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

As Ye Niannu spoke, she reached out and pinched Wang Long's cheek, her smile as bright as a flower.

"Anyone who is a holy son or daughter of a major sect and whose strength is at the Saint Realm can participate."

"I'm much older than you, my lord; you just look older than you are."

Upon hearing this, Wang Long's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't argue with her.

Is this a compliment or an insult?

He looked at Ye Wushuang, hesitating to speak.

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang said calmly.

"Speak freely."

"My question is, does the Primordial Holy Palace have any Holy Sons?"

Wang Long rubbed his hands together with a smile, his intentions quite clear.

Ye Wushuang was taken aback when she heard this, not expecting Wang Long to have this idea.

If he were to say that the Primordial Holy Palace had a Holy Son, he suspected that Wang Long would replace him in that position.

"Of course there is no Holy Son!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Niannu pouted and said with great displeasure.

Wang Long was completely bewildered.

Ye Wushuang immediately explained.

"Originally, the plan was to find a Daoist partner for Niannu and make him a holy son."

She paused, her gaze falling on Ye Niannu, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"Unfortunately, Niannu is stuck at the peak of the Saint Realm and unable to break through to the Supreme Realm, so the selection of the Holy Son remains unresolved."

That's right, the Holy Sons of the Primordial Holy Palace serve the Holy Maidens, unlike other sects.

But what they have in common is that both the holy son and the holy daughter are Daoist couples.

This will help the two to work together more effectively during the selection process.

"Therefore, some within the sect suggested that since Niannu herself was unlikely to make a breakthrough, it would be better to form an alliance with the Tianyan Sect through marriage and fight together."

Upon hearing this, Ye Niannu pursed her lips and muttered something.

"With his character, does he even deserve to be my Daoist partner?"

Wang Long didn't respond, looking thoughtful.

After a moment, he raised his head, looked at Ye Wushuang, and spoke in a steady voice.

"Palace Master Ye, if I join the Primordial Holy Palace, could I be revered as a Holy Son?"

Ye Wushuang paused slightly and looked up at him.

Ye Niannu was also stunned. She turned her head, her beautiful eyes slightly open, and stared at him intently.

The bedchamber was quiet for two breaths.

Both of them assumed that Wang Long had a bad impression of the Primordial Holy Palace and didn't want to have much to do with it.

Ye Wushuang already had this idea, so it was naturally a good thing that Wang Long was interested.

Ye Wushuang looked at Wang Long with a cold gaze, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Yet the atmosphere remained calm as ever.

"If you were to enter the Primordial Holy Palace as a Holy Son, that would be the best outcome."

"Your abilities are sufficient, but you have only been in the palace for a short time, and I fear some disciples may gossip about you."

"However, it's not a big deal."

She changed the subject and looked at Ye Niannu.

"However, Niannu is unable to break through to the Supreme Realm. You will have to break through to the Supreme Realm in a year."

Ye Wushuang had already realized that Wang Long's true realm was that of a half-saint.

She didn't know how Wang Long managed to instantly elevate his cultivation level to the Heavenly Supreme.

Everyone has their own secrets, and Ye Wushuang wouldn't ask. As long as he was good to Ye Niannu, that was enough!

"Master, rest assured, with my husband here, breaking through to the Supreme Realm will not be difficult for me!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Niannu immediately patted her chest and assured him.

Then he smiled and looked at Wang Long, his eyes filled with admiration.

"With your talent, young master, breaking through to the Supreme Realm in a year is truly not a difficult task!"

She wrapped her arms around Wang Long's arm, pressed her face against his shoulder, and smiled with her eyes crinkling.

"And with my beloved accompanying me to the regional selection, we're sure to get a spot in the Dragon Transformation Pool!"

Ye Wushuang looked at her confident expression and remained silent for a moment.

"Alright, I'll trust you for now!"

She stood up, straightened her skirt, and spoke in a cool voice.

"However, you must understand that the selection of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter across the entire region is no child's play."

"At that time, geniuses from the five major domains will gather, and the Supreme Realm will be just the basic threshold for entry."

"Your opponents are all from various sects with established traditions, as well as unparalleled geniuses from holy lands."

Upon hearing this, Ye Niannu nodded seriously and said solemnly.

"Disciple understands!"

Ye Wushuang glanced at her, then looked at Wang Long and nodded slightly.

"I will arrange your initiation ceremony."

"I believe no one would dare to refuse."

If Xuanzhen Daoist and the others knew that Wang Long was going to join the Primordial Holy Palace, they would probably be so excited that they couldn't sleep.

Before Ye Niannu could finish speaking, her figure flickered slightly and disappeared into the bedchamber like a wisp of smoke.

The Tianyan Sect has a magnificent mountain gate.

Zheng Hao was carried off the flying boat by two protectors, one on each side.

His face was ashen, his lips were bloodless, and he was in a semi-conscious state.

He would occasionally let out a painful murmur.

The disciples guarding the gate saw this scene from afar and were terrified.

He hurriedly ran back to the sect to report the news.

"The young sect leader is in trouble! Quickly! Report to the sect leader immediately!"

The news spread very quickly.

Before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea is up in an uproar.

When Zheng Hao was carried into the main hall, Zheng Yuan, the sect leader of Tianyan Sect, was already sitting in the main seat.

This man had a square face, thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and a neatly trimmed short beard.

He was dressed in a dark brocade robe, and his entire being exuded an imposing aura without being angry.

When he saw Zheng Hao's miserable state, he was instantly enraged!

"What's going on?!"

Zheng Yuan suddenly stood up and appeared in front of Zheng Hao in an instant.

Looking at Zheng Hao's broken legs, I felt a wave of dizziness.

This is his only son!

In the entire Eastern Region, who dares to harm the young sect master of the Heavenly Evolution Sect?!

Does he not want to live anymore?!

His voice was angry, and he roared.

"Who did this?!"

The two protectors knelt down with a thud, their bodies trembling like leaves.

The older man's forehead was pressed tightly against the cold floor tiles, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, it's the Primordial Holy Palace...something has happened at the Primordial Holy Palace..."

Zheng Yuan's face was ashen, and his voice was chillingly cold.

"The Primordial Holy Palace? Ye Wushuang? Daoist Xuanzhen? They actually dared to attack the young master?!"

"No...it's neither Palace Master Ye nor Taoist Xuanzhen..."

The protector's voice grew softer and softer, becoming intermittent.

"It was... a man named Wang Long..."

"Wang Long?"

Zheng Yuan frowned; he had no recollection of the name.

No matter who it is, anyone who dares to harm his precious son will pay the price!

"Who is this person? What level of cultivation is he?"

The protector raised his blood-stained face and swallowed hard.

"This person... before making his move, the aura he displayed was only that of a half-saint..."

Zheng Yuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed in anger.

"A half-saint? You two are both at the early stage of the Supreme Realm, and my son is even at the middle stage of the Supreme Realm. The three of you were beaten into this state by a single half-saint?!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with unbelievable anger.

Zheng Yuan felt that the guy in front of him was teasing him.

If it weren't for the need to find out why Zheng Hao was injured, he would have slapped this person away long ago.

The protector immediately kowtowed, his forehead hitting the floor tiles with a loud thud.

"Sect Master, please calm your anger! This person is extremely strange! He appears to be a half-saint, but the moment he makes a move, he suddenly unleashes the pressure of a Heavenly Sovereign!"

"That aura... we subordinates have never felt such terrifying pressure before... even... even the Supreme Elder doesn't seem to possess such pure oppressive power!"

Zheng Yuan's angry expression froze on his face.

This isn't just fooling myself; it's treating him like an idiot!

"The Supreme Being?"

His voice turned colder, tinged with suspicion.

"A mere half-saint unleashing the pressure of a Heavenly Sovereign? Do you even know what you're saying?"