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

In a corner of the Time Chamber, Little Chiu's body was also glowing.

Golden light emanated from its body, growing brighter and brighter.

Its aura was also slowly rising.

Little Fairy floated above the secret chamber, her face full of fatigue, yet still focused.

She controlled the array of the House of Time with the utmost care.

In the blink of an eye.

Ten days have passed in the House of Time.

Outside, only one day had passed.

Wang Long opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

He exhaled a long breath and stretched his limbs.

The bones all over his body made cracking and popping sounds.

"The shackles of the Grandmaster's peak... have loosened somewhat."

Wang Long muttered to himself, quite satisfied.

After all, breaking through to the Saint Realm is not an easy feat.

Even with dual cultivation and several months of training in the outside world, given his current cultivation progress, he might not be able to loosen the shackles even slightly.

Xu Wanyun also opened her eyes, a flash of golden light appearing briefly in her beautiful eyes.

A hint of surprise appeared on her face.

"Uncle Long, my literary skills have also improved quite a bit."

"At this rate, it won't be long before I break through to the peak of Grandmaster."

Wang Long nodded, gaining a deeper understanding of the extraordinary nature of the House of Time.

It's not just a change in the flow of time.

More importantly, the concentration of spiritual energy in the secret chamber is hundreds of times that of the outside world.

The spiritual energy in the spirit stone has been purified and compressed to the extreme!

"No wonder the Azure Emperor said that this palace was his most precious treasure."

Wang Long stood up and dusted himself off.

"This is no palace; it's clearly a shortcut to the Imperial Realm."

Xu Wanyun also stood up, walked to his side, and gently took his arm.

"Uncle Long, we have six days left."

"You could easily train here for two months!"

As she spoke, her pretty face flushed slightly.

"Wouldn't the effect be better if the two of us cultivated together?"

Wang Long looked at Xu Wanyun's flushed face and felt a slight flutter in his heart.

"Wanyun, you're right~"

He reached out and gently put his arm around her waist, his palm resting on the fabric of her clothes.

He could clearly feel Xu Wanyun's delicate body tremble slightly.

"The effects of dual cultivation are indeed much better than cultivating alone."

Xu Wanyun lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice barely audible.

"I'm willing to cooperate with Uncle Long in training~"

A seemingly aloof and unattainable beauty, a female teacher admired by everyone.

Now, nestled in Wang Long's arms, she embodies the image of a little woman.

If this gets back to Wenxin Academy, I wonder how many people it will break their hearts.

Wang Long lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice low and gentle.

"Let's begin then."

Xu Wanyun's face turned red from her neck all the way to her ears, and even the corners of her eyes were tinged with a blush.

She nodded very gently, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Hmm~"

Looking at her shy and bashful appearance, Wang Long felt a surge of passion within him.

He bent down and scooped Xu Wanyun up in his arms.

Xu Wanyun gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest, not daring to look up.

In the corner of the secret room, Little Chick was squatting on the ground, dozing off. Hearing the noise, it raised its head.

It glanced at the object with its black, grape-like eyes, then lowered its head nonchalantly, covered its eyes with its wings, and curled up into a ball of golden fluff.

Little Fairy floated above the secret room, her little face full of embarrassment.

"Oh dear, Master wants it again..."

She covered her face and transformed into a beam of light, disappearing into the Heavenly Gang Sword.

"Little Fairy knows nothing, Little Fairy is going to sleep!"

Wang Long carried Xu Wanyun to the center of the secret room and gently placed her on the soft animal hide.

The futon was pushed aside, and the animal skin was spread out, soft and warm.

Above the dome of the secret chamber, countless stars slowly rotated, their starlight cascading down like a waterfall, enveloping the two in a soft, silvery-white glow.

The runes on the walls shimmered slightly, emitting a warm glow, and the entire secret room was quiet and peaceful.

Xu Wanyun lay on the animal skin, her black hair cascading down, spreading across the soft fur, making her beautiful and refined face appear even more otherworldly.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes were half-open and half-closed, misty with tears, and she dared not look into Wang Long's eyes.

Wang Long sat down beside her, gently brushing the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her cheek, feeling their rough warmth.

"Wanyun".

His voice was deep and gentle.

"Um?"

Xu Wanyun's voice was soft.

"Look at this old man."

Xu Wanyun bit her lip, slowly turned her head, and met Wang Long's cloudy yet gentle eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, her palms were sweaty, and she felt both shy and nervous, but she didn't back down at all.

"Uncle Long..."

Her voice was soft, trembling slightly, yet every word was clear.

"I hope Uncle Long will take pity on me."

That look, that voice, it's practically tempting Wang Long to commit a crime!

He immediately lowered his head and kissed Xu Wanyun's lips.

Xu Wanyun closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and once again completely surrendered herself to him.

……

In the dome of the secret chamber, stars slowly rotated, casting a soft, silvery-white light.

Time slips away unnoticed.

One day, two days, three days...

There is no day or night in the secret chamber, only the eternal starlight.

Wang Long and Xu Wanyun were so engrossed in their dual cultivation that they forgot about time and everything else.

Their auras intertwined, and spiritual energy and literary energy flowed back and forth between them, forming a perfect cycle.

With each cycle, their auras grew stronger.

With each cycle, their cultivation levels rose slightly.

Little Chick crouched in the corner of the secret room, curled up into a ball of golden fluff, also cultivating.

Its body glowed faintly, the golden light grew brighter and brighter, and its aura grew stronger and stronger.

Little Fairy floated out of the Heavenly Gang Sword and hovered above the secret chamber, her little face full of seriousness.

She manipulated the array of the Time Chamber to maintain the spiritual energy concentration in the secret room at the highest level, while carefully avoiding disturbing the two of them.

Two months passed in the Time Chamber in a flash.

Wang Long and Xu Wanyun sat facing each other, their palms touching.

Both of them were enveloped in a thick golden light, which illuminated the entire room.

Wang Long's aura was much stronger than it had been two months ago.

The shackles of the Grandmaster's peak trembled violently within his body.

He could sense that the shackles were already teetering on the brink of collapse, and could shatter at any moment.

They have already stepped one foot into the threshold of the sacred realm.

Wang Long could clearly sense that something was still missing in his advancement to the Saint Realm.

Xu Wanyun's breathing was also much stronger than it had been two months ago.

She had already broken through the shackles of the late Grandmaster stage and stood firmly at the peak of the Grandmaster realm.

Just now.

The Emperor Seed within Wang Long's body suddenly trembled slightly.

A warm current surged from the seed, flowing through the meridians to the limbs and bones.

Wherever that warm current passed, the meridians were widened, the flesh and blood were strengthened, and the bones were tempered.

Wang Long could feel that his body was undergoing some kind of strange change.

Those latent, untapped potential forces, dormant deep within the marrow, finally burst forth under the stimulation of that warm current.

Like a flood bursting its banks, they surged from the marrow of the body, rushing along the meridians, intertwining with spiritual energy and literary spirit to form a completely new power.

That power was more profound than spiritual power and purer than literary energy.

It is a qualitative change that occurs after spiritual power and literary energy merge.

It is a power that only Saint Realm experts can wield.

It is a power that can resonate with heaven and earth!