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The other seven elders in the hall all changed their expressions.

Someone instinctively took a half step back, and the teacup in their hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into several pieces.

Liu Yuan's lips trembled twice, and his voice was dry.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

The anger from before vanished instantly.

Ye Niannu then casually straightened her cuffs and nestled in Wang Long's arms.

Her voice was both sweet and charming.

"I am insignificant, I come from the Primordial Holy Palace~"

Liu Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Primordial Holy Palace.

The top forces in the Eastern Region recently announced that their Palace Master, Ye Wushuang, had broken through to the Heavenly Supreme realm.

The Primordial Holy Palace now boasts two Heavenly Sovereigns, making it incredibly powerful throughout the Eastern Region.

And this woman before me is a Supreme Realm expert?!

Liu Yuan wasn't stupid; he could guess Ye Niannu's identity in an instant.

She must be Ye Niannu, the Holy Maiden of the Primordial Holy Palace!

Liu Yuan was utterly horrified!

It's over! It's over!

How come attacking a small country like this has provoked such a powerful figure?

His hands were trembling as he pondered that the man in front of him seemed to be in control.

If Ye Niannu has submitted herself to him, wouldn't her identity be even more terrifying?

Liu Yuan dared not think too deeply about it, only feeling a buzzing in his head.

Will the Ten Thousand Swords Sect be wiped out today?

Wang Long calmly took out a token from his pocket and casually tossed it onto the table in front of Liu Yuan.

It was the order from the City Lord of Tianque City.

The hall fell completely silent.

Even their breathing could be heard clearly.

Liu Yuan looked down at the token, then at the two corpses on the ground, his throat tightening.

He felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe, leaving him completely chilled.

The Holy Maiden of the Primordial Holy Palace, plus the holder of the City Lord's Token of Tianque City.

Such a person, let alone killing two Saint Realm elders, even if you turned his entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect upside down, he would still have to admit defeat.

Liu Yuan closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the anger on his face had turned into a forced, fawning smile.

He bowed to Wang Long, adopting an extremely humble posture.

"So you are fellow Daoists from the Primordial Holy Palace and esteemed officials from the Heavenly Palace. I was blind to your greatness and have offended you. I hope you will forgive me."

He paused, then added cautiously.

"Those two... since they brought this upon themselves and deserved to die, the Myriad Swords Sect naturally has no objections. But... what kind of explanation do you two want?"

Wang Long glanced at him, his tone indifferent.

"I am not the kind of person who indiscriminately kills innocent people. Now that the ringleader has been executed, I will not implicate others, but..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall.

"Since your Ten Thousand Swords Sect dares to send people to interfere in the affairs of my Great Qian Dynasty, you should at least show some sincerity."

Liu Yuan understood. Although his heart was bleeding, he dared not hesitate for a moment and quickly bowed and made a "please" gesture.

"You are absolutely right, sir! I will take you to the treasure vault right away. Feel free to take anything that catches your eye!"

Wang Long nodded without ceremony, took Ye Niannu's hand, and followed behind Liu Yuan toward the Wan Jian Sect's treasury.

The elders around looked at each other, trembling with fear.

The moment the treasure vault doors opened, a burst of inspiration swept over us.

Spirit stones were piled up like mountains, elixirs and spiritual plants were displayed in abundance, and spiritual artifacts, cultivation techniques, and rare treasures were everywhere.

Although it couldn't compare to the foundation of the Primordial Holy Palace, it was still a considerable gain for Wang Long.

Wang Long didn't stand on ceremony. He spread his divine sense and collected the spirit stones into his storage ring, which were as numerous as mountains and seas.

He collected all the elixirs and spiritual plants, and even more spiritual artifacts, which he swept into his pockets in droves.

Ye Niannu then strolled around the treasure vault with great interest, picking out a few pretty little trinkets.

He then casually grabbed a few more high-quality spiritual plants and cheerfully stuffed them into his storage ring.

Liu Yuan stood at the entrance of the treasure vault, watching as Wang Long so casually emptied his family's coffers.

The smile on his face could barely be maintained; his lips twitched several times. Finally, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"Sir... slow down, don't trip..."

By the time Wang Long put the last spiritual artifact he found acceptable into his storage ring, the entire treasure vault was already more than half empty.

He took all the valuables, leaving only some worthless junk.

Not a single spirit stone remained.

He turned around, patted non-existent dust off his hands, and sounded satisfied.

"Alright, I'm not a greedy person. I'll leave the rest to your Myriad Swords Sect as a foundation."

Looking at the remaining inventory of less than 30%, Liu Yuan felt a tightness in his chest, but forced a smile.

"My lord... is benevolent and righteous."

Wang Long nodded, patted Liu Yuan on the shoulder with a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I won't be so patient next time!"

Liu Yuan nodded emphatically and quickly assured him.

"Rest assured, sir, the Myriad Swords Sect will absolutely no longer meddle in the affairs of any nation and will focus solely on cultivation!"

Wang Long didn't linger any longer. Holding Ye Niannu's hand, he swayed and the two transformed into two streaks of light.

It soared into the sky and disappeared into the night.

Liu Yuan stood at the empty entrance of the treasure vault, watching the two receding figures in the distance. He remained silent for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.

"The Myriad Swords Sect... From now on, it should just stay in the Southern Territory and stop provoking those people it can't afford to offend."

Again.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is truly about to disappear completely.

The capital city of the Great Qian Dynasty was brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers.

Everywhere was filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

In the square in front of the palace gate, hundreds of long sandalwood tables were lined up, laden with delicacies, fine wines, and spiritual fruits and foods, their aroma filling half the long street.

Civil and military officials, dressed in various colored court robes, sat in rows according to their ranks, and banners fluttered in the evening breeze.

The rising lights illuminated the entire capital city as if it were daytime.

Tens of thousands of people were granted special permission to watch the ceremony outside the square, forming a dense, bustling crowd.

All eyes turned to the newly erected platform directly in front of them, their faces filled with awe and curiosity.

Murong Yuan sat on the high platform, wearing a brand new black dragon robe today.

The beads on his crown swayed slightly under the light, reflecting his youthful appearance.

Beside him was Murong Hao, and below him were several princes and important officials of the imperial family who had not yet been implicated.

Each held a wine glass, their faces bearing smiles that were either sincere or polite.

"Come! My beloved ministers, today, I will drink this cup to the brim!"

Murong Yuan stood up, holding the cup in both hands, his gaze sweeping over the assembled civil and military officials below, his voice booming.

"It is for my Great Qian Dynasty, and for those who will protect this empire for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone stood up in unison.

They all turned toward the gray figure standing on the side of the high platform, sipping wine.

Wang Long stood in the middle of the seating area, with Ye Niannu and Xu Wanyun beside him. Qin Jiaojiao had somehow slipped to Luo Hanyi's side and was clinging to her mother's arm, whispering something.

He noticed the sudden gazes directed at him and looked up.

Meeting Murong Yuan's excited gaze, he reluctantly put down his wine cup.

After he and Ye Niannu returned, they planned to rest well and not attend such large banquets.

Murong Yuan insisted that Wang Long and Ye Niannu were the main characters of the celebration, so he had no choice but to attend.

Feeling the admiration and gratitude in the eyes of everyone around me.

Wang Long felt a little pleased.

When he first transmigrated, he dreamed every day about reaching this point.

Today, he really did it!