Chapter 1155: Ancient Academy Records, Plenty of Fun 42

By the time Feng Zian finally understood this problem, the fourth match had already quietly begun.

Si Ning entered the arena, and Feng Huo was somewhat taken aback, repeatedly confirming that she was indeed the competitor.

Having seen such contemptuous looks since childhood, Si Ning was already used to them; she lightly brushed her cuff, gave a low cough, and her slender frame swayed in the gale, as if she might collapse at any moment.

"Get down! Send someone who can actually fight up!" Feng Huo flew into a rage, his fists clenching with a creaking sound, "I won't fight a half-dead piece of trash!"

Si Ning raised an eyebrow at him, her dark eyes hiding killing intent, and spoke in a cold, gloomy tone, "Did you forget the suffering your teammate endured yesterday?"

Feng Huo's expression froze slightly, and he instinctively glanced at Jiang Yao on their team; she gave a provocative smile and made a throat-slashing gesture at him.

The bell rang, and the match began.

Feng Huo rushed forward first, trying to seize the initiative, while Si Ning turned to meet the attack, like a soaring swan.

Her body was extremely supple, and wherever her green shadow passed, an inexplicable fragrance lingered; Feng Huo was indeed bewildered, thinking it was yet another unseen attack.

Jade beads fell from Si Ning's cuff, covering the ground, unobtrusive; as her dance-like posture swayed and she landed, the spectators were entranced, and no one noticed that the jade beads had already wound themselves all over Feng Huo.

When they brushed past each other again, Feng Huo heard a low whisper.

"You're going to lose, right now."

As soon as Si Ning's words fell, she covered her face with a handkerchief and retreated; Feng Huo realized something was wrong, his whole body shooting backward at top speed, and he stepped squarely on a jade bead.

Instantly, a numbness spread from his limbs upward from his ankles, turning his whole body into a charcoal-like state, and Si Ning lightly kicked him off the stage.

Cheers rang out again, and Feng Zian kicked over a table, roaring at the king.

"Can't you see they're killing people again?!"

King Yuncang frowned in displeasure, about to speak, when he saw Si Ning jump down from the platform, grab the now completely stiff and numb Feng Huo, and throw him back.

"He's not dead," Si Ning said with a hint of schadenfreude, "but you're getting close."

Having said that, she didn't even glance at Feng Zian's reaction, turned, and left the competition area.

Feng Zian was forced to finish off the half-dead Feng Huo, casually tossing him aside, his eyes practically blazing with rage.

The final individual match was Xie Yuancheng.

Feng Zian stared at him for a long time, genuinely intrigued by this person.

He is the esteemed Crown Prince of Tianxuan Kingdom and also the beloved of the Young Master of the Divine Pavilion; regardless of which identity, for Beifeng Kingdom he cannot be too formidable, or he would become a disaster.

With only the final match left, Feng Zian unusually gave a few words of advice to the competitors, and Feng Tu could only obediently listen.

Thus, as soon as he stepped onto the stage, Xie Yuancheng could clearly feel that this person, though strong, was obviously holding back, making the fight very unsatisfying for him.

He felt something was odd, and then he flung out from his sleeve the treasure that Jin Chen had given him, almost single-handedly seizing Feng Tu and beating him, the soft sword fluttering like a silver dragon weaving and coiling up and down, leaving the spectators dazzled.

When he came to his senses, he saw Feng Tu already rolled off the platform.

Xie Yuancheng, hands on hips in anger, shouted, "Learning expert! Who let you also learn our trick of falling off the platform?!"

Everyone: "……"

How come you guys are also pulling this stunt!

Moreover, they're using the exact same trick—how is it that when the Tianxuan people use it, it's mockery, but this guy looks so… pathetic.

"Tianxuan Kingdom wins! A total of six points!"

The general announced loudly, "The current cumulative score is six to three."

For a moment, the crowd below buzzed, everyone convinced that Tianxuan Kingdom would secure the final victory.

"You say Beifeng Kingdom only scored three points, and they were all gifts from Tianxuan—how embarrassing."

"Hahaha, who said Beifeng Kingdom is no good? They still managed a draw!"

Such remarks reached Feng Zian's ears, making him unusually irritable.

The five matches went much faster than yesterday, freeing up the whole afternoon.

Jin Chen still discussed battle tactics, then told everyone to go rest and replenish their spirits; on the way back, they could still hear Feng Zian's curses from the opposite courtyard, as well as the occasional sounds of training.

Jin Chen refrained from commenting on their self-destructive behavior, put an arm around Xie Yuancheng, and returned to the room; upon opening the door, he saw a middle-aged man sitting inside.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Old Master Jin rose cheerfully and bowed to Xie Yuancheng.

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Dad… you,"

He glanced at his stepfather's attire, then understood, "You and Aunt Mei have reconciled."

Xie Yuancheng was momentarily stunned, then realized, and had not expected Jin Chen's father to dress so… elegantly flamboyant.

"Hello, Dad." Xie Yuancheng said, eyes crinkling as he followed Jin Chen's lead.

Thud.

Old Master Jin was frightened and fell back onto the wooden stool, stammering, "You… you… what do you call me?"

He never had any rebellious intentions!

Jin Chen gave his stepfather a dismissive white-eye, took Xie Yuancheng's hand, and said, "Dad, you're my father-in-law."

Old Master Jin: "……"

He slowly sipped his tea, the water in the cup shaking violently, then he slammed the table.

"You… you brat, you've snatched away the Crown Prince!"

Xie Yuancheng quickly stepped in front of Jin Chen, "No, Dad, it's me who first liked Jin Chen."

And I had probed him many times in secret before finally winning him over.

Old Master Jin found it even stranger, stroking his smooth chin without reacting, "In other words… my son went from being the Young Master of the Divine Pavilion to becoming the Crown Prince's consort!"

"Hahaha!" he laughed, "Well done!"

Jin Chen: "……"

He slowly pulled out a handkerchief and covered his father's face with it, "Stop laughing."

Old Master Jin wasn't angry either; he tossed aside the handkerchief and spoke frankly, "I'll say this upfront: if His Majesty doesn't agree, don't expect me to help."

Even if you truly become the Crown Princess in the future, you still have to manage the Divine Pavilion; I certainly don't want to waste effort cultivating another heir.

Jin Chen nodded, "I know."

Alright, I just came to have a look; the preparations for avenging your brother are almost done, and we'll start after the competition.

Father Jin came and went in a hurry, leaving after just a few words; it seems he rushed to see Mei Niang, whom he had finally persuaded to return.

Xie Yuancheng let out a breath, lunged into Jin Chen's embrace and rubbed against him, "That's great, but what exactly do you mean by avenging?"

All the senior assassins of the Divine Pavilion have already gathered outside the palace of the North Wind Kingdom; as long as I kill Feng Zian tomorrow, they will bring his head and throw it into the palace to start a slaughter.

Jin Chen cradled his lover in his arms, gently swaying, his voice low, "Everyone involved in that incident three years ago must pay the price; if the North Wind Kingdom's royal family is no good, then we'll replace them with someone else to become emperor."