After sending off Nanrong Wanqing and the others, before long, Ling Kun, Ling Tao, and Yang Qingling appeared at the VIP entrance.
"Dad, Mom, Uncle Ling." Ling Chen quickly walked over. At the sa ti, Su i and Tong Zhentian followed behind, welcoming the arrival of the three. Ling Kun, as the Ling Family Patriarch and a Heavenly List expert, was a special guest at this Martial Arts Tournant and naturally deserved proper reception.
Ling Kun smiled and nodded at Ling Chen, then exchanged pleasantries with Su i and Tong Zhentian. Yang Qingling, concerned for her son, pulled Ling Chen aside and asked quietly, "I heard Wanqing is here too; where is she?"
"Mom, Wanqing just went inside. You can call her later."
"Okay, I..." Yang Qingling was about to speak when Ling Kun walked over and patted Ling Chen on the shoulder. Seeing Ling Kun’s aningful gaze, Ling Chen imdiately understood and quickly followed Ling Kun to join the others.
"Dad, is there sothing wrong?"
"I heard the Martial Arts Tournant isn’t going smoothly. Is there any danger?"
Ling Chen smiled slightly and said, "Dad, you sure are well-inford. There are indeed threats, but don’t worry, we’re fully prepared, and whatever happens, we have the ability to handle it."
"That’s best, I’d rather not have any accidents. Alright, keep busy, we won’t disturb you."
"Ling Chen, we have enough people here already, you don’t have to stay here. Go explore with your mom and dad." Tong Zhentian suggested.
"Alright." Ling Chen nodded and said, "Dad, Mom, Uncle Ling, let’s go."
At this mont, a large crowd had already flooded the venue, with approximately twenty thousand people. The entrance was packed with people, countless heads as far as the eye could see. In the center stage of the venue, more than a dozen Dragon Tiger Hall disciples were performing, drawing everyone’s attention.
Soon, Ling Chen and the three reached the VIP seats beside the stage. Ling Kun, as an invited guest of the Martial Arts Tournant, naturally had a seat allocated. "Dad, Mom, you sit here; if anything cos up, feel free to call ." With that, Ling Chen glanced at the other end of the VIP seats and strode over.
At this mont, it seed a few guests in the front row of the VIP seats were in a dispute, faces flushed and necks tensed, drawing quite a bit of attention. The staff tried to diate but with little effect. Ling Chen stepped forward and asked, "What’s going on?"
"Mr. Ling, you’ve arrived just in ti," a staff mber said with relief as if seeing a lifesaver, "the VIP seats are arranged randomly without ranking, but these guests insist on sitting in the front row, claiming it matches their status." Saying this, the staff mber leaned closer to Ling Chen’s ear and whispered, "They already have a grudge against each other, seeing the other sitting in front naturally makes them unhappy, hence the commotion, and no amount of persuasion works. Mr. Ling, what do you suggest?"
Ling Chen nodded slightly and said, "Alright, understood. You may leave now, I’ll handle this."
As the staff left, Ling Chen approached the two guests still arguing fervently and said with a smile, "Calm down, let’s talk this over. Today is a grand event for Martial Arts; let’s not ruin the harmony here."
"Who are you?" A middle-aged man glared, snapping displeased, "None of your business, get lost."
Despite the rude outburst, Ling Chen kept his smile and responded courteously, "I’m from Dragon Tiger Hall, responsible for maintaining order. If you have any issues, feel free to tell , and I’ll help resolve them."
"Soone from Dragon Tiger Hall?" Upon hearing this, the two seed to llow out. After all, the reputation of Dragon Tiger Hall was well established, and they wouldn’t dare disregard it.
"Alright, since you’re from Dragon Tiger Hall, explain why both of us being Earthly List experts, he gets to sit in front of . Does it an I’m inferior?"
"You’re inherently not as good as ," the other middle-aged man retorted, "I rank seventh on the Earthly List while you’re eighth, so by ranking, I should be sitting in front."
"That’s nonsense, I’ve long surpassed you in skill; let’s settle this with a duel if you dare."
"Today is a Martial Arts Tournant, not a brawl. I wouldn’t stoop to your level, making a spectacle publicly."
"You—"
Listening to their bickering back and forth, Ling Chen gestured for them to stop.
"Gentlen, the seating is randomly arranged; it doesn’t imply anything. Furthermore, if you wish to duel, you’ll have a chance later on stage. This Martial Arts Tournant includes a challenge match, where you can challenge anyone present, provided they dare accept."
"Really? Great, that’s wonderful," said the middle-aged man excitedly, "Qin, you better not run away; see how I deal with you then." He paused, then turned to Ling Chen, "Hey, I’m Zhou Hongyan, when the challenge match starts, notify first."
Ling Chen smiled and nodded, "Of course."
Speaking of which, Ling Chen suddenly noticed Su i leading a group toward them from the other side of the VIP seats. Behind Su i were monks and Taoists, along with several elderly figures with white hair who walked effortlessly, barely leaving traces on the ground. Witnessing this, Ling Chen was utterly astounded.
Wow! Experts, all experts; they must be the reclusive masters Su i invited.
Before these masters, Su i, the Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master, appeared very respectful, always leaning slightly. After those people were seated, Ling Chen swiftly approached Su i, curiously asking, "Master Su, who are these people?"
Su i responded with a mysterious smile, "They are reclusive experts from the Martial Arts world. As for their identities, keeping it confidential for now is best. I made significant efforts to invite them."
Hearing this, Ling Chen imdiately understood. Su i was likely worried he might poach them, hence the secrecy about their identities. However, the more mysterious Su i seed, the more curious Ling Chen beca.
If she won’t say, I can still inquire myself!
Before long, the number of spectators in the venue had reached tens of thousands, packed like sardines, bustling with excitent. Checking the ti, it was already half-past ten, and all the hundred-plus VIP seats were filled.
At this point, a young man in a suit walked onto the stage, holding a microphone and announcing, "May I have your attention, please. The opening ceremony of this year’s Martial Arts Tournant is about to begin."
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