Tyrant Sky Martial Sou
Chapter 967: Panicking and Flustered

Chapter 967: Chapter 967: Panicking and Flustered

Feng Qingyan smiled and said no more.

Ling Xiao was sure to come.

Based on his understanding of the young man, he was definitely not someone who shied away from trouble; he would come even if he knew he was outmatched.

"Vice President, we’ve arrived."

Soon, Feng Yanran, Ji Mingkong, Lan Yu’er, and others arrived too.

"Where’s Ling Xiao?"

Feng Qingyan asked.

"He’s still in seclusion. According to Leng Mei, he should be coming out soon."

Dai Yuling knew Leng Mei, after all, they had both been under Lin Ze’s command before.

"Leng Mei?"

"Oh, she’s a girl that Ling Xiao had saved before, with quite remarkable strength."

Dai Yuling explained.

"Hehe, this kid really has good fortune with women. Yanran, you need to work hard, or else he might be snatched away by someone else."

Feng Qingyan chuckled.

"Vice President, what are you talking about? I’ve already told you, I only have gratitude towards Ling Xiao, nothing else."

Feng Yanran hurriedly tried to change the topic, "By the way, Uncle Qingyan, my cousin said he would come. Why isn’t he here yet?"

"Here, that seat over there is reserved for him; no one dares to occupy it."

In the VIP stands, there were two chairs in the center.

One was prepared for Feng Yingshan, and the other for Fengming Qishan.

Whether they came or not, these chairs had to be prepared; that was the rule.

"Mingkong, Yu’er, and you all, come sit with me. The view is better here, and there are still so many empty seats."

Feng Yanran nodded, then turned back to Ji Mingkong, Lan Yu’er, and the others and said.

"Okay."

Although they were all worried about Ling Xiao, standing there waiting wasn’t a solution either; sitting down might be better.

Ling Xiao might arrive very soon.

"Stop!"

Just as Feng Yanran had just sat down, and Ji Mingkong and others wanted to take their seats, they were stopped by the guards of the Peacock Clan and the Roc Clan.

"What’s the matter?"

Feng Yanran frowned.

"Miss Yanran, you may sit, but these lowly commoners cannot. They are mere humans, lowly and vile. How can they sit together with our masters? Standing there is more appropriate."

A guard from the Peacock Clan spoke with a bowed gesture.

"Damn it!"

"Alright, Yanran, don’t get angry over such trivial matters. We can stand. We’re all martial artists; it won’t tire us."

Lan Yu’er didn’t want to cause trouble and made a peace-making decision.

Since she had already said so, Ji Mingkong said nothing further, and although everyone else was slightly upset, they too stood.

This wasn’t a matter of whether or not they were tired, this was about overt discrimination and insult.

If they didn’t sit, it would seem as if they were admitting to being inferior.

Of course, they didn’t blame Lan Yu’er.

Her personality was like that of an elder sister, hoping everyone could be safe and unwilling to create conflicts.

"Hmph, that’s right, lowly commoners!"

The guards of both the Peacock Clan and the Roc Clan disdainfully remarked.

Although they were merely servants of the two clans, they had quite a high opinion of themselves and didn’t even consider humans worth noticing, from who knows where this confidence came.

Another shichen passed, and many people had grown impatient.

Some even took out their own dry food and started eating, looking at the sky with dissatisfaction.

Fengming Wan Zhong opened his eyes and cursed loudly, "Feng Qingyan, the strength of your Qingxu College isn’t that great, but the airs put on by your disciples are certainly grand! Making so many people wait here for him, damn it, if he shows up, I’ll cripple him for sure!"

"If you can’t wait, you can leave, no one is forcing you to stay here. I’ve already said, this is just a duel between two ordinary disciples, and causing such a big commotion is already a waste of resources and money. Brother Wan Zhong, you are busy with many matters, why not go back?"

Feng Qingyan said sarcastically.

"You bastard! What are you implying? Isn’t Ling Xiao a disciple of your Qingxu College? Do you want all these people to have come here for nothing?"

Fengming Wan Zhong grew even angrier.

"Jokes, it seems like it was your Phoenix God College that set up this Martial Arts Platform and even started charging admission. What, afraid the duel won’t happen and your college will lose face? Serves you right!"

Feng Qingyan laughed.

Fengming Wan Zhong gritted his teeth, unable to refute Feng Qingyan’s words.

For this martial arts tournament, they had done extensive advertising and spent a fair amount of Spirit Stones, so they certainly hoped to recoup some through admission fees.

If Ling Xiao really didn’t show up, then they truly wouldn’t be able to explain it to the Martial Artists present.

"I had heard that Ling Xiao, the Chosen Son of Heaven from the Heavenly Dragon Continent, is extremely arrogant and regards no one as worthy. It seems it’s true after all!"

"That may not be the case, maybe he knew he couldn’t beat the Blood Skeleton, couldn’t bear the humiliation of a public defeat, and chose to off himself instead."

"Stop joking, if he were that kind of person, he wouldn’t have returned to the Phoenix God Empire after leaving. He must be in cultivation."

"That’s true, let’s wait a bit longer then, but the longer we wait, the worse the loss for Phoenix God College."

"Why?"

"Didn’t you know? After Phoenix God College announced they were charging for viewing, they only mentioned charging from dawn to dusk. If Ling Xiao comes after dusk, then Phoenix God College won’t receive a single Spirit Stone, and that would be a total loss."

"Hahaha, indeed, I now suspect that Ling Xiao is deliberately delaying just to screw over the Phoenix God College."

"That’s a real possibility!"

Despite saying this, the Martial Artists still didn’t want to leave and continued to sit there, just drinking some water if they were thirsty or eating some food if they were hungry.

On the Martial Arts Platform, the Blood Skeleton continued sitting cross-legged as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

However, in reality he was also extremely angry.

He hated waiting for people the most.

Not to mention waiting for a few shichen, even waiting for a mere moment would make him violent enough to want to kill.

"Ling Xiao must die! And it will definitely be in a miserable manner!"

The Blood Skeleton viciously thought to himself.

Time continued to pass, and the sun set in the west, indeed past dusk.

"This kid really dares to do it!"

"I’m increasingly convinced this kid is just intentionally messing with Phoenix God College!"

"Hehe, although we’ve waited such a long time, watching a duel for free isn’t bad. I guess Ling Xiao should be arriving soon."

Among the crowd, many Martial Artists felt pity about the viewing fee, especially since Phoenix God College was truly ruthless, charging ten thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones for a single viewing.

For most Martial Artists, this wasn’t a small amount at all.

Who wouldn’t be happy to save these Spirit Stones?

They were indeed happy, but the people of Phoenix God College were not.

"Feng Qingyan, you bastard, do you still consider yourself the Vice President of Qingxu College, unable to even manage a single disciple!"

Fengming Wan Zhong stood up and roared in violent anger.

"Heh, why the hurry, Brother Wan Zhong? It’s not dark yet. Same as before, if you don’t want to wait, just go back. There’s no need to waste your time here."

Feng Qingyan said mockingly.