Chapter 106 Taking on a Disciple: Feng Xiaotian
Feng Xiaotian looked towards the audience seats with a puzzled expression, his gaze landing on the location of Shenfeng Academy.
There stood a middle-aged man who bore a striking resemblance to him.
That was his father, Feng Qingyuan, the dean of Shenfeng Academy.
A hint of helplessness flashed in Feng Qingyuan's eyes. His lips moved, and he again transmitted a message to Feng Xiaotian in a telepathic voice: "Xiaotian, admit defeat."
Feng Xiaotian's heart trembled, his eyes widening in disbelief as he looked at Feng Qingyuan.
This was the first time he had seen his father show such weakness, and he couldn't understand why he should admit defeat when he held such a clear advantage.
To clarify the situation, he responded in kind, "Father, why? Tang San is merely a Soul Master. If you hadn't stopped me, I would have already won."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyuan sighed.
His gaze swept over the location of the three upper sects, he closed his eyes, and continued to transmit his message to Feng Xiaotian.
"Xiaotian, you're not getting any younger. You need to understand that the martial world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social graces."
"Shenfeng Academy is affiliated with the Heaven Dou Empire, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has an extremely close relationship with the Heaven Dou Empire. Tang San is not only the son-in-law of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School but also a direct descendant of
the Clear Sky School." "If you defeat him, you'll be slapping the faces of the Upper Three Sects and the Heaven Dou Empire. Your momentary act of heroism might bring Shenfeng Academy to its doom."
Hearing Feng Qingyuan's telepathic message, Feng Xiaotian clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.
After Feng Qingyuan's reminder, he understood that his father was acting against his will.
He looked up at the audience seats where the Upper Three Sects were located, only to see Bone Douluo coldly staring at him, his eyes full of threat.
Yu Yuanzhen, on the other hand, looked on with amusement, as if he had already foreseen the outcome of the match.
"I see."
Seeing those from the Upper Three Sects who had just been there, Feng Xiaotian gave a bitter smile, an endless sorrow welling up in his heart.
He had thought that with his strength, he could shine brightly in the Soul Master Exchange Tournament.
But unexpectedly, the so-called Soul Master Exchange Tournament was nothing more than a stage for the three upper sects to showcase their sect's strength.
The Soul Masters from these smaller academies were merely supporting characters.
On the arena, Tang San took advantage of Feng Xiaotian's momentary lapse in concentration to regulate his breathing, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.
He knew all too well that Feng Xiaotian's momentary lapse was due to interference.
Otherwise, he would have already been defeated by Feng Xiaotian.
As a man who valued his reputation, Tang San would never tolerate such a "handout."
However, being alive now, he felt nothing but a strange sense of satisfaction.
He touched the still-bleeding wound on his chest, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent as he looked at Feng Xiaotian.
He roared inwardly, "Feng Xiaotian, you have already met your end!"
Tang San's hands unconsciously went to his waist, to the Soul Guidance Device filled with hidden weapons, ready to launch a sneak attack on Feng Xiaotian at any moment.
As for the abandoned Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night, he had already destroyed it.
The audience and the contestants who had advanced to the second round stared in bewilderment at the arena where Tang San and Feng Xiaotian were fighting. They
couldn't understand why the fierce battle had suddenly stopped.
Feng Xiaotian met Feng Qingyuan's gaze with a bitter smile, seeing the helplessness in his father's eyes.
Now in his twenties, he was no longer a naive child. He
naturally understood that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was using its power to bully them, and their Divine Wind Academy could only accept their fate.
But he was unwilling.
But what could he do?
Divine Wind Academy was no match for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, let alone the Upper Three Sects and the Heaven Dou Empire.
Feng Qingyuan felt extremely guilty seeing Feng Xiaotian's dejected look.
As a father, he couldn't offer his son any help.
However, all of this was observed by Lan Minghua in the audience.
He naturally couldn't stand by and watch the ugly face of the Upper Three Sects bullying others. After all, he provided a 100,000-year-old soul bone as a reward for the Soul Master Exchange Tournament, not for the three upper sects or the Spirit Hall, but for Oscar and his group.
Feng Xiaotian was qualified to be his disciple, and this would allow him to publicly expose the ugly faces of the three upper sects, making them lose face.
Lan Minghua casually tossed aside the bone club in his hand and lazily stood up.
His action instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Gu Rong had a bad feeling, but he didn't have the strength to stop Lan Minghua.
Lan Minghua patted his round belly and said loudly to Feng Xiaotian, "Hey, handsome, do you want to be my disciple? If you become my disciple, I'll guarantee you admission to Shenfeng Academy."
These words caused an uproar.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Lan Minghua, sensing something unusual.
Feng Xiaotian could have won the match directly, but he froze at the last moment.
Those with weaker strength, though unaware of what had happened, were certain there was something fishy going on.
They all stared wide-eyed and strained their ears, intently watching Lan Minghua.
Lan Minghua didn't disappoint them, casually surveying the room before finally fixing his gaze on Gu Rong, Yu Yuanzhen, and the others.
Then, a lazy voice rang out: "If some unscrupulous people try to harm Shenfeng Academy because you won the competition, don't worry, I'll kill them all."
Hearing this, everyone understood.
Even the slowest among them grasped the implication in Lan Minghua's words.
Looking at the location of the three upper sects and the disciples who had already advanced on the arena, their eyes were filled with mockery.
In an instant, whether it was the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Haotian School, or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School, their faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
However, they couldn't refute it; it was obvious to everyone.
Feng Xiaotian was stunned, never expecting that Lan Minghua, a powerhouse who could casually produce a 100,000-year-old soul bone, would actually want to take him as a disciple.
Although he was very excited, he still looked at Feng Qingyuan to ask for his father's opinion.
Feng Qingyuan nodded quickly, after all, Lan Minghua was renowned, and perhaps he could change Feng Xiaotian's fate.
Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian no longer hesitated, immediately kneeling on the arena and bowing deeply to Lan Minghua: "Disciple Feng Xiaotian greets Master!"
Lan Minghua nodded in satisfaction, and with a casual wave of his hand, three soul tools flew towards Feng Xiaotian in full view of everyone.
The three soul tools were the Devouring Pouch, the Black Battle Armor, and the Three Treasure Pearls.
Tang San saw this scene and wanted to immediately launch a sneak attack on Feng Xiaotian.
However, when he tried to make a move, he found that he couldn't even move a finger.
Feng Xiaotian took the three soul tools and kowtowed to Lan Minghua again, "Thank you, Master."
Lan Minghua heard the system's voice in his mind, casually waved his hand, and said indifferently, "Continue the match, don't delay the others."
Feng Xiaotian nodded heavily, then stood up and faced Tang San again.
At this moment, his aura suddenly changed.
Gone was the dejected air of before; replaced by boundless confidence.
"Tang San, you won't be so lucky this time! Prepare to die!"
Feng Xiaotian's third spirit ring suddenly lit up, followed by a pair of enormous azure wings unfurling from his back.
It was his third spirit skill, Gale Wings.
He flashed, appearing almost instantaneously before Tang San, his wolf claws carrying azure wind blades, slashing down at him.
Tang San was prepared, but was still shocked by Feng Xiaotian's speed, his pupils shrinking sharply.
However, with the aid of the Purple Demon Eye and Ghost Shadow Steps, he narrowly avoided the attack.
His hands flashed across his spirit tools, unleashing a barrage of hidden weapons like a rain of pear blossoms towards Feng Xiaotian.
Round Two begins!
(End of Chapter)
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