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

"This map was drawn based on the territory of the Great Qian Dynasty hundreds of years ago. Over the years, the mountains and rivers have changed a lot, and many place names have also changed."

"I sent people to compare the map and found that the location marked on the map is roughly in a mountainous area at the border between the northern and southern borders of the Great Qian Dynasty. That area is now sparsely populated and mostly desolate mountains and wilderness."

Murong Yuan raised his finger and pointed to a spot in the center of the map circled in cinnabar.

"This is it."

Wang Long leaned closer to take a look, his gaze landing on the ring of cinnabar.

The location was not marked with any place name, only the ancient-style character "藏" (Cang), with vigorous strokes and an indescribable charm.

Ye Niannu also came closer, her chin almost resting on his shoulder. She looked at him intently for a moment, then suddenly spoke softly.

"This character... I feel like I've seen something similar before."

Wang Long turned his head to look at her.

Ye Niannu tilted her head, as if she were reminiscing.

"In the library of the Primordial Holy Palace, there is a fragment of a scroll that records some ancient runes and characters from ancient times."

"One of the characters looks very similar to the character '藏' (cang), and it is also marked with the characters '仙门' (xianmen) next to it."

As she spoke, she looked up at Wang Long.

"My lord, if this map and that tattered scroll are from the same source, then this place probably does have some history."

Wang Long's gaze lingered on the map for a long time before he finally straightened up, gently rolled up the silk scroll, tucked it into his sleeve, looked at Murong Yuan, and said solemnly.

"Your Majesty, I will accept this map for now."

"If we can find that immortal treasure, it will be of immeasurable benefit to the Great Qian Dynasty, to me, and to all of us."

"If it's just a legend, that's fine too. At least I'll go and investigate, so I'll have some idea of ​​what's going on."

Murong Yuan nodded, smiling as he nodded.

That's what he meant too.

Nowadays, only Wang Long and Ye Niannu are qualified to see this so-called immortal treasure.

"I knew you'd be interested. You can keep it."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Wang Long smiled and waved his hand, perhaps this was the opportunity for him to break through to the Supreme Realm.

"We're family, no need to be so polite."

Murong Yuan smiled and waved his hand, then picked up his wine cup again and raised it to everyone.

"Alright, alright, that's enough about the important stuff, everyone, let's continue drinking!"

The atmosphere warmed up again.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Qin Minglan moved closer to Wang Long and asked in a low voice.

"Old man, could there be some good stuff in that immortal treasure trove? Like an elixir that can grant immortality?"

"If it really exists, I'll save it for you first."

Wang Long smiled and pinched Qin Minglan's cheek.

"Hehe, I knew you'd be the best to me!"

Qin Minglan leaned back in her chair, satisfied, and took a sip of wine.

Ye Niannu rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on a corner of a silk scroll peeking out from Wang Long's sleeve, lost in thought.

Immortal Treasure...

If he can truly find it, then perhaps the young man's path can go even further.

Why did no immortal sects intervene during the tens of thousands of years of alien invasions?

A gentle night breeze drifted through the warm pavilion, lifting a corner of the gauze curtain to reveal a glimpse of the moonlit courtyard.

After arranging things at home in a few days, I will personally go to that mountainous area.

If one truly has a predestined connection with the immortals, then that would be an immense blessing.

If it's just an empty hole, that's fine too. At least he's seen it, and that puts his mind at ease.

Three days later, before dawn, several lamps were already lit in the backyard of the Prince's mansion.

Wang Long stood in front of the stone steps. Ye Niannu, dressed in a light blue dress with her black hair tied into a neat ponytail, was bending down and whispering something to Xiao Qiu, who was squatting at her feet.

Little Chirp tilted its head, blinked its pair of black grape-like eyes, and made a series of soft "chirp chirp" sounds, as if it was carefully remembering every word of her instructions.

Qin Jiaojiao was the first to run out.

She carried a small bundle filled with the dry food and osmanthus cakes she had prepared overnight, shoved it into Wang Long's arms, and tilted her little face up, her almond-shaped eyes full of seriousness.

"Dad, eat these on the way. If you get hungry, just take a bite. Don't go hungry."

Wang Long took the bundle, which still smelled of osmanthus, and bent down to pinch her little face.

"Father remembers, you must listen to your mother and master at home."

Although Wang Long can cook, this is his daughter's thoughtful gift.

Qin Jiaojiao nodded vigorously, then turned to look at Ye Niannu and added crisply.

"Sister Niannu, you must take good care of yourself. Jiaojiao is waiting for you to come back and play with me."

Luo Hanyi stood under the eaves, the morning light outlining her slender figure. She gently protected her lower abdomen with her hand, her expression calm, but her gaze remained fixed on Wang Long.

She didn't say much, but as he passed by, she reached out and straightened his clothes.

Go early and come back early.

She has lost her former coldness and now appears as a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Xu Wanyun handed a thin booklet to Wang Long, on which were neatly copied notes about ancient ley lines and ancient runes in small regular script.

"Uncle Long, if we find any traces that resonate with the literary spirit, they might come in handy."

Qin Minglan leaned against the courtyard gate, arms crossed, a smile on her lips, but worry lurking in her eyes.

"Old man, don't try to show off outside. If you can't win, just run away. There's nothing shameful about it."

Murong Qing stood beside her, her small face full of nervousness, but she still managed to force a smile and waved to Wang Long.

"My lord, we're waiting for you to come back!"

Wang Long carefully wrote down every word and nodded with a smile.

Little Chirp transformed into a nine-sky black bird, its wings spreading to create a warm whirlwind that rustled the leaves of the trees in the courtyard.

The two leaped onto the bird's back, and Little Chirp flapped its wings, its golden form soaring into the sky.

It quickly transformed into a golden dot of light on the horizon and disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

The location marked by the Immortal's Treasury is in a mountainous area at the border between the northern and southern borders of the Great Qian Dynasty.

That area was called "Cangwu Ridge". The terrain was precipitous, with continuous barren mountains undulating like the spine of a giant beast. The vegetation was sparse, and the exposed rock walls were covered with dark gray moss.

Because it is thousands of miles from the nearest town, it is a remote and sparsely populated area, rarely visited even by hunters.

The little chick circled several times in the low sky, its sharp golden vertical pupils scanning every ridge and ravine below.

Wang Long and Ye Niannu split up to search, with Wang Long following the ley lines on the map all the way until dusk.

Ye Niannu, relying on the "Ancient Earth Qi Sensing Method" recorded in the ancient books of the Primordial Holy Palace, carefully investigated several places that were suspected of gathering wind and qi.

However, after three whole days, the two searched every corner within dozens of miles of Cangwu Ridge, but found nothing.

On the evening of the fourth day, the two sat on a mountain ridge, with the silk book they had read countless times spread out in front of them. The twilight dyed the mountains in varying shades of gray.

Ye Niannu sighed and rested her head on Wang Long's shoulder.

"My lord, do you think it's possible that the immortal treasure never existed at all, and that the founding emperor simply believed a legend?"

Wang Long gazed into the distance and remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"Maybe so, but since we're here, we should see it through to the end. Let's search for another day, and if we still don't find it, we'll go back."

Ye Niannu gave a soft "hmm" and did not object.

Immortal Fate, as the name suggests.

Only those with the right affinity can touch it; it cannot be forced.

Some people pursue something their whole lives and never get it, while others can find it easily, and it's everywhere.

These are the people with great fortune, the darlings of Heaven!