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

The moment Wang Long received the Holy Son Token, the atmosphere in the entire square reached its peak.

"Your Highness, Holy Son! Your Highness, Holy Son!"

Tens of thousands of disciples shouted in unison, their voices like a tidal wave.

One wave rises higher than the next, surging endlessly.

"Heavens! The Palace Master himself said that the Holy Son's provisions are equal to those of the Supreme Elder!"

"That's the treatment reserved for a Supreme Elder! In the eight thousand years since the founding of the Primordial Holy Palace, it has never received such an honor!"

"That's wonderful! From now on, our Primordial Holy Palace has a Holy Son! This year's selection competition is settled!"

The disciples were all discussing it amongst themselves.

Countless gazes fell upon Wang Long.

There is worship and reverence.

Wang Long stood on the high platform, facing the overwhelming gazes and cheers, his expression calm.

Ye Wushuang watched this scene, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her cool eyes, and spoke softly.

The official title has been bestowed.

"From this day forward, Wang Long shall be the Holy Son of my Primordial Holy Palace. All disciples shall respect the Holy Son."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

As soon as he finished speaking, tens of thousands of disciples bowed in unison, their voices ringing out in perfect unison and echoing through the sky.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Holy Son!"

The roar was deafening, making the flags on the high platform flutter wildly.

Just then, a figure in light blue soared into the sky from the crowd, like a graceful butterfly, and landed steadily beside Wang Long.

Ye Niannu grabbed Wang Long's arm and leaned against him, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"My lord! From this day forward, you are the Holy Son of the Primordial Holy Palace! From now on, we are rightfully a Daoist couple!"

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and kissed Wang Long on the cheek, completely ignoring the tens of thousands of eyes watching from below the stage.

A burst of good-natured laughter and cheers immediately erupted from the audience.

"The Holy Maiden is so unrestrained!"

"Hahaha, His Highness is blushing!"

"That's true character! The Holy Maiden is mighty!"

Ye Niannu paid no attention to the commotion and instead hugged Wang Long's arm even tighter.

Wang Long was both amused and exasperated by her girlish mannerisms, and gently pinched her cheek.

"Niannu, in front of everyone, you should at least tone it down a bit."

"No! I'm happy!"

Ye Niannu shook his arm coquettishly, her voice soft and sweet.

It's really unbearable.

"I've waited so long for this day! Today I'm going to let everyone know that you're my man!"

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the other cheek.

This made the commotion from the audience even louder, and even some of the elders couldn't help but laugh.

The Taoist Master Xuanzhen stroked his beard, watching this scene with a smile, his eyes full of satisfaction.

Ye Wushuang stood beside the two of them, and a faint smile appeared on her lips as she looked at Ye Niannu, who seemed to want to cling to Wang Long.

May my apprentice always be happy...

She raised her hand and gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"The naming ceremony has now concluded."

"Please proceed to the main hall, everyone. A banquet is being held today to celebrate this grand occasion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another round of cheers erupted in the square.

The crowd surged toward the main hall in an orderly fashion, their faces beaming with joy.

The main hall has already been completely renovated.

The mess left by the fight three days ago has already been cleaned up.

The bluestone floor was as smooth as a mirror, and the runes on the walls were repainted with gold powder, gleaming with a warm luster under the candlelight.

Dozens of sandalwood wooden tables were arranged in a row, and the tables were filled with spiritual fruits, spiritual wines, and delicacies.

The disciples took their seats in order, while the elders sat in the front row, creating a harmonious and warm atmosphere.

Master Xuanzhen, holding a wine cup, walked up to Wang Long with a smile and raised his cup.

"Holy Son, I toast you!"

"I apologize for any offense I may have caused you the past few days; I hope Your Majesty will not take it to heart!"

He spoke frankly, without any airs of a supreme elder, and with a hint of sincere apology.

Those in higher positions had to consider the bigger picture, and arranging a marriage for Ye Niannu was a reluctant move.

Now that Wang Long has become the Holy Son of the Primordial Holy Palace, he can bring even greater benefits.

As the saying goes, you can't hit someone who's smiling.

Wang Long also raised his glass, clinked it with his, and laughed.

"You're too kind, Elder. I was also at fault that day, and I hope you will forgive me."

"Haha! Good, good, good!"

Upon hearing this, Xuanzhen Daoist was in high spirits, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out with a smile.

"Your Excellency is truly magnanimous, I admire you! In the future, if you need anything in the Primordial Holy Palace, please don't hesitate to ask!"

"All resources will be tilted towards the Holy Son and Holy Daughter!"

The two drank it all in one gulp, then looked at each other and smiled.

Xu Ming hesitated for a moment, then walked over with his wine glass in hand.

He stood in front of Wang Long, opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Finally, he spoke up.

His voice sounded somewhat awkward.

"My Holy Son, my attitude was indeed poor a few days ago. I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to you."

Wang Long looked at him but did not answer immediately.

Xu Ming felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and added another sentence.

"I am not the kind of person who holds grudges. If the Holy Son ever needs my help in the future, I will certainly not refuse."

Wang Long then picked up his wine glass and said calmly.

"Elder, you flatter me. Let's not dwell on the past."

The two clinked glasses and drank their drinks, thus burying the hatchet over a cup of wine.

Xu Ming put down his wine glass and let out a long sigh of relief.

I felt as if a weight had finally been lifted from my heart, and a genuine sense of relief appeared on my face.

Ye Niannu leaned closer and whispered in Wang Long's ear.

"Young master, although the Grand Elder is a bit snobbish, he keeps his word. He won't cause you any trouble in the sect anymore."

Her words were very clear, and Xu Ming heard them perfectly, causing his face to flush red.

He froze on the spot for a moment, then coughed twice, sounding a little awkward.

He made up an excuse and turned to leave.

Wang Long nodded and said nothing more.

After a few rounds of drinks, Ye Wushuang walked up to Wang Long with his wine cup in hand.

Having just broken through to the Heavenly Supreme Realm, her aura was even more aloof and otherworldly than ever before.

But at this moment, his gaze carried a rare gentleness.

"Wang Long, I also salute you!"

Wang Long quickly stood up and picked up his wine glass.

"You're too kind, Palace Master Ye."

Ye Wushuang glanced at him, then at Ye Niannu beside him, who was smiling with her eyes crinkled. Her voice was clear and solemn.

"Niannu grew up with me since she was a child. She is simple-minded and once she makes up her mind, she will not turn back."

"Since she loves you, I hope you will treat her well and not hurt her."

"I saw that she entrusted herself to you, so don't let her suffer any injustice."

Upon hearing this, Ye Niannu's eyes reddened slightly, and she leaned into Ye Wushuang's arms.

"Master..."

Ye Wushuang raised his hand and gently patted her back, his movements tender.

Wang Long solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice steady and calm.

"Palace Master Ye, rest assured, I will never fail Niannu in this lifetime."

Ye Wushuang looked at him, nodded slightly, and drank the wine in her cup in one gulp.

She was a little confused, not knowing why.

Now, seeing Wang Long evokes a strange sense of joy.

Ye Wushuang smiled inwardly, trying to calm herself down.

She didn't understand love, nor did she know that she had developed feelings for Wang Long.

I only felt that I was doing this out of gratitude towards Wang Long.