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

Chen Yuanzhi and Zhou Mingxuan ran headlong through the morning mist, neither daring to look back. The oppressive feeling behind them, like a cold snake, lingered not far behind, neither fast nor slow, yet they could not shake it off.

The two couldn't hold Wang Long back, so they thought they should continue to enforce the fishing law with him.

We can't be eliminated here.

"Faster! Faster!"

Chen Yuanzhi lowered his voice; his throat was already dry from running.

Zhou Mingxuan did not answer, but gritted his teeth and poured all the remaining spiritual power in his body into his entire body.

They ran in the direction Wang Long indicated for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, when the terrain ahead suddenly narrowed. The low hills on both sides, like two arms clasped together, forced their way into a narrow valley that could only accommodate two people side by side.

Chen Yuanzhi paused, his heart sinking as he had a sudden, ominous premonition.

Seeing this, Zhou Mingxuan also stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked ahead.

Alarms blared on both of them, their spiritual energy surging, ready for battle at any moment!

At the entrance to the valley, two figures stood on either side of the boundary between the morning light and shadow.

The person on the left was tall and thin, with a pale and delicate face. He wore a dark purple robe with twisted dark patterns embroidered on the cuffs, which fluttered slightly in the morning breeze.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves, his posture relaxed, as if he were waiting for someone, or as if he had just happened to walk by while taking a casual stroll.

The person on the right wore a black gauze dress, the hem of which trailed on the dew-covered grass, yet not a speck of mud remained.

She held a closed black umbrella in her hand, the ribs gleaming with a cold light. When her gaze fell on Chen Yuanzhi and Zhou Mingxuan, it was with an almost indifferent calmness, as if she were looking at two objects that were destined to be scrapped.

The Holy Son of the Kunyin Sect, Yin Jiuyou.

The Holy Maiden, Liu Ruyan.

Chen Yuanzhi's throat bobbed slightly, and he involuntarily stopped. Zhou Mingxuan behind him also stopped, and the two stood side by side at the entrance of the valley, caught in a dilemma.

Yin Jiuyou glanced at them, as if confirming something, then clicked her tongue lightly, her tone carrying a hint of nonchalant disappointment.

"After running around for so long, I thought it was a big fish, but it turned out to be just two without flags."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Liu Ruyan.

"What about over there?"

Liu Ruyan shook her head slightly, her voice cold and clear.

"They didn't have any flags, so I don't know if they had any on them."

"Just kill them, then we'll know if there's any left!"

Before he finished speaking, two thin, dark needles shot out silently from Yin Jiuyou's sleeve, moving so fast that their trails were almost invisible.

Chen Yuanzhi felt a chill in his chest. When he looked down, he saw that the thin needle had already penetrated the fabric of his left shoulder. Before he could react, a cold aura flowed into his meridians from the tip of the needle.

It felt like ice water flowing backwards through my veins, instantly making my limbs numb and stiff.

He opened his mouth, as if to shout something, but only managed a muffled groan before his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees.

Zhou Mingxuan held on for half a breath longer than him. He subconsciously held the broken spear in front of him to block, but another thin needle precisely grazed his wrist, causing his spiritual power to dissipate instantly, and he swayed and fell to the ground.

The two knelt down almost simultaneously on the gravelly ground of the valley, their bodies stiff, unable even to lift a finger.

Liu Ruyan walked up to them, bent down to check their condition, and confirmed that the poison from the two needles had completely sealed their ability to move. She then straightened up and shook her head at Yin Jiuyou.

"No flags found, searched the area."

Yin Jiuyou turned around, too lazy to even look at them again, and couldn't help but spit.

"What bad luck!"

He raised his hand, and a dark light surged from his palm, enveloping Chen Yuanzhi and Zhou Mingxuan.

The light of the teleportation gradually brightened, engulfing the two like an invisible tide. Chen Yuanzhi mustered his last bit of strength in that light, raised his head, and looked in the direction of Yin Jiuyou and Liu Ruyan. His voice, though hoarse and weak, carried a stubborn certainty.

"Don't be so smug... Wang Shengzi will get revenge for us."

Upon hearing this, Yin Jiuyou paused, turning her head to glance at him. A faint, almost emotionless smile appeared on her delicate face.

"King Saint Son? Oh, your Holy Son from the Primordial Holy Palace of the Eastern Region."

He seemed to be savoring something interesting, his tone languid.

"He is indeed somewhat interesting, but..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but simply raised his hand and waved it casually. A dark purple spiritual energy, like an invisible chain, silently wrapped around Chen Yuanzhi and Zhou Mingxuan's ankles.

The two of them suddenly felt their feet sink, and they were as if they were nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, a teleportation beam shone from beneath their feet, quickly spreading throughout their entire bodies.

The light engulfed their vision, and the two figures vanished from their spot in an instant.

Eliminated!

Yin Jiuyou withdrew his hand, his gaze casually sweeping over the spot where the two beams of light had disappeared, before settling on the distant hills shrouded in morning mist.

Beside him, Liu Ruyan folded her black umbrella, her tone indifferent.

"We've only received one flag so far; we're really lagging behind."

Yin Jiuyou laughed.

"No rush, take your time. The real slaughter will begin when everyone in the Eastern Region is eliminated!"

He said this while gazing into the distance.

"Those two holy sons and daughters from the Eastern Region, one is named Wang Long, and the other is named Ye Niannu..."

Yin Jiuyou repeated the two names in a low voice, his tone carrying a thoughtful interest.

"If they could make Zhao Heng and Wang Qingyan suffer in the Spirit Realm and still hold out this long in this flag-defending battle, they must have more than just one flag, right?"

Liu Ruyan reopened the black umbrella, shielding her from the increasingly bright sunlight overhead.

"You want to go and meet them?"

"Anyway, I'm just idling around."

Yin Jiuyou turned around and walked towards Wang Long's direction, her steps still so light they were almost silent.

"Go and find out what they're really made of."

Liu Ruyan didn't say much, she just held up her umbrella and followed.

Two figures, one after the other, silently disappeared into the morning mist, quietly approaching the area where the aftershocks of the battle had not yet completely dissipated.

On the other side of the viewing platform, a team leader from the Southern Region glanced in the direction of the Eastern Region's viewing area, his tone carrying a hint of casual judgment.

"Only two people are left. This round in the Eastern Region is almost over."

"Being able to hold out until the third day is already much better than in previous years, but that's it. The four major sects of the Central Region haven't really exerted their full strength yet. Once they're free to do so, it will be a miracle if those two can last for two more days."

"That Ye Niannu is indeed powerful, but no matter how fast she runs, she can't withstand being surrounded from all sides. As for Wang Long, even if he defeats Lu Chen, Lu Chen is ultimately just a person from the Western Regions. The holy sons and daughters of the Central Regions are much more troublesome than Lu Chen."

Similar discussions quietly spread around the Eastern Region Observation Zone, carrying a deep-rooted certainty.

In their view, the miracle of the Eastern Regions had come to an end.

After eliminating Lu Chen on the battlefield, Wang Long did not linger. He sheathed his sword and moved swiftly towards the southeast.

He could feel Ye Niannu's aura approaching him, and the distance between them was rapidly shrinking.

After crossing two low ridges and going around a dense forest, he finally saw the light green figure beside a stream.

Ye Niannu was squatting by the stream, scooping up water to wash her face. Hearing footsteps, she looked up, saw Wang Long, and grinned at him.

She flew quickly to Wang Long, threw herself into his arms, and smiled radiantly.

"My lord, you've come at the perfect time; I was just about to look for you."

Wang Long squatted down beside her, and the two leaned side by side against a rock that had been smoothed by the stream.

"Now only the two of us are left in the Eastern Region."

On the viewing platform, the huge map of light and shadow clearly showed two golden points of light moving slowly along the stream. Surrounded by countless gray and black shadows, they stood out conspicuously and resolutely.

In the Eastern Region spectator area, several team leaders clenched their fists, and one of them whispered something.

"Hang in there..."

Song Tiange stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze never leaving the two moving points of light.

Ye Wushuang stood beside him, her fingertips gently stroking the edge of her sleeve. In her clear, cold eyes, two faint lights on the map were reflected, quiet and focused.

The first round of the nationwide selection, day three.

Only two people remain in the Eastern Region.

The real highlight is just beginning.