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

Wang Long opened his eyes and met her gaze.

"So a lot of people will be unable to sleep tonight."

Ye Niannu smiled and leaned back against the tree root.

"Then let them have even more trouble sleeping."

Night was falling.

In the dense forest, Yin Jiuyou stood on a horizontal branch of a giant tree, his gaze passing through layers of branches and leaves, looking towards the depression surrounded by ancient trees in the distance.

His figure almost blended into the night, but his eyes were exceptionally clear, the dark pupils reflecting the direction where Wang Long and Ye Niannu were.

A faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of spiritual energy emanated from his body, blending into the darkness like a thin mist.

Liu Ruyan stood a few steps behind him on a tree branch, still holding the black umbrella in her hand, her tone calm.

"They've been resting there for almost two hours without changing positions, which doesn't seem like they're deliberately trying to lure us in."

Yin Jiuyou did not answer immediately; his gaze remained fixed in that direction, as if he were judging something.

After a moment, he looked away.

Liu Ruyan did not refute, but simply nodded slightly and closed her black umbrella.

As night deepened, the wind rustled through the dense forest, masking the lurking gazes and footsteps of those who lay in wait.

The next morning, as dawn broke, a misty fog enveloped the entire battlefield.

Wang Long opened his eyes and felt that his spiritual energy had recovered to its best state after a night of recuperation, and his mental energy was as clear and sharp as if it had been washed by dew.

He stood up, stretched his wrists, and looked at the distant mountain ridge shrouded in morning mist.

Ye Niannu also woke up. She patted the fallen leaves clinging to her skirt, smiled, and spoke in a light tone.

"It's the last day, my lord, how should we fight?"

Wang Long stretched his limbs and then walked towards a direction in the morning mist.

"Go find Zhao Heng first."

Ye Niannu quickly followed, her tone filled with curiosity and excitement.

"Looking for Zhao Heng? Not one of those people who are likely to be alone?"

"It's the last day, there's no need to hide anymore."

Wang Long's tone was calm, yet carried a sense of certainty.

"Eliminate them all, and we'll automatically win after seven days."

Ye Niannu's peach blossom eyes curved into a smile.

"Good, I love your domineering appearance, my lord."

The two no longer tried to conceal their presence, and walked eastward along the ridge with light and confident steps. The morning mist flowed around them, enveloping them.

Soon, spies discovered their trail, and the news spread rapidly among various factions like pebbles thrown into water.

After traveling through the morning mist for about half an hour, Wang Long and Ye Niannu saw a dark golden figure standing with his hands behind his back on a low hill ahead, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Zhao Heng stood there, his robes fluttering gently in the morning breeze. His gaze passed through the morning mist and landed on the two figures walking towards him, a faint glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.

Wang Long stopped at the foot of the hill and looked up at him.

Through the morning mist, the two were about several dozen feet apart.

Zhao Heng spoke first, his tone calm, yet carrying a hint of solemnity.

"I knew you would come."

Wang Long didn't reply, but simply raised his right hand slightly, and a pale golden light sword formed from spiritual energy appeared in his palm.

The sword trembled slightly, emitting a very faint hum, like a silent announcement.

When Zhao Heng saw the lightsaber, a faint smile appeared on his lips. He then slowly drew the dark gold longsword from his waist, its blade gleaming with a warm yet cold light in the morning glow.

"Then let's go."

The two moved at almost the same moment.

The dark golden blade light and the pale golden sword shadow collided in the morning mist, producing a muffled yet clear boom. The shockwave spread out like ripples, tearing apart and then closing up the surrounding morning mist.

Zhao Heng's sword strikes were as steady as a mountain, each slash carrying a heavy spiritual pressure, like a collapsing mountain crushing down on Wang Long.

Wang Long's swordsmanship was agile and precise. He constantly weaved through the gaps in the flashes of his blade, and each counterattack was like a venomous snake, directly targeting Zhao Heng's weak points in his defense, forcing his opponent to constantly change his moves.

The two figures rapidly intersected, collided, separated, and then collided again on the open ground below the hill, like two chess pieces constantly clashing on a chessboard.

Zhao Heng's aura was calm and focused, and each transition between offense and defense was smoother than the last, clearly showing that he was restraining his impatience.

Despite the intense competition, Wang Long maintained his composure and focus, executing each block and counterattack with precision and stability.

The two fought for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, neither of them retreating even a step, leaving behind trenches on the ground carved out by their spiritual power and sword energy.

Just then, a silvery-white light suddenly shone through the morning mist, cutting into the battlefield from the side like a shooting star!

It was a silver spear, its tip wreathed in sharp spiritual energy fluctuations, aimed straight at Zhao Heng's side!

Zhao Heng was clearly caught off guard by this attack, and he had to interrupt his fight with Wang Long, suddenly turning sideways to parry with his sword.

clang!

With a crisp clang of metal clashing, Zhao Heng was jolted back several steps by the impact. His expression darkened slightly as he looked toward the direction from which the spear tip had come.

In the morning mist, Yang Tieyi slowly emerged, his silver spear trembling slightly in his hand, the tip slicing through the air and leaving a long, thin arc of light.

"This is quite timely."

His tone was somewhat casual, and his gaze swept between Zhao Heng and Wang Long, as if assessing the best time to make a move.

Wang Long sheathed his sword, took a half-step back, and his gaze also fell on this uninvited guest.

Zhao Heng's expression darkened slightly. Ling Feng had not yet appeared, but Yang Tieyi had already joined the battle.

The situation has become more complicated.

The three stood in a triangle, none of them making a move immediately, and a tense stillness filled the air.

Just then, a gentle voice came from high up in the hills.

"Oh dear, why does a fight break out the moment I arrive?"

Ling Feng appeared at the top of the hill at some point, looking down at the scene below with his usual relaxed and leisurely tone.

He still didn't hold a sword, his hands casually resting in front of him. His gaze swept from Wang Long to Zhao Heng, then over Yang Tieyi, as if he were watching a show.

Zhao Heng took a deep breath, slowly straightened up, his gaze swept over everyone present, and then landed on Wang Long, his voice calm.

"It seems today's battle will be much more exciting than I expected."

Wang Long did not answer.

In the distance, the morning mist was still flowing.

On the open ground below the hill, four figures each occupied a corner, sizing each other up through a layer of air shrouded in morning mist.

The wind blows down from the top of the hill, carrying the unique crispness of the early morning.

Ling Feng's appearance was like a pebble thrown into boiling water. He didn't rush to make a move, nor did he clearly state which side he was on. He just stood there leisurely, as if waiting for the right opportunity.

Yang Tieyi broke the silence first, looking at Wang Long with a straightforward and frank tone.

"There are only two of you left in the Eastern Region. Logically speaking, I should join forces with the others to eliminate you first."

As he spoke, he changed the subject, his tone becoming slightly amused.

"However, I've never liked following the rules."

Zhao Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not speak.

Wang Long looked at Yang Tieyi, and after a moment, he smiled, his tone carrying a sense of equal composure.

"So how do you want to fight?"