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

The majestic gate of the Primordial Holy Palace stands tall, with two white jade pillars over a hundred feet high. The pillars are carved with intricate cloud patterns and mythical beast totems, gleaming with a warm luster in the sunlight.

Wang Long, riding his little chick, saw the majestic mountain gate from a great distance.

Two gatekeeper disciples stood on each side of the mountain gate, dressed in uniform blue Taoist robes, with long swords hanging at their waists and solemn faces.

"What is that!?"

The gatekeepers saw the huge golden figure in the sky, and the next moment, Xiao Qiu landed steadily, which really startled them.

Wang Long jumped off Xiao Qiu's back, straightened his robes, and strode towards the mountain gate.

Little Chick transformed into a golden ball of fluff and nestled into his arms, revealing only a pair of dark, grape-like eyes that curiously surveyed its surroundings.

"stop!"

The leading gatekeeper raised his hand to stop Wang Long, sizing him up and down.

The tone was polite enough, but carried a hint of businesslike detachment.

"Sir, this is the gate of the Primordial Holy Palace. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter."

"May I ask if you have a formal invitation, sir? Or do you have an appointment with any elder or disciple within the palace?"

Wang Long didn't say much, but took out the jet-black city lord's token from his pocket and flashed it.

"I am an elder of Tianque City, and I have come to the Holy Palace as a guest."

Upon seeing this, the gatekeeper's pupils suddenly contracted, his fingers trembled slightly, and his voice changed tone.

"This...this is the City Lord's Decree of Tianque City?!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of his three other disciples also changed, and they all crowded around.

He stared at the token, his eyes wide open.

"May I ask...may I ask your honorable name, sir?"

The leading disciple's attitude instantly became ten times more respectful, and he even bent his back a little.

"I am Wang Long, an old man who has come merely as a guest. I wonder if you could do me a favor?"

Wang Long put the token back into his pocket, speaking calmly.

"So convenient! Of course it's convenient!"

The gatekeeper nodded repeatedly, his face full of ingratiating smiles, and stepped aside to make way, gesturing for the others to proceed.

"Please come in, sir! Would you like me to announce your arrival? Or... or would you like me to show you the way?"

Wang Long glanced at him, then casually took out a few top-grade spirit stones from his storage ring and tossed them over.

"Then I'll trouble you to lead the way, young friend."

The gatekeeper disciple quickly caught the spirit stone, only to feel a sudden weight in his palm. Looking down, he saw...

I almost knelt down on the spot.

Top-grade spirit stones!

Four pieces in total!

He usually uses mid-grade spirit stones for cultivation, and it's already a great fortune for him to occasionally obtain a few high-grade spirit stones.

He has now obtained four top-grade spirit stones, which is equivalent to his savings from years of hard work.

His hands were shaking, and his voice was trembling.

"Sir...this...this is far too valuable..."

He felt it was a bit too hot to handle.

"Keep it, and lead the way."

Wang Long waved his hand dismissively, showing no concern whatsoever, displaying his immense wealth and arrogance.

With that, he took the lead and walked into the mountain gate.

The gatekeeper disciple took a deep breath, carefully tucked the spirit stone into his pocket, and quickly followed.

Walking beside Wang Long, he bent his back even lower, his tone respectful to the point of being obsequious.

"This way, sir. My surname is Chen, and my name is Chen San. If you need anything in the palace, please just give me your orders!"

Wang Long nodded and looked around at the scenery of the Primordial Holy Palace.

The spiritual energy inside the palace was so dense that it was almost tangible, and ancient trees towered on both sides of the mountain path, with rare and exotic flowers and herbs everywhere.

Occasionally, a few cranes would fly overhead, emitting clear and melodious calls.

On the distant, misty mountain peaks, one can vaguely see layers upon layers of palace eaves, magnificent and like a fairyland.

"As expected of a top sect in the Eastern Region..."

Wang Long sighed softly.

Chen San quickly chimed in, his tone tinged with pride and smugness.

"You flatter me, sir. Our Primordial Holy Palace has been established for over eight thousand years. We have more than a dozen elders at the Supreme Realm, and there is also a Grand Elder who is in seclusion year-round, who is said to have reached the Heavenly Supreme Realm!"

"There are very few sects in the entire Eastern Region that can rival us."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Wang Long, wondering to himself about the origins of this "Mr. Wang".

This person is no ordinary individual, possessing the City Lord's Token of Tianque City and casually bestowing top-grade spirit stones as rewards.

The more he thought about it, the more unfathomable this Wang Long seemed, and his tone became even more respectful.

"Sir, you said you wanted to visit an old friend. May I ask which elder or disciple it is? I can send someone ahead to inform them."

Wang Long shook his head, his tone indifferent.

"No need to announce my arrival. Just lead the way. I will find her myself."

Chen San didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly nodded in agreement, leading Wang Long up the bluestone mountain path.

After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, a wide square appeared ahead, at the end of which stood a magnificent main hall for welcoming guests.

Chen San stopped at the edge of the square, pointed ahead and whispered.

"Sir, this is the main hall for receiving guests. The palace receives visitors here."

"We are currently entertaining distinguished guests and it's inconvenient to take you there. How about I take you to a side hall to wait?"

Chen San asked tentatively.

Wang Long sensed Ye Niannu's presence; he could no longer hear Chen San's words.

He strode towards the main hall where guests were to be received.

"Sir... you can't..."

Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.

Ye Niannu's words were like a sharp blade tempered with ice, piercing straight through the false harmony in the hall.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

Xu Ming's hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, the tea sloshing slightly, spilling a few drops onto the table.

He opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to find his voice, his brows furrowing into a deep knot.

"Ye Niannu! Do you even know what you're saying?!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with barely suppressed anger and panic.

He slammed the teacup down on the table with a loud thud.

"How dare you, a junior, make such a decision about marriage?! This marriage agreement was personally finalized by the two Supreme Elders, concerning the centuries-old friendship and alliance between the Primordial Holy Palace and the Heavenly Evolution Sect! How can you act so willfully and recklessly!"

As he spoke, he quickly turned his head and gave Zheng Hao a fawning smile.

Her tone softened, with an obvious hint of ingratiation.

"Young Sect Master, please calm down. Niannu is still young and a bit straightforward. She doesn't know how to speak properly and didn't mean to offend you."

"I will definitely teach her a lesson when I get back, and the engagement will absolutely not be changed."

Zheng Hao did not respond.

He sat in the armchair, his fingers interlaced on his knees, his bulging eyes fixed on Ye Niannu.

His gaze was so sinister, like a poisoned nail, that it didn't waver for a moment.

Ye Niannu's words, "I disagree," were like a resounding slap across his face in front of everyone.

It hurts like fire.

From childhood to adulthood, Zheng Hao has never failed to get what he wanted.

Spirit stones, pills, cultivation techniques, status, women... as long as he asks, everyone in the Tianyan Sect will rush to offer them up.

But today, he personally visited her with sincerity and courtesy, only to be rejected outright by a woman at the peak of the Saint Realm.

Moreover, this happened in front of Ye Wushuang, and in front of the disciples and protectors of the Primordial Holy Palace.

Zheng Hao's lips twitched, a forced smile, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, cold and hard.

"Elder Xu, is this the attitude of your Primordial Holy Palace?"