Lin Tian glanced at the people here; Wang Wanxi, Yuwen Xingjian, Yuwen Luofei, and beside them, Li Wenfeng. Not far away were the brother and sister Situ Yufeng and Situ Ruoling. Situ Ruoling’s eyes were scanning the crowd, seemingly searching for soone. Lin Tian naturally knew that the little girl was looking for him.
Aside from that, Lin Tian also noticed Tang Ziqing. As the host, she naturally had to make an appearance. Unfortunately, there was no sign of Miss, and he wondered what that little girl was up to at a ti like this.
Before the ancient building, almost all the major families had gathered: the Wang Family, the Situ family, the Yuwen Family, and of course, the host, Qingshuang Pavilion. When the announcent sounded, these families naturally had no reaction, nor did the lone Ancient Martial Artists, as they all held invitations.
However, as for the ordinary Ancient Martial Artists, they were unable to secure invitations and naturally could not enter the auction venue, which naturally caused so discontent. Although it had always been this way, deep down, they still felt a sense of frustration. Who wouldn’t want to see rare treasures?
In truth, they could only look at them, as those treasures were invaluable, affordable only by the major families.
"I object. Why should they be the only ones to get invitations? Everyone, let’s protest together. We want to get inside too." A disgruntled shout rose from the crowd, and then a towering figure, a burly man with a full beard, stepped forward.
The burly man was almost the tallest in the audience, nearly two ters tall, not the lanky type but rather with sturdy limbs and bulging muscles. His arms were thicker than the legs of won present.
On his back, he carried a black rod over a ter long, as thick as an average person’s arm. If looked at closely, the black rod had a tallic sheen, clearly a black iron rod.
The man expected to be echoed by others, but as soon as he stepped forward, the people around him all took three steps back, their expressions seemingly saying, "I don’t know this guy."
"Damn, is this guy new here, daring to challenge the Ling Family and the host, Qingshuang Pavilion? He’s looking for trouble." Soone muttered quietly.
"Exactly, here, if you have any grievances, just discuss them. Who’d be foolish enough to step out like that, having so nerve." Another person echoed.
The burly man naturally heard and saw this. He turned his head to scan the nearby people, snorted disdainfully, "Hm, a bunch of cowards. Watch how I get in there."
The people around didn’t stop him, only showing schadenfreude expressions on their faces, seemingly watching a show, waiting to see how the burly man would make a fool of himself. As for the major families, they remained silent since this wasn’t their territory, rely watching the situation unfold.
The burly man strode forward confidently, and soone blocked his path. Seeing who it was, Lin Tian was quite surprised; it was the little girl who had followed him to the n’s restroom.
The little girl was slim and tall, quite exceptional in height, but still couldn’t compare to the nearly two-ter-tall burly man, especially in terms of sheer size. The burly man was more than twice her size, making her look like a child in comparison.
"Little girl, who are you? Daring to block my path, move aside," the burly man said upon seeing the girl blocking him, initially stunned, then scowled with a fierce face.
"Who am I? This Miss never changes her na or her surna. Ling Shuiyao. You big, rude blockhead, don’t cause trouble here," the girl retorted, head held high, hands on her hips, not backing down.
So this little girl was nad Ling Shuiyao. In the corner, Lin Tian showed a hint of a smile. Others were quite surprised too, as the girl bore the Ling surna. Her appearance here, blocking the burly man, indicated she was from the Ling Family.
"I don’t hit won easily, get out of my way," the burly man growled, simultaneously removing the black iron rod from his back and slamming it heavily onto the ground as he finished speaking.
Boom—
A loud crash, the ground shook violently, and at the point where the black iron rod struck, the bluestone surface was cracked all over, shattered by the burly man’s blow.
With that, paired with his towering figure, he montarily appeared very imposing, catching those who were previously watching with mockery off guard, realizing this rough-seeming burly man was not just a paper tiger after all.
As a result, they were sowhat worried about Ling Shuiyao standing before him. Such an enchanting and graceful girl, if that black iron rod struck, she could be utterly destroyed.
Ling Shuiyao rely let out a soft snort, then declared confidently, "Seeing as you have so brute strength with all those muscles, let’s do this. You attack with your black iron rod. If you can make step back, the Langya Pavilion auction will open its doors to you, allowing you to enter freely."
"But if you can’t make retreat, then stop ntioning entering the auction!" Ling Shuiyao fixed her gaze on the burly man, issuing a direct challenge, giving him no chance to escape.
This was the Ling Family making their stance clear. Langya Pavilion’s auction had always only allowed entry to those with invitations. Naturally, so would be discontented, and so would challenge the authority, but Langya Pavilion’s rules had never changed, indicating that no one could shake Langya Pavilion’s authority.
This ti, perhaps the burly man was new to the scene, as they would say in ancient tis, just entering the Jianghu, becoming another challenger.
"Alright, you said it. Don’t bla for bullying a little girl," the burly man bellowed, glaring with bull-like eyes, loudly declaring.
Ling Shuiyao simply extended a hand, gesturing for him to proceed. Seeing the little girl’s resolute stance, the corners of the burly man’s mouth twitched. Being drawn into a battle with a girl wasn’t sothing he desired; winning wouldn’t be honorable, and losing would cause embarrassnt.
However, words had been spoken, and there was no backing down in front of so many Ancient Martial Artists. Retreating would leave him no face in the Ancient Martial World.
"Hmph!"
The burly man snorted, took a step back with the black iron rod in hand, and squinted, "Seeing you’re a young girl, I’ll use only fifty percent, no, thirty percent of my power. Whether you’ll be injured or not, depends on your fortune."
"Heh..." The burly man yelled, swinging his arm wide, raising the black iron rod, resembling a giant axe ready to cleave, as he swung down towards the awaiting Ling Shuiyao.
As the black iron rod swung through the air, it produced a shrill sound. Even before the rod fell, its power scattered the surrounding air, sending a gust that whipped Ling Shuiyao’s hair and sash.
The people who had mocked him were taken aback again. Thirty percent of his power already had such might; those with slightly lesser skills could barely keep their eyes open from the gust, losing the fight before it even began.
They completely retracted their contempt, realizing the burly man’s seemingly reckless actions were due to his inherent strength. Now, they were sowhat anxious about Ling Shuiyao. If she lost just like that, would a precedent be set allowing entry without an invitation?
If that truly happened, forcing the Ling Family to break their rule, the burly man would gain fa in the Ancient Martial World.
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