Chapter 6: The Red Vulture
Truth be told, Han Xuhan had expected to see the old man fly off into a fit of rage, yelling things like "Give our sect face", or "Junior, you dare?"
Suffice it to say, seeing Lao Jun perform a completely cool-headed and rational deconstruction of his small scheme made him strongly feel that this world didn’t operate on the sort of logic found in trashy Xianxia fics.
He couldn’t be complacent with his rudimentary plans, which hinged on the opponent’s idiocy!
Like a loach, Han Xuhan immediately changed his tactics. Rather than relying on his momentum to pressure Lao Jun, he cast a trap with the man’s own attack.
"You say I propose? Fine! I propose fair!"
He pointed a finger at the small gathering of participants in front of the tent who had been selected as disciples today.
"Among you. Prove qualifications. Challenge any three from unselected participants. Do you dare?"
His suggestion had opposite effects on both sides. The faces in the crowd of selected participants turned awkward and nervous, whereas those behind Han Xuhan roared in tandem with him, expressing their agreement.
The population ratio between both sides was more than one to ten. But to make every selected disciple compete for their position with three unselected ones could guarantee that many capable but unlucky participants would be granted the sole opportunity they needed!
Predictably, old man Lao Jun sided with the minority.
"What a terrible suggestion! You’ve been preaching about fairness since the start. Is this your idea of fairness? It will still result in luck-based selections for many."