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

"Long, long ago, I discussed the Dao with an old friend for hundreds of years. I would never mistake that person's aura, even after ten thousand years."

Upon hearing this, Wang Long's pupils contracted slightly.

He did not answer immediately, but he knew that in front of the Emperor, any pretense would be meaningless.

The other party's perception was enough to penetrate every layer of energy within his body, reaching the very core of his being.

"You possess the inherited aura of the Azure Emperor Xuanming."

Ji Changgeng's tone remained gentle, even carrying a hint of nostalgic smile.

"That old fellow... I thought he had completely vanished, but I never expected he would still leave a trace in this world."

Ye Wushuang's breathing suddenly stopped.

She turned her head to look at Wang Long, her cold eyes surging with unprecedented shock.

The Azure Emperor Xuanming.

That human emperor who fought against three extraterrestrial emperors in the extraterrestrial war 100,000 years ago, and finally died from exhaustion.

His legacy actually lies with Wang Long?

Countless thoughts flashed through Ye Wushuang's mind.

Wang Long's cultivation speed, which far exceeded common sense, and his trump card that allowed him to unleash half-step Emperor-level combat power while only at the Saint Realm level.

The extraordinary spiritual power techniques employed in the spiritual realm... all the already peculiar details seemed to be connected by a single thread, pointing to the same answer.

She opened her mouth, but found herself unable to speak.

Could it be that Wang Long is the reincarnation of the Azure Emperor who has cultivated again?

Wang Long didn't notice Ye Wushuang's expression. His gaze remained fixed on Ji Changgeng. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, his voice steady and sincere.

"Senior's insight is truly remarkable. Indeed, by a stroke of luck, I received the inheritance left behind by a senior who called himself the Azure Emperor."

Ji Changgeng nodded slightly, as if confirming his own guess, but did not immediately respond to Wang Long's frankness.

He raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the air, and a very thin, almost invisible thread of light was drawn out from between Wang Long's eyebrows, hovering in mid-air.

The light threads shimmered with a warm and ancient gold, flowing slowly within the realm of the Emperor's Laws, emanating a rhythm that resonated with heaven and earth.

Ji Changgeng looked at the ray of light, a complex emotion appearing in his eyes, like nostalgia, yet also like relief.

"It really was him."

His voice was a few decibels softer than before.

"That Xuanming fellow, before he died in battle, asked someone to pass on a message to me, saying that his strongest technique in his life had dissipated with him and he would not pass it on to anyone else. I didn't expect... he still kept a trick up his sleeve in the end."

He withdrew his fingertip, and the wisp of light dissipated between Wang Long's eyebrows, restoring the even flow of light in the space.

Ji Changgeng looked at Wang Long with a gentle gaze.

"I am not here to ask you for the inheritance. It is Xuanming's business who he chooses to leave his things to. I am just confirming that the old fellow has indeed left a trace in this world."

He paused, as if remembering something, and casually added a sentence.

"I hope you can carry on his legacy and make it even greater."

Wang Long nodded heavily.

As soon as he finished speaking, the invisible barrier around them began to slowly dissipate.

The sound of wind returned, and the tactile sensation underfoot returned to reality. In the distance, the faint sounds of conversations among the contestants in the square and the cries of cranes could be heard.

Ye Wushuang stood there, not yet fully recovered from the shock.

Ji Changgeng's figure had vanished from the spot, as if he had never appeared.

Wang Long stood still for a moment.

He could sense that the Great Emperor Seed deep within his sea of ​​consciousness was operating in an extremely slow yet remarkably stable manner, as if the pull of that ray of light had reawakened it slightly.

He turned around and looked at Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang met his gaze, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke, her voice a few decibels lower than usual.

"The Azure Emperor's legacy... cultivators throughout the world will go crazy for it. If word gets out, not only the Eastern Region, but even the sects with deep foundations in the Central Region will spare no effort to fight for it."

Wang Long nodded, his expression calm.

"Therefore, I would like to ask Palace Master Ye to keep this a secret for me."

Ye Wushuang looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

"This palace mistress knows her limits."

She didn't ask any more questions, but turned around and walked back the way she came, her pace a little faster than when she came.

Wang Long followed behind her, passing through the path shaded by ancient trees, and returned to the corridor.

The light outside was still bright, and the sea of ​​clouds in the distance was still churning. The space that had just been separated seemed to be just a fleeting dream.

But Wang Long knew that it was definitely not a dream.

He looked down at his palm, his fingertips still seeming to retain the warm sensation of the light thread being drawn out.

When Wang Long walked back to the inn, Ye Niannu was waiting for her leaning against the stone railing under an ancient tree.

Seeing him approach, she straightened up, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment, as if trying to read something from his expression, but she didn't rush to ask.

Wang Long walked up to her, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice.

"The Longevity Emperor just contacted me. The matter of the Azure Emperor's inheritance can no longer be kept secret."

Ye Niannu's pupils contracted slightly, and her expression tightened a bit, but she didn't immediately exclaim or ask for details. She simply waited quietly for him to continue.

Wang Long gently pulled her into his arms.

"Don't worry, the Eternal Emperor has no ill intentions. He's just here to confirm the aura left by an old friend. Not many people will know about this."

Feeling Wang Long's steady heartbeat, Ye Niannu slowly breathed a sigh of relief, raised her face to look at him, and smiled in her peach blossom eyes.

"That's good, but... sir, you've really seen all sorts of important people."

Her tone was full of pride and admiration.

Wang Long smiled and gently brushed the tip of her nose.

"Let's go back and rest, recharge our energy. I wonder what the rules will be for this year's selection competition!"

Wang Long and Ye Niannu walked along the corridor through several courtyard gates and arrived at the guesthouse area.

The courtyard was small, but it was clean and elegant, with blue bricks paving the ground and several bamboo stalks growing against the wall. The evening breeze rustled through the bamboo leaves.

The two intended to return directly to their courtyard to rest, but then they heard arguing and fighting nearby.

"There's noise going on in the yard."

Ye Niannu looked toward the source of the sound with a puzzled expression.

"It sounds like the noise is coming from the neighbor's yard."

Wang Long listened intently and, sure enough, heard a noisy argument coming from next door, the sound growing louder and louder.

Interspersed with the muffled thuds of tables and chairs colliding and a few sharp rebukes.

"This yard was allocated to us! What right do your people have to take it?"

"We've already put our luggage away; you're just taking it over!"

"So what if it's been put away properly? Does the Central Region's Holy Landing Sect need to explain its affairs to your Eastern Region?"

The voice was arrogant and harsh, carrying undisguised contempt.

Wang Long frowned almost imperceptibly and strode towards the neighboring courtyard.

Ye Niannu, who was beside him, clearly recognized the voice as belonging to the person who spoke it.