The Anarchic Consort Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Provoke His Highness

Translator: Misty Cloud Editor: Misty Cloud

Beneath the clear and bright skies, Yuan Ling Xuan coldly stood on the stage. When he had just received the news, he jolted up from the wood chaise at once as his eyes brimmed with astonishment.

The Inferior Compound’s three trashes unexpectedly won? !

What the h.e.l.l was the Fine Compound doing!

Did they purposefully go easy on them?

Yuan Ling Xuan couldn’t stand it and furrowed his brows, after which he again sneered.

How could he have forgotten that a compet.i.tion’s sequence sometimes could influence a team’s morale quite a bit.

For the first two rounds, the martial qi compet.i.tion came last.

In other words, Hei Ze didn’t even have a chance to compete. If he’d competed, the result certainly wouldn’t have been the same.

Thinking this way, Yuan Ling Xuan again curled his thin lips disdainfully.

Those trash from the Inferior Compound’s luck was indeed very good. Twice in a row, they benefited from the system.

However, in this round, they could forget about having any advantages!

In all likelihood, they also knew this, that’s why they didn’t even bother to come.

Yuan Ling Xuan looked at the Inferior Compound’s completely empty compet.i.tor’s seats. His intonation lazily lengthened as he spoke to Tusu Feng at a not so distant place. “Princ.i.p.al, there’s still half an incense time, once the sandalwood finished burning, if they still haven’t appeared, then we can only decide the match based on the forfeiture rules. When that time comes, you shouldn’t s.h.i.+eld the students from your compound, otherwise, we’ll be quite bitter.”

Tusu Feng n.o.bly sat at the seat as head of the Inferior Compound, after hearing Yuan Ling Xuan’s words, he sipped a mouthful of tea, his manner of speaking was emotionless. “Right now, I’m sitting here without any authority to judge, not to mention to s.h.i.+eld.”

“The princ.i.p.al’s right, Ling Xuan, you’re thinking too much. Stand properly for a little while longer.” Master White sitting by the side gently stroked his beard, his face indescribably complacent. “In a short while, you’ll be able to come down. We’re people from the Superior Compound all year round. What’s there to waiting for them for half an incense time, don’t be impetuous.”

Yuan Ling Xuan smiled for a time. “Teacher, this student’s not being impetuous, I’m only worried that the opponent’s scared and won’t even dare to come, then the princ.i.p.al will certainly be deeply hurt.”

“You’re also right.” Master Bai feigned indifference and turned to glance towards Tusu Feng’s direction. “Princ.i.p.al, did those students from your compound even register. If they wanted to throw away the compet.i.tion, you can directly withdraw their names. After all, those who’re ordinarily too arrogant are afraid to lose face in front of so many people, unable to bear staying at the academy anymore. We totally understand. Asking Ling Xuan and company to go softer on them when competing is also possible. There’s no need to be like this, not even showing their faces.”

Tusu Feng turned the teacup in his hand, his habitually gentle voice even softer. “Who told

Master Bai that they want to throw away the match? A bit of delay, that’s all. It’s still not yet time, what’s Master Bai so anxious for.”

“Hehe, you’re right, what am I anxious for, the person who should be anxious indeed’s not me.” Master Bai’s odd manner of speech was implicitly provocative as he retracted his gaze from Tusu Feng’s body.

Tusu Feng quietly sat there gazing at the distance, his gaze falling on that sandalwood incense that’s almost extinguished.

His messenger boy stood at his side, slightly bending his body forward, reporting something.

Tusu Feng suddenly knitted his brows.

Just at this time, someone yelled. “The incense is burning out!”

The hand holding Tusu Feng’s teacup tightened, his pair of dark black pupils also immediately submerged.

The three referees mutually glanced at each other, then started to pick up the writing brush, dipped it in ink, and was going to write the two words ‘abandoned match’ under the Inferior Compound’s column when they heard a bang!

The wall around the sports stage was kicked by somebody, tearing open a hole!

White dust flew in their eyes as three human images seemed to form, each aura was different, each presence was out of the ordinary.

Nangong Lie’s eyebrows rose halfway, his entire body adorned wanton and restrainedly. He lifted his hand to press on his own hair, on the spotlessly white wrist was a string of Buddhist beads. His long and narrow eyes naughtily smiled. There’s no time to restrain the wickedness emanating from his body, such that even a corner of his eyebrows bewitched the young ladies into blus.h.i.+ng.

Next, Wei Wei stood by his side, profoundly smiling a faint smile yet not a smile. Within her languidness was a hint of character. Her left hand leisurely rolled up the sleeve on her right hand as the corners of the mouth rose a little. Compared to other women, she was much more das.h.i.+ng…

Lastly, the silver clothed black haired Baili Jia Jue stood behind them and appeared to be slowly walking over.

Wind blew on his black hair, his lengthy robe fell in the cold air filled quite densely with dust, yet seemed not the least bit soiled by it. On the contrary, a kind of n.o.ble aura that’s distinctively his leaked out, like a phantom king sitting within a decaying ancient castle, graceful, unhurried….

“Let’s go.” Wei Wei curved her lips and looked up, pausing after each word. “Let’s have them experience how arrogantly unbridled our Inferior Compound really is.”

Such a simple sentence.

Three entirely different personalities, three extraordinary figures, s.p.a.ced themselves and lined up, steeping into a bubbling cauldron of voices within the arena.

That sort of indolent att.i.tude, without regard for others, seemed to be a response to what Master Bai said just now.

That’s right!

They’re that arrogant!

Watching these several people, Master Bai’s white eyebrows gradually gathered together, displeased as he coldly humphed. “I’ve never seen anyone appearing onstage like this!”

Wei Wei and company could care less what he said as they immediately stood in front of Tusu Feng, their voices clear, every word distinct. “Representatives of the Inferior Compound for the compet.i.tion reporting!”

The referees sitting in the distance couldn’t see their facial features clearly, however, after they heard those words, they got up and again put away their writing brushes.

Tusu Feng raised his head and looked at the three most headache inducing students in front of him. His tone was gentle. “Lop off ten thousand taels, you guys still have sixty thousand.”

[Why?]

Wei Wei’s eyebrows rose. “Princ.i.p.al, we shouldn’t have been late, right?”

Seeing Master Bai’s expression that looked like he’d swallowed a housefly, they knew that they made it on time.

“Getting into a serious clash with the opponents after a compet.i.tion and causing a great disturbance, five thousand taels. After that…” Tusu Feng neither hurriedly nor slowly turned his head and glanced towards the broken wall. “Destroying academy property, five thousand taels.”

Nangong Lie remained unconvinced. “We had to take a shortcut.” If we didn’t kick down a wall, we absolutely wouldn’t have made it in time. In addition, the main point was that kicking down a wall was quite eye-catchingly cool, wasn’t it?”

Tusu Feng took a glance at Nangong Lie, a glance that seemed to be considering whether he should deduct that last five thousand taels.

Seeing this, Wei Wei turned towards Nangong Lie and flashed him a thumbs up.

Nangong Lie curved his lips into a smile, even more brilliantly than before.

Tusu Feng put down the teacup in his hand, speaking slowly. “Talking back to the princ.i.p.al, deduct another five thousand taels.”

Nangong Lie: …

Wei Wei: …

d.a.m.n, wasn’t he considering not to punish them!

“Alright, it’s your turn now, go onstage.” Tusu Feng paused, and spoke again. “If you win beautifully, I can reconsider and cancel the previous deductions.”

Mister princ.i.p.al, this kind of spank once, give one box of candy technique of yours was played too well.

Between the three of them, two of them immediately ignited with excitement, synchronized within their same small shared universe, their eyes flashed brightly as they looked at Yuan Ling Xuan onstage!

The corners of Yuan Ling Xuan’s mouth curved upwards, as if he totally didn’t think they’re worth anything at all. “Since you’ve come, then hurry up and fight. After we’re done fighting, I can finally go and take a nap.”