The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

on the roof.

Ye Niannu sat on the roof ridge, her hands supporting her chin, gazing at the full moon overhead, her legs swinging back and forth.

The moonlight shone on her, making her long, silvery-white dress gleam softly, and her long, black hair cascaded down her back, swaying gently in the night breeze.

She looked down at the candlelight shining through the window below, listening to the faint sounds coming from inside the room, and muttered to herself with a hint of envy.

“That’s great…”

Her voice was very soft, so soft that only she could hear it.

"My lord, I long for it too..."

She didn't finish speaking; she just sighed, raised her head again, and looked at the moon.

Ye Niannu gazed at the moon, lost in thought.

"Master, you said that once I find my destined one, I can..."

"But now that I've found him, I still can't consummate our marriage."

She sighed again, her eyes slightly reddening.

She wiped her eyes, stood up, and dusted off her skirt.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Anyway, the person has been found, there's no way they can escape."

She looked down at the window below, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"My lord, you must do your best!"

"I'm waiting for you, Nu'er."

Ye Niannu leaped off the roof and landed lightly in the courtyard.

She skipped and hopped towards her yard with her hands behind her back, humming an unknown tune.

The moonlight stretched her shadow long.

inside the house.

The candle had burned out, leaving only a tiny ember, flickering uncertainly in the darkness.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on the bed and casting the shadows of the four people together.

Luo Hanyi leaned against Wang Long's chest, her eyes closed, her breathing steady and even.

The bottleneck of the mid-stage of the seventh rank was only broken silently during the group cultivation.

Qin Minglan was fast asleep, nestled against Wang Long's chest, a satisfied smile on her lips.

He also broke through to the mid-stage of the fourth rank.

Murong Qing curled up beside Wang Long, her small hands clutching the hem of his clothes, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder, her breathing soft.

She is also a fourth-rank martial artist.

Wang Long opened his eyes, his face full of excitement.

Rank 6!

Become!

The next morning.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the ground.

Wang Long sat up in bed, gently moved Luo Hanyi's head away from his arm, and then tucked Qin Minglan and Murong Qing in.

The three girls slept soundly; they were exhausted after tossing and turning most of the night.

Wang Long looked down at them, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

Wang Long quietly got out of bed, got dressed, and pushed open the door to leave the room.

The morning breeze, carrying the fresh scent of bamboo leaves, wafts over, cool and refreshing, instantly invigorating the spirit.

He took a deep breath, stood still in the courtyard, and closed his eyes.

The chaotic Dao body within his body operated on its own, and spiritual energy surged and flowed through his meridians, becoming more than ten times stronger than yesterday.

Early stage of the sixth rank.

Nirvana state.

A martial artist's first minor rebirth involves a tempering of the physical body, with bones, meridians, and flesh all being strengthened, and vitality greatly enhanced.

Wang Long clenched his fists, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound.

He could clearly feel that his body was completely different from before.

Strength, speed, perception, and recovery have all improved to a higher level.

That old, withered body was now full of life and vitality; most of the age spots on its skin had faded, and the wrinkles had become much shallower.

She looks at least ten years younger.

Wang Long opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

He stretched his limbs, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and floated up like a falling leaf, landing silently on the courtyard wall.

Although a sixth-rank martial artist cannot walk on air like a ninth-rank martial artist, their lightness skill has reached a whole new level.

Wang Long stood on the courtyard wall for a moment, then leaped down and strode towards Ye Niannu's courtyard.

My steps were light and my mood was cheerful.

Pass through the moon gate and walk along the blue brick path.

Ye Niannu's courtyard was located at the deepest part of the Marquis's mansion, backed by a lush bamboo grove, a tranquil and secluded environment.

The courtyard gate was ajar, and Wang Long pushed it open and went inside.

Ye Niannu was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a teacup in both hands, but she didn't drink it.

His gaze was fixed on a certain spot in the void, as if he were lost in thought.

Wang Long walked up to her and happily shared his story.

"Niannu, I've broken through."

Ye Niannu snapped out of her daze and looked up at him.

Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

A hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes, which quickly turned into joy.

"Early stage of Rank 6?"

She put down her teacup, stood up, walked to Wang Long, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to touch his face.

Her fingers were slender and fair, with slightly cool fingertips, as they gently brushed against his cheek.

"The effect of the three women cultivating together is indeed remarkable, going from the peak of the fifth rank to the early stage of the sixth rank overnight."

Her voice carried a hint of mischief, and a touch of envy that was hard to define.

Wang Long blushed and coughed lightly.

"Niannu, please stop teasing me."

Ye Niannu smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth.

She released her grip, took a step back, put her hands behind her back, and tilted her head to look at him.

"My lord is even more outstanding than I imagined!"

Wang Long patted his chest and assured him.

"Niannu, don't worry, I will break through to the ninth rank before the Warring States Period."

Ye Niannu looked at him, a hint of admiration flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She took half a step forward, stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gently kissed him on the lips.

"I believe in you."

Wang Long smiled, reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Ye Niannu leaned happily against his chest, burying her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled.

"My lord, you must become stronger quickly!"

"My daughter has been waiting so long."

Wang Long put his arm around her, rested his chin on the top of her head, gently patted her back, and said softly.

"Alright, I will definitely continue to work hard. As long as I don't die from the refining, I'll refine it to the point of death!"

Ye Niannu nodded gently; she felt so happy.

The two of them just hugged each other, neither of them saying a word.

The morning breeze rustled the bamboo leaves.

Just now.

The world suddenly changed color.

The clear blue sky was swallowed up by dark clouds in an instant.

A fierce wind howled, converging from all directions and forming a huge vortex above the Marquis's residence.

The bamboo leaves were rolled up and spun wildly in the air, making a piercing rustling sound.

A terrifying, suffocating pressure descended from the sky, pressing down on the entire Marquis's mansion as if it were a tangible force.

That oppressive aura was a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than Ye Niannu's!

Wang Long's body suddenly sank, his knees almost buckled, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

"What's wrong?!"

Luo Hanyi's voice came from the courtyard gate.

She wore an outer robe, her black hair was disheveled, and her face was solemn as she strode into the courtyard.

Qin Minglan followed behind her, holding the Azure Phoenix Sword in her hand, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, watching the huge vortex in the sky warily.

Murong Qing also ran over, her face pale, and stayed close to Qin Minglan.

The three women walked to Wang Long's side, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and looked up at the sky.

In the very center of the swirling dark clouds, a crack slowly opened.

Golden light poured down from the crack, illuminating the entire mansion as if it were daytime.

A figure slowly descended from the golden light.

That's a woman.

She wore a long white dress, the hem of which trailed behind her like a white waterfall, cascading through the air.

Her black hair cascaded down to her waist, adorned with a white jade hairpin, the tip of which was carved with a lifelike lotus flower.

Her skin was as white as snow, so delicate it seemed to break at a touch.

Her features were so exquisite that she seemed otherworldly.

With exquisite features and an ethereal air, she was enveloped in a faint golden light, making her seem like a celestial being.

She slowly descended from the air, stood on the courtyard wall, and looked down at the people in the courtyard.

That stunningly beautiful face was expressionless, her eyes indifferent, as if she were looking at a group of ants.

Wang Long looked up at the figure and froze.

The cold, mechanical voice in my mind suddenly exploded at that moment!

【Ding! 】

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