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

"You...how is this possible?!"

Luo Hanyi shuddered. She had personally drained the old servant's yang energy; even a robust middle-aged man would be weakened for three days afterward. He…

Wang Long sat up and exhaled a long breath.

He sensed the Zhuxian Sword embryo in his mind. Although he couldn't take it out, he had a faint feeling of being connected to it, with a sharp sword aura being nurtured within it.

As for the Tai Xu Po Wang Sword Technique, every move was clearly imprinted in my mind.

Wang Long raised his head and looked at Luo Hanyi.

Luo Hanyi also stared intently at him, secretly gathering her true energy.

She thought of the humiliation and the way this man had just ravaged her...

Thinking about my own wavering...

Luo Hanyi raised her jade-like hand, about to strike down with her palm!

But the moment she began to circulate her inner energy, she froze, her jade-like hand hanging in mid-air, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

In just one night of dual cultivation, the shackles that had remained unbroken for ten years were broken.

Luo Hanyi bit her lip, her eyes cold yet carrying a deep, indescribable meaning.

She thought of the Marquis's family's predicament, and of her daughter studying away from home...

The pack of wolves and tigers repeatedly probed the enemy's defenses; those forces had many martial arts experts of the sixth or even seventh rank among their followers.

[Martial Arts Realms: Rank 1 to Rank 9, with Grandmaster being above Rank 9. (There are only about five Grandmasters in the entire Qian Dynasty.)]

It is rumored that the royal family's chief priest was a grandmaster.

Luo Hanyi, a widow at the early stage of the sixth rank, was unable to protect this vast marquis's mansion.

She needs more power.

And this dirty old servant... might just be the key to our destiny.

If they could break through to the seventh rank, the Marquis's position would be more secure, and their daughter's future would be more guaranteed.

Luo Hanyi's eyes flickered, and she slowly lowered her hand.

She stood by the bed, looking down at Wang Long. The murderous intent in her eyes had dissipated, replaced by a calm scrutiny.

Back when her deceased husband was still alive, the couple relied on dual cultivation techniques to break through to the fifth rank in just a few years.

However, this technique has a fatal flaw.

It requires both men and women to cultivate simultaneously, to be of one mind, and to achieve harmony of yin and yang.

If one party dies, the other party's cultivation will at best stagnate, and at worst—

Backlash from the cultivation technique!

Over the past decade, she has suffered the consequences of her actions.

Each attack felt like being burned alive, causing unbearable pain.

That lowly, filthy old servant not only soothed her backlash but also filled the void of her past ten years.

snort!

It must be because he has accumulated it for 68 years. Otherwise, how could he have such terrifying explosive power and endurance?

Thinking of this, Luo Hanyi's eyes became deep and unfathomable.

That feeling was never given to her by her husband, and the pleasure she could find in self-entertainment after he left was nothing compared to it.

She had no cultivation whatsoever, not even true qi... yet she broke through to the next realm in one fell swoop...

If he were to cultivate this technique under my guidance, reaching the seventh rank wouldn't be impossible...

Luo Hanyi took out the scroll of "Yin Yang Harmony Technique" from the storage ring on her fingertip.

"Study this technique carefully!"

Luo Hanyi tossed the scroll to Wang Long.

Wang Long quickly caught it, but before he could see what it was, he heard Luo Hanyi's cold voice.

"Master the basics of this technique within three days! Otherwise—die!"

Wang Long tucked the scroll into his pocket, knowing that his life was temporarily spared.

"What happened today!"

Luo Hanyi spoke slowly, her voice regaining its usual cool and dignified tone, though still carrying a trace of the hoarseness from last night.

"If even half a word gets out—"

She didn't finish her sentence; instead, she raised her hand, condensed a wisp of true energy at her fingertips, and flicked it gently.

With a "snip," the red candle by the bedside snapped at waist length.

Wang Long sat on the bed, looking at her without saying a word.

His eyes were calm.

This calm made Luo Hanyi inexplicably irritated.

She was used to the fear of the servants, used to the hateful and terrified looks men gave her, but the way Wang Long looked at her now—

It doesn't look like they're looking at their master.

It's like looking at a... woman.

"This old servant understands."

Wang Long finally spoke, bowing respectfully.

Luo Hanyi glanced at him sideways and waved her hand lightly.

"At midnight in three days, I will personally verify the results of your cultivation!"

"Get out of here—!"

……

Wang Long strode away, his steps as light as a young man's.

Back at the stable, Wang Long sat cross-legged on a haystack and couldn't help but lick his chapped lips.

The first woman was such a gem.

A sixth-rank martial artist, mature and beautiful, dignified like an unapproachable noblewoman when she's dignified, and wild like...

Wang Long took a deep breath, suppressing the burning desire in his heart.

He closed his eyes, feeling the immense benefits brought by the Chaos Creation Holy Body!

His withered body surged with blood, and his whole being burst with vitality!

In his mind, the Zhuxian Sword Embryo floated quietly, with a wisp of sword energy nurturing within it.

Every move of the Tai Xu Po Wang Sword Technique is clearly imprinted.

Wang Long opened his eyes, picked up a tree branch, and flicked his wrist.

A sword aura shot out silently and struck the wooden stake.

The wooden stake remained completely still.

Three breaths later, it split neatly in two from the middle.

Wang Long looked at his hands and grinned.

"Madam...we have a long life ahead of us."

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the stable, illuminating his aged yet spirited face.

Dual cultivation to become stronger!

Childbirth bombardment!

A few hours earlier, he, a lowly stable boy, could only watch helplessly, powerless to do anything.

But now—

There is great potential!

……

at this time.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Wang Long sat cross-legged on the haystack, having not slept all night, yet he did not feel tired at all.

As the Chaos Creation Saint Body operated on its own, wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered from all directions and entered his body.

He could clearly feel that his blood and energy were even more vigorous than the night before.

Although he is still far from being a true martial artist, at least... he is no longer that weak old man who can't even kill a chicken.

The most urgent task at present is to master the "Yin Yang Harmony Technique" and stabilize Luo Hanyi!

Wang Long took out the scroll and was about to open it when he heard hurried footsteps outside the stable.

"Oh dear, that old geezer is still alive?"

A sharp, sarcastic voice reached Wang Long's ears.

Wang Long stood up and saw three familiar faces.

The leader was Zhao Hu, the head groom of the Marquis's mansion. He was in his forties, tall and burly, with a body full of fat.

Behind him were two young servants, one named Qian Er and the other Sun San, who were the ones who liked to make fun of Wang Long the most.

The three of them walked to the entrance of the stable. Zhao Hu pinched his nose and peeked inside. When he saw the whip marks on Wang Long's face, he immediately burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! I heard that the old bastard was whipped four times by the First Madam yesterday, and they thought he was going to throw him into a mass grave. I didn't expect him to still be alive!"

Qian Er came closer, looked Wang Long up and down, and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Brother Tiger, look at this old man's face. The mark on his face, from his forehead to his chin, looks like a centipede. It's quite a sight!"

Sun San joined in the commotion.

"You old fool, did you go and provoke the First Madam again yesterday? If I were you, I would have hanged myself long ago to save myself from making a fool of myself!"

The three of them burst into laughter.

Wang Long slowly stood up and patted the grass clippings off his clothes.

"Tiger, what's up?"

Wang Long used to call Zhao Hu "Zhao Tou'er".

Now he has stepped into the threshold of martial arts, while they are just ordinary people.

If you still want to bully me as before, don't blame me for not giving you a good look.

"You old codger, you've got some nerve!"

Zhao Hu's face instantly turned cold. He glanced at Wang Long and shouted in a cold voice.

"How dare you talk to Tiger like that? Are you asking for trouble again?!"

Zhao Ersun San had a ferocious look on his face.

"I'm in a good mood right now, so get out of here and it'll be as if nothing happened."

Wang Long waved his hand dismissively.

"You old fool, you think you can get away with this?"

Zhao Hu glared angrily at Wang Long.

"Those mules in the backyard haven't been brushed yet, hurry up and brush them. Also, the mangers are out of hay, go to the storeroom and get a few bags later. After you're done, sweep the stables again. You only have one hour, if you don't finish, your Grandpa Zhao will break your legs!"