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

Wang Qingyan was forced to retreat repeatedly under Ye Niannu's offensive. Although her swordsmanship was sharp, she gradually became powerless in the face of Ye Niannu's continuous and uninterrupted sword momentum.

Her figure swayed slightly as she retreated, and Ye Niannu seized that momentary opening. The emerald sword light flashed like lightning across her defensive circle, leaving a thin, long mental crack on Wang Qingyan's right arm.

Wang Qingyan groaned, her body stiffening slightly. The crack rapidly widened, spreading from her arm to her shoulder, and her spiritual body began to slowly disintegrate from the crack.

"Damn it!"

Wang Qingyan gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment and anger. Her gaze was fixed on Wang Long and Ye Niannu, her voice laced with barely suppressed rage:

"Who exactly are you people?!"

Wang Long sheathed his sword, looked at her rapidly disintegrating figure, and calmly revealed his origins.

"Eastern Region, Primordial Holy Palace, Holy Son, Wang Long."

Ye Niannu also sheathed her sword and stood beside Wang Long, adding a light and natural remark.

"Eastern Region, Primordial Holy Palace, Holy Maiden, Ye Niannu."

Zhao Heng's body also began to disintegrate under Wang Long's golden sword light. He looked down at the spreading crack on his chest, a very complicated expression on his face.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head to look at Wang Long and Ye Niannu, his voice carrying an indescribable sense of absurdity, as if something was choking him:

"The Eastern Regions?"

He repeated the two words, as if to make sure he hadn't misheard.

"That... remote, desolate Eastern Region, where spiritual energy is scarce?"

Wang Qingyan's spiritual body had collapsed to the point where only her upper body remained. When she heard the words "Eastern Region," the expression on her face became even more interesting than before.

First came disbelief, then anger, and finally a vague sense of frustration.

"How could a place like the Eastern Region produce prodigies like you?"

Wang Qingyan's voice had become noticeably weak, but she still gritted her teeth and finished speaking.

"You just wait. When the all-domain selection takes place, the Qian Yuan Sect will make you pay the price!"

Before she could finish speaking, her spiritual body completely disintegrated, turning into countless tiny specks of light that vanished into the air.

Zhao Heng looked at the spot where she disappeared, then glanced at Wang Long, and said nothing more.

"The selection process will take place across the entire region. This Holy Son will be waiting for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his spiritual body completely disintegrated and dissipated in the wind of the valley.

The valley fell silent again.

Those cultivators who were originally watching from a distance now stared wide-eyed, as if they had been nailed to the spot by something.

Someone murmured softly, their voice carrying a dreamlike, unreal quality:

"When did the Eastern Region produce two such killing gods?"

"I heard that a female cultivator broke into another entrance in the second area by herself and killed more than a dozen people who blocked her way. Could she be the one from earlier?"

"It seems... to be her!"

"My God, did we stir up a hornet's nest today? Two of them suddenly appeared..."

The whispers gradually spread in the wind, carrying a mixture of amazement and apprehension, rippling quietly among the cultivators in the second area of ​​the Spirit Realm.

Wang Long and Ye Niannu stood side by side between the two spiritual plants, looking in the direction where Wang Qingyan and Zhao Heng had disappeared, without saying a word.

After a moment, Ye Niannu turned around, smiled at Wang Long, and spoke with a hint of playfulness.

"My lord, are you alright?"

Wang Long smiled and nodded.

He took the pale golden fruit out of his pocket and weighed it in his hand.

"The natural treasures in this spiritual realm are indeed purer than those in the outside world. Absorbing them should significantly enhance one's spiritual power."

"Let's refine it first while no one is around to disturb us."

Ye Niannu looked around. The cultivators who were originally observing had now retreated further away, clearly not wanting to provoke these two "killing gods" any longer.

Without hesitation, Wang Long divided the fruit in half, giving one half to Ye Niannu, then held it in his palm and slowly infused it with his spiritual energy.

"Thank you, my lord!"

Ye Niannu happily kissed Wang Long on the cheek and began to absorb the pure spiritual energy within the fruit.

The gentle energy flowed into Wang Long's body through his senses, like a stream flowing into a lake, slowly spreading out in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He could feel that his mental energy had become even more solid than before.

His gaze swept over the spiritual plants in the valley that were still emitting a soft glow, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"The spiritual plants here should be enough for us to use for a while."

In the following days, a peculiar legend circulated in the second area of ​​the Spirit Realm.

It is said that two cultivators, a man and a woman, from the Eastern Region, beat the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Qian Yuan Sect so badly that their spirits and bodies shattered, leaving them no chance to fight back.

Some say that the protectors of the Dide Sect were wiped out one by one with a sword at the entrance of the valley, without even having a chance to report their names.

Some even vividly described how the two were not only incredibly powerful, but also brazenly picked rare and precious herbs in the sealed-off valley, while the people from the four major sects simply ignored them and walked around them.

"The rumors are true, I saw it with my own eyes! That person stood right next to the spiritual plants, picking one after another, and the people from the four major sects, less than a hundred feet away, didn't even step forward!"

"It's not that we're afraid to go forward, it's that those who have already stepped forward have been driven away!"

"When did such a monstrous talent emerge in the Eastern Region?"

"I don't know, just don't mess with them."

Wang Long and Ye Niannu ignored these discussions.

They had been in the second area for several days, and had explored almost all the newly spawned rare and precious materials in the valley.

All that can be absorbed will be refined.

Over the course of a few days, Wang Long could clearly feel that his mental energy had become much more solid than when he first entered, and his range of perception had also expanded considerably.

That sense of clarity that comes from within is something he can never replicate no matter how many spirit stones he accumulates in the outside world.

"My lord, I think I've hit a roadblock."

Ye Niannu sat on a flat rock, her hands supporting her on the surface, her legs swinging gently, her peach blossom eyes filled with a thoughtful expression.

"I can feel my mental strength is still growing, but the rate of growth has slowed down considerably, as if it's being blocked by something."

Wang Long sat down beside her and also assessed his own condition.

This is true.

His mental strength was still slowly increasing, but the rate of increase had slowed down significantly compared to the previous few days, as if some invisible barrier was slowly closing in.

"It must be a limitation of the spiritual realm itself."

Wang Long pondered for a moment, then slowly said.

"While the resources in the second region are abundant, there is ultimately a limit to how much they can enhance one's mental strength. Breaking through that limit may require a more specialized approach."

"Shall we go check out the third area?"