The Anarchic Consort c1-1376

by Warring Young Seven

  The green jade long double-edged sword, regardless if it was martial qi or the way it was put together, was just perfect. It's possible to tell that it came from a great master's 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 he'd made was this way.

  But Wei Wei didn't believe at all that he was that gentle.

  Merely from how he stepped out to help her escape Baili Jia Jue's pursuit, one could tell that he wasn't 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 wouldn't be that lukewarm!

  Of course, what's most important was that this 'umbrella' in her hand simply wasn't a genuine umbrella!

  Having thought to this point, Wei Wei's 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 didn't guess incorrectly, this 'umbrella' should be similar to the 'Wing of the Night God' that she made previously, possessing the best outcome from different approaches.

  And again, Little White had already said that the world's best material for making armaments was in Jing Wu Shuang's hand. Just how was this material different than other materials, besides Jing Wu Shuang, no one knew.

  Perhaps it's hidden within this 'umbrella'.

  Wei Wei again pushed the umbrella forward, faced Jing Wu Shuang's somewhat deep eyes, and smiled. She didn't 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 didn't think that this girl who didn't know anything could be so proud!

  "What're you doing, the young master only saw that she's too pitiful, so he's just helping her out by asking her for the reason she chose the umbrella. She's a character, all right, really taking herself seriously."

  The personal maid standing by Helian Jiao Er's side disdainfully pursed her lips.

  Helian Jiao Er narrowed her eyes and didn't speak. Within her eyes was varying degrees of self-satisfaction. No matter what was going on with that s.l.u.t, this time, the person who won would certainly be her!

  However...

  No matter what, Helian Jiao Er couldn't imagine that Jing Wu Shuang unexpectedly, following the next cough, would pick up the umbrella in Wei Wei's hand!

  Chapter 119 - His Highness Attacks

  What kind of situation was this? ! ! !

  Let's first not talk about the people watching from below the stage, even the judging panel members were also stunned.

  Young Master meant to say that that 'umbrella' was made by him!

  The elders' eyes opened wide as they asked in disbelief. "Young Master, this..."

  "This piece of armament was made by me. The others all came from masters from different schools." Jing Wu Shuang softly coughed and steadied his breath before he smiled gracefully. "Therefore, Helian family's eldest daughter, Helian Wei Wei is the true winner!"

  That's impossible!

  Everybody started making a racket. How could this be?!

  How could Young Master Wu Shuang's hands only make an 'umbrella'? !

  This made the martial artists who came purely for the purpose of looking at armaments thoroughly upset!

  What kind of a joke was this!

  A grand armament convention fooled around with people like this?

  And it was claimed that this was the world's most amazing armament!

  The elder saw that below the stage, the eyes of martial artists were turning red, and immediately panicked somewhat. He certainly hadn't come across this kind of situation before.

  But now, how was this adding prestige. Goodness, this clearly was smashing this convention to the ground!

  Facing the questions from below the stage, Jing Wu Shuang didn't speak at all. Instead, he brought over the umbrella from Wei Wei's hands and pressed on it as his hand moved to the side.

  That umbrella unexpectedly disappeared!

  Very thoroughly disappeared!

  Without waiting for everybody to come to their senses.

  Only a 'pop' sound was heard and that umbrella appeared again. Reflecting a faint radiance, it rotated to become a sharp, long, single-edged sword!

  Everyone was dumbstruck as they saw this scene.

  Jing Wu Shuang's voice was level as he faced the person behind him and instructed. "Uncle Liang, use your fifth level martial qi to attack me."

  "But, Young Master, your health..." Uncle Liang's eyebrows furrowed with concern, the young master's health originally was already bad. Adding to that two days of rushing on the road. If he sent this punch over, he's really afraid the young master won't be able to bear it.

  "Don't worry." Jing Wu Shuang's appearance was as before, without any change.

  But Wei Wei was distinctly aware of what's involved in that hesitation. She more or less had also heard of the rumors concerning Jing Wu Shuang. It has to do with but the bad luck that accompanied being born with too much riches and honor, the heavens were jealous of the genius.*

  (*TN: the heavens balanced out overly good fortune with some bad fortune.)

  From the moment he was born, he possessed an armament innate skill that the entire world most envied.

  However, due to his health being limited, he would forever be unable use armaments himself.

  The light in Wei Wei's eyes sparkled as she strolled to face Jing Wu Shuang and curved her lips into a light smile. "Give me the umbrella. Let Uncle Liang attack me."

  She already roughly guessed that this person wanted to demonstrate something in front of everyone.

  Jing Wu Shuang's gaze hesitated.

  After that, he extended his hand and handed that umbrella over.

  Within the hidden depths of the eyes of the young man sitting inside the private room watching this scene, a cold thought seemed to be engraved.

  He truly disliked having other people touch things that belonged to him...

  The tip of his tongue swept across petal of his lips as he curved the corners of his mouth. His long black hair hung down with the kind of evil tendencies that pulled at and tempted one's soul...

  The red haired man's scalp became numb from watching his smile, and continued to extend those claws to scratch the floor, while watching Wei Wei standing onstage extending her hand and turning it. That black umbrella unexpectedly cut a silvery light that shouldn't have appeared here.

  That was?

  The red haired man's brows jumped as he concentrated his attention to recognize the thing that appeared in Spirit Forest.

  It's getting interesting now!

  "Uncle Liang. Come." Wei Wei lightly curved her lips into a smile, leaning to one side as she held the umbrella handle in her hand.

  This time, Uncle Liang didn't hesitate as qi amassed in the center of his palm, turned towards Wei Wei's direction, and struck!

  Only a 'bang' was heart!

  Wei Wei propped up the umbrella, her figure didn't even move at all. All of the attack power was sustained by the umbrella's formless protective barrier. It opened little by little as layers of qi bounced back!

  Everyone was stupefied as they f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y exhaled one breath in a stretch!

  Squeals of surprise engulfed the entire convention hall.

  "Awesome!"

  "If I could possess an armament like that, I'm sure to be unrivaled in the world!"

  "Deserving of Young Master Wu Shuang, too awesome!"

  Praises rose like the tides, yet no one knew that in
regards to this matter, bits of astonishment bubbled up even from the bottom of Jing Wu Shuang's heart.

  When he made 'Thousand Mechanism Umbrella', he created only its resistive ability, so it shouldn't have been able to rebound the attacking force.

  Yet now...

  Jing Wu Shuang lowered his eyes and moved his gaze to the young girl who smiled as mildly as before, and seemed like he abruptly came to realize something, as the pupil of his eyes suddenly constricted.

  It's her!

  She changed the 'Thousand Mechanism Umbrella's martial properties!

  On top of its defensive foundation, she added the ability to return an attack.

  And the 'Thousand Mechanism Umbrella' was willing to change.

  This proved that the 'Thousand Mechanism Umbrella" had already started to recognize its master...

  Jing Wu Shuang slowly loosened his grip as the light in his pupils quietly readjusted. Was this Wei Wei seriously still the infamous good-for-nothing from the capital?

  Her abilities was not limited to merely this little bit.

  Such a quick mastery of 'Thousand Mechanism Umbrella's functions, in addition to being well acquainted with armaments, she also needed to possess a deep and immeasurable martial qi to be able to accomplish it.

  Yet according to rumors, these were both things that Wei Wei originally should not possess.

  "Truly is an excellent item." Wei Wei's hand moved to the side as she folded the umbrella.

  "Obedient umbrella." Wei Wei smiled. "I should return you to your owner."

  Jing Wu Shuang watched her and recovered his former refined demeanor. "It's current owner is you. In regards to this armament competition, you've won."

  This time, it was especially quiet within the convention hall.

  No one said anything more, because the facts were clearly displayed there.

  Wei Wei indeed chose the most breathtaking armament within this convention hall!

  And the Helian Jiao Er that they had placed their expectations on, however, had lost....

  At that moment, Helian Jiao Er's complexion became exceedingly unsightly. She couldn't stand it as she clenched her pair of hands tightly under her long sleeves, yet she had no option but to f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y maintain her smile as she waited for the convention to end.

  Wei Wei's victory was like a slap to her face.

  How could that s.l.u.t have such good luck!

  Those young masters from prosperous families who lost a bunch of money were also somewhat astounded as they turned their heads around to look at Murong Chang Feng sitting next to them. "Lord, this girl, when did she learn how to fiddle with armaments? Did you know about it at all?"

  "It was but a one time lucky guess on her part." Murong Chang Feng's calm and collected pair of eyes slowly fixated on his pair of hands. Of course he didn't know. If he knew... maybe he...

  There's no maybe!

  Just like he said, she merely made a lucky guess!

  Murong Chang Feng looked at the audience. His lower jaw was restrained extremely tightly.

  Those young masters also was no longer in the mood to ponder whether Wei Wei was just lucky once and made a lucky guess. They only knew that this time, they'd certainly lost miserably, shoot!

  On the other side, in a finely decorated private room.

  The red haired man watched as his master suddenly put down the teacup. His eyebrows raised in confusion. "Master, we're not watching until the end?"

  The young man didn't answer him at all, instead, he slowly curved his lips enchantingly into a smile that was not a smile, while faintly giving people the kind of faint aura of being outwardly kind, but inwardly evil. "We should already haul in the net."

  "Haul what net?" The red-haired man still hadn't reacted from the scene just now.

  The young man unhurriedly straightened out his sleeves and said, pausing after each word. "The net to catch a fox."

  After he finished speaking, the young man then stood up, his body covered in a white fur cloak. The sleeves were raised slightly like wings, extremely ice-cold. No one would dare to approach half a step within a hundred meters.

  Possessing this classy exquisite lingering charm, if it wasn't the current Third Prince, Baili Jia Jue, who else could it be...

  Chapter 120 - Haul the Net to Make the Capture

  There were still some people who weren't willing to believe this result, especially the ones who competed. If they lost to Helian Jiao Er, at least it would be comparatively easier for them to speak of the loss to others as it'd be easier to accept losing to her.

  But losing to a good-for-nothing without martial qi...

  Merely thinking about it made their hearts feel uncomfortable.

  Helian Wei Wei certainly didn't care whether they were comfortable with it or not as the corners of her mouth wore an indifferent smiling expression. Without paying attention to those gazes directed at her, she packed up some things and put away the treasure she just obtained, 'Thousand Mechanism Umbrella'. She smugly changed her clothes and properly put on a disguise, then planned to go and collect her gambling winnings.

  What could be more enjoyable than winning a competition, and even making money in the process.

  While Wei Wei was walking, she was cheerfully whistling.

  The result!

  "What did you say? Two million taels?" Wei Wei looked at the bill in her hand. The always tranquil and calm eyes now contained faint ripples. "Somebody bet ten thousand taels on me?" And even in gold? Just who in the world was so sick! Didn't they know she was a good-for-nothing! And they even bet money on her! ! !

  The person who managed the gambling joint nodded his head as his body shrunk backward.

  Yuan Ming 'haha' roared in laughter. "Bet one, pay ten, girl, this time you really fell head first!"

  Wei Wei narrowed her eyes as she stroked her chin. Her eyebrows lifted as she asked about the person from the one who managed the gambling joint. "Who was the person who bet on me, do you still remember?"

  He nodded his head. "I remember. That person had a head of red hair, was dressed in the best fabrics, and was on the second floor drinking tea."

  "Second floor?" A trace of light flashed in Wei Wei's pair of eyes as she picked up her umbrella, turned around, and was planning to go upstairs.

  The person who managed the bets sighed as he said. "Boss, do you really plan on bringing all of this money to that person?"

  "How's that possible?" Wei Wei was completely flabbergasted as she looked at him. "Where did you get this misconception?"

  The manager hiccuped. "Then what're you walking there for?" Looking to be captured? !

  "I'm going...to haggle." Wei Wei curved her lips into a smile, overflowing with a hint of evil influence.

  Phoenix House's second story was famed to have top-notch private rooms. All of the eople who could stay here in the last hour were the most wealthy and respectable young masters within the capital.

  According to the waiter, that person already sat in that private room for the last twelve hours. The things he asked for were only the most expensive items. It seemed that the other party's influence wasn't small...

  However, Wei Wei indeed could not imagine that within Armament City, besides those two people who partnered with her, who else could have such huge financial resources.

  Wei Wei looked at the twin wood doors before her eyes, and politely knocked on it.

  Immediately, from within came a deep and low, magnetic voice. Separated by the wood door, it was somewhat in distinct. "Come in."

  Only two simple words, yet it resembled the clang of metal and cry of birds when a top-notch double-edged sword was unsheathing, containing the texture of metal, virtually ordering people to serve.

  Wei Wei thought to herself, this person must be an expert at bossing people around. When she haggled (beat down the price) in a moment, she must take out every bit of lordliness she possessed, and directly suppress the other party!

  One couldn't help but say at th
is point that a dream may be plump and perfect, but reality was actually bony and lacking.

  He indifferently switched hands, his hair was as dark as black ink while the clothes were as white as snow. His slender fingers hung on the light cyan porcelain teapot lid, taking advantage of the steam rising in spirals at that moment. Separated by the hazy fog, he was indistinct as he glanced at Wei Wei.

  As she was looked at, Wei Wei's entire scalp became numb, as if she was dropped into the middle of a ten thousand year old ice house all of a sudden. In a flash, she already became frozen and sluggish!

  How could he be here?

  Right now, the political situation was so chaotic. People from every clan were restless, wanting to get rid of the imperial clan all the time.

  It's not a bad idea for him to stay at the capital. Why would he run to Armament City without giving any notice. Was he not afraid he'd be met with an assassination!

  Wait a minute!

  It couldn't be because he wanted to catch her that he came...

  However, there's nothing to worry about in regards to this matter. In any case, she already changed disguise. Even if Third Prince possessed magical power, it'd be impossible for him to recognize her with one glance.

  Wei Wei thought to herself, as long as her disguise was perfect enough, he wouldn't recognize her and wouldn't do anything to an 'unfamiliar man'.

  He looked at her with a deeply hidden gaze, making a person unable to guess his mood, whether he was happy or angry.

  "Come here."

  Huh? Wei Wei didn't understand as she looked at him. Recovering her cool, her eyes that could talk was itching to see inside his mind.

  Baili Jia Jue swept a glance at the closed door to the room, patiently keeping his temper down as he said once again. "Come here."

  Wei Wei's brows jumped.

  Why was Third Prince using this kind of tone of voice on a 'male' when he spoke?

  Why was it...vaguely suggestive?

  Was it truly as she suspected, he was a homos.e.x.u.a.l!