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

Ye Niannu nodded vigorously, her tears turning into a smile.

"Master, you are right."

"My husband will definitely come to pick me up."

"I need to cultivate myself diligently; I can't let him work hard alone."

Ye Wushuang looked at her, her eyes filled with relief.

"I'm relieved that you think that way."

She stood up and straightened her skirt.

"Cultivate diligently, your master is leaving now."

Ye Niannu nodded, sat cross-legged again, and closed her eyes.

Ye Wushuang turned and walked out of the cave.

The stone gate slowly closed behind her.

The cave fell silent, with only the gentle ripples of the spiritual liquid.

Ye Niannu opened her eyes, raised her head, and looked at the rock wall above her.

Her gaze fell on one of the stars, her eyes filled with longing.

"My lord..."

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

"You need to get stronger quickly..."

"I'll wait for you..."

The main hall of the Puppet Spirit Sect.

A ghostly green light emanated from the Netherworld Stones on the walls, casting an eerie and terrifying glow over the entire hall.

Kui San sat upright in a rosewood chair, his withered fingers gently tapping the armrests, once, then again.

The sound echoed in the empty hall, striking the heart of the black-clad disciple kneeling below, causing his body to tremble slightly.

"You mean... that Wang Long has stirred up trouble again?"

Kui San's voice was hoarse and low, revealing no emotion.

The disciple in black immediately kowtowed, his voice respectful.

"Yes, Elder."

"Wang Long made a vow in front of the Minglun Hall of Wenxin Academy today, which triggered a celestial phenomenon. Literary energy soared to the sky, and golden light covered the sun. The entire Tianque City was shaken."

"His words of aspiration...have spread throughout the entire Eastern Region."

Kui San stopped tapping his fingers.

"A statement of ambition? What does it say?"

The disciple in black took a deep breath and read it out word by word.

"To establish a moral compass for Heaven and Earth, to secure a destiny for the people, to continue the lost learning of past sages, and to usher in an era of peace for all generations."

After he finished speaking, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Kui San remained silent for a long time.

His fingers began tapping on the armrest again, once, then again.

"Such arrogance."

His voice was icy, carrying an undisguised murderous intent.

"How dare a mere ninth-rank trash utter such words?"

The disciple in black lowered his head, not daring to respond.

Kui San stood up, his black robe fluttering without wind, and a faint black mist swirling around him.

He walked to the center of the hall and stood with his hands behind his back.

"This old man absolutely cannot be allowed to live!"

"If we allow him to continue to grow stronger, our Puppet Spirit Sect will never have peace."

The disciple in black raised his head and asked cautiously.

"Elder, what do you mean...?"

Kui San turned around and looked at him, his cold gaze like two will-o'-the-wisps.

"Pass down the order that every member of every dynasty participating in the War of Ten Thousand Dynasties, within the sphere of influence of my Puppet Spirit Sect, be given a Heaven-grade spiritual artifact."

The black-clad disciple's pupils suddenly contracted.

A Heavenly Grade Spiritual Weapon?

A single top-grade spiritual artifact is enough to elevate the strength of a ninth-grade martial artist by a whole level.

The Puppet Spirit Sect has really gone all out this time.

"Tell them that whoever can kill Wang Long and take his head will be guaranteed an elder position."

"If I can capture him alive, I will personally take him as my disciple and pass on to him the secrets of the Puppet Spirit Sect."

The black-clad disciple trembled and immediately kowtowed.

"Yes! I'll take care of it right away!"

He stood up, turned around, and strode out of the main hall.

Kui San sat back down in his chair, closed his eyes, and continued to tap his fingers on the armrest.

"Wang Long..."

He muttered to himself, his voice icy.

"I will kill him!"

The following days were the most peaceful period Wang Long had experienced since his transmigration.

Every morning, before dawn, he would get up to start a fire and cook.

Qin Jiaojiao had gotten used to this kind of morning.

She doesn't need Wang Long to call her; she'll get up on her own as soon as she smells the fragrance, and lie on the windowsill with her hair disheveled.

She squinted and called out "Dad," then shrank back inside, only to hop and skip out again after washing up.

Xu Wanyun got up earlier than Qin Jiaojiao.

She would go to the stove first and prepare breakfast with Wang Long.

The two didn't need to speak; one added firewood, and the other cooked, their tacit understanding was like that of a loving couple who had lived together for many years.

After breakfast, Xu Wanyun went to Minglun Hall for class, and Qin Jiaojiao followed her to study.

Wang Long sometimes goes to the library to read books, sometimes he cultivates in the courtyard, and sometimes he goes to the Minglun Hall to listen to Xu Wanyun's lectures.

Xu Wanyun's lectures were different from her usual style.

Normally she is gentle and soft-spoken, but when she stands on the podium, she is a completely different person.

His voice was clear and resonant, his reasoning was logical and well-organized, and he quoted extensively from classical texts, making those obscure and difficult classics easy to understand.

Sitting in the last row, watching her lecture, Wang Long felt a surge of inexplicable satisfaction.

This is his woman.

She is talented, elegant, beautiful, has a great figure, and is gentle and considerate—she is simply the perfect wife and loving mother.

Xu Wanyun would occasionally glance at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, before continuing her lecture as if nothing had happened.

Wang Long knew she had seen him, so he would grin and then continue listening to the lesson.

Days passed by like this, peaceful and warm, like a cup of warm tea, unhurried and with a lingering aftertaste.

Qin Jiaojiao's cultivation progressed rapidly.

She was naturally gifted, and with Wang Long providing her with ample cultivation resources, her cultivation level steadily increased.

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

What pleased Wang Long even more was that Qin Jiaojiao not only improved her cultivation, but also became much more composed.

She is still lively and active, still quirky and clever, but she no longer gets into fights with people as easily as before.

In her own words, "This heroine is someone of status now, I can't stoop to the level of those lowly minions."

Wang Long was both amused and exasperated; this girl still couldn't shake off her bossy attitude.

Xu Wanyun's cultivation did not slacken either.

She had studied most of the jade slip given to her by Wang Long, and her literary talent had become much more profound than before.

The shackles of being a half-step Grandmaster have been loosened countless times, and he is only one opportunity away from breaking through.

Even if she could truly break through, she still wouldn't be able to participate in the Warring States Period.

Xu Wanyun was very satisfied with the result, and she wanted to participate with Wang Long again.

Fighting side by side!

Wang Long himself did not slack off.

He would set aside time each day to cultivate, advancing both his spiritual power and literary skills.

His mid-ninth rank realm has been solidified, and there are faint signs that he is moving towards the late-ninth rank.

In terms of literary talent, since he set his mind on it, his literary talent has grown at an astonishing rate, and he has become increasingly skilled at using words to convey meaning.

Although it cannot yet truly "determine life or death with a single word," simple commands such as "shut up" and "step back" have already had a substantial effect.

Wang Long tried it, and said to Qin Jiaojiao, "Sit down."

Qin Jiaojiao actually sat down on the ground with a thud, and it took her a while to react.

"Father! What have you done to me?!"

Qin Jiaojiao jumped up from the ground, put her hands on her hips, and looked indignant.

The little girl pouted, looking angry, and was incredibly cute.