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Upon hearing this, Murong Hao froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He stared wide-eyed at his sister, then at Wang Long, unable to utter a single word.

"Qing'er... what did you say?"

Murong Hao's voice was trembling, and his face was ashen.

He desperately wanted to believe he was hallucinating.

Murong Qing's face was flushed. She lowered her head, bit her lip, and repeated herself word by word.

"Brother, Qing'er... is already Uncle's woman."

Murong Hao clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, then suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Wang Long.

"Wang Long!!!"

A roar shook the runes on the walls of the secret chamber, causing them to flicker.

He strode up to Wang Long, grabbed Wang Long by the collar, slammed him against the wall, and raised his other fist high, veins bulging.

"While I was unconscious, you dared...you dared..."

He was so angry that he was trembling all over and could barely speak.

Murong Qing rushed over and grabbed Murong Hao's arm, her eyes red with anxiety.

"Brother! No! It was the old man who saved your life! He saved Qing'er! He saved the entire Great Qian!"

"So what if you saved me? Saving me means you can..."

Murong Hao's words caught in his throat, his face flushed red, and his raised fist hovered in mid-air, but he couldn't bring himself to strike.

Murong Qing clung tightly to his arm, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Your Majesty, it was Qing'er's own choice. Uncle... he never forced Qing'er."

"If it weren't for a last resort, if it weren't to save my brother, to save the Great Qian Dynasty, I wouldn't... I wouldn't..."

Murong Hao wanted to cry.

Wang Long had taken liberties with his own sister, so he couldn't help but be angry.

Should we thank Wang Long?!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, his teeth itching with hatred.

Murong Qing's voice choked with sobs, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

To her, both Wang Long and Murong Hao were family.

Murong Hao looked at his sister's tearful eyes and her determined little face, and finally slowly lowered his raised fist.

He loosened Wang Long's collar, took two steps back, braced his hands on the stone table, lowered his head, and gasped for breath.

"My heart...my heart is filled with..."

He looked up, glanced at Wang Long, then at Murong Qing, and finally sighed.

"I'd rather remain unconscious!"

Murong Qing burst into laughter through her tears and grabbed Murong Hao's arm.

"Brother, you don't blame the old man anymore?"

"Strange?"

Murong Hao snorted coldly and glared at Wang Long.

"I wish I could beat him up!"

Wang Long stood in the corner, straightened his crumpled collar, looked at Murong Hao's angry yet helpless face, and grinned.

"Your Highness, if beating me will appease you, please do so. I will not fight back."

Murong Hao snorted coldly and turned his head away.

"I'm too lazy to do it!"

He knew the value of that Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill; it was something he owed Wang Long.

But the thought that Murong Qing had sacrificed herself to save him made Murong Hao feel uneasy.

Murong Qing hugged his arm, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

"My elder brother is the best!"

Murong Hao was so dizzy from being shaken that he reached out and pressed her head down.

"Stop shaking me, my head hurts."

His gaze fell on Wang Long, scrutinizing him from head to toe, his expression complex.

It hasn't been that long, and he's already at the peak of the fifth rank.

His judgment was indeed correct.

If Wang Long could become a Grandmaster, he would barely be a match for his sister.

Murong Hao pondered to himself.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, repeating this several times before finally suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

"Wang Long".

"This humble subject is here."

Murong Hao walked up to him, stared into his eyes, and spoke each word clearly.

"I am entrusting Qing'er to you."

"If you dare to betray her, I will haunt you even as a ghost."

Wang Long stopped smiling and solemnly clasped his hands in a salute.

"Your Highness, rest assured, I will do everything in my power to protect Qing'er and prevent anyone from harming him! Unless they step over my dead body first!"

Murong Hao stared at him for a long time before finally nodding.

I felt a little better.

"Remember what you said."

Murong Qing stood to the side, listening to the conversation between the two men, her eyes reddening again.

She threw herself into Wang Long's arms, burying her face in his chest, her voice muffled.

"Old man...you promised me you wouldn't die."

Wang Long put his arm around her and gently patted her back.

"Alright, I agree."

Luo Hanyi stood aside, watching this scene, her lips twitching slightly.

I feel like an outsider.

She coughed lightly.

"Your Highness, the High Priest is still fighting a fierce battle..."

Murong Qing then came to her senses, her face flushed, and she quickly released Wang Long.

"Sir...you...you be careful."

Wang Long nodded and gently poked its round body.

"Little Chirp".

The Nine Heavens Mystic Bird looked at Wang Long with a puzzled expression.

"How about you call yourself this from now on?"

"Chirp!"

The little chick flapped its wings happily, looking very cheerful!

"Very good, Little Chirp, it's time for us to go into battle!"

"fighting!"

Little Fairy is full of fighting spirit!

"Chirp!"

Little Chick shook its downy fur and puffed out its little chest.

The shout was exceptionally loud, and his dark, grape-like eyes gleamed with excitement.

Wang Long turned around and looked at Luo Hanyi.

"Madam, I'm leaving this place in your care."

Luo Hanyi looked at him, a hint of worry flashing in her beautiful eyes. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she only managed to utter two words.

"careful."

Wang Long nodded.

"Leave everything to me."

Luo Hanyi took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

Murong Hao knew he couldn't help right now, but he looked at Wang Long and said solemnly.

"The fate of the Great Qian Dynasty is entrusted to you."

Wang Long nodded emphatically.

"The Great Qian Dynasty is also my home, and I have an unshirkable duty to fulfill it!"

The Imperial Palace.

Ruins and ruins, a scene of devastation.

The enormous body of the sea-swept dragon rampaged through the palace complex. Its giant tail swept across, causing a side hall to collapse with a deafening roar, sending debris flying and dust billowing into the sky.

Zhao Pojun stood atop the dragon's head, hands behind his back, a smug smile on his lips.

"Murong Yuan, do you see that? This palace is about to be reduced to ruins."

Murong Yuan lay motionless on the ground, his heart bleeding.

He served in office for so many years and worked diligently to govern, but no matter how much effort he put in, it was all for naught in the face of absolute power.

"Is the Great Qian Dynasty about to perish in my hands?!"

Ye Niannu's silver-white longsword clashed with the black-robed man's pitch-black longsword in mid-air, splashing up spiritual energy and malevolent energy everywhere.

Her face was cool and aloof, but there was a hint of weariness between her brows that was hard to hide.

The black-robed man's strength was no less than hers.

Moreover, the cultivation method he practiced was strange and his moves were tricky. Every sword strike carried a corrosive aura. If one was tainted by it, one's spiritual energy would be stagnant at best, and one's meridians would be damaged at worst.

Ye Niannu dared not be careless and went all out with every sword strike.

The man in black robes fought with increasing ferocity, his jet-black longsword drawing eerie arcs in the air, his murderous aura surging like a tide, forcing Ye Niannu to retreat repeatedly.

"Ye Niannu, you cannot protect this palace, much less the entire Great Qian Dynasty!"

The man in black robes had a hoarse, low voice, tinged with smugness.

"Once I defeat you, I will turn you into a puppet."

"You will become my most perfect collection."