The Dramatic Crown Princess Wants to Poison Me!

It was unclear whether it was intentional or forgotten, but there were no chairs for Feiyun Pavilion.

Ling Xiao looked at Xue Sheng with a meaningful gaze, carrying a hint of ridicule.

Since entering the main hall, Ling Xiao’s face hadn’t shown much expression, calm and steady, as if nothing could move him, nothing could anger him. Now revealing such an expression, Xue Sheng, of course, knew why. He frowned and shouted, "Bring a few more chairs!"

Though the opponent was here to challenge, their Blood Tiger Hall’s initial show of power was enough. Deliberately causing discomfort with trivial matters like chairs would be beneath their dignity.

Xue Sheng said to Ling Xiao, "This is Master Ling Xiao, please outline your intentions!"

Ling Xiao said calmly, "Simple, the Sect Leaders and Hall Masters present will be met by me in combat. As for your subordinates, they will be met by these five disciples of my Azure Dragon Hall!"

Does he mean troops matching against troops, generals against generals?

But he’s merely a "subordinate" of Feiyun Pavilion, asking them as Hall Masters and Sect Leaders to face just one Hall Master might seem below their stature!

Xue Sheng said, "Master Ling, you have very few people from Feiyun Pavilion, do you not need to call for more?"

With over twenty against six, it was polite to exchange a few words, lest the opponent claims outside that they bullied with numbers.

Ling Xiao said, "Currently, not many from Feiyun Pavilion have arrived in the Capital City, the Pavilion Master is busy. If she finishes her business and wants to check on us, she will come on her own!"

So the Pavilion Master is in the Capital City, Xue Sheng exchanged a glance with a few others, and Xue Sheng said, "Since your Pavilion Master is in the Capital City, should we wait for him to arrive before we begin? We are many, to avoid the claim we are bullying with numbers!"

Ling Xiao immediately understood his meaning. They weren’t truly interested in meeting the Pavilion Master, merely worried he might not admit defeat. He said with calm: "The Pavilion Master has entrusted me with full authority on this matter, and whatever the outcome, it is an outcome recognized by Feiyun Pavilion. As for bullying with numbers? Master Xue, you jest. To put it simply, we are here to challenge your authority. If we had a similar number to yours, it wouldn’t be challenging your authority, but rather a meleé!"

Xue Sheng: ". . ."

Duan Sizhan and the others: ". . ."

Truly arrogant!

Duan Sizhan said, "I will go first!"

Ling Xiao said again calmly, "Sect Leader Duan, your opponent is me, wouldn’t you rather like your subordinates to have a go first? In my opinion, let them play first, then it’ll be our turn!"

Of the five forces present, the leaders of the other four were accompanied by two or three people. As the hosts, Blood Tiger Hall seemed prepared with eight capable fighters.

Twenty-two people, he brought five skilled fighters from Azure Dragon Hall, each would face four.

And here, he faced five.

Winning with fewer against many isn’t something unusual, they’d been doing it for more than half a month!

The difference being against small factions, he merely observed; today, he had to get involved.

Duan Sizhan was left speechless, begrudgingly said, "Alright!"

With their numbers, he really didn’t believe these mere six could prevail.

Ling Xiao glanced at a man beside him, thick eyebrows, big eyes, about twenty-two or three, honest looking, dressed plainly, appearing more like a robust country woodcutter than a Jianghu man.

He smiled shyly, first walking over to the weapons rack beneath the stage, picking out a knife, hesitated to put it down, picked up a sword, paused, set down the sword, meandered to the left, looking here and there, indecisive. Finally, seemingly out of options, he casually grabbed a long spear.

He first held the long spear, perhaps feeling it was inelegant, dragged it along, the spear tip scraping the ground with a screeching noise, rather jarring, forcing him to hold the shaft, half-tucked under his arm, and went on stage.

Once on stage, he propped the spear on the ground, clasped his fists in salute, shyly said, "I am Sang Youchong, a junior, seeking guidance!"

After saying that, he lowered his head, seeming even more honest.

Feiyun Pavilion actually sent such a person to go first. Duan Sizhan snorted lightly, it seemed Ling Xiao was truthful when he said not many from Feiyun Pavilion were in the Capital. Although they fought their way here, surely they suffered losses. So the few he could use were just these. Ironically, they seemed to be pulling in anyone to make up the numbers.

He could see it, and certainly, the others could too. Since the opponent sent such a person, they deserved the first battle as an auspicious start.