Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character

Chapter 149: The Power of Qing Tan

Suspended mid-air, Lin Langtian surveyed the massive coliseum packed with excited spectators. He hadn't expected the uproar his presence would cause. Shaking his head slightly, he allowed his lithe form to descend gently into the central arena, like drifting willow fluff.

The coliseum was divided into outer and inner sections. The outer sections were open to the general public, while the inner section housed respected figures from the Great Yan Dynasty's prominent factions and influential circles.

At that moment, Lin Langtian was unquestionably the center of attention. His every move drew countless gazes, especially from the esteemed guests who, although aware of his exceptional talent, hadn't anticipated his overwhelming influence within the Lin clan. Seeing the nearly one million spectators, many of whom seemed to idolize him, these guests exchanged wry smiles. Not even the Lin Clan Patriarch, Lin Fan, could command such devotion. Lin Langtian's brilliance was undoubtedly a boon for the Lin clan but could spell disaster for rival powers—this one person alone could bolster the Lin clan's strength for centuries to come.

As Lin Langtian reached the coliseum, the clan competition began in full swing. The brief silence following his arrival was soon replaced by thunderous cheers. The clan competition was one of the Lin clan's rarest and most cherished events, an occasion everyone awaited eagerly.

The layout of the main arena was far from ordinary. It was shaped like an enormous cone with a narrow top and broad base, featuring hundreds of distinct platforms separated by well-defined boundaries. The platforms decreased in number as they ascended, with the top-most platform on par with the height of the coliseum itself, and it alone marked the final battleground where the ultimate confrontation would occur.

At the start of the competition, flashes of movement filled the arena, with silhouettes darting across the numerous platforms as surges of energy erupted. It was clear that the clan competition was well underway.

"Victory for Lin Dongtian of the Xuancheng branch!"

"Victory for Lin Hua of the Lin Clan!"

"…"

The arena was electrified, the excitement reaching its peak as countless eyes focused on these young fighters from both the Lin clan's main and branch families. Each time a powerful, resonant announcement declared the winner, the arena erupted into deafening cheers, as that marked a bout's end.

"Boom!"

On one platform, a fierce burst of energy flared up as two figures collided. One of the figures was thrown backward, flying out of bounds and crashing to the ground, spitting out blood.

"Victory for Lin Yang of the Lin Clan! Defeat for Lin Hong of the Yan City branch!" echoed the referee's voice.

Lin Langtian's gaze shifted toward the platform where the fight had concluded. "So, Yan City's branch family is here. Looks like Lin Dong isn't around yet…" His eyes scanned the crowd, soon spotting the Yan City group, which included elder powerhouses like Lin Zhentian and younger members like Lin Hong and Lin Xia, but Lin Dong was nowhere to be seen.

"I wonder how much stronger Lin Dong has gotten now that he has the Devouring Ancestral Symbol…" Lin Langtian murmured as he rubbed his chin. After a moment of thought, he shook his head. Regardless of Lin Dong's potential, matching him was no easy feat.

In this timeline, Lin Langtian would not repeat the mistakes of his former self.

"You from the branch families think you can compete with me?" mocked a youth in brocade robes from the main clan, smirking as he suddenly remembered something. "Wait, aren't you from Yan City's branch family? That means you know Qing Tan, right?"

"Qing Tan?" Lin Hong, wiping blood from his mouth, looked at him with confusion. "Yes, she's from Yan City. Why?"

The brocade-clad youth's demeanor shifted dramatically. With a strained smile, he said, "Brother from the branch family, I… may have been a bit rough just now. After the competition, I'd be more than happy to treat you to a drink. Just please… could you avoid telling Qing Tan about this?"

Lin Hong stared in surprise, detecting a hint of fear in the youth's voice when he mentioned Qing Tan. It seemed she had made quite a mark on the younger generation of the Lin clan during her time there.

A faint smile appeared on Lin Hong's lips. First, he had been surpassed by Lin Dong, and now he was receiving apologies from someone worried about Qing Tan. "Don't worry," he said, "it was just a spar, and I'm not badly hurt. I won't mention it to her."

"Thank you, brother! You're a good friend indeed!" the young man replied with a relieved smile.

Just as Lin Hong's match ended, attention shifted northward within the unique cone-shaped arena, where many eyes were focused on another duel. Most of the interest was drawn to a particular young woman.

This young woman wore a modest green dress, and her figure was graceful yet lithe, her skin fair as jade, and her brows elegantly shaped. Her large, clear eyes moved gracefully across the arena, attracting awe-filled gazes from many young members of the Lin clan.

The young woman was none other than Qing Tan. After being taken in by Lin Langtian and nurtured within the main clan for over half a year, she had become well-known within Lin City.

"In this match: Qing Tan from Yan City branch versus Lin Feng from the Lin clan!" The middle-aged referee glanced at Qing Tan, his gaze showing admiration. Although Qing Tan had only trained within the main clan for several months, her natural talent was second only to that of the clan's prodigy, Lin Langtian, and she had won the favor of many clan elders.

"Whoosh!"

At the referee's call, a figure darted into the arena, agile and resolute. As he landed, Lin Feng offered a rueful smile. Ranked among the main clan's top talents, he had repeatedly challenged Qing Tan in the past. Initially, he had the advantage, relying on his seniority and his connection to the main clan. But over time, she had not only caught up to him but surpassed him, besting him in each successive match.

Bowing slightly to the referee, Lin Feng sighed and declared, "I concede."

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