The Anarchic Consort [ Chapter 1 - 199 ]

Chapter 164: Provoke His Highness

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 hell 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 competition’s sequence sometimes could influence a team’s morale quite a bit.

For the first two rounds, the martial qi competition 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 competitor’s seats. His intonation lazily lengthened as he spoke to Tusu Feng at a not so distant place. “Principal, 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 shield the students from your compound, otherwise, we’ll be quite bitter.”

Tusu Feng nobly 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 shield.”

“The principal’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 principal will certainly be deeply hurt.”

“You’re also right.” Master Bai feigned indifference and turned to glance towards Tusu Feng’s direction. “Principal, did those students from your compound even register. If they wanted to throw away the competition, 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.