Invincible Soul Emperor

The Great Elder noticed Jiang Qi’s demeanor and showed no trace of displeasure, maintaining a humble attitude. He gently poured a cup of tea for Jiang Qi, offering it with both hands, saying, "Saint Heir, have some tea."

Jiang Qi took the teacup without even glancing at it and casually set it aside.

He spoke directly, "Great Elder, let’s not drink tea right now."

His tone carried a sense of urgency, more so a firm attitude that brooked no argument.

The Great Elder nodded slightly, returned to his seat, expressionless, focused on Jiang Qi, awaiting his next words.

Jiang Qi spoke eagerly, "Great Elder, I followed your advice and left Xue Wei alone for a few days, but Xue Wei seems not to be in a hurry. If things continue like this, what if this cooperation truly falls through? Will we miss such a good opportunity to deal with Ye Qingchen?"

Upon hearing Jiang Qi’s question, the Great Elder frowned slightly. He crossed his hands, pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Saint Heir, Xue Wei has always been composed; our probing did not elicit the reaction we expected, which is indeed surprising. However, this also demonstrates his deep cunning."

Jiang Qi impatiently interrupted, "Great Elder, we don’t have much time to waste. If we don’t take action soon, the opportunity may slip through our fingers."

This Great Elder does have some skills.

But this situation is not that easily handled.

The Great Elder nodded, indicating he understood Jiang Qi’s urgency.

He stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and after slowly walking a couple of steps, suddenly stopped and earnestly said, "Saint Heir, think carefully, in truth, it is Xue Wei who should be anxious."

Jiang Qi stared at the scroll of ancient texts, brows furrowed, contemplating the Great Elder’s words.

"Great Elder, if he really were anxious, he would surely have come to find me by now," Jiang Qi couldn’t comprehend why the Great Elder was saying this.

The Great Elder slowly sat down without speaking.

He merely gave Jiang Qi a knowing look.

Jiang Qi was momentarily stunned.

After a pause, Jiang Qi rubbed his chin and asked, "Then Great Elder, what do you suggest we do next?"

The Great Elder lightly tapped the table in front of him with his fingers, slowly saying, "Saint Heir, Xue Wei undoubtedly knows that you are looking for a way out, which is why he hasn’t come to find you these few days. Furthermore, if Xue Wei truly intends to continue cooperating, he will definitely approach you within a day. What we need now is patience; we must not be thrown off balance due to momentary anxiety."

From this matter, the Great Elder could see.

That Xue Wei is not on the same level as their Saint Heir.

This level is not about cultivation, but in terms of cunning; their Saint Heir is simply no match for that Xue Wei.

Thus, in the cooperation between the two, the one who suffers the most is indeed their Saint Heir.

After listening, Jiang Qi took a deep breath, suppressing the anxiety in his heart, and slowly said, "Hopefully so. Great Elder, I’ll follow your lead and give him some more time."

The Great Elder smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "Young Master, since we have set up the chess game, we must proceed steadily. For now, let’s quietly observe the changes."

Jiang Qi nodded, and said no more, although still anxious inside, the Great Elder’s composure gave him reassurance.

After all, the clan’s affairs had always been handled by the Great Elder.

And handled with order, saving him a lot of worry.

So, in this matter, listening to the Great Elder wouldn’t be wrong.

He stood up, nodded to the Great Elder, and said, "Great Elder, I shall take my leave."

The Great Elder watched Jiang Qi depart, a profound glint flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Qi returned to his palace, its furnishings luxurious and solemn, with carved beams and painted rafters, exuding the majesty of an ancient family.

Just as Jiang Qi returned, a sudden rush of footsteps was heard outside.

The palace doors were pushed open, and a servant hurried in, looking tense and reported, "Saint Heir, Wu Chang has been captured by Ye Qingchen in the Secret Realm."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qi was visibly shocked, as if struck by lightning.

His eyes widened suddenly, his breathing quickened, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. His hands unconsciously clenched, knuckles turning white, his body slightly leaning forward as if unable to believe the news he heard.

"What? Wu Chang captured?" Jiang Qi’s voice rose several pitches, shocked thoughts racing in his mind.

He quickly paced back and forth in the grand hall, eyes shining with contemplative light.

He muttered to himself while walking, "How is this possible? Wu Chang’s strength isn’t that weak, how could he be captured so easily, could it be because of Xue Zhao?"

Jiang Qi stopped pacing, suddenly turned, and stared intently at the servant, asking, "What exactly is the situation? Where is Wu Chang now?"

The servant took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and respectfully answered, "Saint Heir, we only know he has been captured; detailed information is still being gathered."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qi furrowed his brows tightly, his expression growing even graver.

Why did this have to happen at such a critical moment!

This is clearly forcing him to cooperate with Xue Wei!

Without Wu Chang, if he doesn’t cooperate with Xue Wei, Ye Qingchen will surely be unstoppable!

Jiang Qi’s inner anxiety became uncontrollable as he paced back and forth within the hall.

The floor of the hall was paved with exquisite green stones, each step echoed crisply.

His pace was hurried and irregular, at times striding swiftly, other times suddenly halting, brows furrowed, hands constantly clenching into fists, knuckles appearing pale due to the exertion.

Jiang Qi’s gaze was unsettled, frequently glancing toward the grand hall’s entrance, ears perked as if trying to catch any sound.

Whenever the wind rustled the curtains or a servant moved quietly, he would abruptly look up, a hint of expectation and tension in his eyes, but each time he would only sigh in disappointment.

He walked to the central seat in the hall, sat heavily, raised his hand to rub his temples, attempting to calm himself, but his thoughts surged like a tide, refusing to settle.

His mind was filled with speculation about Xue Wei’s movements and worries about the situation.

Moments later, he suddenly stood and walked to the window, pushing open the carved wooden window, gazing at the outside scene.

Outside, the flowers and plants in the courtyard swayed gently in the breeze, servants quietly busy themselves, everything seemed so calm, yet Jiang Qi’s mood was as erratic as the fickle wind outside, impossible to calm.

He turned back to the grand hall, continued pacing back and forth within the hall, hands clasped behind him, at times clenching tightly and then relaxing.

His face was marked by anxiety and unease, the tension within nearly spilling over.

As each minute passed, Jiang Qi’s patience was steadily eroded.

His steps grew more hurried, breaths heavier; he kept telling himself to remain calm, to trust the Great Elder’s judgment, but the inner turmoil prevented him from truly finding peace.