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

Qin Jiaojiao blinked, as if she had expected her to ask this question.

Without hesitation, she nodded, her voice clear and composed.

"Yes! Master likes Dad too, they're together now! We're all family from now on!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Hanyi remained silent for a moment.

She looked into Qin Jiaojiao's eyes, which were filled with joy, and at the unreserved smile on her face.

The complex emotions in my heart suddenly faded away.

She sighed softly, reached out to tidy up Qin Jiaojiao's wind-blown hair, and her voice carried a hint of relieved laughter.

"Your master... is a good person. It's good that we can become family."

After she finished speaking, her gaze returned to Wang Long's figure outside the city gate. Watching his composed figure amidst the golden sword light, a faint yet genuine smile appeared on her lips.

Wang Long, you've gone so far...

I will try my best to catch up with you. No matter how high your level is, you will always be my man.

Just then, as the ten grandmasters were pinned to the ground and unable to move by the pressure released by Xiao Qiu, the battle between Wang Long and Liu Wuhen in the sky also came to a conclusion.

Liu Wuhen was forced to retreat step by step by the nine golden sword lights, and several cracks appeared on the black longsword in his hand.

His hand was shattered, and blood dripped down the hilt of the sword, leaving him in a very sorry state.

He gritted his teeth and swung his sword to force Wang Long back. Just as he was about to retreat, a golden figure had blocked his way.

The nine Heavenly Gang Swords had already locked down all his escape routes, their tips all pointing at him.

Immediately afterwards, a golden sword light descended from the sky, precisely striking the void in front of him.

Liu Wuhen let out a muffled groan, and his entire body fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

It crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of gravel and dust.

He fell among the grandmasters, his robes torn, his hair disheveled, and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He was completely disheveled, a far cry from his previous air of otherworldly elegance. He tried to get up, supporting himself on the ground.

His arms were shaking so badly that he fell back down several times.

Wang Long descended slowly from the sky, his robes fluttering slightly, his expression calm.

The nine Heavenly Gang Swords behind him transformed into nine golden streaks of light, which were then stored in their sword cases, producing a clear, metallic sound.

As soon as he landed, a light blue figure gracefully descended from his side.

Ye Niannu took Wang Long's arm and nestled beside him, her eyes crinkling with laughter and her voice soft and sweet.

"My lord, you attacked too quickly! I didn't even have time to react!"

As she spoke, her gaze casually swept over the disheveled Grandmasters and Liu Wuhen on the ground, her peach blossom eyes filled with curiosity and mischief.

Liu Wuhen supported himself on the ground, raised his head, and met Ye Niannu's smiling peach blossom eyes.

His whole body stiffened abruptly, his pupils contracted to their maximum size, and his blood seemed to turn cold in that instant.

Supreme Realm...

Another Supreme Realm!

Moreover, it was a Supreme Realm being whose aura was even more restrained and profound than that of the golden spirit beast from before!

He opened his mouth, but only a dry, gurgling sound came from his throat; he couldn't utter a single word.

The ten grandmasters collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen, their eyes filled with despair.

Some people simply closed their eyes, as if giving up all struggle.

Someone's lips moved, uttering soft murmurs.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Ye Niannu smiled and leaned closer, tilting her head back to look at Wang Long, her voice extremely charming.

"My lord, what do you intend to do with these people?"

Murong Yuan and Murong Hao's gazes fell on Ye Niannu almost simultaneously.

Murong Hao was stunned at first, then his eyes widened and he froze on the spot.

He opened his mouth, his voice trembling with disbelief and excitement.

"Offering...Offering to Your Excellency?! Is that you?!"

Murong Yuan recognized him too.

Back in the Great Qian Imperial Palace, Ye Niannu single-handedly suppressed the rampage of spirit beasts. That aura of being above all living beings was something he would never forget.

But at this moment, the aura emanating from Ye Niannu was hundreds or thousands of times stronger than it had been back then.

That unfathomable depth and profoundness is clearly the legendary Supreme Realm!

"My lord, you...you've also broken through to the Supreme Realm?!"

Murong Yuan's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were slightly red.

At a time of national crisis, not only did Wang Long return, but the mysterious Grand Master also descended with such overwhelming power.

Heaven will not forsake the Great Qian Dynasty!

Upon hearing this, Ye Niannu released Wang Long's arm and turned to smile sweetly at Murong Yuan.

She nodded slightly, her posture composed yet not arrogant.

"Your Majesty need not be so polite. When the Great Qian Dynasty is in trouble, I will naturally not stand idly by."

On the city wall, tens of thousands of soldiers were initially deathly silent, then erupted into a deafening cheer.

The cheers were like a tsunami, wave after wave, resounding through the sky.

"Long live the Prince! Long live the Attendant!"

Long live the Great Qianlong Emperor!

Countless soldiers knelt on the ground, tears welling in their eyes; some were even so moved that they trembled and wept uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, the Grandmasters of the Great Zhao lay prostrate on the ground, their faces ashen, their bodies trembling like leaves.

Supreme Realm... a Supreme Realm worshipper.

Add to that the Supreme Realm spirit beast, and that unfathomable Saint Realm elder... and the tiny land of Daqian.

How could it possess such terrifying power?!

Liu Wuhen's meridians were casually sealed by Wang Long, and he was forced to kneel on the ground, blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his head, his gaze lingered on Ye Niannu for a moment, then shifted to Wang Long, his eyes surging with fear and resentment.

He suddenly shouted in a hoarse voice.

"You cannot kill me! I am an elder of the Myriad Swords Sect! My sect also has a Supreme Realm expert within its ranks! If you kill me, the Myriad Swords Sect will not let this go!"

His voice was sharp and urgent, filled with the hysteria of a dying struggle.

"No matter how strong your Great Qian Dynasty is, it's still just a small country! Offending a sect with a Supreme Realm expert will do you no good!"

"Release me, and this matter will be over. I guarantee the Myriad Swords Sect will never interfere in the affairs of the Great Qian again!"

Wang Long did not answer immediately, but turned his head to look at Ye Niannu, speaking casually.

"Niannu, have you heard of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

Ye Niannu tilted her head, thought about it seriously, then shook her head, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"I haven't heard of it. As a Holy Maiden, I've always cultivated in the Primordial Holy Palace, so I'm not really familiar with those small sects in the Eastern Region."

Liu Wuhen's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his face turned from deathly pale to ashen.

The Primordial Holy Palace... Holy Maiden... Supreme Realm... He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his voice hoarse and mad.

"The Holy Maiden of the Primordial Holy Palace... actually meddling in the affairs of a tiny country?! Have the people of the Primordial Holy Palace gone mad?!"