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

Wang Long and Ye Niannu stayed in Tianque City for another two days.

On the first day, Wang Long completely stabilized the residual spiritual energy fluctuations after his breakthrough, and then tested the effect of the fusion of mental power and spiritual energy.

A ball of light, half gold and half silver, condensed in his palm. It was several times more powerful than pure spiritual energy and possessed an unprecedented sense of clarity.

Ye Niannu watched from the side, her peach blossom eyes full of smiles.

"My lord, your aura is far more solid than that of most early-stage Supreme Realm cultivators."

Wang Long felt the immense power within him, enough to fight even against the Supreme Being of Heaven!

He put away the ball of light in his palm, stretched his shoulders, and smiled.

"That month in the Spirit Realm wasn't wasted. After tempering my mental energy, the fusion of those powers during my breakthrough was much smoother."

The next day, the two did not cultivate anymore, but simply strolled around the city.

The streets of Tianque City were still bustling, with stalls displaying a dazzling array of spirit stones and magical artifacts. Occasionally, someone would recognize Wang Long and bow respectfully from afar, but no one would approach to disturb him.

Ye Niannu squatted in front of a stall selling cubs of spirit beasts, teasing a small, palm-sized, silver-white fox, then turned back to smile at Wang Long.

Wang Long also squatted down to take a look. The little fox was entirely silver-white, with a pair of bright blue eyes, and it did indeed have some of the adorable appearance of a newly hatched chick. He reached out and poked the little fox's ear, and said.

"They are cute, but we already have a little bird. If we get another one, they might start fighting."

The little fox in his arms seemed to sense something, poking out half of its fluffy head and letting out a soft "chirp" at the little fox. The little fox immediately shrank back into its den and refused to come out again.

Ye Niannu laughed so hard she almost fell over, then stood up and clapped her hands.

"Let's go, Little Bird is jealous."

On the morning of the third day, the two bid farewell to Song Tiange and flew away from Tianque City on their little chicks.

Song Tiange stood on the city wall and watched the golden figure gradually disappear into the distance, muttering to himself.

"Reaching the Supreme Realm... is happening much faster than I expected."

Little Chick pierced through the clouds and mist, flying towards the direction of Daqian.

Wang Long sat cross-legged on the bird's back, watching the continuous mountains and rivers slowly unfold in the morning light, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

Ye Niannu leaned against him, her fingers hooking a loose thread from his sleeve, and asked lazily.

"My lord, what are our plans after we get back?"

"Let's keep the First Madam company first. That girl Minglan is probably getting restless again, and Qing'er should also try to improve her cultivation level."

Wang Long thought for a moment.

"We'll consider the next steps after the winter clothes are produced."

Ye Niannu blinked.

"Isn't that still several months away?"

"Yes, this is a good time to take a good rest."

He also longed for a peaceful life, as he had been working non-stop lately and was simply too exhausted.

After flying for two days, the little bird slowly landed in the courtyard of a prince's mansion in the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty.

As soon as Wang Long landed, Qin Jiaojiao rushed out of the house and threw herself into his arms.

"Dad! You've been gone for so long this time!"

Wang Long bent down, picked her up, and lifted her up, then smiled and said...

"Have you gained weight or grown taller?"

"They've all grown!"

Qin Jiaojiao spoke with righteous indignation.

Qin Minglan also came out from under the corridor, put her hands on her hips, looked Wang Long up and down, and clicked her tongue.

"Old man, why do I feel like your demeanor has changed again?"

"He has broken through to the Supreme Realm."

Wang Long said casually.

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

Qin Minglan nearly dropped the fruit plate in her hands, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Supreme Realm?! You've only been gone a few days! How come you're already at the Supreme Realm? Does that make sense?"

"It's unreasonable, but it did happen."

Luo Hanyi walked slowly out of the house, her belly already noticeably protruding. She gently held onto the door frame with one hand, her gaze falling on Wang Long, a faint smile on her lips.

"You're back?"

Wang Long put Qin Jiaojiao down, walked up to her, and gently placed his hand on her lower abdomen.

"Yes, I'm back. Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Luo Hanyi shook her head, not saying anything more, but simply placed her hand on the back of his hand. The warmth of her palm finally calmed Wang Long's heart, which had been on the move for days.

The days that followed were a rare period of peace.

Wang Long would sit in the yard every day, basking in the sun, and occasionally cook a few dishes. Qin Jiaojiao would follow him around the stove, sometimes stealing a piece of freshly cooked meat and stuffing it into her mouth, scalding herself and gasping for breath but refusing to spit it out.

Ye Niannu and Qin Minglan were practicing their swordsmanship in the courtyard, while Murong Qing sat obediently on the veranda, pouring tea for them.

Luo Hanyi leaned back in her recliner, a book beside her, but she didn't open it. She simply watched the noisy scene in the courtyard quietly.

Little Chick curled up into a ball the size of a fist, perched on Qin Jiaojiao's shoulder, and joined in the fun.

Ta Xue lay in the corner of the yard, swishing her tail back and forth, living a lazy and carefree life.

Wang Long sat on the stone bench under the old locust tree, looking at the scene before him, a slight smile curving his lips.

He could feel the power within his body circulating steadily, like spring water flowing slowly and calmly.

His Supreme Realm cultivation gave him an unprecedented sense of confidence.

They no longer need to be as busy as before, nor are they as closely watched by various forces as those at a higher level.

Just as she was leisurely thinking, Ye Niannu suddenly changed her expression and took out a jade pendant that shone with a faint light from her bosom. It was a communication jade talisman used exclusively by the Primordial Holy Palace.

She looked down for a moment, her composure gradually fading, and then looked up at Wang Long.

"My lord, Master has sent a message saying that something has happened at the Central Region Holy Land, and the selection process for the entire region will be brought forward. We need to return to the Primordial Holy Palace as soon as possible."

Wang Long put down his teacup, his expression becoming serious.

Qin Jiaojiao heard this and ran over to hug his leg.

"Dad, are you leaving again?"

Wang Long bent down and rubbed her head.

"Father is going to the Primordial Holy Palace and will be back in a few days. You stay home and keep Mother company."

Although Qin Jiaojiao was reluctant, she still nodded sensibly and let go of her hand.

"Then Dad should come back soon."

"Yes, Dad promises you."

Wang Long stood up and looked at Luo Hanyi.

Luo Hanyi nodded slightly to him.

"Go on, business is more important."

Qin Minglan looked at Wang Long with a face full of reluctance, then rushed into Wang Long's arms and rubbed against him before getting up.

"Old man, you'd better be careful!"

Ye Niannu also put away the jade talisman and waved with a smile to Qin Minglan and Murong Qing.

"We'll be right back."

Without further delay, Xiao Qiu transformed into a nine-sky bird, carrying the two of them as they soared into the sky, flying towards the direction of the Primordial Holy Palace.

On the way, Ye Niannu sat beside Wang Long, her brows slightly furrowed.

"The changes at the Central Region Holy Land... the selection being brought forward so much, it feels rather unusual."

Wang Long nodded solemnly, his expression serious.

You'll find out when you get there.

After flying for most of the day, the familiar outline of the Taichu Holy Palace's mountain gate emerged in the twilight.

Ye Wushuang stood on the stone steps in front of the main hall, dressed in a white dress, her face cold and aloof, clearly having been waiting for a long time.

She saw Wang Long and Ye Niannu descend from the sky, her gaze lingering on Wang Long for a moment before she nodded slightly.

"You've arrived."

"Master!"

Ye Niannu quickly stepped forward and took Ye Wushuang's arm.

"What exactly happened?"