飞行员和小空乘POP

The Lin clan's people were ushered by the people of the White Cloud Sect into a large waiting hall. Inside, there were several other groups. They seemed to be participants in the tournament as well.

Once everyone settled in, Lin Bubai gave them a brief introduction to the tournament. "The number of young people joining this tournament is immense. Probably almost every young cultivator around age twelve to fifteen, who were without a clan or from small clans, joined this tournament. Apart from getting rewards and making a name for themselves, they hoped to catch the eyes of the White Cloud Sect. If their talents were recognized, they might get an invitation to join."

"So, what's the benefit of joining this tournament for the big clans?" Amon asked. It was unlikely that any of the big clans wanted their members to join the sect.

"A nobody should just shut up," Lin Cang said to Amon.

Amon didn't entertain the kid a glance. He continued to stare at Lin Bubai, awaiting an answer. This irked Lin Cang.

"Good question. Unlike the small clans, we have no interest in joining the sect," Lin Bubai answered. "Apart from making a name for our clan, there is actually not much incentive for us to trouble ourselves. The rewards provided by the sects for the winner are also nothing to write about for the big clans. However, for a purpose that I cannot disclose to you yet, we big clans have a target to become the top ten. It has something to do with the arrangement we have with the White Clan Sect."

'Top ten? Is that why the clan master give me that condition?' Amon thought back to his conversations with Lin Weida.

"Top ten? No problem! I will take the top one for sure!" Lin Cang exclaimed.

A burst of laughter was heard. Everyone turned to the source and saw a group of people approaching.

"You Lin people are still as boastful as ever," a large muscular man in the lead said.

"Lei Tong, you still like to meddle in people's business," Lin Bubai uttered, clear displeasure in his voice. "Why don't you just stay there in your corner and enjoy the time while you can? You won't be able to enjoy it any longer once your Lei youth met ours in the tournament."

"Ahaha… As expected of the second man in the Lin clan. Even when you insult people, you still do it in class. However, I can assure you that you will be the one that won't be able to enjoy your time here when our youths met in the tournament."

"We will see," Lin Bubai said.

"Which one is Lin Mo?" One of the people that came with Lei Tong suddenly asked. It was a middle-aged woman who displayed sumptuous bearing.

"Let me introduce you, this is Wei Sui," Lei Tong said. "She oversees the youths from the Wei clan."

Wei Sui was eyeing the four boys that were representing the Lin clan. She said, "Which one of you four is Lin Mo? Come on, are you afraid to show yourself?"

"Granny, if you are targeting someone, you should learn how they look first. Are the Wei clan all full of incompetents?" Amon said.

Wei Sui's eyes almost bulged out from the insult.

"You must be the one then. Good! Very good!" Wei Sui hissed at Amon. "Know that Wei Feng and Wei Fan are my nephews. I won't rest until I have their killer in the grave. I hope you don't get disqualified before reaching the semi-final. I look forward to seeing you beg for your life before my Wei Lhosa crushed your head."

Amon turned to the one Wei Sui was indicating. It was a boy with an arrogant look. He pointed at Amon and said, "You are mine! Don't go losing on purpose to run away."

Amon smirked at the threat.

"Are you people done making insults and threats? Now go away! Or do you want me to call the White Cloud people to shoo you away?" Lin Bubai said to them.

"Hehe. Okay, okay. Since brother Bubai does not welcome us, we will wait at our corner. Enjoy your time here while it lasts. Maybe we will send you all packing home before the Final," Lei Tong said. He turned around and left while continuing to laugh.

"Hmph, such an irritating person. We will crush those Lei and Wei people and show them the Lin clan is the best!" Lin Cang declared.

"Yeah!" Lin Gai gave his support.

"That's a good spirit, but don't go underestimating those two clans. They are also considered big clans for a reason," Lin Bubai said. "You all should pay attention to that long-haired youth in the white clothes. He is Lei San, he is one of the Lei clan's young talents. Our people believed that if he was of the same age, his cultivation might rival our Lin Xiaolong. He is currently at half-step into reaching the peak Strength stage."

The Lin boys gave the youth in white clothes a serious stare. Lin Xiaolong was, after all, the current rising star amongst Lin clan's young generation.

"That Wei Lhosa is also not simple. Our report mentioned that his cultivation is not lower than Lei San. In fact, you shouldn't underestimate any of the representatives from the big clans. They were targeting the top ten. So they will obviously send the most talented youths they had who were still age fifteen and below."

Lin Bubai then asked them all to sit and rest. They should conserve their strength for the preliminary round.

Once they all settled in their seats, Amon asked Lin Guo who was sitting beside him, "What's the cultivation level of that Wei Sui woman?"

Lin Guo didn't immediately answer. He was tasked to protect Amon outside of the tournament but didn't mean that Amon was his master. Still, the question was not asking for sensitive information, so he answered, "peak Transformation stage of the Human realm." He was wondering though, why the kid asked about the woman's cultivation. Didn't he suppose to worry about the other youths who would be his opponents?

Amon didn't really see those kids as menaces. He didn't underestimate them, but they simply didn't give him enough pressure. They were still kids, after all. Even if they had a high cultivation level, their life and death experiences were insufficient.

The woman Wei Sui, though, was different. He could feel her hatred for him. That Wei Feng and Wei Fan might have meant more to her than simple nephews. He was not sure if she would not try something outside the tournament. He preferred to know the limit of his enemy.

*

After waiting for almost an hour, two White Cloud followers finally came. One of them asked the five participants to follow him. While the other asked the rest to follow him, he will take them to a VIP viewing platform.

"It's beginning, try your best for the good name of the clan," Lin Bubai encouraged.

"I will bring glory to our clan!" Lin Cang declared.

"Me too!" Lin Gai followed suit.

The other two also showed their enthusiasm. Only Amon remained indifferent.

They then followed the White Cloud follower. They saw the youths from the other teams in this waiting hall also had someone fetching them.

They were taken to a long hallway. After reaching an intersection, they were separated, three of them were ushered by other White Cloud people to different paths, leaving only Amon and Lin Gai, who was asked to resume forward. Amon looked back and saw the other clan's youths were also separated.

As they continued walking, they could hear cheer and clamor from the end of the hallway. Not long after, they came out to a very large circular arena. Around the arena were raised-up viewing steps. Amon saw the arena as similar to the colosseum of his past life, only much, much larger.

p The White Cloud follower left after bringing them there. There were already many youths standing around in the arena, with many more joining from different entrances. It appeared there were more waiting halls than the one they were in, Amon thought.

The number of youths joining this tournament was staggering. Amon estimated that there were already around five hundred at the moment, and there were still more joining.

After a while, the last youth arrived. The crowd was still noisy. Suddenly everyone felt heavy pressure from above. Their noise died down. Amon looked up and saw a man floating in the sky above.

'Flying…' Amon thought with expectation after seeing the floating figure. He had read from the book that someone who had reached the Spirit stage of the Martial realm, could fly. It was a superhuman feat impossible to achieve without a machine in his past life. To know that such a thing was possible here, filled him with eagerness and anticipation. He knew it was just a matter of time for him to reach that stage.

The flying person was wearing a white robe with the cloud symbol, as was the White Cloud common uniform. But in addition to the robe was also a golden mantle. Considering his cultivation level, the flying man must not be anyone simple.

The man landed in the middle of the arena. He had intentionally been releasing the pressure of his cultivation to capture the crowd's attention. Now everyone was watching him and waiting for him to speak.

When he spoke, his words were soft, but the voice was carried to the furthest of the seating platform. Everyone could hear him clearly as if he was speaking right next to them. "Thank you, everyone, to have come to this White Cloud Tournament. For those that don't know me yet, my name is Pai Kuan. As for the participants, I will now explain about these tournament rounds."