The Qi Cultivation Emperor Who Snatches Brides, do you think you're funny?

On ordinary days, the area in front of Linlang Academy is always bustling with activity and a magnificent sight, and today is no exception.

The academy's towering gate was dozens of feet high, and the four large characters "Linlang Academy" on the gate exuded a faint sword intent and sharp aura, demonstrating the academy's extraordinary and powerful nature.

In the wide plaza in front of the gate, people came and went, all of them outstanding cultivators from various places. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes, carrying swords or holding magic weapons. Their spiritual energy fluctuated, some powerful and some agile. Each of them exuded an aura of confidence and pride.

At the edge of the plaza, various powerful mounts were parked, all of them descendants of divine beasts, majestic and awe-inspiring.

Some resemble Qilin, their scales shimmering with iridescent light. As they walk, it's as if they're treading on auspicious clouds, each step causing a slight tremor in the ground. They lie quietly to the side, their dragon eyes sparkling with intelligence as they curiously survey their surroundings. Others resemble dragons, their bodies slender, surrounded by wisps of water vapor. Occasionally, they open their mouths wide, exhaling a cloud of spiritual energy. They seem drawn to the lively atmosphere, swaying their bodies slightly.

On either side of the academy gate stood several disciples on guard. They stood tall and straight, their eyes bright and alert, watching those entering and leaving the academy and maintaining order at the gate. Although these disciples were young, the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from them were not to be underestimated. Clearly, they had all undergone rigorous selection and possessed considerable strength.

Just as everyone was walking and talking, enjoying the unique lively atmosphere in front of the academy, a figure rushed over like a shooting star, bringing with it a whistling sound, which attracted everyone's attention.

Upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, everyone was stunned, their eyes filled with shock.

The newcomer was Jiang Yu. He was tall and slender, and his black robe fluttered in the wind, the hem of which rustled.

His face was stern, and his eyes were filled with a chilling coldness, as if they could freeze the surrounding air.

He stood there straight in front of the gates of Linlang Academy, his gaze sweeping around before he suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Jiang Yang, get out here! And Linlang Academy, if you know what's good for you, hand over Jiang Yang right now!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, echoing across the square and instantly shattering the previous noise, plunging the entire scene into a deathly silence.

The mounts of the powerful figures in front of the academy seemed to sense the tense atmosphere. The lazy eyes of the Qilin mount instantly sharpened, and the multicolored scales on its body shimmered with dazzling light, as if it were on guard against something. The Jiaolong mount also stopped swaying its body, and the clouds it exhaled trembled slightly. Its dragon eyes were full of shock, and it turned to look at Jiang Yu in unison, as if it could not believe that someone would dare to challenge him so arrogantly in front of the famous Linlang Academy.

The disciples guarding the academy gate were taken aback at first, then their faces showed anger. They did not expect that someone would dare to cause trouble in front of the academy gate, and even be so arrogant as to name and demand someone.

A disciple who appeared to be the leader stepped forward and shouted sternly, "You audacious madman, how dare you spout nonsense in front of the Linglang Academy! Do you know where you are? Get out of here at once, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

Jiang Yu seemed not to have heard the disciple's words. He raised his head slightly, his eyes full of disdain, and snorted coldly, "I am here today only to settle old scores with Jiang Yang. It has nothing to do with you unrelated people. If you know what's good for you, don't get in my way. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

His words exuded an undeniable domineering aura, and his powerful presence made the surrounding air feel oppressive.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding talented cultivators erupted in a commotion, whispering amongst themselves.

"Who is this Jiang Yu? How dare he come to Linlang Academy to demand someone? Doesn't he know the power behind this academy?"

"Judging from his aura, he doesn't seem to be an ordinary person. But he dares to provoke like this, so he must have some kind of backing."

"Jiang Yang? I've heard of him. He's a renowned genius in the academy, hailed as a potential future saint. What old grudge does this guy want to settle with him? This is going to be quite a show."

The crowd murmured amongst themselves. Amidst the commotion, the disciples of Linlang Academy glared angrily at Jiang Yu. They found it unbearable that someone would dare to so openly provoke them in front of their academy. In their eyes, it was simply an act of courting death.

Just then, a disciple named Zhou Lu in the crowd heard Jiang Yang's name and his eyes flickered slightly.

He knew Jiang Yang's status in the academy well. He was the young master of the Jiang family, possessing a brilliant mind and extraordinary talent. His cultivation speed was incredibly fast, and the strength he displayed on a daily basis was beyond the reach of many disciples. He was even praised by the academy's headmaster, who called him a future sage with unlimited potential.

Zhou Lu had always admired Jiang Yang and regarded him as a role model. When he heard that someone was coming to cause trouble for Jiang Yang in such a grand manner, his sense of justice surged. He didn't care about the danger that the other party might bring and stepped forward to stand in front of Jiang Yu.

Zhou Lu was tall and strong, and his tight-fitting clothes accentuated his muscular physique. He held a long spear, the shaft of which emitted a faint spiritual glow, clearly indicating that it was also an extraordinary magical weapon.

His brows furrowed, and he looked at Jiang Yu with a serious expression, sternly rebuking him: "How dare you be so arrogant and provocative in front of our Linlang Academy! You even dare to call out our Senior Brother Jiang Yang by name! Do you think our Linlang Academy is easy to bully? I advise you to leave immediately, otherwise, today you will definitely taste the consequences of offending our academy!"

His voice was loud and clear, full of energy, and his words conveyed a fearless determination. The spear trembled slightly as he spoke, as if responding to its master's anger.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in them. He sized Zhou Lu up and down, a mocking smile curving his lips, and coldly asked, "What? You want to stand up for that despicable Jiang Yang? I think you should save your breath. You think you're worthy of standing in front of me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Lu's face flushed red with anger. As a disciple of Linlang Academy, he had never suffered such humiliation. Without saying another word, he suddenly trembled his spear, channeling spiritual energy into it. The spear tip instantly burst forth with a dazzling light, thrusting straight towards Jiang Yu. He shouted, "Arrogant fool, stop spouting nonsense! Take this!"

The sharp spear light sliced ​​through the air with a piercing whistling sound, moving with incredible speed, reaching Jiang Yu in the blink of an eye. Jiang Yu, however, remained standing motionless, his eyes revealing a chilling coldness, as if he didn't take the attack seriously at all.

Just as the spear's edge was about to pierce him, he slowly raised his right hand and seemingly casually swung it forward. A black streak of spiritual energy surged from his palm and instantly collided with the spear's edge.

With a loud "boom!", the shockwave from the collision of spiritual energy spread outwards. Some of the weaker cultivators nearby were immediately knocked off balance by the force and forced to retreat. Many people hurriedly circulated their spiritual energy to stabilize themselves, staring at the two people in the arena with astonishment.

Zhou Lu felt an extremely powerful force coming from the gun, which made his tiger's mouth go numb and his arm go sore. He almost lost his grip on the spear and involuntarily took several steps back before he could barely steady himself.

He was shocked. He hadn't expected that his opponent's seemingly casual attack would have such power. His full-force shot seemed like child's play to his opponent, utterly ineffective.

"Hmph, is that all you've got? You dare to come out and embarrass yourself? I think you'd better go back home and stop getting in my way." Jiang Yu sneered, his mocking words ringing out again, his icy eyes filled with contempt.

Zhou Lu felt both ashamed and angry. He gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, and gripped his spear tightly again. His spiritual power surged wildly. He knew that the person in front of him was powerful, but as a disciple of Linlang Academy, he could not back down like this. Even if he knew he was no match, he had to fight to the death and defend the dignity of the academy.

"I won't let you succeed! Even if it costs me my life, I won't let you set foot in the academy to harm Senior Brother Jiang Yang!" Zhou Lu shouted, leaping up and twirling his spear in the air. In an instant, the spear light flashed like blooming spiritual flowers, enveloping Jiang Yu in a devastating barrage. Each spear light contained his powerful spiritual energy, making it even more powerful than the previous attack.

Jiang Yu frowned slightly, seemingly getting impatient with Zhou Lu's entanglement. He snorted coldly, stomped his feet on the ground, and rushed forward like a ghost, instantly disappearing into the spear light.

He moved his hands rapidly, and streams of black spiritual energy intertwined in front of him to form a spiritual energy net. The spear beams that struck the spiritual energy net were deflected and could not harm him in the slightest.

Immediately afterward, Jiang Yu flashed and arrived in front of Zhou Lu. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he slammed out his right palm. This palm seemed ordinary, but the power it contained was extremely terrifying. The black spiritual power condensed in his palm as if it were a substance, vaguely forming the shape of a ferocious beast head, and slammed it fiercely towards Zhou Lu.

Zhou Lu had no time to dodge and could only grit his teeth and raise his spear, holding it horizontally in front of him to try and block the palm strike. However, he underestimated the power of the palm strike. With a "crack," the spear in his hand was shattered by the force, and the black spiritual beast head continued its momentum, slamming heavily into his chest.

"Pfft!" Zhou Lu spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust. He lay on the ground, his face ashen, his breath weak, his eyes filled with resentment and pain, clearly suffering from severe internal injuries.

Those around gasped in shock at the sight. They never expected that Zhou Lu would be so easily defeated by Jiang Yu, being severely injured and lying on the ground in just one exchange.

Those disciples of Linlang Academy who were originally considering joining forces to teach Jiang Yu a lesson now showed hesitation. Although they were furious, they were also aware that the strength of the person in front of them was unfathomable. If they acted rashly, they would probably only be asking for trouble.

Jiang Yu glanced at Zhou Lu lying on the ground, his eyes devoid of any pity, and said coldly, "Overestimating yourself. You think you can stop me? What a joke."

Having said that, he turned his gaze back to the gates of Linlang Academy and shouted, "Jiang Yang, how long are you going to hide? Are you a coward who dares not come out and face me? Today, the grudge between us must be settled!"

His voice echoed across the square, carrying an undeniable resolve. His powerful aura intensified the atmosphere, making it feel as if a storm was about to break, leaving everyone breathless.

After Zhou Lu collapsed, the entire square in front of Linlang Academy fell into a deathly silence, followed by a chorus of gasps of shock.

Everyone was shocked. They never expected that Zhou Lu, who had the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage and was considered one of the best among the many disciples of Linlang Academy, and who rarely lost when sparring with others, would be unable to withstand even a casual palm strike from Jiang Yu, who suddenly appeared, and would be seriously injured and fall to the ground. It was truly unbelievable.

Just as everyone was still reeling from Zhou Lu's defeat, another figure slowly emerged from the crowd, drawing everyone's attention. This person was tall and slender, dressed in pristine white robes that fluttered in the breeze, exuding an otherworldly aura. His face was stern, his features sharply defined, conveying a resolute and cold demeanor. His eyes, in particular, were deep and sharp, seemingly able to see through all the illusions of the world—it was Wang Zhan.

When the people around saw Wang Zhan step forward, they were immediately shocked, and many of them couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"It's actually Wang Zhan! He's a well-known and formidable figure in the academy. His sword qi is unparalleled and incredibly powerful. He once stood out in many competitions thanks to this unique sword qi."

"Yes, Wang Zhan's strength is unfathomable. It is said that his sword energy has been cultivated to an extremely high level. Ordinary people would not dare to confront him head-on. This is going to be a good show. I wonder if this arrogant Jiang Yu can withstand Wang Zhan's attack."

Wang Zhan walked steadily toward Jiang Yu, each step carrying an invisible pressure that seemed to make the surrounding air feel heavier.

He walked to a spot a few feet away from Jiang Yu and stood still, looking at Jiang Yu with a calm gaze. There was no fear in his eyes, only the scrutiny and composure of a strong person facing an unknown opponent.

"State your name?" Wang Zhan asked, his voice clear and cold, like a mountain spring crashing against rocks, carrying a unique, cool charm.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head slightly, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, and muttered to himself, "Forget it, don't say anything more, lest you insult my ears." (End of Chapter)