The Anarchic Consort c1-1376

by Warring Young Seven

  At the same time, the old Eunuch Sun turned his body around as he perspired a burst of cold sweat. This Grandmaster Zi Zun was really courting death, sigh.

  Because he couldn't see, Baili Jia Jue's gaze didn't even move in the slightest, and only stared at him, as the corners of his mouth curved with exceptionally dazzling charm. "I also don't need you. However, I've said just a moment ago that I don't want to hear any noisiness. Ah Lie."

  "Here." Nangong Lie's body staggered and placed his hand on Zi Zun's shoulder while smiling wickedly. "Come, old head, let's have a discussion."

  Grandmaster Zi Zun's eyes stared fiercely. "Lie young fellow, you dare! You dare to treat me...hey, uh, mm, z, zz, zzz∼"

  No matter how ferociously Grandmaster Zi Zun tossed from side to side, he was still unable to resist the capital's number one priest's hypnotism technique.

  Nangong Lie's pair of hands raised a crystal ball between the two of them and parted the very dense white fog. As his eyes shined, he looked up, turned towards Baili Jia Jue, and looked over. "Helian Wei Wei went to the armament convention..."

  "Armament convention." Baili Jia Jue pondered as he repeated the two words. Within the depths of his eyes, the temperature seemed to have become colder little by little.

  Yet Nangong Lie didn't become aware of it at all, as he haphazardly straightened his body and stepped back. "Did you know, that guy who is ranked as the second most handsome man within the capital, is the son of the armament convention's chairman. The armament convention this time is different from the previous ones. Previously, the armament convention merely evaluated whether someone have or didn't have the qualifications to become an armament master. This year, the Liancheng prestigious family's descendant, Wu Shuang, has made an extraordinary armament. This armament used the world's best materials, yet on account of its exterior appearance and functionality, it could only be used by females. That's why right now, all of those daughters from distinguished families within the entire capital are wishing that they can use some kind of opportunity to approach and connect with this Jing Wu Shuang. But what's interesting is that, that person is just like you. He's never taken the initiative to get in touch with anyone. Even the minister's invitations have all been beautifully and nicely rejected. This year's armament convention should be absolutely marvelous."

  Boom!

  Following Nangong Lie's words, a loud noise burst forth as the teacup in Baili Jia Jue's hand thoroughly broke into powdery bits. He very slowly opened his hand as those remnants fell bit by bit from his palm and dropped onto the floor.

  All at once, the atmosphere within the main hall became extremely cold.

  Even Nangong Lie had trouble understanding. Why was it that after Ah Jue found out that girl's whereabouts, he instead seemed to be...angry?

  How could he have known that as soon as Baili Jia Jue heard the words 'armament convention', within the realm of his mind flashed the image of that horse carriage that was stopped early this morning before the city gate.

  At that time, that girl was actually at that place.

  The reason why he didn't find her was because Jing Wu Shuang became a screen for her.

  Good, that was good indeed!

  He had actually forgotten, that 'little fox' may not have other abilities, but she certainly knew how to recruit bees and stir up butterflies!

  "Qilin." Baili Jia Jue voice became colder.

  The shadow of a beast appeared where there seemed to have been nothing and said with a respectful attitude. "Here."

  "Get ready. We're going to Armament City." The voice that was the same as ice reverberated within the main hall, echoing wave after wave, and did not abate for a long time...

  Chapter 113 - Cross-Dressed Wei Wei

  The next day, a gentle wind blew in the early morning.

  World renowned Armament City, situated at the summit of Ash Mountain, hosting the entire Divine Continent's largest armament convention.

  Reportedly, all of the world's most talented armament masters were concentrated here.

  It's also been said that here, you didn't know what kind of people you'd meet. Perhaps even an unremarkable old lady could tell whether or not an armament was good or bad.

  For armament masters, this place was the heaven among heavens.

  However, even in heaven, there was a gambling den.

  "Place your bets and remove your hands, place your bets and remove your hands!"

  The gambling den was a gathering bustling with a cacophony of noise and excitement, faint white haze, everywhere floated dust that had not seen sunlight for a long time.

  All different shapes of people, from all different backgrounds and classes, some standing some sitting, their pair of eyes fixed motionlessly at the covered bowl on the tabletop as their mouths were shouting. "Small, small, small!"

  (translator's note: they're playing a very popular Chinese game called 'sic bo, or 'tai sai'. These players are guessing whether the sum of three die will be a small number ie.4-10, or big ie. 11-17. Triples don't count.)

  Holding onto the bowl, the ends of the person's mouth raised slightly as he extended his hand to remove the cover.

  "Horse sh*t! How is it big again!" A person wearing an outfit of white brocade wiped at the sweat on his forehead. With one look, one could tell it was the kind of anger that came from losing as he gripped the money in his hand and roared. "Your daddy can't believe this bad luck! I'm betting small, continue betting small!"

  This person angered from losing was none other than the distinguished playboy overlord of Armament City. He was originally merely sixteen or seventeen years of age. There were even two little shallow dimples on his cheek, and could've easily been taken as a studious senior high school student in modern times.

  Once he finished speaking, only a bang was heard, as he extended his hand to place those fragments of silver on top of the word 'small' on the game table.

  Unexpectedly, a paper fan suddenly obstructed his hand.

  "This brother, are you certain that you want to place it on 'small'?"

  Having heard that, the little tyrant turned his head to look around, and only saw a young man appearing in front of his face that could only have come from a painting. That person was utterly handsome and light-hearted, with a fair face, shapely eyes which looked up slightly, dyed with a trace of devilishness.

  "Why would you care what I bet on!" That person angered from losing just felt annoyed, especially when what he hated most was this kind of good-looking, mild tempered, domesticated guy. So he then also spoke rudely immediately after!

  But, what he didn't anticipate was that that person only looked at him and smiled as he extended his hand and retrieved his fan. After that, his wrist turned and placed the money in his hand on the 'big' symbol directly in front of that person's face!

  The angered from losing tyrant frowned as he turned his head to glare at the other person.

  "Place your bets and remove your hands, place your bets and remove your hands now!" The banker shaking the dice bowl's voice was exceptionally pleasant to hear. As his long sleeves waved around, the dice bowl shook dazzlingly.

  The hand was removing the cover!

  "Small, small, small, come to your daddy, small!" That handsome face belonging to the little tyrant, when it spoke those two words 'your daddy', always caused a strange kind of fondness to arise in other people.

  "Five, five, four, big!" The banker very agilely declared, then collected his money, divided it in half, and pushed that away to the young man who was as beautiful as jade.

  As that young man took the pieces of silver, the smiling expression at the corners of his mouth became even more pronounced.

  Following that, whenever the little tyrant bet on 'small', the other party bet on 'big. Whenever the little tyrant bet on 'big', the other person bet on 'small'.

  In any case, her bet would be the opposite of that angered from losing little tyrant's bet.

  After over a full dozen or more rounds, the
money on the noble young man's side grew more and more, while the little tyrant's loss was enough to turn heaven upside down!

  At this time, the little tyrant also became aware of something. Finally, he also didn't place his bets and only watched that noble young man place his bet.

  Each and every single round was won by 'him'!

  Gradually, the little tyrant's young and handsome face changed from annoyance into admiration, and finally, he was so overwhelmed that he opened his mouth and uttered an emotional sigh.

  As if his own goal had been reached, the noble young man collected the money on the table, and with the paper fan faced up, planned to leave.

  The little tyrant immediately followed after!

  And not just him, even those imperial guards behind him waiting upon him also took another astonished glance before they promptly ran up.

  That young man let the fan drop to the side of his leg and and languidly yawned, as if sensing that there were people following behind, yet didn't point it out, and only the smile at the mouth reflected a small trace of shrewdness.

  The little tyrant saw that the person almost disappeared. Blushing, he yelled loudly. "Hey!"

  That young master's thin lips curved before turning his head around. "What's up?"

  "Cough." The little tyrant placed his hand by the side of his mouth and probably intended to have himself appear a bit more m.a.t.u.r.e, so he even dropped his voice to the deepest level possible. "How did you know when to bet 'big' and when to bet 'small'."

  That young master smiled, his appearance picturesque. "Out of ten gamblers, nine are cheaters. Have you heard of this?"

  "Of course this young master has heard of it!" The handsome youngster harrumphed coldly, then once again took a glance at that young master, and said arrogantly in a very lovable way. "It's only that this young master still doesn't know how to put it to use, so forget it."

  Speaking so confidently about something he didn't know about, really, enough of that!

  The noble young master almost slipped underfoot as the ends of his mouth twitched.

  "Hey." When the beautiful youngster spoke again, he totally gave off a kind of utterly refined and handsome appearance. "If you pass on to me all that you know, this young master will give you lots and lots of money, how about it?"

  He must learn all of these things. That way, when he met 'that person' again, he finally wouldn't be losing every time!

  Nobody knew that as the beautiful youngster looked down, at the corners of his eyes streaked a murderous aura that someone at his age simply shouldn't possess.

  "I don't want money." The noble young man's voice slowly transmitted over. "However, I actually can teach you free of charge, what 'ten gamblers, nine cheaters' mean."

  "Oh?" The handsome youngster's brows jumped, as he also smiled. "That's actually very interesting. How do you plan on teaching this young master?"

  The noble young man moved forward one step, as his thin lips hinted at something profound. "After two days, Young Master Wu Shuang should be holding a little competition here. It's for the purpose of being able to find a suitable owner for that armament of his. Right now, a lot of people are certain that Helian Jiao Er will definitely win."

  "Helian Jiao Er?" The handsome youngster's pupils constricted absent-mindedly. "That capital's number one beauty that was designated to be Third Prince's consort?"

  The noble young man's eyebrows jumped, and replied smilingly. "That's right, it's her."

  "After that, then what?" The handsome youngster slowly opened his mouth. "Could it be that there's someone else even more awesome than her?"

  The noble young man's thin lips opened. "Of course there is."

  "For example?" The handsome youngster's pair of eyes narrowed.

  The noble young man smiled as he said. "Helian Wei Wei."

  "That good-for-nothing?" The handsome youngster intuitively knitted his brows.

  The noble young man stroked the bridge of his nose, sigh, didn't expect that her fame was so widespread. Even the son of the master of a place as far as Armament City knew of her.

  That's right, this elegant and graceful noble young man was none other than the one who had exhausted all of the money she had with her to be able to quickly arrive at Armament City, Helian Wei Wei!

  She stood there with her delicate features and outstanding manners.

  Even though the cross-dressing her wasn't the woman that at that time gave people a feeling that's incomparably breathtaking, but based on her appearance, it's already enough to be considered as refined as jade. When walking through a crowd, she could attract the attention of no small number of young girls.

  "Why are you not speaking now?" The handsome youngster's eyebrows jumped in confusion.

  Wei Wei gently coughed once before replying. "It's because everyone mistakes Helian Wei Wei to be a good-for-nothing that when the moment comes, we will be making even more money..."

  Chapter 114 - Armament Convention

  "That's actually a good way to think about it." After the beautiful youngster heard all of Helian Wei Wei's plans, the canines at the corners of his mouth were exposed.

  Wei Wei smilingly watched at him, as if she's waiting for him to make a decision.

  That beautiful youngster lifted his brows, and sized her up with a glance, after which he said. "Guards listen to my command, coordinate with this person's operation. This young master want to set up my own gambling joint."

  Just like that, on the next day, Armament City welcomed its biggest large scale gambling joint.

  The gambling joint was set up next to the armament convention. Armament Masters continuously entered the venue. The gambling stakes outside became bigger and bigger, filled to the point of bursting. One after another, people placed bets on Helian Jiao Er's success.

  A horse carriage ran over the dark colored ground. A very low-keyed yet luxurious silver white color was used on the wheels. It stopped by the roadside just like that and appeared to possess every bit of grace and elegance.

  "Master." The carriage driver's voice was very deep. His handsome face was exposed beneath the sunshine. Upon careful observation, his hair surprisingly contained a trace of red. Even his pupil, when he looked down, apparently also shined with a red light. "We've arrived."

  "Enter."

  It was but one short word, yet it projected a kind of ice-coldness that's difficult to withstand.

  Isolated by the curtains, no one knew who sat inside the horse carriage, and was only able to vaguely make out a tall silhouette. His slender fingers were calmly turning the ring on his finger, replete with the essence of self-restraint. "Horsekeeper, bow your head ."

  The thin lips curved up and respectfully answered. "Yes."

  Inside the compound, Wei Wei, dressed in men's clothing, extended her hand to prop up her chin, even as her fingers were playing with the paper fan in the hollow of her palm. The more people placed their bets on Helian Jiao Er, the more the smile at the ends of her mouth became wider. "This time, I can actually profit savagely in one stroke."

  Hearing that, the white cat very much disapproved, but he couldn't help admiring this girl's knack for making money.

  "It looks like escaping from White Academy this time really was the right decision." Wei Wei's pair of slender legs were slightly elevated. Without anything to restrict her whatsoever, she looked even more at ease and dashing compared to the time at the capital. Her curved thin lips overflowing with devilishness. "Not even one person placed a bet on me winning. Little White, you go take these one hundred taels of silver and bet them on me. The more we bet, the more we'll win."

  "I repeat, I can't transform into human shape. How can I go?" The white cat coldly raised its eyebrows.

  Wei Wei laughed shrewdly. "Just now, I even saw a black flying horse helping its master choose sides. There seemed to be lots of spirit beasts at this place."

  "That's because the world's top Armament Masters are here." The white cat calmly glanced at her. "The
refore, when it's time for the competition in a moment, you must be careful."

  Wei Wei blinked and didn't say anything more.

  At a place not far away, a pair of enigmatic eyes occupying the high ground watched the master and servant whispering to one another downstairs as a trace of light streaked through them.

  The young man was very well built, with a pair of long and slender yet powerful legs, and a tall and straight upper body wearing white fluttering clothes. He only peacefully sat there, yet emanated an imposing manner that pressured people.

  He held a cup of tea in his hand. The fingertips carelessly placed at the edge of the cup added a powerful effect. Those s.e.xy lips wasn't tainted and he looked like a celestial being from the ninth level of heaven.

  The horsekeeper smiled as he stood by his side. Within his eyes, a red light sparkled. "Master, please wait a bit, I will now help you go and capture the prey!"

  The young man looked to his side, his expression indifferent. His gaze abruptly turned cold.

  The scalp on that horse keeper's head became more and more numb as he he lightly licked his lower lip.

  The young man leisurely sipped a mouthful of tea, without expressing any real emotions. "Follow the white cat. Whoever it places its bet on, you also do the same. Make the calculations and bet ten times the amount."

  "Yes!" The horsekeeper softly accepted the order, yet was somewhat unable to make sense of the meaning behind the way his master handled things.

  The young man only focused on the shadow of the person dressed in men's clothing in the audience, as the corners of his mouth, little by little, opened into a demonic, enchantingly cold...

  "Achoo!"

  Wei Wei rubbed her arms and looked left and right. Wonder why since just a moment ago, her back started to become a bit cold.

  Could it be that she didn't dress warmly enough?

  She needed to finish applying her makeup as soon as possible, then add another layer of clothing later.