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

Qin Wuyai did not expect Ye Niannu to be so decisive and ruthless. He was killed on the spot before he could use many of his abilities.

He can only recuperate for a dozen days before re-entering the sacred realm.

His body began to disintegrate from the edges, turning into tiny specks of light, which, along with his resentment and bitterness, dissipated into the air.

Qin Wuyai's voice finally drifted out, carrying a fierce intent emanating from his teeth.

"You wait... the Holy Son Sect will not let you go... I will definitely come back... and capture you..."

Ye Niannu sheathed her sword, not even bothering to glance at it again.

The two protectors were stunned. Before they could even make a move, the holy son they were protecting was instantly killed by Ye Niannu right in front of them!

How am I supposed to explain this when I get back?

The cultivators who had been watching the spectacle all took several steps back, and their gazes towards her instantly changed.

Many people who had originally intended to approach and chat with the man saw this scene and instantly abandoned any such thoughts.

Ye Niannu dispersed her sword and casually stopped a cultivator who was about to slip away, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"I have a question. Where in the Spirit Realm are the most abundant rare and precious materials?"

The man, startled by her intervention, froze and stammered in response:

"Go west, through that dense forest, there's a valley... there are many spiritual plants there, but many people are also vying for them..."

Ye Niannu released him and nodded at him.

Thank you.

She walked briskly in the direction the man pointed, her steps light and her mood quite good.

Based on her understanding of her husband, Wang Long would probably go in that direction as well.

Wang Long walked through the bushes at the edge of the dense forest, and the feeling under his feet changed from soft fallen leaves to solid rock and soil.

The faint scent of grass and trees in the air became stronger, mixed with an indescribable fluctuation of spiritual energy, as if something was quietly releasing energy not far ahead.

He quickened his pace, passed through the last patch of low bushes, and suddenly the view opened up before him.

It was a wide valley with gently undulating terrain, where spiritual plants of various colors grew, emitting a faint glow.

Some are emerald green, some are crimson red, and some have a pale golden halo, swaying gracefully in the gray-white light.

The number of spiritual plants is not large, and they are distributed at the bottom of the valley and on the gentle slopes. At first glance, it is indeed a treasure land.

However, there weren't as many rare and precious materials as Wang Long had imagined.

He took a few steps forward and then realized something was wrong.

At the edge of the valley, a few monks stood in twos and threes. Some leaned against tree trunks, some sat on rocks, and some squatted by the grass.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the valley, but no one ventured into it.

The expressions on those people's faces were remarkably similar.

Resentment, helplessness, and indignation, yet also a deep sense of apprehension.

"Sigh, another wasted trip."

A middle-aged cultivator in a gray robe sighed, took out a pot of water from his sleeve, took a sip, wiped his mouth, and spoke with a hint of self-mockery.

"It's been three days in a row, and we haven't even touched a blade of grass. This spiritual realm is a complete waste of time."

"Who isn't?"

A young female cultivator standing nearby chimed in with a wry smile, toying with a folded blade of grass in her hand.

"The major sects in the Central Region have sealed off the entire Second Area. Forget about harvesting spiritual plants, they won't even let you get close. I just took a look from afar, and there are at least a dozen guardians guarding it, along with several holy sons and daughters. They're all very imposing; who would dare to go forward?"

"They can just close it off like that? The Spirit Realm isn't their property."

A burly man with a full beard spat indignantly, but his voice dropped noticeably when he said the second half of his sentence, clearly knowing that he didn't have much confidence in his words.

"Why not theirs? The strength of the four major sects in the Central Region is undeniable. You're not convinced? Go fight them!"

"Forget it, I want to stay in the Spirit Realm a few more days. I don't want to go out and recuperate for half a month."

Wang Long stood at the edge of the crowd, listened quietly for a while, and roughly figured out what was going on.

This valley is indeed the place with the densest concentration of spiritual plants in the second region. The rare and precious materials in the spiritual realm are all formed by the condensation of spiritual power, and a new batch is refreshed every few days.

Unable to be taken out of the spiritual realm, it can only be absorbed and refined on the spot to enhance one's spiritual power.

Most importantly, eight or nine out of ten of the rare and precious natural treasures in this world that are beneficial to spiritual power come from the Spirit Realm, making them extremely rare outside of the Spirit Realm.

If even one of these plants appears outside, it will be fiercely contested by many powerful individuals.

The four major sects in the Central Region are Qian Yuan Sect, Di De Sect, Kun Yin Sect, and Tian Lan Sect. They are collectively known as the "Heaven, Earth, Qian and Kun" Four Major Sects and are the four strongest forces in the Central Region besides the Holy Land.

Their numbers were large and their strength surpassed that of the others, so they simply occupied the most resource-rich area, keeping the other cultivators outside.

Anyone who dares to approach will be driven away at best, and killed outright at worst, their spiritual body disintegrating and being sent out of the spiritual realm. It will take at least several days to recover before they can re-enter.

"They won't even give me a chance to drink some soup, really..."

Someone muttered a curse under their breath, but dared not say it too loudly.

Wang Long withdrew his gaze, and without hesitation, strode towards the entrance of the valley.

Several low gasps of surprise came from behind him.

"Huh? What's wrong with that person...?"

"He wouldn't be trying to go in, would he?"

"Another one who doesn't know his own limitations."

"Forget it, just wait and see. They'll slink out in a bit, and they might even get a beating."

Wang Long ignored the whispers and walked steadily at a leisurely pace.

He had just reached the two huge ancient trees at the entrance of the valley when two figures emerged from the shadows, one on the left and one on the right, blocking his way.

The two men were dressed in uniform dark blue outfits with a dark gold mountain-shaped emblem embroidered on their cuffs. Their faces were cold and their eyes were unfriendly as they looked Wang Long up and down.

"Who is it?"

The person on the left spoke, his voice flat and monotone.

"This area is sealed off. No loitering allowed. If you don't want trouble, turn back now."

Wang Long stopped, glanced at him, then looked at the person on his right, and asked in a calm tone.

"This isn't a spiritual realm? When did it become the territory of some sect?"

Upon hearing this, the man on the right scoffed, his gaze carrying a hint of condescension, as if he had heard something laughable.

"Where did you come from, some backwater? You've never even heard of the four great sects of Heaven and Earth?"

"Here, what belongs to someone is theirs. If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

"A good dog doesn't block the way!"

Since the other party was being impolite, Wang Long didn't bother to waste words with them.

The expressions on the two people's faces froze simultaneously.

The man on the left's face instantly darkened, his aura surged, and a long sword formed from spiritual energy appeared in his hand, its blade pointing directly at Wang Long.

"Say it again?"

"I said, a good dog doesn't block the way."

Wang Long smiled and shook his head.

"This is the first time I've seen someone who's asking for trouble. They're really shameless to the core."