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

The moment that word was uttered, the world changed color!

Golden light surged from Wang Long's body, soaring into the sky and condensing into enormous swords of literary energy in the air.

Each sword is about ten feet long, with a blade as clear as crystal, radiating a warm and pure golden light.

Densely packed, blotting out the sky and the sun.

Like dark clouds in the sky before a storm, they enveloped the entire valley.

Kui Bai raised his head and looked at the dense array of swords of literary energy in the sky, his pupils contracting to their maximum.

His lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with despair.

"No...no..."

The disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect also raised their heads, looking at the golden giant swords in the sky, and frantically begged for mercy and cried out.

"No...don't kill me..."

"I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."

Wang Long ignored the pleas for mercy.

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

The countless swords of literary energy in the sky poured down like a torrential rain.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The sword light pierced the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Golden light illuminated the entire valley, revealing in detail the figures kneeling and begging for mercy.

The sounds of the sword of literary energy piercing through the body rose and fell, dense and crisp.

Kui Bai's body was pierced by several swords of literary energy, leaving it riddled with holes.

Blood gushed from the wound, staining the ground crimson.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape, and his face was frozen with the resentment and fear of dying.

He tried to say something, but only a muffled gurgling sound came out of his throat.

Then Kui Bai's body collapsed to the ground with a thud, and he never moved again.

The disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect fell one after another.

The sword of literary energy pierced through their bodies, pinning them to the ground.

Blood pooled into streams, flowing from high to low, turning the entire mountain ridge dark red.

The screams, cries, and pleas for mercy all vanished in an instant.

The valley fell into a deathly silence.

Only the sound of the wind blowing across the mountain ridge could be heard.

Wang Long raised his hand again and waved it gently.

Those swords imbued with literary energy transformed into specks of golden light and dissipated into the air.

Sunlight streamed through the clouds, falling on the corpses and making the blood stand out starkly.

Xu Wanyun walked to his side, her gaze sweeping over the corpses, her expression calm.

Wang Long stood on the mountain ridge, his gaze sweeping over the corpses of the Puppet Spirit Sect disciples, his expression calm.

"Wanyun, tidy them up and see if they have any good stuff on them."

Xu Wanyun nodded slightly and walked to Kui Bai's body.

He bent down, took off the storage bag from his waist, and then removed the storage bracelet from his wrist.

As she probed into it with her divine sense, her beautiful eyes lit up slightly.

"Uncle Long, this Kui Bai is quite wealthy."

Xu Wanyun took out several fist-sized Heavenly Stones from her storage bag, along with several bottles of pills and several spiritual artifacts.

The most eye-catching thing was the jet-black Heavenly Rank longsword.

The blade was covered with twisted runes, exuding a chilling aura.

"A Heaven-Rank Spiritual Weapon, of good quality."

Wang Long took the long sword, held it in his hand, and weighed it in his hand.

"It's a pity it's from the Puppet Spirit Sect; the aura attached to it is too cold and unsuitable for our use."

At this moment, Xiao Xian'er appeared in front of Wang Long, drooling as she looked at the long sword.

He handed the long sword to Xiao Xian'er.

"Little Fairy, here are some snacks for you."

"Thank you, Master!"

Little Fairy happily hugged the long knife and ate it bite by bite.

"Click-clack~"

A crisp chewing sound came from its mouth. Little Fairy chewed twice, squinted her eyes, and looked satisfied.

She sat on Wang Long's shoulder and rubbed her head against his face.

Xu Wanyun then gathered all the storage bags of the other Puppet Spirit Sect disciples and piled them all together.

Spirit stones, elixirs, magical artifacts, and rare and precious materials were piled up like a small mountain.

Although it couldn't compare to the treasure trove of those twelve magical beasts, it was still a considerable gain.

Wang Long put everything into his storage ring and clapped his hands.

"Let's go, it's still early, let's wander around."

Xu Wanyun nodded gently and took his arm.

The two of them leaped onto Xiao Qiu's back.

With a flap of its wings, Little Chick's golden form soared into the sky and flew towards the depths of the secret realm.

The following days were the most relaxed period for Wang Long since he entered the secret realm.

There were no more chases, no more traps, no more deceit and treachery.

Every morning, the two of them ride Little Chick through the skies above the secret realm, overlooking the magnificent mountains and rivers below.

During the day, they would land in places that interested them and explore areas that no one had ever set foot in before.

Sometimes it is a sacred spring deep in the dense forest, with crystal-clear water and a misty, spiritual atmosphere.

The two would rest by the spring, draw water to brew tea, and enjoy the rare tranquility.

Sometimes it is a platform on the mountaintop, with ancient array patterns on it. Although it is dilapidated, you can still see its former grandeur.

Wang Long squatted down and carefully studied the patterns, trying to glean some insights from them.

Sometimes it is a medicinal garden in the canyon, where spiritual plants grow luxuriantly and in a wide variety.

Xu Wanyun would squat by the herb garden, identifying each herb one by one. If she encountered one she didn't recognize, she would take out an ancient book from her storage ring to look it up.

Little Chick is in charge of guarding.

It hovered high in the sky, its golden form like a small sun, illuminating the entire area.

It can detect even the slightest movement.

If it encounters a foolish monster, it will swoop down and swallow it whole, enjoying its meal immensely.

Little Fairy also woke up from her slumber, floated out of Wang Long's body, and landed on his shoulder.

Her little face was full of excitement as she looked around, as if searching for something.

The two people, the beast, and the spirit of the artifact wandered around in a relaxed manner, as if they were on a picnic.

They turned a remote place with a survival rate of only a few percent into a resort.

Beyond the secret realm, in the Tianque City Square.

A massive spatial rift floated above the plaza, like a giant eye looking down at the crowd below.

The square was packed with people.

People from all the major factions are here, waiting for their disciples to return.

Some people had expectations on their faces, some had trepidation, and many more had anxiety written all over their faces.

Because every moment, the life tablets are broken.

Each broken piece means that a contestant has died in the secret realm.

"My disciple... my disciple's life tablet is shattered..."

An elderly man with white hair slumped on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"My disciple, whom I've painstakingly trained for thirty years... is gone just like that..."

My condolences.

The person next to him patted him on the shoulder and sighed.

"The struggle for supremacy among dynasties is a life-or-death battle; only one in a hundred survives."

"I had mentally prepared myself, but... but when it actually happened, I still couldn't accept it..."

The old man held the shattered memorial tablet and wept bitterly.

Similar scenes were playing out in every corner of the square.

Some wept, some remained silent, some were angry, and some were numb.

Qin Jiaojiao looked at the entrance to the secret realm with a worried expression, muttering to herself.

"Daddy, Jiaojiao misses you so much..."