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

Wang Long put away his brush, looked up, glanced around, and then looked down at a jade pendant on his wrist.

It was issued by the Heavenly Alliance. The front was engraved with the contestant's number, and the back had a map.

Wang Long channeled his literary energy into the jade tablet.

The jade plaque lit up, and a three-dimensional map of light and shadow appeared before him.

Mountains, rivers, forests, and swamps are all clearly marked.

Wang Long was in an area marked "Lingque Forest".

Lingque Forest is one of the areas with relatively abundant Tianque Stone resources, and can be considered a medium-to-high-level teleportation point.

Wang Long examined the map carefully once more.

Lingque Forest is located in the southeast corner of Tianque Secret Realm, covering an area of ​​approximately 100 square miles.

To the southeast of the forest lies an open plain.

To the northwest lies a great river that runs through the secret realm.

To the northeast lies a continuous mountain range marked "Tianque Mountain Range," the richest area for Tianque Stones and also the most competitive.

"Where will she be teleported to?"

Wang Long secretly made his plans.

Xu Wanyun's literary talent was more profound than his, and she was also more skilled in using perception techniques.

As long as the distance between them shortens to a certain extent, she will definitely be able to sense him first.

"Head north first."

Wang Long made a decision.

The Tianque Mountains are the richest area for Tianque Stones and the final destination for all participants.

No matter where you are teleported to in the secret realm, you will eventually converge in that direction.

Heading north will not only allow you to find the Heavenly Stone, but also increase your chances of encountering Xu Wanyun.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Wang Long carefully put away the jade pendant and walked north.

He walked slowly, each step steady, his eyes scanning his surroundings, alert to any potential dangers.

It was very quiet in the dense forest.

It was unusually quiet.

There were no birdsong, no insect chirping, and even the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves was barely audible.

Only Wang Long's own footsteps rustled on the fallen leaves.

This quiet reminded Wang Long of the night when the spirit beasts went berserk in the Great Qian Imperial Palace.

The calm before the storm is just like this.

Wang Long placed his hand on the hilt of the Heavenly Gang Sword, and the Chaotic Dao Body within his body operated on its own, maximizing his perception.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a faint sound suddenly came from ahead.

It wasn't footsteps; it sounded more like something crawling in the grass, the rustling of scales scraping against the ground.

Wang Long paused, listening intently.

The sound came from the left, getting closer and clearer.

His gaze fell on a dense clump of bushes on his left, the branches and leaves of which were trembling slightly, as if something was passing through them.

Wang Long drew the Tiangang Sword half an inch, and the blade flashed a cold light in the dim forest.

next moment.

Whoosh!

A huge python darted out of the bushes!

Its speed was astonishing, like a black lightning bolt. It opened its blood-red maw, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and bit straight at Wang Long's head!

The enormous mouth was the size of a washbasin, with fangs bared and drool dripping from it, emitting a nauseating stench.

Wang Long's pupils suddenly contracted, and he retreated rapidly!

He lightly touched the ground with his feet, and like a falling leaf, he floated backward, narrowly avoiding the giant mouth.

The python slammed its head into the ground, creating a deep crater and sending dirt flying everywhere!

It raised its head, its vertical pupils fixed on Wang Long, its black forked tongue flicking in and out of its mouth, making a hissing sound.

Wang Long finally saw its full form.

This python was seven or eight meters long, its body thicker than an adult man's waist, and its entire body was covered with jet-black scales that gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim, dense forest.

Its eyes are emerald green, with vertical pupils like two sharp daggers, staring intently at its prey.

"Blue-eyed, black-scaled snake."

Wang Long recognized the magical beast.

A seventh-grade magical beast, extremely poisonous; a single sip of its venom is enough to kill an elephant.

Its scales are as hard as iron, making it difficult to be damaged by ordinary swords and knives. It is extremely fast and adept at ambushes.

Among seventh-grade magical beasts, the Azure-Eyed Black-Scaled Serpent is considered one of the most troublesome.

Beasts are divided into two types: those used by humans are called spirits, and those not used by humans are called demons.

Therefore, there is a distinction between spirit beasts and magical beasts.

It's just a seventh-rank trash; Wang Long could kill it with a single sword strike.

With a thought, Wang Long sent out a Heavenly Gang Sword that hovered above the head of the Green-Eyed Black-Scaled Serpent.

A golden light shot out from his sleeve at an astonishing speed, leaving a golden afterimage in the air.

The golden light struck the head of the blue-eyed, black-scaled snake with pinpoint accuracy.

puff!

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

A fist-sized hole appeared on the head of the green-eyed black-scaled snake, from which black blood gushed and splashed onto the ground, making a hissing, corrosive sound.

Its body stiffened abruptly, the light in its vertical pupils dimmed rapidly, and its massive body crashed to the ground, scattering fallen leaves everywhere.

Little Chirp landed on the corpse of the Green-Eyed Black-Scaled Serpent, shook its wings, and its black grape-like eyes were full of smugness.

It tilted its head and glanced at Wang Long, chirping twice as if it were asking for credit.

Wang Long was both amused and exasperated.

"Little Chirp, you're too fast! I haven't even had a chance to make a move yet."

The little chick puffed out its little chest and flapped its round body with its wings.

The meaning is clear: this kind of trivial matter doesn't require Wang Long's intervention; he's already taken care of it.

Wang Long smiled and shook his head, then squatted down to examine the corpse of the green-eyed black-scaled snake.

A seventh-grade magical beast, its entire body is a treasure.

Snake gallbladders can be used in medicine, snake skin can be used to make inner armor, snake meat can be eaten, and even snake bones can be used to forge magical artifacts.

Little Chick is very interested in snake meat.

It stood on the corpse of the green-eyed black-scaled snake, pecked at the snake's scales with its golden beak, tilted its head to look at Wang Long, and called out twice.

"Want some?"

Wang Long looked at it.

Little Chick nodded repeatedly, its dark, grape-like eyes filled with anticipation.

Wang Long sighed helplessly, took out a short knife from his storage ring, and began to dispose of the corpse of the green-eyed black-scaled snake.

Skin, debone, and take the meat.

His movements were skillful, like those of a seasoned butcher.

Soon, he cut off a large piece of white snake meat, skewered it with a twig, and roasted it over a fire.

Flames licked the snake meat, sizzling as they dripped oil onto the embers, sending up plumes of white smoke.

Wang Long was completely unafraid that other magical beasts would be attracted by the flames.

Little Chick can also advance by consuming these things, so the more magical beasts that come, the better.

However, now that Wang Long has spoiled Xiao Qiu, she doesn't like to swallow things raw and prefers to be made into various delicacies.

It is also a spirit beast that knows how to enjoy life!

Wang Long took out seasonings from his storage ring and sprinkled them on the snake meat.

Cumin, chili powder, and salt—all are included.

Soon, a rich aroma of roasted meat filled the dense forest.

Little Chick squatted by the fire, its eyes fixed on the string of snake meat, its mouth practically watering.