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

"Eastern Region! Eastern Region has won!"

"Forty-eight points! A crushing victory! Never before seen in history!"

"My God... Two people, in seven days, eliminated hundreds of people from the other four major domains? Is this something a human could do?"

"That Wang Long... and Ye Niannu... what kind of monsters are they?!"

The discussions surged like a tide, quickly rising from whispers to a near-boiling point.

The contestants from various regions stood in twos and threes in different parts of the square, with different expressions: some were confused, some were unwilling, some were shocked, and a few were filled with sincere admiration.

Wang Long ignored the stares and, holding Ye Niannu's hand, walked steadily toward the Eastern Region spectator area.

The Eastern Region spectator area has completely erupted in chaos.

The leaders of the various sects had long since abandoned all pretense of decorum. Some of them jumped over the railing and rushed out, some slapped their thighs and laughed uncontrollably, and some had red eyes but were still trying their best not to lose their composure.

"Holy Son Wang! Holy Daughter Ye! You are simply... simply the pride of the Eastern Region!"

"Forty-eight points! I've lived most of my life and never imagined that our Eastern Region could win first place in the first round of the all-region selection!"

"Hahahaha! Did you see the faces of those people from the Central Region? They looked like they'd swallowed flies!"

Song Tiange stood at the front of the crowd, his hands behind his back, his face still showing his calm and composed demeanor. But if you looked closely, you would find that the curve of his lips was much deeper than usual.

He approached Wang Long and Ye Niannu, stopped in front of them, lingered on Wang Long for a moment, then glanced at Ye Niannu, and nodded slightly, his voice carrying an unusual solemnity.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Wang Long released Ye Niannu's hand and bowed to Song Tiange with clasped hands.

"Lord Song, you flatter me. I only did what I was supposed to do."

Ye Niannu smiled at Song Tiange as well, her tone light and cheerful.

"Yeah, those guys weren't that hard to beat, there were just a lot of them."

Looking at her nonchalant demeanor, Song Tiange couldn't help but chuckle, shook his head, and said nothing more.

Ye Wushuang stepped out from behind the crowd, her white dress fluttering gently in the breeze. Her face remained aloof, but her eyes now held a faint, almost imperceptible, gentle light.

She walked up to Ye Niannu, reached out and gently smoothed her wind-blown hair.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Ye Niannu was slightly taken aback by her action, then her eyebrows curved into a smile, like a cat that had stolen a fish, her voice soft and coquettish.

"Master, don't worry, I'm fine!"

Ye Wushuang nodded slightly, then looked at Wang Long again, paused for a moment, and lowered her voice a few decibels than before.

"You've worked hard too."

Wang Long met her cool, clear eyes, smiled, and said frankly.

"It wasn't hard work, it was quite interesting."

Ye Wushuang didn't say anything more, but the relaxation emanating from her was enough to show her current mood.

Leaders and disciples from other sects in the Eastern Region also gathered around, chattering amongst themselves.

"Holy Prince Wang! Your 'Righteous Qi Technique - Breaking the Formation' move just now was truly awe-inspiring!"

"Yeah! We could feel the pressure even from across the stands!"

"Saintess Ye, that part where you chased after that Kunyin Sect guy was absolutely exhilarating!"

"In this round of the all-domain selection, our Eastern Region has finally been able to hold its head high!"

Wang Long was surrounded by the crowd, responding to their enthusiastic words one by one.

He also offered words of comfort to the disciples who were eliminated from their respective sects, soothing their emotions and telling them that they could contact him if they needed any pills later, and he could provide them at any time.

Everyone admired him even more, thinking that if they got a ranking in this regional selection, Wang Long would definitely be the one to deserve the most credit.

As Wang Long was speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure walking briskly from the other side of the square.

The woman was dressed in a moon-white long dress, her face was so cold it seemed like it could freeze over, her eyes were slightly red, but she still held her head high and walked very fast, rushing straight towards Wang Long. It was Wang Qingyan.

Not far behind her, Zhao Heng was following quickly, looking somewhat helpless, but still catching up in a long stride.

The surrounding noise seemed to be cut by something, instantly becoming quieter, and everyone's eyes turned to the moon-white figure.

Wang Qingyan abruptly stopped a few steps in front of Wang Long, her chest heaving slightly. Her eyes, filled with arrogance and anger, were fixed on Wang Long, as if trying to etch his image into her gaze.

"Wang Long!"

Her voice trembled with suppressed emotion, but there was no sobbing; it was more like a suppressed anger and resentment.

"I admit it! You won this round! A beautiful win! I have nothing to say!"

She bit her lip and raised her voice slightly.

"But don't get cocky! The regional qualifiers aren't over yet! I'll give it my all in the remaining matches! I will definitely beat you! You just wait!"

After she finished speaking, it was as if she had poured out all the emotions that had been building up all day. Her chest heaved violently twice, but she still held her head high, showing no sign of backing down.

There was a moment of silence, followed by a few hushed whispers.

Wang Long looked at her calmly, and after a moment spoke softly.

"Alright, I'll be waiting."

Wang Qingyan was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't expected him to respond so readily. She opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

At this moment, Zhao Heng finally arrived at her side, reached out and gently tugged at her sleeve, his voice carrying a hint of helpless gentleness.

"Qingyan, stop talking."

Wang Qingyan glanced at him, then turned back to glare at Wang Long. In the end, she didn't say anything more, just snorted, and turned to stride towards the Qian Yuan Sect.

Zhao Heng nodded slightly to Wang Long, his tone calm yet carrying a hint of sincerity.

"Wang Shengzi, you are indeed more skilled this round. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly. If we meet again in the next round, I will not hold back, and you should not hold back either."

"it is good."

Zhao Heng didn't say anything more, turned around and followed Wang Qingyan's back. The two of them merged into the crowd of Qian Yuan Sect one after the other, and soon disappeared from sight.

The atmosphere around them became lively again, and the people from the Eastern Region were still excitedly discussing what had just happened. Some said that Wang Qingyan was "stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside," some said that Zhao Heng was "quite a gentleman," and others said that "Sage Wang is truly extraordinary."

Just then, a fine and deep ripple suddenly appeared in the space above the square.

The ripples spread silently, carrying an undeniable sense of weight, as if an unseen hand was gently manipulating the rules of this world.

At the same moment, everyone's voices fell silent, and all the eyes that had been buzzing with discussion turned to the sky.

A figure slowly emerged from the spatial rift, dressed in a green robe with white hair and a gentle expression.

The Great Emperor Changsheng, Ji Changgeng, reappeared before everyone. His appearance was still unhurried, as leisurely as taking a stroll after a meal, but the moment he landed, he completely suppressed the noise in the entire square.