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

As night deepened, bonfires lit up one after another on the ruins of the Primordial Holy Palace.

Wang Long stood at the edge of the square, holding a storage ring he had picked up from the remains of the Puppet Yuan.

The moment his divine sense probed in, even though he was used to seeing treasures, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

"Niannu, come here."

Wang Long waved to Ye Niannu.

Ye Niannu was helping Ye Wushuang walk towards the side hall when she heard this, so she stopped and turned to look at him.

Under the moonlight, Wang Long waved the storage ring in his hand at her, a meaningful smile on his face.

Ye Niannu understood immediately, whispered a few words to Ye Wushuang, and then quickly walked back.

"My lord, is this Kuiyuan's?"

"Um."

Wang Long handed the ring to her.

"There's a lot inside, but the Puppet Spirit Sect's true treasure trove isn't on him; it should be in the sect's headquarters. The same goes for the Heavenly Evolution Sect. Zheng Yuan only carried a portion of it with him."

Ye Niannu probed with her divine sense, and after a moment she raised her head, a gleam of excitement shining in her peach blossom eyes.

"That's quite a lot, but given the Puppet Spirit Sect's resources, this is less than thirty percent. Young master, do you mean...?"

Ye Niannu looked at Wang Long, her eyes gleaming with excitement; she understood what Wang Long meant.

"Before the news spreads completely, let's raid these two families' assets."

Wang Long suggested with a smile.

"Kui Yuan is dead, the Puppet Spirit Sect is leaderless, and the Heavenly Evolution Sect Master has also fallen here. The remaining people are just a disorganized mess. If we don't go now, once the news spreads, someone else might beat us to it."

Upon hearing this, Ye Niannu smiled broadly and took his arm.

"My lord is right! A long night can lead to many unforeseen events; it's better to act sooner rather than later!"

The two did not disturb anyone else, and only exchanged a few words with Ye Wushuang and Xuanzhen Daoist.

Ye Wushuang leaned against the stone steps, her face still pale, but she nodded.

"Go ahead, leave this to us."

Xuanzhen Daoist then waved his hand dismissively.

"Go ahead, Holy Son! I'll keep an eye on the Primordial Holy Palace. Anyone who dares to try and take advantage of the situation will be torn to shreds by me!"

Wang Long smiled and clasped his hands in a salute, then leaped onto Xiao Qiu's back with Ye Niannu.

A golden figure soared into the sky in the moonlight, speeding towards the direction of the Puppet Spirit Sect.

The Puppet Spirit Sect is located in a dark valley in the northwest corner of the Eastern Region, shrouded in gray-black mist all year round.

Two enormous stone golems originally stood at the mountain gate, but now they have lost their luster and look like two ordinary stone sculptures.

The sect was deathly silent; apart from the sound of the wind, there was almost no movement of any living creature.

Wang Long and Ye Niannu landed on the square in front of the main hall, their gazes sweeping over the empty houses and corridors.

Before his death, Kui Yuan drained all the spiritual power and blood of the disciples of the Kui Ling Sect. At this moment, the Kui Ling Sect was indeed an empty shell.

"Which direction is the treasure vault in?"

Ye Niannu closed her eyes, sensed for a moment, and then raised her hand to point to the back of the main hall.

"Over there, there are faint fluctuations from an underground formation. Although they are very weak, they haven't completely dissipated yet."

The two walked through the deserted hallway, pushed open a heavy stone door, and descended the stone steps. After about a hundred steps, the view in front of them suddenly opened up.

It was a huge underground treasure vault, with spirit stones piled up like mountains, spirit plants and pills neatly stacked on shelves, spirit artifacts hanging all over the walls, and a few pieces gleaming with the warm luster unique to heaven-rank spirit artifacts.

"Tsk tsk..."

Ye Niannu looked around and couldn't help but sigh.

"The Puppet Spirit Sect has amassed quite a lot of wealth over the years."

Wang Long didn't say anything, but he already started moving.

He spread his divine sense and swept it across the entire treasure vault like a tide, taking in every spirit stone, spirit plant, elixir, and spirit artifact that caught his eye and storing them all in his storage ring.

Ye Niannu also joined in, her movements nimble and cheerful.

About half an hour later, the entire treasure vault was completely moved.

Wang Long patted non-existent dust off his hands, sensed the overflowing spiritual energy and resources in his storage ring, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Now the Celestial Palace's resources can be sustained for a while."

The two did not linger and, after leaving the Puppet Spirit Sect, rushed to the Heavenly Evolution Sect without stopping.

The Tianyan Sect was also in a state of panic. The news of Zheng Yuan's death had not yet reached them, but the shattering of the soul lamp had already made several elders in the sect vaguely realize that something was wrong.

When Wang Long and Ye Niannu arrived, only a few elders in the early stages of the Supreme Realm who remained tried to stop them, but Ye Niannu dealt with them swiftly and decisively with a single sword strike.

The Heavenly Evolution Sect's treasury is far richer than that of the Puppet Spirit Sect, after all, it is the accumulation of hundreds of years by an old sect.

The number of spirit stones was nearly 30% more than that of the Puppet Spirit Sect, and the quality of the pills and spirit plants was also superior.

What surprised Wang Long the most was that he found a scroll of ancient runes and formations deep in the treasure vault. The handwriting was vigorous and simple, obviously from a long time ago.

"This might be useful for repairing the Asgard Palace."

He carefully put away the notes and then stuffed the remaining spirit stones and spirit artifacts into his pocket.

By acquiring two top-tier commodities, Wang Long made a fortune in one fell swoop, recouping all his previous losses.

When the two emerged from the treasure vault, the sky was already beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

As the sun rose, Little Chick flew towards the Primordial Holy Palace, its golden form bathed in the morning light.

The cleaning work at the Primordial Palace had been going on all night.

The damaged spirit flags were taken down, the broken bluestone slabs were being replaced one by one, and a temporary scaffold was erected in the dilapidated main hall for welcoming guests.

A long table was placed on the bluestone floor, where the bloodstains had been carefully wiped clean.

The spirit fruits and spirit wine were brought out of the cellar and neatly arranged on the table.

Smoke rose from the makeshift stove, carrying the rich aroma of stewed spirit beast meat.

When Wang Long and Ye Niannu landed, Xuanzhen Daoist was standing in the center of the square directing his disciples to make arrangements.

His dislocated left arm has been set, and he still commands with vigor and full of energy.

Upon seeing Wang Long, his eyes lit up, and he quickly came to greet him.

"Holy Son! Niannu! You've returned!"

He looked the two of them up and down, and seeing that they looked relaxed, he knew that the trip had gone smoothly, and his smile deepened.

"So? What about the financial situation of those two families...?"

"It's just so-so, not enough for my lord to squander."

Ye Niannu smiled and shook her head, her peach blossom eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Master Xuanzhen laughed heartily and nodded repeatedly.

"Excellent! A great victory today! The Holy Son has also emptied the treasuries of the Puppet Spirit Sect and the Heavenly Evolution Sect. It's a double celebration! Come, come, I've already had a banquet prepared, just waiting for your return to begin!"

In the square, the surviving disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace had taken their seats one after another.

Some of them were still injured and had bandages wrapped around their arms, but they all had smiles on their faces as if they had survived a disaster.

People were whispering about the earth-shattering battle of the previous night. When they mentioned the scene where Wang Long shattered the puppet's self-destruction with a single sword strike, their voices involuntarily rose a few decibels.

Looking at the lively crowd, Wang Long and Ye Niannu exchanged a smile.

so nice~