Masterful in the Art of War

After all that fussing around, he had no other intention—he just wanted to marry Hui Qingping.

The five Elders who understood his intentions did not know whether to laugh or cry. You? A crude brute with a foul mouth, and you wanted to marry an Elder of the Heavenly Maiden Cult?

To the five of them, this was simply a joke.

Though there had been cases in the Heavenly Maiden Cult's history of disciples getting married, those had all been situations where both parties were willing and the cult permitted it. The disciple would first leave the sect, then marry without violating its rules. Hui Qingping had worked so hard to reach the position of Elder—why would she give up a lifetime's effort to marry a crude brute like him? If this was not a joke, what was?

The five had no mood left to rebuke Wu Gongling for his outrageous insolence. This was no longer as simple as groping someone. He was pushing his luck, setting his sights on her and wanting to marry her.

The five had originally wanted to watch the Heavenly Maiden Cult make a fool of itself, but the problem was that they could not stay out of it. Wu Gongling actually wanted them to help propose the marriage and persuade the Heavenly Maiden Cult and Hui Qingping. Was that not sheer nonsense?

Yet this was precisely the kind of bastard he was. He put on the appearance of neglecting the war effort. Kill or flay him as they pleased—he was going to marry Hui Qingping!

In the end, no one knew what Wu Gongling had done, but it somehow became them patiently persuading him instead, telling him to first handle the matter in his hands. If he could not even deal with what lay