Chapter 284: A Happy Marriage

Feeling uneasy under Lin Dong’s gaze, Wan Shuiyong wanted to lash out, but he was afraid Lin Dong might have significant connections in Qiufeng City. After much hesitation, he held back and asked in a low voice, “What’s your surname, sir?”

His identity couldn’t be revealed. As a local official, even if his relationship with Li Jiancheng was special, he could at most play tricks during performance evaluations. Unless he could bribe the Ministry of Personnel to change the evaluation, suspension or dismissal would take at least half a year. With a new branch about to open in Jiuhu City, the last thing he wanted was to offend the local officials.

So Lin Dong remained silent, just staring at Wan Shuiyong, occasionally making clicking sounds with his mouth.

Wan Shuiyong grew impatient. As he spoke, the fat on his face trembled. “Sir, you…”

Suddenly, Lin Dong slapped the table and praised, “Good! Truly befitting the magistrate of Jiuhu County—beautiful and dignified. She’ll definitely be a virtuous wife and mother in the future! Judge Jiang, you’re lucky.”

Boom…

The hall instantly erupted into chaos. The influential figures present had unreadable expressions. If such words came from an ordinary person, it could only mean they were insane.

But a martial artist with connections to the upper echelons of Qiufeng City? How could such a person be insane?

Calling Wan Shuiyong beautiful and dignified, a virtuous wife and mother, and praising Judge Jiang as lucky—the meaning was all too obvious.

“Sir…” Judge Jiang collapsed to his knees in terror. “I am guilty! I repent! Please spare me, sir.”

“Why would Judge Jiang say such things? Could it be he’s blaming me for not bringing a gift?” Lin Dong chuckled, took a copper coin from the mobile cabinet, leaped up, tore off a piece of the red “Xi” character on the wall, wrapped the coin inside it, and tossed it to Jiang Dening. “I came in a hurry. Judge Jiang and County Magistrate Wan, please don’t hold it against me.”

Jiang Dening was stunned, staring at the red envelope that landed gently on his arm, his mind in turmoil.

Wan Shuiyong stared at Lin Dong, his chubby body trembling slightly as his lips murmured words, his face turning purple with anger.

Yun Lan gently bumped into Lin Dong’s arm and laughed lightly, “You’re really good at causing trouble. How did you even think of such a thing?”

Lin Dong smiled calmly. “Meeting is fate. Since we’re fated, how can I let them live in shame forever without leaving a mark in their hearts that will last a lifetime? How can I live up to this fate?”

Yun Lan was both amused and exasperated. “Having fate with you is truly a tragic thing.”

“That depends on the person,” Lin Dong said with a smile. “Fate can be good or bad. Take us two for example—our fate is undoubtedly excellent.”
Yun Lan was speechless. What did he mean by “us two”?
Finally, Wan Shuiyong, who had been trembling nonstop, erupted. His arms, as thick as others’ thighs, rose and pointed at Lin Dong. His purple lips managed to utter a few words after a long while: “Get up!”
“Does the county magistrate need a wedding officiant?” Lin Dong stood up, laughing. “Look at me—I completely forgot that a wedding does require an officiant.”
Wan Shuiyong’s trembling grew faster. When had he ever said he needed an officiant?
Walking over to the two of them, Lin Dong clapped his hands and declared loudly, “Everyone here are prominent figures in Jiuhu County. Today, let’s all witness the joyous occasion of Judge Jiang marrying Lady Fourteen!”
The opening was a bit dry and lacking in passion, but upon hearing this, the wealthy locals who had crowded in to watch stepped back. Even the influential figures in Jiuhu County retreated outside one after another.
A judge marrying the county magistrate—it might be interesting to watch, but after that, killing them to silence them wasn’t possible. But meeting them again in the future would be embarrassing.
“Gentlemen, even if you won’t give face to me, you should at least give face to Judge Jiang and the county magistrate, right?” Lin Dong slammed his fist on the table with a loud bang, shattering it into pieces of wood.
“If spiritual energy is infused into the table and controlled more effectively, allowing it to spread inside,” Yun Lan gently reminded him at the right moment, “the table could be shattered even more completely.”
“Spread inside?” Lin Dong froze, seemingly realizing something. His right palm began to itch slightly, and his gaze involuntarily shifted to another table.
“You bastard!” Wan Shuiyong roared, veins bulging on his forehead. “Mocking an official appointed by the court—do you know what crime that is?”
Lin Dong immediately abandoned the idea of testing another table to see if it could be shattered even more. Glancing at the influential figures who were too afraid to leave the hall, his gaze slowly settled on Wan Shuiyong’s face.
“If it’s just a seventh-rank county magistrate mocking an official, I remember that ordinary people get a hundred lashes and twenty years in prison.”
“You still dare to act so boldly despite knowing that?” Wan Shuiyong snapped.
Lin Dong took out his warrior card and waved it in front of Wan Shuiyong, smiling. “If I’m not mistaken, warriors can have half of their punishment reduced. And other crimes can also be paid off with silver—seventy grams of silver per lash, one hundred grams per year? In total, it should be less than two thousand grams of silver, right?”

Wan Shuiyong’s gaze froze for a moment before he snapped angrily, “Don’t think just because you’re a warrior makes you special. Mocking an imperial official like this is a disgrace to our Great Han Nation. The entire incident must be reported in detail—Tianwei Pavilion won’t stand by idly.”
“Is that so? County Magistrate Wan can give it a try. Of course, be careful about your whole family,” Lin Dong said leisurely. “Warriors are exempt from punishment for killing, and it seems they can even pay with silver to avoid punishment for killing officials’ relatives.”
Wan Shuiyong was stunned. Weren’t warriors always people busy with cultivation and indifferent to the world? This person didn’t seem like a warrior at all—his menacing intensity even surpassed that of an official.
“Come on! I have other things to do, and it’s almost time. Let’s start now.”
Lin Dong, unwilling to waste any more time, stepped forward, grabbed Wan Shuiyong and Jiang Dening one each by the arms, and no matter how they struggled, his iron-clad grip held them firmly.
He dragged the two to the center of two candlesticks as thick as thighs, threw them down, and then shouted loudly.
“First, a bow to heaven and earth!”
Grasping their heads, Lin Dong smirked coldly before slamming them down.
Bang!
The two muffled sounds sounded especially terrifying to the wealthy families, especially with the two blood arrows appearing at that moment, adding to the grim atmosphere.
“Next, a bow to one’s elders!”
Lin Dong spun the two around like tops and slammed them down toward several servants.
Bang! Before the servants could run away, their heads hit the ground. Blood splattered, and they collapsed, screaming in pain.
Spirit energy flowed into their bodies. Jiang Dening and Wan Shuiyong realized in horror that the nightmare wasn’t over yet.
“Then, a bow between husband and wife!”
Lin Dong twisted his wrist, forcing the two to kneel face to face. Seeing each other’s blood-streaked faces, they were devastated.
Boom!
With a loud crash, their heads collided violently before they both flew backward.
Seeing them faint again, Lin Dong smiled as he poured spirit energy into their bodies, then shouted, “Finally, send them to the bridal chamber!”
Boom…
The hall became lively. Everyone gave in—since things had gone this far, embarrassment upon future encounters was inevitable. Today, they would enjoy the spectacle to the fullest.
In no time, Lin Dong stripped off the two’s upper clothes, took a rope from the mobile counter, and gave Liu Hua a signal.
Liu Hua rushed over happily, took the rope, and didn’t forget to slap Jiang Dening hard in the face: “You like to act like an animal? Today, you’ll get your just deserts.”

After Liu Hua quickly tied the two of them face to face, Lin Dong stepped forward, forcing their mouths to meet, then clapped his hands. Scanning the faces of the people in the hall, he said leisurely, “The rest is probably too unpleasant for everyone to watch, so…” The wealthy lords, as if granted amnesty, turned around and fled at full speed. Along the way, their once panicked expressions suddenly turned into bright smiles. Although this wedding banquet might bring some future troubles, it was still worth it to witness the marriage of the first couple in the Great Han Nation. In thirty to fifty years, this incident could even be used as an anecdote when doing business. “Congratulations to Judge Jiang and County Magistrate Wan on their happy marriage.” Lin Dong bowed to Jiang Dening and Wan Shuiyong, then turned to look at the servants who dared not move, approaching a round table. He lifted the table top and slapped it—spirit energy flowed through his palm into the table. Following Yun Lan’s advice, he tried to keep the spirit energy hidden, but when he could no longer control it, he suddenly raised his palm. Boom… The entire table instantly shattered into pieces of wood flying everywhere. It was indeed much smaller than before, showing an increased power. Satisfied, Lin Dong clapped his hands again and looked at the servants’ faces, his expression darkening. “I’ll come check on them anytime within three days. If I find their ropes untied or them moved, I’ll kill you all… Will eighteen thousand taels of silver be enough?” The servants retreated in terror. Their monthly salary was only one or two taels of silver—losing their lives wasn’t worth it. “Also, you two…” Lin Dong pointed at two of the servants. The two collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen. Lin Dong took out four golden ingots and threw them at their feet, smiling. “Prepare a set of drums and gongs. Beat them all day long in the streets, announcing that Judge Jiang has married County Magistrate Wan as his fourteenth wife. They’re welcoming guests at the gate, hoping someone will come to congratulate them at Jiang’s residence.” “One… day?” The two servants were stunned. “Yes! You have two days—enough time for you and your families to leave Jiuhu County, right?” Lin Dong laughed. “That’s enough, enough…” Instead of being panicked, they were overjoyed. Twenty taels of gold each meant more than a decade’s worth of salary. They could take their families and find a new place to live, no longer needing to work as servants. They could even rent a smaller shop and become their own bosses. The other servants, who had been secretly glad they hadn’t been chosen, now stared at those golden ingots with envy in their eyes. “Old Huang, are you satisfied?” Lin Dong looked at the Huang Wanli family, who had been in a daze.

Huang Wanli shuddered, immediately attempting to bow, but an invisible force stopped his knees from bending downward.
“Mr. Huang, there’s no need for such formality. Let’s go!”
Lin Dong smiled as he picked up Jiang Dening and Wan Shuiyong, who were tied together, and strode toward the door.