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Wang Long could clearly sense that the energy in this new room contained an extremely large amount of vitality.

Gentle and lingering, it seems to nourish everything.

"I see……"

Wang Long muttered to himself, his eyes instantly lighting up.

He turned to look at Ye Niannu and excitedly explained.

"Niannu, this room is actually a healing room!"

Ye Niannu was looking around curiously when she heard this, she paused and turned to look at him.

"A healing room?"

She blinked her peach blossom eyes, somewhat puzzled.

"What is that? Is this some kind of simple healing?"

It's really too ordinary compared to the House of Time.

Wang Long smiled and shook his head.

"How could an Emperor-level spiritual artifact be so simple?"

"Yes, as long as the person isn't dead, even if they're just barely alive, regardless of whether they've been poisoned, corrupted by evil energy, or have other injuries!"

"As long as there are enough spirit stones, this healing room can pull him back from the brink of death."

He paused, then smiled mysteriously.

Ye Niannu's eyes widened in disbelief at such an incredible ability.

There will be no need for elixirs anymore.

Judging from Wang Long's expression, it seems there's more to it than that.

She shook Wang Long's arm excitedly, smiling charmingly.

"My lord, is there anything else?"

"Not only can it save lives, but it can also repair the foundation, clear away hidden injuries, strengthen the body's vital energy, and reconnect and heal damaged meridians!"

"In other words, as long as you have enough spirit stones, you can save anyone!"

Ye Niannu thought she had gotten used to the surprises Wang Long brought her.

I was still genuinely shocked after hearing Wang Long's explanation.

"My lord..."

Her voice was somewhat ethereal.

"As expected of an Emperor-level spiritual artifact, its power is simply unimaginable!"

Wang Long nodded, his smile deepening.

"Yes, this is the new feature that Asgard has unlocked."

Ye Niannu happily took Wang Long's arm.

"In that case, we won't need any other cultivation resources in the future."

"All you need to do is keep accumulating spirit stones!"

"That's right!"

The magical artifact in her hand wouldn't offer much improvement to Xiao Xian'er, so she could simply sell it.

There are also a large number of spiritual plants that can be exchanged for a large number of spirit stones.

This is all Wang Long's source of confidence.

I just don't know if this Heavenly Stone will have any effect on the Celestial Palace.

Ye Niannu happily looked around the healing room.

"First the House of Time, then the Healing Room... My lord, your celestial palace is simply tailor-made for cultivators and warriors."

"If I get injured outside in the future, as long as I rush back to the Celestial Palace and lie on this bed, everything will be fine?"

Her eyes were shining, and she looked at Wang Long with increasing admiration.

"My lord is truly amazing."

Wang Long pulled Ye Niannu to sit on the white jade bed for a moment, feeling the gentle life force.

Ye Niannu leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

He let out a long sigh, his voice tinged with a hint of languor.

"My lord, this bed is so comfortable to lie on, even more comfortable than the sandalwood and jade bed in the Primordial Holy Palace."

"Then come in and lie down for a while when you're tired; it'll help with your mental energy too."

Wang Long looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips.

"But try your best not to get injured. I still hope you won't need it."

Ye Niannu nodded gently in his arms, her voice soft and sweet.

"Yes, I don't want my lord to worry either."

"My lord, you must also be careful not to do anything dangerous."

The two leaned against each other and chatted, like a young couple deeply in love.

When the two emerged from the celestial palace, it was already evening.

Ye Niannu walked to the window, pushed it open, and the evening breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers rushed in, blowing her loose black hair over her shoulders.

She took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at Wang Long with a smile.

"My lord, do you know? I have never felt that the evening breeze in the Primordial Holy Palace smells so good."

Wang Long walked to her side and stood beside her.

His gaze was fixed on the distant, rolling mountains bathed in the golden-red light of the setting sun, and his voice was deep and gentle.

"There will be many more days like this in the future."

Ye Niannu turned her head to look at his profile, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

She reached out and gently took Wang Long's hand, their fingers intertwined.

"Hmm, it's still growing~"

The three days flew by in a flurry of activity and anticipation.

The entire Taichu Holy Palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and the paths were adorned with spiritual flowers, exuding a long-lost festive atmosphere.

From the mountain gate to the main hall, the sacred trees along the way were covered with golden and red silk ribbons.

The petals, formed from spiritual energy, fluttered in the wind and fell onto the bluestone ground, accumulating into a thin layer.

Wang Long and Ye Niannu had a leisurely couple of days, having explored almost the entire Taichu Holy Palace.

The two casually flipped through a few volumes of the ancient books in the library, which were covered in dust.

Ye Niannu enthusiastically introduced the origins of each of the treasures displayed in the Spirit Artifact Pavilion to Wang Long, her face beaming with excitement.

They even swaggered into the area marked "forbidden zone" on the back mountain.

The disciples guarding the gate saw Wang Long from afar and bowed and retreated without saying a word, not even daring to raise their heads.

These were all instructions given by the Taoist Master Xuanzhen.

Wang Long can go wherever he wants; don't let him feel uncomfortable in any way.

They were afraid that Wang Long would change his mind halfway and leave the Taichu Holy Palace with Ye Niannu.

Then they will suffer huge losses!

"My lord, you can now freely enter the forbidden areas of the Primordial Holy Palace. Your status in the Primordial Holy Palace is much higher than mine as a Holy Maiden."

Ye Niannu linked arms with him, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"The Supreme Elders really went to great lengths to keep you here!"

Wang Long squeezed her hand and smiled.

"If you don't want to be this saintess, I can take you away."

Ye Niannu smiled and muttered something under her breath.

"I'm worried about my master. The Primordial Holy Palace is her home; she won't leave."

Wang Long gently stroked her hair and said softly.

"Then stay here and wait for Palace Master Ye to advance to the Heavenly Supreme. At that time, he will have absolute say in the Primordial Holy Palace."

"Um!"

Ye Niannu nodded slightly, feeling both admiration and gratitude towards Wang Long.

Without Wang Long, he would have no choice but to marry Zheng Hao and become a furnace cauldron.

A wasted life.

It's unknown how long it will take for Ye Wushuang to advance to the Heavenly Supreme level.

Everything we have now is thanks to Wang Long.

On the morning of the third day, the entire Taichu Holy Palace was bustling with activity.

In the square in front of the main hall, a brand-new high platform was erected overnight, and large flags bearing the emblem of the Primordial Holy Palace were planted all around the platform.

Hundreds of disciples, dressed in uniform blue Taoist robes, stood on both sides, their expressions solemn and expectant.

Several elders had already taken their seats, and even Xuanzhen Daoist had changed into a brand new black Daoist robe and sat in the head seat, his face glowing.

Xu Ming sat beside him, a teacup beside him, his gaze fixed on the distance, his expression somewhat subtle.

Wang Long was about to be named a holy son, and he felt uneasy about it.

An elder next to him chuckled softly.

"Elder, today's festivities are even more grand than when you were appointed Elder."

Xu Ming's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a soft sigh.

"He certainly deserves it!"