Translator: Misty Cloud Editor: Misty Cloud
Helian Jiao Er at first sounded like she was making considerations on Helian Wei Weiâs behalf, but in fact, when these kind of words were spoken under these circumstances, everyone not only wouldnât sympathize with Wei Wei, they would even believe that sheâd just finished inspecting the armaments so quickly only for the purpose of drawing everyoneâs attention.
As expected, once the sound of Helian Jiao Erâs words dropped, the gaze everybody used to look at Wei Wei immediately became even more disdainful.
âSome people really know how to act.â
âIsnât that just the way it is. This is merely one trick after another. No wonder she could curry Grandmaster Zi Zunâs favor.â
âClearly doesnât even know what an armament is, yet still putting on an act there in order to arouse the judging panel membersâ attention. Truly is disgusting.â
One by one by one, the sounds of mockery circulated over. Helian Jiao Erâs pair of eyes slightly lowered as her vermillion lips curved into a smile. What she wanted was exactly this effect...
Even if this slut wouldnât fly into a rage like she used to.
Her aim was still achieved. She just wanted this slut, who was a thorn in her eye in all aspects, to have a taste of being disdained by a crowd of thousands!
However, there wasnât a trace of change on Wei Weiâs face, and as before, only clearly carried a perverse smiling expression as she raised her wide and spacious red sleeves, as red as blood and seemed as if she was a blood lotus in the mortal world.
After that, she opened her mouth.
Pausing after each word, as weighty as a thousand pounds.
âThe judging panel members havenât announced the answer yet. Arenât you guys a bit too noisy?â
Wei Wei took the âumbrellaâ in her left hand and propped it up on the floor. That unruffled appearance, seemed to have the spirit of a queen, natural and at ease. She stood there lazily yet just like that, actually gave people a kind of formless feeling of oppression.
Having heard what was said, a young man was sitting within the private room as a trace of difficult to perceive color streaked across the tranquil depths of his eyes. Itâs impossible to decipher what this profound tint of color meant. Merely that, those two sexy thin lips seemed to have risen slightly, prominently manifesting a perverse trend.
The red haired man standing by his side rubbed his own eyes of a beast. âMaster, just now, you...smiled?â
The young man didnât speak and only looked at him, the dark black pupils slightly constricting.
The red haired man pulled back his claws, and stroked the bridge of his nose as he muttered in a whisper. âIsnât it OK if I just didnât see it correctly?
The young man then finally withdrew his gaze and said in a cold and detached voice. âYouâve already lived for far too many years. Itâs difficult to avoid your eyes becoming blurry. This Highness can understand the plight of the elderly.â
Red haired man:...
Thatâs why they say whichever kind of master one might serve, donât serve one with such a poisonous tongue that when serving him, it made you itch to grind your teeth!
Itâs simply infuriating to be angered to death, yet he couldnât be killed for it!
How was this spirit beast old!
Thatâs right!
It had lived for several thousand years or more, however, among spirit beasts, it was still desired after, alright? !
Every time those small spirit beasts saw it, their cheeks would blush and their ears steamed.
It was only because it was too devoted that it hadnât thought about the issue of finding a mate. Master now unexpectedly said that it was elderly!
Huff huff!
See how itâll transform into a younger person tomorrow!
The young manâs expression was unchanging as he just let the spirit beast behind him scratch the wall. His gaze placed in the distance fell again on the stage.
At this moment, all of the competitors had already finished choosing their own set of armaments.
All of eighteen armaments were held in the palms of the competitorsâ hands.
An elder from the judging panel stood up, his voice loud and clear. âIt looked like everybody is ready. Then right now, letâs have Young Master Wu Shuang come and announce the correct answer. Who in the actually held the armament personally made by him in their hands, we also donât know. He-he. Young Master, please!â
Jing Wu Shuang faced that elder and smiled, as warmly and elegantly as jade. When he walked, a medicinal smell drifted from his the cuff of his sleeves, and made everyone hold their breaths.
Originally, people thought that he would stand by Helian Jiao Erâs side.
Because he already reached that spot.
However, nobody anticipated that in a moment, he surprisingly stood before Wei Wei.
The two peopleâs eyes looked at each other.
Wei Weiâs eyebrows jumped.
Jing Wu Shuang merely smiled and coughed gently. âI would like to ask. Miss Helian, why did you choose this one.â
Wei Wei also smiled, however, she refused to answer this question, while the ends of her mouth raised indescribably willfully. âIt seems that the competition doesnât have a rule requiring the competitor to provide a reason for their choice.â
Regardless of whether it was the modern day or in olden times.
To really determine whether a weapon was good or bad depended only on two words: killing spirit!
Wei Wei was a person who was used to handling guns and ammunitions. It could shamelessly be said that in regards to any weapon in her presence, she merely needed to touch it to be able to ascertain whether this weapon had a âmartial spiritâ.
The âmartial spiritâ spoken about here certainly didnât mean that the weapon actually possessed a spirit inside.
Rather, itâs referring to that kind of blood-thirsty demonic nature as if it was ready and waiting for action.
Eighteen armaments. When Wei Wei first looked at them, her gaze also gravitated towards the green jade long double-edged sword that Helian Jiao Er chose. However when she truly approached these armaments, she then actually realized which one was truly the best.
The green jade long double-edged sword, regardless if it was martial qi or the way it was put together, was just perfect. Itâs possible to tell that it came from a great masterâs hands.
However...too gentle!
Maybe a lot of people thought that Young Master Wu Shuang truly was indeed a person who stood aloof from worldly affairs.
After all, in the past, each and every armament heâd made was this way.
But Wei Wei didnât believe at all that he was that gentle.
Merely from how he stepped out to help her escape Baili Jia Jueâs pursuit, one could tell that he wasnât like the kind of person rumors made him out to be.
On the contrary, having been plagued with an illness for years, with regards to a young master born into a prestigious armament family, there must be a little something hidden deep in his heart.
This also signified that his most perfect work of art, absolutely wouldnât be that lukewarm!
Of course, whatâs most important was that this âumbrellaâ in her hand simply wasnât a genuine umbrella!
Having thought to this point, Wei Weiâs thin lips curved up as her fingers slid over a delicate push button. The corners of her mouth reflected a trace of devilishness.
Now this, was where the crux of the matter was.
If she didnât guess incorrectly, this âumbrellaâ should be similar to the âWing of the Night Godâ that she made previously, possessing the best outcome from different approaches.
And again, Little White had already said that the worldâs best material for making armaments was in Jing Wu Shuangâs hand. Just how was this material different than other materials, besides Jing Wu Shuang, no one knew.
Perhaps itâs hidden within this âumbrellaâ.
Wei Wei again pushed the umbrella forward, faced Jing Wu Shuangâs somewhat deep eyes, and smiled. She didnât pay the slightest attention to the noisy surroundings.
Jing Wu Shuang softly coughed a few times, then he shook his head, truly somewhat helplessly.
Beneath the stage, sounds of curses again surged.
They didnât think that this girl who didnât know anything could be so proud!
âWhatâre you doing, the young master only saw that sheâs too pitiful, so heâs just helping her out by asking her for the reason she chose the umbrella. Sheâs a character, all right, really taking herself seriously.â
The personal maid standing by Helian Jiao Erâs side disdainfully pursed her lips.
Helian Jiao Er narrowed her eyes and didnât speak. Within her eyes was varying degrees of self-satisfaction. No matter what was going on with that slut, this time, the person who won would certainly be her!
However...
No matter what, Helian Jiao Er couldnât imagine that Jing Wu Shuang unexpectedly, following the next cough, would pick up the umbrella in Wei Weiâs hand!