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

Wang Long led Zhou Mingxuan across two mountain ridges, around a rocky beach, and back along the stream for a distance. They found Chen Yuanzhi, who was about to crawl into a tree hole, at the foot of a bushy hillside.

When Chen Yuanzhi heard Wang Long's voice coming from behind him, he was so startled that he almost dropped the bag of dry rations in his hand. Only after seeing who it was did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Prince Wang! Why are you back again?"

"I have a plan that needs your help with. I don't know if you'd be interested."

Without wasting words, Wang Long briefly explained his approach to entrapment enforcement.

After listening, Chen Yuanzhi remained silent for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh, his tone filled with a sense of carefree abandon.

"Damn! I'm living in fear and anxiety anyway, so I might as well go with you and pull off a big heist!"

"Although my cultivation level isn't great, I, Chen Yuanzhi, am fast and have a loud voice. Luring a few people over here won't be a problem!"

Wang Long looked at the two of them and nodded.

"Alright, here's the plan..."

He gave a brief overview of the details. Zhou Mingxuan and Chen Yuanzhi nodded and noted down their tasks.

On the viewing platform, a huge map of light and shadow clearly presented every dynamic detail of the battlefield.

Three beams of light from the Eastern Region were slowly converging in a hilly area, and then two more golden beams of light moved in opposite directions, stopping at two relatively open locations.

The representatives of various forces watching from the sidelines naturally saw this scene as well. Some of them chuckled, their tone tinged with mockery.

"What are those people in the Eastern Region doing? Gathered together to discuss countermeasures? All they're doing is stalling for another half a day."

Someone nearby chimed in.

"What else can we do? Twenty-four people against hundreds, what can we do besides hide?"

The leader from the Western Regions raised an eyebrow, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.

"This year's Eastern Region is more proactive than previous years, even daring to venture out on its own initiative, but... the further it goes, the faster it loses its flag."

Although the elders in the Central Region Observation Zone did not say it explicitly, the faint smiles on their lips had already made their stance clear.

Song Tiange stood at the edge of the Eastern Region spectator area, looking at the two Eastern Region dots on the map that were moving in different directions. He didn't say anything, but his gaze was more focused than before.

Ye Wushuang stood beside him, also watching the two moving points of light. After a moment, she spoke softly, her tone calm but carrying a hint of unwavering certainty.

"That wasn't just wandering around blindly; it was planned."

Song Tiange glanced at her sideways without refuting her.

In the midst of the battlefield, Zhou Mingxuan had already taken his position on a high ground with a wide field of vision in the hilly area, as arranged by Wang Long.

He held the spare flag that Wang Long had temporarily given him in his hand, deliberately turning the flag to a conspicuous position. Then, pretending to tidy his robes, he paced back and forth, glancing around from time to time as if searching for something.

Chen Yuanzhi hid behind a patch of low bushes not far away, clutching a communication talisman left to him by Wang Long, ready to give a signal at any moment.

Wang Long himself hid at the edge of a dense forest on the north side of the hill, his spiritual energy threads silently spreading out, covering an area of ​​several hundred feet in radius centered on Zhou Mingxuan.

Just as he expected.

Before half a cup of tea could be brewed, two figures rapidly approached from the southwest, their speed indicating they had spotted the lone Eastern Region disciple.

A moment later, three more figures approached from the northeast, clearly trying to flank them from different directions.

Wang Long's spiritual energy threads detected the approaching energy fluctuations, and he moved silently through the forest, adjusting his position.

Zhou Mingxuan, acting as bait, began to feel nervous when he saw the movement in the bushes, but he still pretended to be nonchalant and continued pacing in place.

When the two groups simultaneously stepped into the pincer movement Wang Long had planned, Wang Long moved. His figure moved like a leaf blown by the wind, silently gliding across the shadows at the edge of the dense forest, precisely cutting into the gap between the two groups.

The battle ended quickly.

The two groups totaled five people. Two of them were knocked down from behind by Wang Long, while one reacted quickly and blocked a sword.

However, the short sword, which was formed from concentrated spiritual energy, precisely shattered the spiritual energy defense in his hand. As he staggered backward, he collided with another companion, and the two of them lost their balance.

The remaining two, seeing that the situation was not good, wanted to retreat, but found that there was a figure blocking their only way out.

Zhou Mingxuan had somehow managed to flank them, the magical weapon in his hand gleaming coldly. Although it wasn't exactly imposing, it effectively blocked their last option.

In just a few dozen breaths, all five people were subdued, their spiritual power temporarily sealed, and they sat on the grass with pale faces, not even having the strength to stand up.

"Get rid of it!"

Wang Long glanced at them and said in a deep voice.

"you……"

Just as the five people were about to say something, they were attacked by Wang Long.

A ball of light enveloped them, then they vanished from the spot, completely eliminated.

On the viewing platform, the previous scornful laughter and chatter had noticeably thinned out.

Someone looked at the gray-white dots marked "eliminated" on the map, frowned slightly, and had a puzzled expression on their face.

The leader from the Western Regions put down his teacup, his gaze falling on the dot on the map of the Eastern Region that was moving rapidly along the edge of the hills, and said in a deep voice.

"That guy named Wang Long... something's not right."

An elder in the Central Region spectator area also sat up slightly. Although his expression remained calm, there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

Song Tiange still didn't reply, but just looked at the map with his hands behind his back. But if you looked closely, you would notice that the curve of his lips was slightly deeper than before.

Ye Wushuang's gaze had already shifted from the map to the direction of the battlefield.

For the rest of the day, Wang Long, along with Zhou Mingxuan and Chen Yuanzhi, set up ambushes in several other areas using the same method.

Every time, it's the same routine: one person reveals their location, another is responsible for relaying messages, and Wang Long is in charge of closing in.

Those cultivators from the four domains who were used to "catching lone disciples from the Eastern Domain" obviously did not expect the Eastern Domain to set up an ambush. Several groups of people were caught off guard and were swiftly and decisively eliminated by Wang Long.

It wasn't until dusk that the disappearance of those two groups finally alerted cultivators in other areas.

However, at this time, Wang Long and his two companions had already retreated to a secluded crevice on the edge of the hilly area to rest.

Zhou Mingxuan leaned against the rock wall, panting, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Wang Shengzi, we've had a great day! I counted, we've eliminated at least twenty or thirty people, it was so satisfying!"

Chen Yuanzhi squatted to the side, smiling and agreeing.

"Yeah, finally we got our revenge!"