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

The man in black robes said nothing more, turned and walked into the depths of the secret chamber, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Zhao Pojun knelt on the ground, holding the puppetry scroll in his hand, a smug smile on his lips.

"Da Qian, Luo Hanyi..."

He muttered to himself, a crazed glint in his eyes.

"They will all belong to me, Zhao Pojun!"

Once he breaks through to the Grandmaster level, his lifespan will be two or three hundred years, and the issue of having offspring will be no problem at all!

Qin Minglan lay on the bed, fast asleep, a satisfied smile on her face.

Wang Long, supporting his back, slowly walked back to his courtyard. He truly had no more drops left.

Pushing open the courtyard gate and entering the main room, Wang Long plopped down on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

"This day has been so exhausting, I'm almost dead. I wonder if there are any kidney-tonifying pills in this world."

"Give me an iron kidney, that'll do!"

Wang Long muttered to himself but didn't rush to lie down and rest.

Wang Long spent the whole day with the two women and didn't even have time to look at the reward he had just received.

Wang Long closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the space opened up by the system within his body.

The space was small, about ten feet in diameter, with the four walls ethereal and indistinct, as if shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

In the very center of the space, a simple and ancient sword case floats.

The sword case is about three feet long and eight inches wide. It is dark brown all over and covered with dense ancient inscriptions, emitting a faint golden luster.

Wanglong didn't recognize any of the inscribed characters, but he could sense a profound and mysterious power contained within them.

With a thought, Wang Long suddenly opened his eyes.

The sword case flew out of the space and landed steadily on the ground in front of him.

Wang Long looked down at the sword box and reached out to touch it.

It feels warm and smooth to the touch, like caressing a piece of warm jade, or touching the skin of a living creature.

The inscription on the surface of the sword case lit up slightly the moment his fingers touched it, then dimmed again.

Wang Long's heart stirred, and he placed his palm on the groove on the front of the sword box, slowly channeling his spiritual power into it.

hum~

The sword case emitted a low hum.

One inscription after another lit up, and golden light flowed across the surface of the sword case, making the entire room shine with a golden glow.

click-

With a crisp click of a mechanism, the lid of the sword case slowly opened.

Nine beams of light shot out from the sword box, hovering in mid-air, lined up in a row.

Wang Long stared wide-eyed at the scene before him.

Nine swords hovered in front of him.

Each one has a long, slender blade, and its entire body is shimmering with light.

It exuded the unique pressure of a Heaven-Rank Spiritual Artifact, making it difficult for Wang Long to breathe.

"Low-grade Heavenly Rank..."

Wang Long muttered to himself, his cloudy old eyes filled with shock.

These nine swords are all low-grade Heaven-rank spiritual weapons, and their value is immeasurable!

Even the royal family couldn't possibly produce all of these at once.

Wang Long could sense that there was some strange connection between the nine swords.

They are like a whole, echoing and resonating with each other.

"Merge..."

A thought suddenly popped into Wang Long's mind.

Without any hesitation, he immediately activated his spiritual power and poured it into the nine swords.

hum~

The nine swords simultaneously emitted a buzzing sound, which grew louder and more rapid.

The next moment, all nine swords moved simultaneously.

They spun, danced, and intertwined in the air, like nine dragons of different colors, entwining and merging with each other.

The nine colors gradually merged into one during the fusion process, eventually transforming into a dazzling golden light.

The light dissipated.

A sword hovered in front of Wang Long.

The sword is three feet and three inches long, golden in color, with nine different colored patterns flowing across it, appearing and disappearing.

The hilt of the sword is engraved with two small ancient seal characters: Tiangang.

The aura of the Heavenly Gang Sword was more than ten times stronger than before.

Heavenly Grade Supreme Spiritual Artifact!

Wang Long reached out and grasped the sword hilt.

The moment he touched it, a warm spiritual energy surged from the sword into his body, flowing and circulating along the meridians of his Chaotic Saint Body.

That spiritual energy was profound and pure, carrying an indescribable sharpness, and it resonated strangely with the Zhuxian Sword embryo within his body.

The Zhuxian Sword Embryo vibrated violently in the sea of ​​consciousness, emitting a sharp sword cry.

The sound of the sword pierced through his consciousness, echoing in Wang Long's mind, making his eardrums buzz.

Before Wang Long could react, the Heavenly Gang Sword in his hand suddenly trembled.

A silvery-white light emanated from the sword, swirling, condensing, and contracting in the air...

In the end, it transformed into a tiny figure.

It was a little girl.

She was only a dozen centimeters tall, wearing a silver-white dress, and her hair was also silver-white, tied in two small buns.

Her face was round and fair, and her eyes were big and round.

It was currently hovering in the air, tilting its head and looking at Wang Long.

"Owner?"

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a silver bell, with a hint of confusion and curiosity.

Wang Long froze, his face filled with shock!

A spirit... a vessel?

The Nine Heavenly Swords actually gave birth to a weapon spirit?

Wang Long looked at the little figure in front of him, his cloudy old eyes filled with confusion.

The spirit landed slowly in Wang Long's palm, sat cross-legged, looked up at him, its big eyes sparkling, and its two little pigtails swaying gently in the night breeze.

"Master, why are you being so silly?"

Wang Long opened his mouth, but was too excited to utter a single word.

As far as he knew, the birth of a spirit was an extremely long and mysterious process.

Moreover, when the spirit of the artifact is first formed, it is a kind of ethereal gas, which gradually transforms into the form of various spirit beasts during the process of nurturing the spirit.

Humanoid artifact spirits are one in a million!

For a magical artifact to develop a humanoid spirit, it requires not only time but also a special opportunity.

The spirit born from Wang Long's Nine Heavenly Swords was originally in human form. Who would believe that?

"Master, you've been staring at me for a long time. Is there something on my face?"

The spirit tilted its head and reached out to touch its face.

Wang Long finally regained his voice.

Seeing that he didn't react, the spirit tilted its head and called out again.

"Master? Can you hear me?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her little hand and waved it in front of Wang Long.

Wang Long finally came to his senses, swallowed hard, and his voice trembled slightly.

"You...you are really the spirit of the Nine Heavenly Swords?"

The spirit nodded, and its two little pigtails swayed, looking incredibly cute.

"Yes, I am the spirit formed by the fusion of the Immortal Execution Sword Embryo and the Nine Heavenly Swords, and I am one with my master."

As she spoke, she floated up from Wang Long's palm, landed on Wang Long's shoulder, plopped down, and swung her legs back and forth.

"Master, why do you look so surprised?"

Wang Long opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

My hands trembled with excitement.

This system is really great!

I never expected there would be after-sales service. This Zhuxian Sword Embryo and the Nine Heavenly Swords can be fused together to create such a heaven-defying weapon spirit.

Wang Long reached out his hand.

Upon seeing this, the spirit pressed its chubby little face against Wang Long's palm, rubbing against it repeatedly.

So cute!

"What's your name?"

Wang Long looked at the little person sitting on his shoulders.

The spirit shook its head.

"I don't have a name yet, Master!"

She looked at Wang Long with anticipation.

Wang Long instantly understood and began to think, resting his chin on his hand.

"Since it's related to the Zhuxian Sword Embryo, how about I call you Little Fairy?"