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

The man in red formed his hand into a claw and grabbed at Jiang Yu with lightning speed, so fast that no one had time to react.

Everyone's expression changed drastically upon sensing the aura emanating from the man in red.

The aura was immense and terrifying, like a surging tsunami, making it hard to breathe.

An elder from the Linglang Academy, who had been calm and composed, couldn't help but gasp in shock, his face filled with astonishment: "This...this aura, could it be a Saint King?!"

Another scholar's expression also changed drastically, muttering to himself, "That's right, such a powerful and unique aura could only come from a Saint King. I never imagined that such a terrifying figure was hidden behind Jiang Yang."

An elder, usually known for his composure, stared wide-eyed and said incredulously, "Jiang Yu is probably doomed this time. The strength of the Saint King is far beyond his ability to contend with. This Jiang Yang seems ruthless, but he is extremely lucky to have the help of the Saint King."

Beside him stood an elderly scholar with white hair, holding a cane, his body trembling slightly. He sighed, "Although Jiang Yu is exceptionally talented, the disparity between him and a Saint King is simply too great. I wonder what kind of good fortune Jiang Yang has accumulated over countless lifetimes to have such a powerful backer."

Another elder frowned, his face full of worry: "If Jiang Yu were to die here today, it would be a great loss to our Linlang Academy. But with the strength of the Saint King right in front of us, what can Jiang Yu do? Jiang Yang's fate is truly lamentable."

Another master, with a solemn expression, slowly shook his head and said, "Although Jiang Yu has a mysterious ancestor backing him up, the ancestor has not yet shown himself. Now that the man in red has made his move, Jiang Yu is isolated and helpless, and I'm afraid he will have difficulty resisting. On the other hand, Jiang Yang is able to command a Saint King. Such a fate is truly lamentable."

An elder with less seniority showed a hint of helplessness and regret on his face: "Jiang Yang usually cultivates diligently in the academy and has achieved remarkable results. I thought he had a bright future... but I never expected that Jiang Yang would be so wicked. Who could find someone as unscrupulous as Jiang Yang and have such good luck? It is truly unpredictable how things turn out."

Everyone watched the scene with complicated expressions, worried about Jiang Yu's situation, while at the same time finding Jiang Yang's good fortune unbelievable. In their view, the scales of this struggle seemed to have completely tipped in Jiang Yang's favor, and Jiang Yu's fate seemed to be sealed.

The students of Linlang Academy were in an uproar.

One of the disciples, who usually prided himself on his exceptional talent, looked on incredulously and said sourly, "How does Jiang Yang manage to have such a powerful backer? With his usual treacherous and cunning demeanor, he's hardly worthy of such a powerful figure's assistance!"

"That's right! We cultivate so hard in the academy and we never get such an opportunity. But he easily has a Saint King working for him. It's so unfair!" another disciple chimed in indignantly.

"Hmph, maybe he used some underhanded means to trick this Saint King into serving him," a female disciple said with a frown and a look of disdain.

"Jiang Yu is finished. You guys better stop talking. If Jiang Yang hears this, given his personality, we're all doomed!"

A disciple sent a telepathic reminder.

At this moment, the civil and military officials in the Seven Star Immortal Dynasty's palace, who witnessed this scene through the water mirror, were also so shocked that they were speechless.

After a long pause, a minister stammered, "Your Majesty, this... Jiang Yang actually has a Sage King behind him, this... what should we do?"

"Yes, I didn't expect Jiang Yang to have such a trump card. If he wins, he will definitely be a force to be reckoned with in the cultivation world in the future," another official chimed in, his eyes gleaming with calculation.

Immediately afterwards, some officials began to curry favor with Jiang Yang. "Your Majesty," one official said, "in my opinion, we should declare our support for Jiang Yang now. If he gains power in the future, he will certainly not treat our Seven Star Immortal Dynasty unfairly."

“That’s right, Your Majesty, this is a rare opportunity. We only need to say a few words in support of Jiang Yang to establish good relations with him. Why not take advantage of it?” The officials all spoke up, trying to persuade the emperor to support Jiang Yang.

The emperor of the Seven Star Immortal Dynasty looked at the group of chattering civil and military officials before him, all eager to curry favor with Jiang Yang, and felt a deep sense of speechlessness welling up inside him. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: these people he had carefully cultivated and entrusted with important responsibilities turned out to be nothing but opportunists at a crucial moment!

The emperor's face darkened, and he coldly swept his gaze across the crowd. His anger burned fiercely, but his years of imperial cultivation allowed him to suppress it. He spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of authority and displeasure: "You all, who usually pride yourselves on being pillars of the court, is this all the wisdom you have in a critical moment? Just because you see a Sage King behind Jiang Yang, you're already thinking of immediately switching sides and supporting him?"

The emperor's gaze lingered on each official's face, his eyes filled with disappointment: "Leaving aside the fact that Jiang Yu also has a mysterious patriarch backing him, the outcome is still uncertain. Just consider Jiang Yang himself; he's treacherous and ruthless, utterly devoid of morality. Even if such a person gains power temporarily, aren't you afraid he'll betray you later?" One official mustered his courage and said, "Your Majesty, but Jiang Yang's strength has greatly increased. If he wins, and we don't support him now, I'm afraid..."

The emperor snorted angrily, interrupting him: "The future? Who can predict the future? You only see the immediate benefits, but ignore the risks behind them. The ancestor behind Jiang Yu is unfathomably powerful; even the supreme ruler behind the Jiang family fled at the mere sight of him. Are you so sure that Jiang Yang can win?"

"Your Majesty, we are also thinking of the Seven Star Immortals," another official tried to explain.

The emperor sneered, "For the sake of the Immortal Dynasty? You are clearly thinking about your own future! If your shortsightedness drags the Immortal Dynasty into this conflict and offends the forces behind Jiang Yu, can you bear the responsibility?"

The officials were so frightened by the emperor's words that they all lowered their heads and dared not utter another word.

The palace was silent, with only the emperor's heavy breathing echoing in the air.

Looking at the tense scene reflected in the water mirror, the emperor wondered to himself: What is the background of this Jiang Yang?
So powerful, he even has a saintly king backing him up.

……

Wang Li collapsed to the ground, her eyes fixed on the scene before her, her emotions as complex and unsettling as a surging tide.

She never imagined that her son Jiang Yang would have such a powerful backer, a Saint King!

Over the years, she thought she knew her son inside and out, but little did she know that he was hiding such an astonishing secret.

She felt both resentment towards her son for hiding her from her, and secretly rejoiced that her son might escape a disaster because of it.

But when she thought of Jiang Yang's previous ruthlessness and those vicious words, her heart felt like it was being deeply pierced by countless needles.

She couldn't understand why her son had become like this. Had the mother-son bond truly vanished completely?
However, at this critical moment, her most instinctive feeling was that her son would be safe and sound.

Although Jiang Yang had broken her heart, blood is thicker than water, and she could not bear to watch her son fall into a desperate situation.

These conflicting feelings churned and surged within her, causing her immense pain.

Jiang Yang paid no attention to Wang Li's thoughts or gaze; she stared intently at Jiang Yu.

Just then, the sky changed slightly.

The man in red's expression changed. Before his hand could even land, his body trembled and exploded with a bang, splattering blood all over Jiang Yang.

Everyone was stunned.

In the distance, two figures and a short figure appeared.

(End of this chapter)