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

Wang Long turned the branch in his hand; the snake meat was already roasted to a golden brown and crispy, sizzling as it cooked.

He sprinkled on the last pinch of cumin, making the aroma even stronger.

Little Chick squatted by the fire, its dark, grape-like eyes fixed intently on the string of snake meat.

Its small body leaned slightly forward, its wings spread slightly, as if it were ready to pounce at any moment.

Its golden beak opened slightly, and it licked the tip of its beak with its tongue, almost dripping with saliva.

"Chirp~"

It let out an urgent cry, urging Wang Long on.

Wang Long couldn't help but laugh when he saw its greedy look.

"What's the rush? It's not fully ripe yet."

Little Chirp paced back and forth by the fire in a hurry, its two short legs moving quickly, its round body resembling a rolling golden pom-pom.

It walked back and forth a few times, then squatted back in its original spot, tilting its head and staring at the snake meat, its little paws pawing at the ground, looking like it was longing for something.

Wang Long roasted the snake meat for a while longer to make sure it was fully cooked before taking it off the fire.

The steaming hot snake meat has a golden-brown, crispy surface, and the oil is still sizzling.

The rich aroma of meat, mingled with the spiciness of cumin and chili powder, filled the air. Wang Long blew on the hot meat, tore off a small piece, and popped it into his mouth.

The meat was tender and melted in his mouth, with a subtle sweetness, even more delicious than he had expected.

Most importantly, it also carries a faint trace of spiritual energy, nourishing Wang Long's body.

Monster meat is indeed nourishing!

"good."

Wang Long praised her and gave all the rest to Xiao Qiu.

It flapped its short wings, stretched its neck, and its golden beak precisely caught the other end of the snake meat.

Little Chick was carrying a large piece of snake meat in its mouth, its cheeks bulging like a little hamster, its mouth dripping with oil as it ate.

Just then, a silvery-white light floated out from Wang Long's body, transforming into a small figure.

Little Fairy landed on Wang Long's shoulder, her little face filled with envy as she watched Little Chick eating happily.

"Master, Little Fairy wants to eat too..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of grievance.

Wang Long turned his head and looked at Xiao Xian'er's pitiful little face, his heart softening.

"You are a spirit of an artifact; you can't eat these."

Little Fairy lamented that she couldn't enjoy such delicious food.

She looked at Wang Long, her big eyes brimming with tears of grievance.

"Little Fairy is so hungry..."

Wang Long felt extremely sorry for her when he saw her pitiful appearance.

He thought for a moment, then took out several Earth-grade spiritual weapons from his storage ring and handed them to Xiao Xian'er.

"Little Fairy, can we eat these?"

After all, in many novels, one can devour various refining resources.

Xiao Xian'er's eyes lit up instantly; it suited her perfectly.

She floated up from Wang Long's shoulder and landed in his palm, her small hands holding a long sword.

He raised the sword to his lips, opened his mouth, and revealed a row of neat, white teeth.

"Snap!"

She took a bite.

She bit a clean notch into the sword, making a crisp sound like biting into a cookie.

Little Fairy chewed twice, her eyes narrowed into crescents, and she looked completely satisfied.

"tasty!"

Her voice held a hint of surprise as she took another bite.

The crisp sound of chewing echoed through the dense forest. Little Fairy was eating happily, her two little legs swinging rhythmically in the air.

Wang Long watched as Xiao Xian'er ate the spiritual artifact with great relish and felt somewhat guilty towards her.

He now possesses at least several hundred spiritual artifacts of various grades, including the Heavenly Gang Sword, aside from defensive spiritual artifacts.

The rest are completely useless; I should have given them all to Xiaoxian'er as snacks.

"Eat slowly, I'll give you a few pieces every day from now on."

Wang Long affectionately patted Xiao Xian'er's head and said softly.

"Thank you, Master!"

Little Fairy's little mouth never stopped.

The five Earth-rank spiritual artifacts were completely devoured in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

She patted her tummy contentedly and let out a small burp.

It floated up and landed on Wang Long's shoulder, rubbing its little face against Wang Long's cheek.

"Master, Little Fairy is full!"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a touch of languor.

Wang Long could clearly sense that Xiao Xian'er's aura was stronger than before.

He was right.

A spirit can enhance itself by devouring a spirit artifact; the higher the grade of the devoured artifact, the more significant the enhancement.

After eating and drinking his fill, Wang Long continued his journey.

After traveling at full speed for half an hour, the trees ahead gradually thinned out.

Wang Long stopped and took out Xu Wanyun's calligraphy brush, but there was still no response.

He put away his brush with some disappointment, his gaze falling on a wide-open space in front of him.

There, clusters of low shrubs grow, bearing thumb-sized red fruits. The surface of the fruits ripples with faint spiritual energy and emits a sweet fragrance.

"Crimson Spirit Fruit?!"

A grade four spiritual plant, the main ingredient for refining a grade four Rejuvenation Pill. Although its grade is not high, it is still considered a rare item in the outside world.

He crouched down, preparing to pick the fruit, when his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a fist-sized stone on the ground not far away, emitting a pale golden luster.

Wang Long's fingers paused slightly.

He stood up, walked to the rock, squatted down, and examined it carefully.

The stone was about the size of a fist, irregularly oval in shape, with a rough surface covered with fine lines, resembling a dried-up riverbed.

But between those patterns, a faint golden light flowed, appearing and disappearing, radiating a rich spiritual energy.

Wang Long's pupils contracted slightly.

"Heavenly Stone".

He excitedly reached out and dug the stone out of the soil.

The Tianque Stone feels warm to the touch, like a pebble that has been sun-dried; its surface is rough yet smooth.

A piece the size of a fist is already quite a haul.

Wang Long put the Heavenly Stone into his storage ring, then picked all the surrounding Crimson Spirit Fruits before standing up.

Just as he was about to continue walking forward, he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.

The footsteps were very light, but Wang Long's perception was extremely sharp, and he noticed them as soon as they were heard.

He turned around and looked calmly in the direction from which the sound came.

Two figures emerged from the dense forest, a man and a woman.

The man was burly, around thirty years old, with a rugged face, broad shoulders and a thick waist, and dressed in a black outfit.

The woman was slender, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a beautiful face, and wore a long red dress.

A string of silver bells adorned her wrist, swaying gently in the wind and emitting a clear, melodious sound. The sound carried a somewhat eerie rhythm, leaving one feeling disoriented.

The two stopped in front of Wang Long, their eyes fixed on him, and they looked him up and down.

He then looked at the bushes behind him that had been completely harvested.

A glint of greed flashed in the man's eyes.

"Old man, hand over the Heavenly Stone you just picked up."

His voice was rough, with an undeniable air of dominance.

The woman didn't speak, but simply shook the bell in her hand.

The crisp sound of bells echoed through the dense forest, carrying a somewhat eerie rhythm, as it drilled into Wang Long's ears, attempting to disturb his mind.

Wang Long remained calm, protected by his righteous spirit.

The alluring sound of the bells had no effect on him, like a gentle breeze.

"What if I don't hand it over?"

Wang Long glanced at the two of them indifferently, almost wanting to laugh.

The man's face darkened, and his voice turned icy.

"Then don't blame me for being impolite!"

They were only ninth-rank officials, yet they were up against Wang Long.

The advantage lies with me!

Without the slightest hesitation, the man waved his hand, and a high-grade spiritual weapon, a long staff, instantly appeared in his palm.

With his feet pushing off the ground, he charged towards Wang Long like a raging bull!

He swept his long staff horizontally, aiming straight for Wang Long's waist!

"Mountain-Splitting Cudgel Technique! Die, you bastard!"

This strike was swift and ruthless, imbued with violent spiritual energy. The wind from the staff howled, whipping up fallen leaves from the ground and scattering them in all directions!

The woman moved too.

With a flick of her wrist, the silver bell flew out of her hand, spinning and vibrating in the air, emitting an even more rapid and eerie sound.

The ringing was like countless fine needles, piercing into Wang Long's mind, trying to disturb his mind and numb his consciousness.

Wang Long stood still, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The man's long stick was less than three feet from his waist.

Just as the wind from the stick was about to touch his clothes, Wang Long spoke silently.

"Kneel down!"