Matchmaker Yue's Balls Were a Little Sad

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"You win." Matchmaker Yue raised a hand and waved it. With a Sleeve Universe, he produced a small porcelain bottle and held it in his hand.

He murmured softly in his heart. With a swish, the little bottle vanished at once.

Qin Fen looked at the image but did not click it immediately. The monk might run, but the temple could not; the bald head might escape, but the horse head could not. This was meat on his chopping block.

"Success was Xiao He, and failure was Xiao He. An old man lost his horse—who could say it wasn't a blessing?" Qin Fen was quite kind and immediately sent a message.

What did that mean? Matchmaker Yue understood that there was something behind those words, but please, speak human.

He knew the other party was hinting at something, but how was he supposed to break this deadlock? The hatred between the two sides had accumulated for ages and could not possibly be dissolved in a short time. Whenever the older generation met, they glared and blew their beards. Even if the younger generation wanted to sit down and talk peacefully, they first had to get past the old generation.

But Matchmaker Yue was, after all, an old ghost—no, an old immortal. After a little thought, he understood. "Was someone doing this deliberately?" he asked softly. Otherwise, it would not have caused such an uproar throughout the city.

"There is no wave without wind, Daoist. Why cling to it? Go with the flow, borrow strength to strike strength, and return their own methods upon them!" Qin Fen could not help thinking of Gold-Bearded Daoist.

"You mean?" Matchmaker Yue had some idea now, but he still could not quite grasp it. To be honest, immortals were powerful in cultivation and magical power. They could turn clouds into rain with a flick of the hand, move mountains and overturn seas, foresee the future, read the changing situation, seize the initiative, and stay one step ahead. But just as Qin Fen had said, success was Xiao He, and failure was Xiao He. When facing an opponent whose cultivation was not weak, perhaps even stronger than his own—

Once the other party obscured the heavenly secrets and truly started playing tricks, immortals might not surpass mortals. After thousands of years of accumulation, many things advanced. Take Qin Fen, an ant-like fellow—when it came to scheming, he was not necessarily weaker than the other party. That was the Dao. That was accumulation.

"Someone spread your proposal and deliberately exaggerated it before both sides, all to make you fail at the last step. But how could he know that an old man losing his horse might be a blessing? Since both sides bore old grudges, we could go with the flow and turn those grudges into a feud between enemies. As the saying goes, enemies are destined to meet.

"Since he stirred up old grievances, we can set a trap around them. Heh, if you and I had a grudge, and we both served as officials in the same hall, we could not fight to the death. At most, we could quarrel. So why not change things up and become in-laws? My Jiejiao might lose, but if my son married your daughter, I'd still piss you off to death.

"My Chanjiao son marries your daughter. Didn't you always give me trouble? Fine. Your daughter will be the one taking the abuse now. If you dare trouble me, I'll make life difficult for your precious darling. Just thinking about it feels good, doesn't it?"

At first, Matchmaker Yue kept nodding. It sounded as though it made some sense. Daoist indeed deserved to be called an enlightened immortal with great wisdom. But the further he listened, the colder his sweat ran. Too shameless! You could actually come up with such a rotten idea? Are you even an immortal?

Of course it was a rotten idea. To break the deadlock, they could only play something unconventional. Qin Fen chuckled.

"B-but this goes against my original intention. Didn't you say love should be free? If we do this, the motives will be impure. I hope all lovers in the world can become married couples. I can't just tie Red Threads at random." Matchmaker Yue hesitated. This method damaged virtue too much.

Qin Fen cursed in his heart. You idiot. "When you make a match, can't you first see whether both parties are interested? If they are and their feelings are mutual, what are you worried about?" If Romeo and Juliet could come together, so could they.

"But what if we harm them in the future?"

Qin Fen was speechless. "Every heart is made of flesh. When the time comes, have them each air their grievances and explain their difficulties. Everyone is an immortal, but none has attained Supreme Forgetfulness. Their bonds cannot be cut away. How could parents not feel pain when they saw their children? After that, they would naturally exercise restraint. Take a step back and the sea and sky would open wide. Then the old grudge between the two schools could slowly be resolved, achieving several goals at once.

"The Heavenly Court belongs to everyone. It does not distinguish between schools; all are part of the Daoist School. Red flowers, green leaves, and white lotus roots—the three schools were originally one family. Why make things difficult for one's own family?"

A rotten idea was still a rotten idea, but as Matchmaker Yue listened to Qin Fen, his eyes grew brighter and brighter. Brilliant, truly brilliant! So there had been a hidden follow-up all along. When he first heard Qin Fen propose this method, he had abruptly suspected that this person was here to toy with him, perhaps with impure motives—to throw the Heavenly Court into chaos and make the immortals turn against one another. An old fox was no fool, and he had instantly doubted the other party's intentions.

First, it would weaken the Heavenly Court's strength. Second, it would make them lose face before the Buddhist School and the Demon Tribe.

But now that he thought about it, what terrifying calculation! This kind of subtle change that exploited human hearts was the most frightening, and also the most feasible. It might truly resolve, in one stroke, a stubborn problem that had plagued them for countless years.

The discord among the Heavenly Court's immortals was the Jade Emperor's heartache, and even more so a bomb that could explode at any time. He had never expected Daoist Nature to use the momentum of this Ten-Thousand Matchmaking Conference to reverse the situation. Such a thing truly required great wisdom!

"I am completely convinced. Daoist, your thoughts are meticulous and your vision far-reaching; none can compare to you. Though this method is tricky, its effects will be immense. We are far inferior. Here, on behalf of the Heavenly Court's immortals and the Jade Emperor, I thank you." Matchmaker Yue bowed toward the void. This time, it came from the heart. They were all members of the Heavenly Court. Only when the nation prospered could families thrive, and when families were harmonious, all matters prospered.

"It is nothing. Since you understand, I have further arrangements. Since the immortals are somewhat resistant to the Ten-Thousand Matchmaking Conference, hang a sheep's head while selling dog meat. Invite the immortals in the Jade Emperor's name, order the Food God to prepare a banquet, and conceal the truth in plain sight. The older generation can sit at one table; naturally, the younger generation cannot share their table. You may act freely."

He had actually straightened out such a rotten idea? He had even calculated this far? The other party's strength was truly terrifying to the extreme. Matchmaker Yue's balls no longer had any function, yet they were a little sad as well. This person's scheming was deeper than anything he had ever seen, and his cultivation was unimaginably high. If he was a friend of the Heavenly Court, then the Heavenly Court would flourish.

"Thank you, Daoist. If this plan succeeds and resolves the issue between the two schools, there will surely be a great reward in the future. This is a blessing for the Heavenly Court, a blessing for the Jade Emperor, and a blessing for all immortals. Its Merit will be immeasurable!"

Immeasurable Merit was exactly right. Qin Fen's eyes shone with an unprecedented light. This was why he had painstakingly dug pit after pit, waiting for them to jump in. Though Qin Fen possessed a mortal body, he never believed mortals were inferior to immortals. In terms of magical power, he could not compare, but in wisdom, mortal wisdom might not be inferior! Immortals? Hmph! They would wait and see.

That said, as someone from this country, Qin Fen still held a special attachment to the Heavenly Court. Heh, he did not intend to overthrow this legendary existence. Instead, he hoped it could rise, allowing the word Dao to endure longer and exist alongside the world.

Of course, aside from resolving the Heavenly Court's long-standing problems, the core purpose of this careful scheme was to earn Merit. He was not going to spend a little thought and make a small fuss. Extraordinary people did extraordinary things. Since Heaven had given Qin Fen a reasonably clever brain, then if he was going to play, he would first play big—accumulate his first pot of gold, so that he could build a true foundation for development in the Mortal Realm.

If one schemed, one had to scheme for what others had never imagined—things deemed impossible. If one earned, one had to earn more. Otherwise, even immortals could not afford these roaming fees.