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

The little bird flew through layers of clouds, its golden wings gleaming warmly in the moonlight.

Wang Long and Ye Niannu sat side by side on its back, the night wind making their robes flutter.

"My lord, you just said that Xi Ning is a descendant of ancient immortals?"

Ye Niannu turned her head to the side, her peach blossom eyes filled with curiosity and contemplation.

"But I have searched through many ancient books in the library of the Primordial Holy Palace and have never seen any record of immortal descendants. Even the 'immortal sects' mentioned on those tattered pages are only mentioned in a few words and are vague."

Wang Long gently pressed his brow, feeling the warm and peaceful light deep within his consciousness.

"It was Xi Ning's consciousness that told me this. I don't know if it's true or not, but she is indeed special. She can accumulate legendary things like the golden light of merit and bestow it upon us, and moreover..."

He paused, his gaze slightly narrowed.

"She was trapped in Peach Blossom Spring for much longer than I initially thought—a full 100,000 years!"

Ye Niannu remained silent for a moment, then said in a low voice.

"100,000 years ago was the dividing line between the ancient and medieval periods."

Back then, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was abundant, and powerful individuals emerged in great numbers; even Emperor-level experts were not as rare as they are now.

"If she really was someone from that era, it makes sense that she possesses some methods that we cannot understand now."

As the two were talking, the little chirp suddenly let out a short cry and slowed down a little.

Wang Long looked down and saw the vast Qian Mountains and rivers stretching out quietly in the moonlight, with the town lights twinkling like scattered gold on the earth.

"How much longer until we reach the capital?"

Ye Niannu asked casually.

"At this speed, we should arrive before dawn."

Wang Long was estimating the distance and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a crisp cracking sound beside him.

Click!

The sound was extremely soft, yet exceptionally clear in the silent night breeze.

Wang Long suddenly turned his head.

Ye Niannu looked down at her palm, her face paling for a moment in the moonlight.

In her palm lay the jade pendant she always carried with her. It was a protective jade pendant that Ye Wushuang had personally tied around her waist when she left the Primordial Holy Palace.

Inside was sealed a spiritual mark of Ye Wushuang, which served as both a talisman and a means of communication.

At that moment, a thin crack appeared in the middle of the jade pendant, and the light on both sides of the crack flickered, like a lamp about to go out.

Ye Niannu's expression changed completely.

"Nian Nu?"

Wang Long reached out and grasped her wrist, asking with concern.

"Has something happened?"

Ye Niannu raised her head, and her peach blossom eyes, which usually carried a lazy smile, were now filled with an unusual panic and solemnity.

"This is a protective jade pendant left to me by my master. It contains a wisp of her divine consciousness imprint. Unless she severs it herself, or..."

She paused, her voice slightly tense.

"The jade pendant will only shatter if she encounters a life-threatening danger that causes a violent upheaval in her consciousness."

Wang Long's heart sank.

The Primordial Sacred Palace is currently presided over by two Heavenly Sovereigns: Ye Wushuang, who recently broke through to the next level, and Xuanzhen Daoist, a veteran Heavenly Sovereign.

With such a configuration, who in the entire Eastern Region would dare to provoke them easily?

However, the jade pendant in Ye Niannu's hand was indeed shattered.

"Could it be that Palace Master Ye was in seclusion cultivating, and the fluctuation of spiritual energy caused a temporary malfunction in the jade pendant's sensing?"

Wang Long tried to guess in a positive direction.

Ye Niannu shook her head, her voice regaining its composure, yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

"No, Master is always prudent in her actions. If she were to go into seclusion, she would definitely cut off the jade pendant's connection with the outside world beforehand, so that it wouldn't shatter due to fluctuations in spiritual energy."

She clutched the cracked jade pendant tightly, the warmth of her palm seeping into the jade through the crack, but the crack showed no sign of healing.

"Something must have happened at the Primordial Holy Palace!"

Without further hesitation, Wang Long bent down and patted Xiao Qiu's neck.

"Little Chick, we're not going to Daqian anymore. Turn around and head full speed to the Primordial Holy Palace!"

The little chirp let out a clear, melodious cry, its wings flapped suddenly, and its golden form drew a sharp arc in mid-air.

They changed direction and sped off towards the Primordial Holy Palace.

The speed was almost twice as fast as before, and the sound of the wind became sharp and rapid in my ears.

Ye Niannu sat beside Wang Long, still clutching the broken jade pendant in her hand, gazing at the distant horizon shrouded in night, remaining silent for a long time.

Wang Long reached out and gently grasped the hand that was holding the jade pendant; his palm was warm and strong.

"Don't worry, Palace Master Ye will be fine. The Primordial Holy Palace has two Heavenly Sovereigns in charge. Even if someone dares to provoke them, it won't cause any major problems immediately."

He spoke with a calm and resolute tone.

"Besides, I'm still here."

Ye Niannu turned her head to look at him, and after a long while, she nodded gently.

She didn't say anything, but she gripped his hand even tighter.

Ye Niannu was very worried about her master!

Little Chick's speed increased rapidly, golden streaks of light piercing the night sky as it sped towards the Primordial Holy Palace.

The Primordial Holy Palace.

The night was as dark as ink, and the sacred trees outside the mountain gate were whipped about by the fierce wind.

What was once a blessed land of immortals has now been transformed into a battlefield of carnage.

On the plaza in front of the mountain gate, blood meandered along the cracks in the bluestone slabs, gathering into small streams that gleamed with a dark red luster under the moonlight.

The tattered banner lay in the mud, trampled beyond recognition.

The disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace formed a battle formation, each one covered in blood, yet they still held their ground, guarding the last line of defense inside the mountain gate.

Behind them was the main hall, where a few sparks of fire had already been lit.

High in the sky, two figures stood side by side, looking down at the horrific scene below.

The man on the left was thin and emaciated, dressed in a black robe, and shrouded in a thick, inky black mist. Within the mist, countless tiny faces could be vaguely seen struggling and screaming. He was none other than Kui Yuan, the sect leader of the Kui Ling Sect.

The terrifying pressure of the late-stage Heavenly Sovereign enveloped the entire Primordial Sacred Palace as if it were a tangible force, thinning and disrupting the originally dense spiritual energy in the mountains, and even causing the wind to swirl around his figure.

The man on the right had a square face, a short beard, and a black brocade robe that fluttered in the night wind. He was Zheng Yuan, the sect leader of the Tianyan Sect.

Not far behind him, Zheng Hao sat in a specially made wheelchair, his legs still wrapped in bandages, but a twisted and maniacal smile was on his face as he stared intently at the blood-soaked figure below.

In the center of the square, Ye Wushuang's white dress was mostly stained red with blood, and several tears were cut into the hem, revealing the skin underneath that had been slashed by sword energy.

The pure white longsword in her hand had several cracks, and the cold light flowing on its blade was much dimmer than usual.

Although her aura was still powerful, it was no longer as refined as it had been at its peak.

Just now, in order to protect the disciples behind her, she took two full-force attacks from Kui Yuan, and her internal organs suffered serious injuries.

The Taoist Xuanzhen stood a few steps away from her, looking even more disheveled than she did.

His Taoist robe was torn to shreds, his left arm hung limply at his side, clearly dislocated, a trace of blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth, and his chest heaving violently.

But he still stood straight, his cloudy old eyes filled with anger and determination.

"Kuiyuan! Zheng Yuan!"

His voice was hoarse and angry, echoing in the night wind.

"Do you truly intend to fight my Primordial Holy Palace to the death?!"