After hearing what Emperor Murong said, the disciples present became excited and thought that this was a very unreasonable decision.
After all, from the very beginning, they thought that the Wanhua Holy Land would test its disciples and Taoist companions.
They were puzzled by this, but because it was the Wanhua Holy Land, they thought there must be reasons for doing so.
In addition, they were afraid of the power of the holy land, so no one stood up.
But now that this sect rule has affected Saint Su, they will naturally not sit idly by. After all, she is the saint they have recognized.
Emperor Murong ignored their thoughts. They were just disciples. They would accept this matter as time went by. The most important thing now was Su Qiaoran's thoughts. If Su Qiaoran was willing, the second daughter could be kept. If she was not willing, she would be killed no matter what.
Su Qiaoran just lowered her head and remained silent for a moment, then raised her head and looked at Murong Huang and others with cold eyes, sneering.
"Didn't I know that you, the Holy Lord, are so hypocritical? Just because I'm married, you deprive me of the qualification to become a saint. But Murong Xue is just a mere girl. She is not as talented as me, and her appearance is not as good as mine. How can she become a saint?"
"If this is the attitude of the Holy Land, then I don't want to!"
When she said this, Su Qiaoran looked at Murong Huang and the others with a very determined look, and spoke without giving in.
And according to her understanding of the Wanhua Holy Land, this matter is far from over. Maybe they will even kill her husband.
If she had known that the people in Wanhua Holy Land were all like this, she would rather have lived with her husband in Southern Domain from the beginning.
As Su Qiaoran finished her words, the disciples outside shouted excitedly.
"Saint Su is so majestic, she is worthy of being the best saint in my mind!"
"Come on, Saint. No matter what, I have determined that you are the Saint. Murong Xue is trash!"
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"If the sect is like this, then we might as well not stay in the Wanhua Holy Land!"
When Murong Huang and others heard Su Qiaoran's answer, they became angry.
"How dare you, Su Qiaoran. I am only following the sect rules. Not destroying you is a great blessing. Now you are not grateful and even speak outrageously. Are you looking for death?"
There were also saints in the history of Wanhua Holy Land who stood up to refute and secretly got married to others without the approval of Wanhua Holy Land, but the ending was without exception that their cultivation was abolished by Wanhua Holy Land and their position as saints was stripped, ending up with a miserable end.
After seeing this scene, Murong Xue was also shouting desperately in her heart.
"Su Qiaoran, please continue. I want to see you get ruined and become a disgrace to everyone!"
"So what if you want to die? If the Holy Lord and others insist on doing so, then I, Su Qiaoran, will withdraw from the Ten Thousand Flowers Holy Land from today!"
Becoming a saint was the goal that Su Qiaoran set when she was first adopted by the inner sect elders of the Wanhua Holy Land, and she has been moving towards this goal for all these years.
It can be said that becoming a saint has become Su Qiaoran's obsession, but now if she is asked to choose between becoming a saint and her husband, she also feels that the position of saint seems not so important.
As Su Qiaoran finished her words, everyone present was shocked. It was obvious that they did not expect Su Qiaoran to make such a choice.
The next second, an elder stood up, came in front of Su Qiaoran, looked at Su Qiaoran with an angry face and spoke.
"Su Qiaoran, did I adopt you just to let you do something like this? Now admit your mistake to the Holy Lord and beg for their forgiveness, only then will you be spared!"
The one who stepped forward was the inner sect elder who had previously adopted Su Qiaoran, Lin Tianyi, a man of Supreme cultivation.
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But now he was extremely anxious. He raised Su Qiaoran, and although they were not related by blood, he had long regarded Su Qiaoran as his own daughter in his heart. It was naturally impossible for him to watch Su Qiaoran die in front of him.
Thinking of this, Lin Tianyi turned around and looked at Murong Huang and others and spoke.
"Holy Lord, all the guardian elders, please give me some face. Qiao Ran just said such words because she was angry for a moment. Please let me take her back and calm her down for a while."
After saying that, Lin Tianyi planned to take Su Qiaoran away from here.
Su Qiaoran could naturally see that her adoptive father was thinking about her, so she could only let him take her away. But how could Emperor Murong swallow this?
Having suffered injustice from Wu Hao some time ago, it is naturally impossible for him to suffer injustice again now.
The next second, Emperor Murong's angry voice followed!
"Elder Lin, you said I'd give you a favor? Where did you get that favor from me? Do you want to let this go? Unless you agree to take this attack from me, I'll expel Su Qiaoran from the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Flowers!"
Hearing this, Lin Tianyi's pupils trembled. It was obvious that he did not expect Emperor Murong to say such a thing. You know, with Qiao Ran's talent, he can at least break through to the peak of Quasi-Emperor, or it is not impossible for him to break through to the Great Emperor.
Moreover, he had worked diligently in the Wanhua Holy Land for so many years, but he didn't expect that he would have no face in front of Emperor Murong?
Lin Tianyi knew that if he continued to answer Murong Huang's words, he would surely die, but if he didn't understand, it would be Qiao Ran who would die. Thinking of this, Lin Tianyi gritted his teeth, then looked at Murong Huang and said.
"Holy Lord, I accept your move! Now, attack!"
Hearing this, Emperor Murong's face became even gloomier. He had originally intended to ask Lin Tianyi to be more interested and stop caring about Su Qiaoran, but now that Lin Tianyi had said this, if he did not take action, he would be the one to be embarrassed.
Thinking of this, Emperor Murong no longer held back and directly struck out with a palm. He only used one layer of strength in this palm. Whether Lin Tianyi could survive depended on his luck.