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

But... why did Wang Long just exude the aura of a demigod?!

Zheng Hao couldn't understand it.

Is it just a case of pretending to be weak to take advantage of others?

There are two great gaps between a half-saint and a supreme being: the saint realm and the supreme realm. Even if there are secret techniques to enhance strength in a short period of time.

There's no logic in making someone instantly transform from a half-saint into a supreme being!

His grandfather, Zheng Tianyan, was the Supreme Elder of the Tianyan Sect and a true Heavenly Sovereign. It took him a full eight hundred years to go from a half-saint to this point!

But this old thing in front of me... instantly went from a half-saint to a supreme being!

fake!

Must be fake!

But the terrifying aura that pressed down on him was undeniable.

His spiritual power was frozen solid within his body, making even its circulation extremely difficult, and each breath was accompanied by tearing pain.

This suffocating feeling of being completely suppressed by a higher-level being was exactly the same as when he faced his grandfather, or even... worse.

Ye Niannu stood beside Wang Long, still immersed in the shock of what had just happened.

From the moment Wang Long stepped into the palace gate until now, only a few dozen breaths had passed, yet he had crushed his way from a half-saint to the mid-stage of the supreme realm, then to the early stage of the supreme realm, and finally even sent the Grand Elder Xu Ming flying with a single finger and embedded in the wall.

At this moment, the aura of the Heavenly Sovereign that made the entire hall tremble was continuously emanating from his body.

The entire hall was deathly silent.

Wang Long slowly withdrew the aura of the Heavenly Supreme like a tide.

But the lingering power was like a branding iron, etched into the bones of everyone in the hall, lingering for a long time.

Zheng Hao lay on the ground, his whole body still trembling violently.

He was used to acting arrogantly and domineeringly, relying on the power of the Tianyan Sect.

But I have never truly experienced the feeling of being crushed to the point of almost suffocation by the pressure of a powerful figure.

Just a moment ago, he truly felt the threat of death.

He felt that if Wang Long wanted to, a single glance from him could kill him.

"Heaven... Heavenly Supreme..."

Zheng Hao made intermittent sounds, still unable to believe the fact.

"How could this be... how could it be the Heavenly Supreme..."

His two protectors lay on the ground further away, covered in blood.

Unable to even crawl, it could only let out suppressed wails.

This is the Supreme Being of Heaven!

Even if Grandpa Zheng Hao came, he wouldn't dare to break ties with a Heavenly Sovereign so easily!

"My lord! You are so amazing!"

Ye Niannu's voice sounded exceptionally clear and cheerful in the deathly silent hall.

She paid no heed to the horrified stares around her and threw herself into Wang Long's arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him several more times on the face, her eyes filled with irrepressible adoration and joy.

"When did you become so strong!?"

Wang Long reached out and put his arm around her waist, looking down into her bright eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

I'll explain in detail later.

Ye Niannu's cheeks flushed slightly, and her smile became even brighter. She buried her face in his chest, like a spoiled cat.

Ye Wushuang sat there in a daze, oblivious to the fact that the teacup in her hand had gone cold.

Those cold eyes were fixed on Wang Long, their depths churning with turbulent emotions.

Supreme Being!

That aura, that pressure, that power that crushes all rules—it could only be unleashed by someone at the Heavenly Sovereign realm.

But when she first met Wang Long more than two months ago, he was only a sixth-rank martial artist.

In just over two months, he rose from the sixth rank to the Heavenly Supreme?

This cannot be explained by the word "genius" at all.

Ye Wushuang gently stroked the cold rim of the cup with her fingertips, and a thought that she herself found absurd surged into her mind.

"Could this person be a reincarnation of a powerful being, cultivating again?"

If not, how can we explain this completely illogical speed of transformation?

Wang Long gently patted Ye Niannu's back, then released her and took two steps forward.

Looking down at Zheng Hao, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the hall.

"Ye Niannu is my woman, from beginning to end, whether it's your Tianyan Sect or the Taichu Holy Palace."

"Anyone who wants to take her away from me should first ask if I agree."

Zheng Hao lay on the broken blue bricks, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

He raised his head, his face covered in dust and bloodstains, and met Wang Long's cloudy yet calm eyes. He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Yes...yes..."

His voice was hoarse and trembling, with a sob in it.

"This junior...this junior was blind and offended you, senior...this junior will leave now...this junior will leave now..."

As he spoke, he scrambled backward, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, and awkwardly moved towards the palace gate.

The two protectors also struggled to their feet, supporting each other like two stray dogs, not daring to even turn their heads back.

Just now.

An aged and majestic voice came from outside the hall, like an ancient bell being struck suddenly, making the beams and pillars of the entire hall hum.

"Who dares to act so presumptuously in my Primordial Holy Palace?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared at the palace gate as if emerging from the void.

The man had white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and wore a faded gray Taoist robe. He was hunched over and looked like an ordinary old man in his twilight years.

But the moment he stood there, the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze, and even the light dimmed.

This person is none other than the Supreme Elder of the Primordial Holy Palace—Xuanzhen Daoist!

Xu Ming, who was half-dead and embedded in the wall pit, now seemed to be experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

He suddenly raised his head and shouted hoarsely.

"Elder! You've finally arrived!"

His finger trembled as he pointed in Wang Long's direction.

"This person trespassed into our sect, injured the young sect master of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, and even severely injured me! Supreme Elder, you must uphold justice for our sect!"

Xuanzhen Daoist's gaze slowly fell on Wang Long.

A glint of light flashed in those cloudy old eyes.

He glanced at Xu Ming, who was embedded in the wall, and then at the mess in the hall.

Finally, he looked at Wang Long, his voice calm and unhurried, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Xuanzhen, the Supreme Elder of the Primordial Sacred Palace."

"You have committed such an outrageous act on the territory of my Primordial Holy Palace. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

His aura was restrained like a mountain, yet it seemed as if it could unleash a thunderous force at any moment.

The air around them grew heavy again, and even the scattered pebbles on the ground began to tremble slightly.

Wang Long looked at him with icy eyes.

This bastard forcibly separated her from Ye Niannu and even married her off to someone she didn't like.

For the sake of the so-called greater good of the sect.

If Wang Long hadn't had the Heavenly Supreme Experience Card, what would the outcome have been today?

Ye Niannu will be used as a bargaining chip and pushed into that fiery pit of纨绔 (a spoiled, dissolute young man), and after her immaculate holy body is completely drained, only exhaustion and death await her.

He didn't bother with politeness towards this kind of person and spoke indifferently.

"Who do you think you are? Do I need to explain myself to you?"