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

The man on the right stopped talking and moved like a dark blue afterimage, rushing straight for Wang Long's face. His long sword, carrying a sharp gust of wind, slashed down towards Wang Long's shoulder!

At the same time, the man on the left also moved, circling around to Wang Long's side and slashing horizontally with his long sword, blocking his retreat.

The two worked together seamlessly, striking almost simultaneously, one after the other, clearly not their first time doing something like this.

Wang Long did not retreat.

He took a slight step back with his right foot, shifted his weight slightly, and sidestepped the blade that was slashing down from the front.

At the same time, he raised his hand and flicked his finger, sending a solid spiritual force, like an invisible arrow, precisely striking the blade that was slashing horizontally from the side.

clang!

A crisp clanging sound rang out, and the man's blade was deflected, causing him to stagger forward half a step, leaving him wide open.

Wang Long didn't miss this opening. He took advantage of the situation, turned to the side, and used his elbow to strike the person in front of him in the ribs.

The man's body suddenly arched, and a short, muffled groan escaped his throat. He was thrown backward as if he had been hit by a charging bull, rolling twice on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

The man on the side had just regained his footing and hadn't even had time to readjust his posture when Wang Long had already closed in on him.

He raised his hand, his fingers forming a sword-like shape, and lightly sliced ​​across the other man's chest and abdomen.

A very thin trace of spiritual energy swept past. The man looked down at the rapidly spreading crack on his chest, his pupils contracted sharply, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

His body began to disintegrate from the cracks, turning into tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air.

The person in front struggled to get up, but only had time to see the last moment of his companion's disappearance.

He looked up and met Wang Long's calm, unwavering eyes, and his whole body trembled violently.

The next instant, a sword flashed across his neck.

The two spiritual entities dissipated one after the other, cleanly and efficiently, in just a few breaths.

There was a moment of silence at the entrance to the valley.

Those cultivators who had been gathered in twos and threes watching from a distance were all stunned at this moment.

Some people subconsciously rubbed their eyes, while others dropped their water bottles on the ground with a "clatter," completely unaware of it.

"He...he just now..."

"The protector of the Dide Sect? Just... just like that, gone?"

"Those are people from the four major sects of the Central Region... and he alone..."

The murmurs rose from low to high, from scattered to noisy, spreading rapidly like a pebble thrown into water.

Wang Long ignored the voices, stepped over the spot where the two spiritual bodies had disappeared, and walked into the valley without looking back.

Behind them, the cultivators looked at each other, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

"Who...is this person?"

Having dealt with these two troublesome fellows, Wang Long didn't pause and headed straight into the depths of the valley.

The cultivators watching behind them exchanged glances. Some hesitated for a moment, but ultimately could not suppress their greed and tentatively took a step forward.

One, two, three... one after another, seven or eight people mustered their courage and followed, carefully bypassing the spot where the two spiritual bodies had disappeared, and stepped into the entrance of the valley.

They thought that if Wang Long could do it, they could also take advantage of the situation and get a few rare and precious plants.

These people had only taken a dozen or so steps when several dark blue figures suddenly flashed out from the shadows of the trees ahead, moving with incredible speed, like ghosts, as they swept across the low bushes.

Immediately following were a few short groans and screams. The seven or eight figures were sent flying like leaves swept up by a gale, crashing heavily onto the open ground outside the valley entrance.

Their bodies began to disintegrate from the edges, turning into tiny specks of light that quickly dissipated into the air.

"Why...why...!"

The last person to vanish had a look of resentment and anger on their face. Before their voice had completely faded, they had turned into specks of light and disappeared without a trace.

The cultivators who had been observing from afar all gasped in shock and instinctively took a few steps back. No one dared to approach easily anymore.

Inside the valley, there were clearly more people from the Di De Sect than just the two at the entrance.

Wang Long walked down the gentle slope for about several dozen feet, where he encountered two more groups of people trying to intercept him, but he dealt with them both swiftly and decisively.

The valley was larger than he had expected, with spiritual plants scattered throughout the valley floor and gentle slopes, gleaming softly in the greyish-white light.

Wang Long's gaze swept around and quickly locked onto a spiritual plant not far away that was radiating a pale golden halo.

The spiritual plant was about half a foot tall, with slender stems and leaves, and a pale golden fruit the size of a thumb at the top, radiating a strong spiritual energy fluctuation.

"nice one!"

Wang Long squatted down and gently picked the fruit.

The fruit felt warm and smooth to the touch, with a subtle sheen on its surface. The fluctuations in my spiritual energy were indeed several times stronger than when I was killing monsters on the outskirts.

Just as he was about to absorb and refine the fruit, an arrogant female voice suddenly came from behind him, carrying an undisguised air of superiority.

"Put it down! I saw it first!"

Wang Long paused slightly and turned his head in confusion.

Where did this giant baby come from?

Two figures were walking down the gentle slope at a leisurely pace.

The person walking in front wore a moon-white long dress, had a beautiful face, but her eyes and brows carried an innate arrogance and pickiness.

Her spiritual energy was solid and profound, and when her gaze fell on the pale golden fruit in Wang Long's hand, it was with a sense of natural possessiveness.

Behind her followed a tall, handsome young man dressed in a black brocade robe with a dark gold jade pendant hanging from his waist, walking with a composed gait.

When his gaze swept over Wang Long, it carried a somewhat condescending scrutiny, but he did not speak immediately, clearly waiting for the person in front to speak first.

"Which sect's protector are you? I've never seen you before."

The woman in the moon-white dress walked up to Wang Long and looked him up and down.

"I am Wang Qingyan, the Holy Maiden of the Qian Yuan Sect. This man behind me is Zhao Heng, the Holy Son of the Qian Yuan Sect. I took a liking to this Golden-Patterned Fruit first. If you know what's good for you, hand it over yourself to avoid getting hurt."

She spoke of it casually, as if it were a great honor for Wang Long to hand over the fruit to him.

It seems that she has many people who fawn over her, which has led her to take things for granted.

This is the Spirit Realm, not some so-called Qian Yuan Sect. Not just anyone is willing to fawn over it.

Wang Long narrowed his eyes slightly, holding the pale golden fruit, and slowly stood up.

He looked at the two holy sons and daughters of the Qian Yuan Sect in front of him, his expression calm and his tone unwavering, simply replying with a faint sentence.

"You think what you say is yours is yours? Do you think everyone in the world owes you something? Get out of my way and don't disturb my cultivation."

Wang Long waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a swarm of annoying flies.