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

"Hahaha~"

For so many years, the entire Taichu Holy Palace has been carried by Xuanzhen Daoist alone. Now, finally, someone can help share the burden!

Several elders also gathered around, and Xu Ming even showed a rare genuine smile, bowing to Ye Wushuang.

"Congratulations, Palace Master! Congratulations! Your breakthrough is a great fortune for our Primordial Holy Palace!"

The other elders also offered their congratulations, and the disciples all knelt down, their shouts echoing through the heavens.

"Congratulations to the Palace Master on breaking through to the Heavenly Supreme Realm!"

Ye Wushuang nodded slightly, her expression as calm and composed as she nodded to each of them, her tone indifferent.

"There's no need for such formalities. I've only taken a small step. In the future, I'll need everyone to work together to make our Primordial Holy Palace even more glorious."

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in enthusiastic agreement once again.

Ye Niannu took Wang Long's arm and walked over quickly, hugging Ye Wushuang tightly in a soft, sweet voice.

"Master! Congratulations! You've finally broken through!"

Ye Wushuang was slightly swayed by her pounce, raised her hand to support her shoulder, and a very faint smile appeared on her lips.

"You silly girl, you're already at the Supreme Realm, and you're still so reckless."

Ye Niannu released her with a grin and turned to wave at Wang Long.

"My lord, come quickly!"

Wang Long smiled and stepped forward, bowing respectfully to Ye Wushuang with clasped hands, his voice solemn.

"Palace Master Ye, congratulations on entering the Heavenly Supreme Realm."

Ye Wushuang's gaze fell on his face, and the cold and aloof expression on his face suddenly faded a bit.

Instead of simply nodding to the others, she took a small step back and, to everyone's surprise, bowed deeply to Wang Long.

He bowed deeply.

Ye Wushuang was a proud person who never bowed to anyone.

Even if it means death!

"Wang Long".

Her voice was a few decibels lower than before, clear and solemn.

"Without the pills you gave me, I don't know how many more years I would have been stuck at the peak of the Supreme Realm. This gift is something I should give."

Thank you!

Ye Wushuang usually spoke very little, but she talked a lot to Wang Long.

The scene fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Wang Long.

The Palace Master broke through to the Heavenly Supreme Realm because Wang Long gave him a pill?!

Xuanzhen Daoist was the first to react, turning his head sharply to look at Wang Long, his mouth slightly open.

He recalled how Wang Long had trampled him underfoot just three days ago, and the resentment he felt vanished instantly, leaving only a heart full of relief and emotion.

If I had been more shameless and forceful back then, I would have missed out on this good fortune from the Primordial Holy Palace.

Xu Ming was stunned for a while, then took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and sighed inwardly.

He suddenly realized how ridiculous his past insistence and calculations had been.

If I had treated Wang Long with courtesy from the beginning, would I have been able to get a share of the pie?

The thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

Since things have come to this point, thinking about these things will only add to the trouble.

Now that the Primordial Holy Palace has two Heavenly Sovereigns in charge, he no longer needs to worry about anything.

Just focus on managing the sect well.

The other elders had varying expressions; some were shocked, some were envious, some were secretly relieved, and some were filled with regret.

Ye Niannu stood aside, watching her master perform this grand salute to Wang Long in public, her eyes crinkling with joy.

She knew that the man she set her sights on would never disappoint.

Wang Long was caught off guard by Ye Wushuang's bow and quickly reached out to help her up.

"Palace Master Ye, you flatter me. It's just a pill; there's no need to take it to heart."

"Didn't I say we're family?"

Ye Wushuang was taken aback upon hearing this, and then her ears were soothed.

He immediately straightened up, his gaze falling on Wang Long's face. He paused for a moment, and his voice softened.

"What is a small favor to you is a life-saving grace to me."

She didn't say anything more, but simply looked away and turned to face the crowd.

He regained his aloof and dignified demeanor.

"Today is the day of the Holy Son's naming ceremony. It cannot be delayed because of my affairs. Everyone, prepare to begin!"

The disciples then came to their senses and quickly lined up again, restoring the orderly, festive, and solemn atmosphere of the square.

On the high platform, the Taoist Master Xuanzhen personally served as the master of ceremonies.

He cleared his throat, and his voice, amplified by spiritual energy, resonated clearly throughout the entire Primordial Holy Palace.

"The auspicious hour has arrived; the ceremony for bestowing the name of the Holy Son shall officially begin!"

"My lord, go then."

Ye Niannu giggled and nudged Wang Long.

Wang Long was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening.

The entire Taichu Holy Palace has been busy for the past three days.

Love is for oneself.

The scale was so large that it touched him slightly.

He smiled and nodded at Ye Niannu.

Ye Niannu responded with a smile, while Ye Wushuang stood on the high platform looking at Wang Long, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

A strange feeling arose in her heart, and she didn't know what was wrong with her.

The music of the zither filled the air, and the flowers of the spirits bloomed everywhere.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Wang Long walked step by step up the high platform and stood in front of Ye Wushuang.

"Wang Long".

Ye Wushuang's voice was clear and solemn.

"From this day forward, you shall be the Holy Son of my Primordial Holy Palace, and be bound to the Holy Maiden Ye Niannu as Daoist partners, cultivating together, protecting our sect, and upholding our Daoist tradition. Are you willing?"

Wang Long looked into her clear, cold eyes and solemnly clasped his hands in greeting.

"This disciple is willing!"

Ye Wushuang nodded slightly, took the jade-like Holy Son Token from the attendant, and presented it to Wang Long with both hands.

Wang Long took the token; it felt warm and smooth to the touch, as if it still carried a trace of the coolness of Ye Wushuang's fingertips.

Below the stage, Ye Niannu looked up at the gray figure on the high platform, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

From this day forward, no one in the Primordial Holy Palace will dare to underestimate Wang Long.

Everyone knows that he is not only unfathomable himself.

Furthermore, with just one elixir, the foundation of the Primordial Holy Palace was elevated to a whole new level.

As they turned around, both Xuanzhen Daoist and Xu Ming sighed inwardly.

If we had befriended this person earlier, the Primordial Holy Palace might have been even more glorious than it is today.

Perhaps they could also obtain a pill from Wang Long that would allow them to advance in their cultivation level.

They knew very well that Wang Long was only willing to stay in the Taichu Holy Palace because of Ye Niannu and Ye Wushuang.

Having become the Holy Son of the Primordial Holy Palace, they'd better serve him well.

We can't afford to offend them any further!

On the high platform, Wang Long solemnly put the Holy Son Token into his pocket.

"Thank you, Palace Master!"

Wang Long bowed to Ye Wushuang.

"No need to be so polite~"

Ye Wushuang smiled faintly.

"Although you are a Holy Son, your sect's provisions are the same as those of a Supreme Elder, so you don't need to bow to me anymore."

This statement came out.

The tens of thousands of disciples in the square erupted in uproar upon hearing this.