Translator: Misty Cloud Editor: Misty Cloud
In the past, after Yuan Ling Xuan said something like this, heâd hear voices of agreement follow.
But today, those four people were especially uncommunicative. This made Yuan Ling Xuan couldnât help but glance at them strangely. âWhat. You guys think that thereâs something wrong with what Iâm saying?â
Those four people first stiffened, then did their best to shake their heads as they squeezed out a stiff smiling expression. âNo. How can Young Master Yuan be wrong.â
âFine. If thereâs nothing else, you guys can go.â Yuan Ling Xuan watched these four people whoâre devoid of their usual cleverness and suddenly felt that somethingâs missing.
The servant standing by his side also was understanding. Once he heard his master say that, he promptly sent people out. When they returned, they had smiling expressions on. âYoung Master, Iâve looked into it. Thereâs a strong guy at the Good Compound. Even though his martial qiâs not great, heâs still certainly difficult to deal with. If heâs there, heâll give those guys who set their sights higher than themselves a lesson for sure!â
âTell that strong man to aim for their faces. After heâs done, I will give him a nice reward.â Yuan Ling Xuan was actually more arrogant than anyone, thanks to being a well-known figure within his clan, such that even in the capitol, not many people dared to provoke him. Forget Murong Chang Feng and Hei Ze, after all, whether in terms of their personal strength or family background, they were people comparable to him. Yet itâs actually that destitute guy, who knows where he popped out from, who attracted the limelight the minute he entered the academy.
Of course, Yuan Ling Xuan wasnât like that young master from the Zhang family, whoâs got no brains at all. Seeing a person like that, his first reaction wasnât to give him a lesson, but to use him for his own purposes.
Whatâs hateful was that as the young master of the grand Yuan clan, he was ignored by a destitute youngster!
Who only threw two words at him ânot interestedâ.
How could Yuan Ling Xuan swallow his anger after this!
Yuan Ling Xuanâs personal servant naturally knew whatâs going on and also understood his masterâs thoughts. His tone was respectful as he stood up. âDonât worry, Young Master, everything will be handled by your servant. Those three people are the most useless of trash. If theyâre not sleeping in class, theyâre taking long absences. If it werenât for the fact that thereâs indeed no one to choose from, I reckon the principal also wonât send them to compete. I estimate that this team, when competing with the three other compounds, wonât even win one round. Itâs not necessary to talk of them competing with the Superior Compound....â
âAtchoo!â
At a corner of the Commerce Plaza, standing to help Huan Ming Xiang sweep the floor, Wei Wei fiercely sneezed. She faced the old man drinking tea behind her as her eyebrows raised. âElder Huan, Iâve already finished your work. Shouldnât you give me the wages that the academyâs paid you.â
âCough!â Huan Ming Xiang, who was enjoying half a day off, was humming a tune and drinking tea when he almost choked. âHow would this old man have wages.â
Wei Wei propped up the broom from the ground, while she lazily leaned on the top of the handle, her fingers under her chin. She watched him in incredulity. âAn elder whoâd served three generations of emperors is sweeping the grounds here, without any wages? Whoâd believe such words.â
âGirl, you havenât dealt much with that youngster, Tusu Feng, donât be mistaken by his outward appearance. His heart is awfully evil!â
Huan Ming Xiang angrily put the teacup in his hand down. âIf I may say so myself, that son of his sister learned it from him!â
Wei Weiâs eyebrows rose. âHis nephew?â
âItâs precisely that icy youngster who wears a mask all day pretending that heâs mature!â
Wei Wei finally understood how Third Prince totally offended Elder Huan, causing Elder Huan to gripe like this whenever he spoke.
In the past, when Wei Wei heard, she wasnât bothered by it at all. Now that sheâd prepared an agreement to get married, when she heard these words, she felt weird...
âThatâs right, Iâve heard that you wanted to represent the Inferior Compound to compete?â Huan Ming Xiang stroked his beard and laughed. âThatâs good, too. Itâs about time to have them see your strength, which can also build your reputation prior to the martial qi competition.â
Wei Wei touched the bridge of her nose and smiled lightly. âThe field Iâm competing in isnât martial qi.â
âNot martial qi?â Huan Ming Xuan was struck dumb. âIs it because that youngster Tusu Feng didnât choose you? In a moment, Iâll go find him and talk some sense! How can this youngster believe in gossip, thatâs really revolting!â
Wei Weiâs tone was level. âIt wasnât the principal who decided. Itâs the three of us who chose each of the subjects.â
She really didnât care much about it. Even if it was divination, which she didnât know anything about, she still had Yuan Ming and Little White within the Celestial Boundary Space to help her. Itâs just that if it was martial qi or armaments, the odds of winning were higher. Now that she thought about it, the three of them seemed to be a bit too random. They were like you choose one, I choose one, and just decided on the competitionâs subject just like that.....
The main thing was, the principal indulged them too much, and said that as long as they agreed to participate, itâd be up to them to choose whatever they want.
Truthfully speaking, this was the first time Wei Wei encountered such an open-minded principal.
âYou guys made the choice?â The more Huan Ming Xiang heard, the more he didnât believe. âThen who chose martial qi?â
Wei Wei stooped to sweep a bit of ground and casually replied. âMy desk-mateâ.
âYou even have a desk-mate?â Huan Ming Xuan revealed a shocked expression. âHavenât you always been alone?â
The corners of Wei Weiâs mouth twitched. âBut every time I attend class, thereâs always a desk-mate, you know.â
Hearing this answer, Huan Ming Xuanâs still dissatisfied. âIf you choose martial qi, you guysâll win for sure. I can tell you that besides that Little Bald Head at the Superior Compound, itâs rare that anyone else at White Academy can beat you in a fight.â
âLittle Bald Head...â Wei Weiâs fingers paused and she smiled lightly. âSeventh Prince is that strong?â
Huan Ming Xuan humphed twice. âBlame it on that icy fellow guiding him. A perfectly good little suckling baby was raised by him into a little tiger. Last time, the little tiger gave me some meat buns. Early in the morning, he stood outside hollering like thunder. It was so noisy I couldnât even sleep!â
âIt seems that Elder Huan likes Seventh Prince.â Wei Wei has spent a period of time with the old man, if he didnât like someone, they could forget about finding him, not to mention having some opportunity to disturb him.
Huan Ming Xiang stroked his beard and smiled. He didnât deny it. âI still feel that thereâs something wrong with this arrangement. If youâre competing in martial qi, at least you guys could win a match. How strong are the other two, do you know?â
âDuring the competition, Iâll slowly find out. â Wei Wei froze a little, then laughed lightly.
Huan Ming Xiang: .... That means she didnât know!
âYou donât even know their strength and you guys already decided on the event youâre competing in?â
Huan Ming Xuan was a bit dizzy hearing this. When had White Academyâs biggest competition been looked down on like this. In the past, students from the Inferior Compound, in order to have a chance at winning, clearly gave it all theyâve got!
Wei Wei propped her forehead. Unexpectedly, being asked this by the old man left her speechless. Thinking about it carefully, itâs really like that...