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

Without hesitation, Ta Xue swallowed it whole. After chewing twice, its entire body suddenly stiffened, and then a warm light emanated from its body.

It let out a low hiss, its limbs tensed, and the speed at which spiritual energy circulated within its body suddenly increased, causing the surrounding airflow to distort slightly.

Luo Hanyi and Murong Qing were both stunned for a moment, and even Wang Long was somewhat surprised.

A moment later, the aura of snow-covered creature suddenly intensified, and its mane became even shinier.

It looked several times more energetic overall. It tilted its head and rubbed its head against Wang Long's palm, as if to say thank you.

"Eighth rank!"

Wang Long smiled and reached out to rub its ears again.

He remembered clearly that Ta Xue was originally only a fourth-grade spirit beast, but unexpectedly, the spiritual power of a single spirit fruit directly raised it to the eighth grade.

He touched Taxue's neck again.

"I'll find you some better ones later, so take good care of them for me."

Ta Xue let out a low hiss, as if it understood, flicked its tail, and rubbed against Luo Hanyi's hand.

I enjoyed walking in the snow again.

Wang Long then led the two women forward, through the main hall, and arrived at the door of the healing room.

The stone door slid open silently, and a warm white light surged out, filling the air with a rich vitality.

Qin Minglan was sitting on the white jade bed, holding a bowl of spiritual porridge in her hands.

He was drinking it sip by sip, and his complexion was much better than yesterday. Although he was still a little pale, his spirits had clearly recovered.

These were all prepared for her by Xiaoxian'er.

Qin Minglan heard the sound of the stone door opening, looked up and saw Wang Long and the other two enter.

She was slightly taken aback at first, and then her eyes instantly reddened.

She put down the porridge bowl in a hurry, almost knocking it over, but didn't bother to help it up.

He only managed to shout one sentence, his voice tinged with the sobs of someone who had just survived a disaster.

"Sister-in-law... Qing'er... you old geezer!"

As she spoke, she struggled to get off the bed, staggered a few steps, and fell into Wang Long's arms.

She gripped his clothes tightly with both hands, her whole body trembling slightly, her voice muffled against his chest.

"I thought I'd never see you again... I thought I wouldn't make it... I was so scared... so scared..."

Wang Long gently put his arm around her and patted her back repeatedly.

"Don't be afraid anymore, everything is fine now. You did a great job bringing the message back. You've done a great job."

Luo Hanyi stepped forward, reached out and grasped Qin Minglan's still slightly trembling wrist, her voice gentle.

He said, his voice filled with worry.

"Minglan, you've suffered so much."

Murong Qing also came closer, her eyes also a little red.

"Sister Minglan, I'm so glad you're alright. You have no idea how worried we were about you..."

Qin Minglan lifted her head from Wang Long's embrace, her face streaked with tears, but she still managed a smile.

Although her crying and laughing appearance was a bit disheveled, it was also exceptionally cute.

"I'm okay, I'm really okay."

As she spoke, she suddenly noticed her surroundings and blinked her red eyes.

Turning around and looking around the healing room bathed in warm light, the expression on his face instantly changed from moved to astonished.

It's only now that I've realized it.

"Wait, where is this place? Aren't we in the Prince's Palace?"

Wang Long sat down to the side with a smile.

"This is one of my magical artifacts, a portable grotto-heaven."

Qin Minglan opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

I was also shocked.

Murong Qing covered her mouth and laughed.

"Sister Minglan, I had the same expression on my face when I first found out."

Qin Minglan was stunned for a long time, then suddenly turned her head to look at Wang Long, raising her voice several decibels.

"Old man, what level have you reached now?!"

She realized she couldn't see Wang Long at all.

Wang Long smiled and told the truth.

"Just a sacred place~"

Qin Minglan remained silent for a long time, then blinked hard to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

She let out a long breath, leaned back on the stone bed, and spoke with a hint of unreality, as if in a dream.

"Sacred Realm... Emperor-level Spiritual Artifact... Why do I feel like I woke up from a dream and you're no longer in the same world as me?"

"What do you mean, 'we're not in the same world'?"

Luo Hanyi spoke softly, her voice gentle.

"You are still you, and he is still him; we will always be family!"

"Yes, we're family!"

Wang Long gently patted Qin Minglan's head.

"Don't overthink it, you'll always be my women!"

"That will not change."

As Wang Long spoke, he took out another jade bottle from his storage ring and handed it to Qin Minglan, his voice gentle.

"Here, eat it. It will help stabilize your injuries and also raise your cultivation level."

Qin Minglan looked down at the jade bottle, then looked up at him, without asking any further questions.

He took it directly, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.

The moment the medicine took effect in her body, a warm current quickly flowed through her limbs and bones.

It cleansed away all the hidden injuries and residual poison in her body.

"Ah, old man, I feel full of power!"

Qin Minglan looked at Wang Long with excitement.

"Don't rush, stay calm!"

Wang Long kept a close eye on the spiritual energy fluctuations around Qin Minglan.

Her aura began to rise slowly, from the original sixth rank all the way up, breaking through the shackles of the seventh rank, the eighth rank, and the ninth rank.

It slowly stopped before the threshold of the ninth-grade peak.

Qin Minglan looked down at her palm, where spiritual energy flowed smoothly and abundantly. She suddenly raised her head.

He looked at Wang Long, his voice filled with surprise and shock.

"Old man, what rank am I now?"

"Peak of the Ninth Rank"

Wang Long nodded with a smile.

"After a few more days of consolidation, I will help you break through to the Grandmaster realm."

Wang Long's words were so casual that Qin Minglan was stunned.

When did Grandmasters become so worthless?

Qin Minglan was as happy as a little girl who had received candy, and she rushed into Wang Long's arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, practically hanging on him.

"Old man! You're so kind!"

As she spoke, she gave Wang Long a big kiss on the cheek.

Qin Minglan blushed slightly for a moment, then leaned close to Wang Long's ear, her voice low and sly.

"Old man, it's been so long, I'm starting to miss it. Shall we do it here?"

Wang Long was taken aback upon hearing this, and had not yet had a chance to speak.

Then they saw that Luo Hanyi and Murong Qing had quietly retreated to the door of the healing room.

Luo Hanyi's expression remained unchanged, though her ears turned slightly red. Holding Murong Qing's hand, she walked out without looking back.

"Qing'er and I are going outside to see the snow."

Murong Qing was pulled along by her, and turned back to wink at Wang Long.

He made a face at Qin Minglan again, then obediently followed her out.

The stone door slowly closed behind the two of them, making a soft sound.

Only Wang Long and Qin Minglan remained in the healing room.

The warm white light enveloped the entire room in a gentle halo, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of medicinal herbs.

Qin Minglan stepped back slightly from Wang Long's embrace, knelt down in front of him, and looked up at him.

Those eyes sparkled, carrying a hint of pride and anticipation.

"Old man, what are you staring at?"

She reached out and tugged at Wang Long's sleeve, her voice softening slightly.

"I've practiced for so long, you can't be rude to me."