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

Wang Long looked at Luo Hanyi with tenderness in his eyes.

Luo Hanyi reached out and pressed her slender, fair fingers against his chest.

With my palm pressed against his heart, I could feel its strong, powerful beating.

"Wang Long".

"Um?"

"I will do everything in my power to help you reach an even higher level."

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm.

"You just focus on your cultivation, and leave the rest to me."

Looking into her clear yet gentle eyes, and at her stunningly beautiful yet earnest face, Wang Long felt a surge of inexplicable warmth in his heart.

"Madam."

"Um?"

"Thanks."

Luo Hanyi shook her head, a slight smile curving her lips.

"No need to thank me."

She paused, a hint of tenderness flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"You are my man, it is only right that I help you."

Wang Long paused for a moment, then grinned.

"The First Madam is right."

Luo Hanyi's face flushed slightly. She lowered her eyes, withdrew her fingers from his chest, placed them on her knees, straightened her back, and closed her eyes.

"Let's begin."

Her voice returned to its usual cool tone, but her ears had quietly turned red.

Looking at her forced composure yet barely concealing her shyness, Wang Long felt a surge of inexplicable tenderness welling up inside him.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, closed his eyes, and activated the Chaos Dao Body within his body.

The spiritual energy flowed slowly through the meridians, rising from the dantian and flowing along the meridians to the limbs and bones.

Luo Hanyi also closed her eyes, and the spiritual power within her body slowly circulated, resonating with Wang Long's spiritual power.

The two spiritual energies intertwined, entwined, and merged in the pool water, forming a perfect cycle.

One cycle, two cycles, three cycles...

Time passed silently during cultivation.

When Qin Minglan woke up from her nap, she found that Wang Long and Luo Hanyi were still cultivating. The two of them were surrounded by a faint layer of spiritual energy, and the golden light in the pool was even brighter than before.

She yawned, rubbed her eyes, and without disturbing them, swam quietly to Murong Qing's side, leaned against the edge of the pool, and continued to sleep.

Murong Qing was fast asleep, a smile still on her face, probably dreaming about something.

Days passed by like this.

The Royal Heavenly Pool became the place where the four of them spent the most time.

Every day, every night, they are cultivating themselves.

When tired, one could rest by the pool; when sleepy, one could take a nap by the pool; and when hungry, palace maids would bring one exquisite meal.

Wang Long's skill level is rapidly improving.

Each breakthrough in a minor realm was accompanied by the tireless help of Luo Hanyi, Qin Minglan, and Murong Qing.

Although Qin Minglan complained of being tired, she never backed down whenever Wang Long needed her.

Gritting her teeth and blushing, she used all her strength until she finally collapsed in Wang Long's arms, unable to even move a finger.

Murong Qing was the same.

She was physically weak and could not withstand long periods of cultivation, but she never said "no".

Each time, she would blush, bite her lip, and silently endure it until finally she went limp and leaned against Wang Long's chest, her breathing becoming weak.

Luo Hanyi was the one who worked the hardest.

She spent the most time with Wang Long and visited him the most often.

I accompany them during the day and at night, sometimes practicing for an entire day without even having time to eat.

Her cultivation level remained at the mid-seventh rank for a long time, with no sign of breaking through.

But her body grew increasingly tired, her face grew paler, and the dark circles under her eyes deepened.

But she never complained once.

Every time Wang Long asked her if she was tired, she would shake her head and say, "I'm fine."

Then continue to accompany him in his cultivation until he breaks through and reaches the next realm.

Five months.

Five whole months.

The pale golden spring water in the Royal Heavenly Pool gradually became clearer as the four cultivated.

The essence of the true dragon's blood remaining in the pool was absorbed by them little by little, transforming into spiritual power and a higher realm.

Qin Minglan broke through from the early stage of the fourth rank to the peak of the fifth rank. She lost weight, but her energy and spirit were much better than before.

Murong Qing broke through from the early stage of the fourth rank to the middle stage of the fifth rank. The childishness on her face faded, and she gained more of the charm of a mature woman.

Luo Hanyi finally broke through the shackles of the mid-stage of the seventh rank and stepped into the late stage of the seventh rank.

Her face showed signs of fatigue, but the light in her beautiful eyes grew brighter and brighter.

And Wang Long...

He rose from the early stage of the sixth rank to the peak of the eighth rank.

He was just one step away from reaching the ninth rank.

this day.

Royal Heavenly Pool.

Luo Hanyi sat cross-legged by the pool, her face pale, her lips bloodless, and she looked utterly exhausted.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing was shallow and steady, and her chest rose and fell gently.

Qin Minglan and Murong Qing sat on either side of her, their complexions also not very good, but much better than Luo Hanyi's.

Qin Minglan looked at Luo Hanyi's pale face, her eyes reddening, and gently took her hand.

"Sister-in-law, you should rest."

Luo Hanyi shook her head, opened her eyes, and her beautiful eyes were full of determination.

"I'm fine."

"You're in this state and you still say you're fine?"

Qin Minglan grew anxious and raised her voice a notch.

"You haven't slept for three days. If you don't rest, your health will collapse."

Murong Qing also tried to persuade her, her little face full of worry.

"Madam Luo, please rest. As for the old man... Princess Qin and I will take care of him for now."

Luo Hanyi looked at the two of them, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly nodded.

"Alright, I'll rest for a while."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes, leaned against the edge of the pool, her breathing gradually calmed down, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Qin Minglan looked at her pale face and felt extremely distressed. She reached out to tuck her loose hair behind her ears and then draped a dry bath towel over her.

She turned her head and looked at the dragon in the pool.

Wang Long sat cross-legged at the bottom of the pool, his eyes closed, his body enveloped in a rich spiritual aura.

The Chaos Dao Body operated wildly, with spiritual energy surging and flowing through its meridians.

The shackles of the eighth-grade peak have been loosened countless times, but each time it falls just short, and it just can't be broken through.

His brows were furrowed tightly, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his complexion looked rather unpleasant.

The spiritual energy within the body is disordered.

It was as if an uncontrollable wild beast was rampaging through his body, tearing at his meridians and ripping apart his flesh.

The flow of spiritual energy began to deviate from its original trajectory, becoming increasingly chaotic and difficult to control.

Qin Minglan sensed something was wrong with Wang Long's aura, and her expression changed instantly.

"Old man!"

She gasped and was about to rush into the pool.

Murong Qing noticed it too, her face turned pale, and she panicked.

"What's wrong, old man?!"

Just then, Luo Hanyi suddenly opened her eyes.

Although she was exhausted, she was still able to perceive things.

She noticed the change in Wang Long's aura immediately.

"Don't go over there!"

Luo Hanyi's voice was cold and stern as she grabbed Qin Minglan's wrist.

"He is currently at a critical moment in his attempt to break through to the ninth rank, and his spiritual power is out of control. If you go over there, you will only distract him."

Qin Minglan bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

"But sister-in-law, that old man..."

"Trust him."

Luo Hanyi interrupted her, her voice firm.

"He's our man, he'll be alright."