world. Moreover, these two aren’t just symbols of harmony between the sects—they’re also elders who handle affairs jointly for the sects.”

If two elders go through a divorce, it’s not only a laughingstock for outsiders—it’s also a spectacle for the disciples within the sect.

By reaching this point, Uncle Wu was actually trying to persuade Yun Aoxue to give up. After all, her sect leader would absolutely never allow her to divorce, so why drag an imperial official into this mess?

But Yun Aoxue simply stared at Chu Ling without a hint of hesitation.

Something stirred in Chu Ling’s heart, and she suddenly asked, “Uncle Wu, you said after this trial, there shouldn’t be any foolish people coming to provoke us, right?”

Uncle Wu didn’t understand why Chu Ling asked this all of a sudden, but he still nodded.

At that moment, Wan Sanjin also realized what was going on and looked at Uncle Wu. “We want to make money!”

Uncle Wu furrowed his brow. “Huh?”

Make money? From fools who dare provoke them?

Who would be so foolish… today on the streets, everyone is watching… no way! Could it be what he’s thinking?

“You want to preside over Yun Aoxue and Zhang Zhenfeng’s divorce case, so people from the two sects will come to trouble you, and then you can beat them up and threaten them to pay you to let them go?” Uncle Wu stared at them in shock.

Quickly tell him it’s not true—it’s all his wild imagination!

Wan Sanjin said excitedly, “Exactly!”

Su He quietly added from the side, “It’s also a good chance to test our martial arts against real martial artists and see how we measure up.”

“We can make money, buy snacks, buy meat,” Xiao Hua said happily.

Zhang Dong also smiled shyly. “I can get better horseshoes for Zhuifeng.”

Uncle Wu felt his chest tight again… wait, there’s no courthouse here. How are you supposed to hold a trial?

Chu Ling looked at Yun Aoxue with delight and suggested, “Let’s hold the trial at the Fulai Inn. It’s spacious and busy. Your divorce will be public knowledge—word will spread from person to person, and soon everyone will know about it.”

Yun Aoxue didn’t hesitate at all and immediately nodded. “Fine.”

Uncle Wu closed his eyes. At his age, why did he have to meet such people?

After Chu Ling invited everyone in and discussed the details, she asked Yun Aoxue many questions. Su He also brought paper and pen from the teahouse, recording Yun Aoxue’s testimony in full, and then had her sign and seal it.

Chu Ling looked at the papers in her hand, frowning slightly. “Zhang Zhenfeng really has no sense of responsibility, and his cousin’s husband is his own junior disciple. Even a rabbit won’t eat the grass by its own burrow.”

Yun Aoxue sighed. “It was a sect assignment. By coincidence, these two met and traveled together. Along the way, they encountered danger, and for half a month they took care of each other. Over time, feelings developed, and they made a mistake.”

As soon as Chu Ling heard this, she sneered. “This must be Zhang Zhenfeng’s excuse.”

Yun Aoxue nodded.

“Was his cousin forced, or willing?” Chu Ling asked.

Yun Aoxue closed her eyes, her face contorted in pain. “His cousin came to find me personally. She said they were childhood sweethearts, a perfect match. And it was me who butted in and ruined their relationship…”

“And the truth?” Chu Ling asked.

Yun Aoxue bit her lip. “In fact, the marriage between the two clans also depends on mutual affection. So every year, in mid-March, both major sects hold a competition. That’s where I met him, and he…”

Chu Ling raised a hand, her expression suddenly clear. “Let me tell you.”

“When he fought you, he must have deliberately held back, and when you were about to get hurt, he grabbed your waist gently and asked, ‘Are you alright?’”

Yun Aoxue froze, as if startled. “How… how do you know?”

Chu Ling clicked her tongue. That’s the classic scumbag move: hero saves the beauty.

“You must have developed feelings for him because of that, and he kept appearing in front of you, so everything followed naturally. Now, I want to ask one last question: for such clan marriages, does it have to be a direct disciple of the sect leader? After all, your marriage carries great importance.”

Yun Aoxue nodded. “Yes.”

Chu Ling continued, “This Zhang Zhenfeng isn’t a direct disciple, right? But you are deeply favored by your sect leader.”

Yun Aoxue was completely dumbfounded. “How… how do you know that?”

Chu Ling tapped the table, looking at Yun Aoxue, then at Xiao Hua. “Now comes the important part. Xiao Hua, you must remember this carefully, so you won’t be tricked by men.”

Xiao Hua immediately propped her chin on her hands, listening intently.

Chu Ling looked at Yun Aoxue. “This is the scumbag’s method: first step, hero saves the beauty. Second step, like a peacock, show off your ‘excellence’ from every angle. Third step, tell you childhood tragedies to make you pity him. Fourth step, look at you gently and say, ‘Having you by my side for life is enough.’”

“So, do you understand?”

Xiao Hua shook her head. “No, but if it happens to me, I’ll break his hands and legs, then have you judge him.”

Chu Ling patted Xiao Hua on the head in approval. “That works too.”

Yun Aoxue looked puzzled. “Sir, is something wrong with that?”

“Of course it’s wrong. Every step he takes has a purpose—approaching with purpose, confessing with purpose, making you like him with purpose,” Chu Ling said, slapping the table seriously. “Think about it. Your other martial opponents, didn’t they stop at just sparring, keeping their distance?”

Yun Aoxue nodded vigorously.

“Because you are from the neighboring sect, a direct disciple of the sect leader, and a woman, they must treat you with courtesy and not be frivolous,” Chu Ling explained.

Yun Aoxue suddenly understood. “So I was set up… no wonder he wanted to learn my techniques. But those were given to me by my late master—I would never teach anyone else. If they were to be passed on, it would be to my own disciples.”

Chu Ling felt relieved: not foolish, there’s hope.

“By the way, your master passed away?” Chu Ling asked.

Tears welled up in Yun Aoxue’s eyes as she nodded. “The new sect leader is my master’s uncle. Ever since then, he suddenly became distant, ignoring me whenever I spoke. He can joke and chat with others, but when he sees me, he stops smiling. He belittles my skills, constantly compares me to my junior sister, making me seem worthless.”

Chu Ling widened her eyes: this scumbag really knows a lot of tricks.

“But how could that be?” Yun Aoxue didn’t understand. “What he says isn’t true. I am the strongest in the sect, and my junior sister is always trying to break his legs, because his own martial skills are poor, yet he insists on doing missions with my junior sister.”

Chu Ling was even more relieved. “Your junior sister is the sect leader’s direct disciple, right? In that case, letting her break his legs is acceptable.”

Breaking all three of his legs would be even better.