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

Ye Wushuang did not reply immediately, but turned her head slightly, glanced at him, and then responded indifferently after a moment.

"Lord Song, you flatter me. They were just doing what they were supposed to do."

"What should be done?"

Song Tiange chuckled, his tone tinged with emotion.

"Among all the participants in the Eastern Region, only a handful have survived the first round, and none have ever eliminated dozens of opponents on the first day like the two of them."

"Palace Master Ye, there's no need for such modesty!"

Ye Wushuang's expression remained cold, but if you looked closely, you would find that beneath the thin layer of ice in her eyes, there was indeed a very faint warmth.

She did not deny it, but simply turned her gaze back to the map, her tone calm yet with a hint of certainty.

"They can hold out longer."

Song Tiange nodded and didn't say anything more.

The two stood side by side at the front of the viewing platform, their eyes fixed on the points of light that continued to move in the night.

The murmurs behind me continued.

The leaders of other sects in the Eastern Region gathered in twos and threes, some holding teacups, some with their arms crossed, all with similar expressions of joy on their faces.

"Who says otherwise? In previous years, when we from the Eastern Region were assigned to defend the flag, we were basically wiped out within three days. But this year, we not only survived the first day, but also managed to kill dozens of people on the other side."

"It's all thanks to Wang Long. If it weren't for his ambush tactic, the rest of us probably wouldn't have lasted this long."

"And then there's Ye Niannu. She chased the Western Regions team across most of the battlefield and managed to snatch back all three flags. Watching that scene from the observation platform was so satisfying."

Someone turned to look in Ye Wushuang's direction, their tone filled with genuine respect.

"Palace Master Ye, your Primordial Holy Palace has truly brought honor to the Eastern Region this time!"

"Yes, Palace Master Ye, after the selection competition is over, you must tell us in detail how these two were trained."

"To be honest, the Eastern Region has always been at the bottom in previous years. This year, with Wang Long and Ye Niannu around, our Eastern Region can finally stand tall in front of those major sects in the Central Region."

Ye Wushuang listened to the congratulations coming one after another, and simply nodded slightly without responding much. But her composure, which came from within, spoke volumes about her attitude more than any words.

Not far away, several elders from the Central Region were standing on the other side of the viewing platform, and naturally they also heard the commotion from the Eastern Region.

One of the middle-aged men, dressed in a dark gold robe, put down his teacup, his gaze casually sweeping over the direction of the Eastern Region spectator area, his tone carrying a hint of indifference and disdain.

"It's only the first day. Those people in the Eastern Region are celebrating too soon."

An elderly man in a gray robe beside him stroked his beard and chimed in.

"For the first team defending the flag, the most difficult time is actually after the third day."

"The opponents in the first two days were all scattered and disorganized. The real troublemakers are the teams that are already familiar with the rhythm of the battlefield."

"Of the six people left in the Eastern Region, Wang Long is indeed quite clever, and Ye Niannu is also a decent fighter, but no matter how strong they are, how long can they last?"

The middle-aged man in the dark gold robe nodded, his tone carrying an almost certain disdain.

"Once the people from the four major sects are free, they will naturally teach them a lesson."

"The Eastern Region is just the Eastern Region. Even if a few outstanding individuals emerge occasionally, it won't change the overall situation. This has been the case in every selection competition. No matter how enthusiastically they perform in the first few rounds, they will still be suppressed by the Central Region in the end."

The old man in the gray robe chuckled, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"Let them be happy for a couple of days, anyway, their happiness won't last long."

People in the observation areas of the Southern, Western, and Northern Regions were also whispering among themselves.

"Those two from the Eastern Region are indeed quite capable, but ultimately they are too few in number. The flag-guarding team only has twenty-four people, and now only six flags are still lit. No matter how good they are at fighting, they can't turn the tide."

"Indeed, in two more days, once the people from the four major sects are free to act, I'm afraid none of those six flags will be able to be saved."

"However, to be fair, the Eastern Region's start is indeed much better than in previous years."

"Strong as they may be, the champion will ultimately belong to the Central Region."

These comments drifted on the wind to the eastern viewing area. Although not harsh, they carried a deep-seated disdain.

Song Tiange naturally heard it, but he didn't turn around; he just whispered.

"Palace Master Ye, did you hear those words?"

Ye Wushuang's gaze remained fixed on the map, her voice as cold and clear as ever.

"I heard you."

"What they said isn't without merit. In terms of numbers and overall strength, the Eastern Region is indeed at a disadvantage. The pressure those two children will face will only increase."

Ye Wushuang remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, her tone calm yet unquestionable.

"Then let those who look down on the Eastern Region see clearly just how far this Eastern Region can go."

Song Tiange turned her head to look at her, a smile appearing on her lips, but she didn't say anything more.

On the map, the gray dot of light continues to move in the darkness, quietly converging in a certain direction.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ye Niannu stood under the shade of a tree, wiping the sweat from her brow, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon tinged with twilight.

She sensed something, a smile appeared on her lips, and she murmured to herself.

"My lord, you must hold on! Your servant is coming to find you."

The two people hiding in the Eastern Region became increasingly uneasy, seeing danger everywhere.

They looked panicked and had lost all will to resist.

Suddenly, a moon-white figure darted out from the shadows of the trees like a ghost, moving at an astonishing speed.

The sword light drew a long, thin arc in the night, precisely grazing the arm of the Eastern Region disciple holding the flag.

The man felt a numbness in his wrist, and the flag was flung away, landing in the grass several feet away.

Before he could react, a dark blue figure flanked him from the other side, and a solid palm strike, carrying powerful spiritual energy, accurately struck his chest.

Before he could even utter a groan, he was blasted away by the force, crashing heavily into the tree trunk behind him before sliding to the ground, his face deathly pale.

The two disciples from the Eastern Region were subdued almost simultaneously, without even a chance to resist.

The moon-white figure stopped in front of them, looking down at the two faces contorted with horror and pain.

Wang Qingyan sheathed her sword, her tone carrying a hint of satisfaction.

"As expected, there are still some who slipped through the net in the Eastern Region, one or two... but unfortunately, none of them are the people we want."

Zhao Heng walked forward slowly, his gaze sweeping over the two Eastern Region disciples who were slumped on the ground, his tone calm.

"Do you know where someone named Wang Long is?"