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

The gate to the neighboring courtyard was wide open, and seven or eight people were standing in the courtyard, clearly divided into two groups.

On one side were two young men and women dressed in Eastern Region attire, their faces flushed, clearly arguing their case but losing the argument.

On the other side were a man and a woman, dressed in luxurious clothes and arrogant, who were none other than Qin Wuyai, the holy son of the Holy Lin Sect, and Huo Yunjiao, the holy daughter.

Qin Wuyai stood with his hands behind his back, a haughty sneer on his lips, looking down at the two disciples from the Eastern Region.

"I've taken a liking to this courtyard. You either get out of here yourselves, or I'll have someone throw you out. Choose one."

"You...you're bullying me!"

The female cultivator from the Eastern Region spoke with a trembling voice, her eyes already red-rimmed, yet she still did not back down.

"Bullying someone?"

Huo Yunjiao chuckled.

"Those from the Eastern Region dare to talk about 'bullying'? In every regional selection, when have you from the Eastern Region not been eliminated in the first round? Do you even deserve to live in such a nice courtyard?"

A large number of cultivators from various regions had gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Some people watched the show with their arms crossed, some whispered among themselves, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

Such competition for accommodations is almost a given in the selection process across the entire region. As long as no one dies, no one will interfere. The strong occupy the best positions, while the weak can only shrink to the sidelines. This happens year after year.

Wang Long stood at the courtyard gate, his gaze sweeping over Qin Wuyai's smug face, then at the two Eastern Region disciples who had been cornered against the wall, before calmly stepping inside.

Ye Niannu followed closely behind, her steps light and quick, as if she had come to watch the spectacle, but there was not a trace of a smile in her peach blossom eyes.

Qin Wuyai was enjoying the exhilaration of being high above when he caught a glimpse of someone walking in. He glanced at them casually at first, then froze.

He saw Ye Niannu.

The memory of being pierced by a sword and having his spiritual body disintegrate and exit in the spiritual realm instantly flooded his mind, causing Qin Wuyai's expression to change and the arrogant smile on his lips to freeze slightly.

Ye Niannu walked up to the two disciples from the Eastern Region, turned her head slightly, and spoke in a soft but reassuring voice.

"Are you alright?"

The two disciples clearly recognized Ye Niannu and quickly shook their heads.

"It's nothing, thank you, Saintess Ye."

Seeing that her people were being ignored, Huo Yunjiao raised her eyebrows and spoke even more sharply.

"And who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of the Holy Land Sect?"

She looked Ye Niannu up and down, noticing that although her clothes were elegant, they were not the style of a major sect in the Central Region, and her tone became increasingly contemptuous.

"From the Eastern Regions?"

Qin Wuyai's expression was already quite bad. He subconsciously tugged at his companion's sleeve, his voice kept very low.

"Stop talking, let's just go to the courtyard that's been arranged!"

Ye Niannu was a formidable character who had defeated the Holy Maiden of the Qian Yuan Sect in the Spirit Realm, and Qin Wuyai knew he couldn't afford to offend her.

"Change what?"

Huo Yunjiao flung his hand away and said coldly.

"Qin Wuyai, when did you become so cowardly? You're afraid of a few people from the Eastern Region?"

As she spoke, her gaze returned to Ye Niannu, her tone full of disdain.

"Those from the Eastern Region should stay obediently in the corners. Are good courtyards for you to live in?"

Ye Niannu did not answer immediately, but slowly turned around, her peach blossom eyes meeting the saintess's gaze, her tone light and airy.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear you."

Huo Yunjiao was thoroughly enraged by her indifferent attitude, and took a step forward, shouting.

"Who do you think you are to question this holy maiden?!"

As she spoke, her spiritual energy surged suddenly, and a solid palm wind, carrying a fierce force, struck straight at Ye Niannu's face!

That palm strike was incredibly fast, clearly unleashed without any restraint, and carried undisguised rage.

Qin Wuyai's expression changed drastically. He wanted to stop them, but it was too late. He could only shout.

"stop!"

Ye Niannu didn't even move, as if she had expected this palm strike.

She merely tilted her head slightly, sidestepping the sharpest edge of the palm strike, while simultaneously raising her right hand, her fingers slightly bent, and precisely gripping the other person's wrist.

The saintess felt a sudden tightening on her wrist, followed by an irresistible force emanating from Ye Niannu's fingertips, as if she were being held in a clamp. Her entire arm went numb instantly, and the flow of spiritual energy was obstructed.

Before she could react, Ye Niannu pulled her along, and the saintess was like a leaf caught in the wind, losing her balance and stumbling forward. She tripped and fell to the ground.

The movements were swift and clean, with no obvious leakage of spiritual energy.

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

The cultivators who had been watching the spectacle were all stunned. Some opened their mouths, but no sound came out.

The saintess lay on the ground, her face flushed, both ashamed and angry. She struggled to get up, but Ye Niannu held her wrist down, preventing her from doing anything.

Qin Wuyai's face turned pale and then red. He looked at his companion lying on the ground, then at Ye Niannu. His lips moved several times, but he ultimately did not step forward.

Ye Niannu released her grip, took a half step back, patted off non-existent dust from her hands, and said in a calm tone.

"We've settled in the Eastern Region, get out of here."

Huo Yunjiao finally got up, glaring at Ye Niannu with a face full of resentment, but dared not make a move again.

Although she had a bad temper, she wasn't stupid. In their brief exchange, she realized that Ye Wushuang was stronger than her.

In this world, strength reigns supreme. No matter which domain you come from, as long as you are strong enough, you can win.

That will shut anyone up.

Seeing this, Qin Wuyai took a deep breath; Huo Yunjiao was quite clever.

He suppressed the anger and frustration surging within him, and gritted his teeth as he whispered.

"Walk!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked quickly towards the gate of the courtyard without even turning his head back.

Huo Yunjiao stomped her foot angrily, but eventually followed after them.

She turned her head and glanced at Ye Niannu, then said in a deep voice.

"The selection process isn't a one-on-one battle or a fight to the death. We'll see!"

After saying that, he ran away as if fleeing.

Ye Niannu watched the two disappear outside the courtyard gate before turning to look at Wang Long. Her cold aura vanished instantly, and she returned to her usual smiling demeanor.

"My lord?"

Wang Long smiled at Ye Niannu; she handled things very well and didn't need his help.

The two disciples from the Eastern Region then came to their senses and hurriedly bowed to thank Ye Niannu and Wang Long.

"Many thanks to Holy Son Wang and Holy Daughter Ye for their help!"

"You're welcome."

Wang Long waved his hand.

"Since we're all from the Eastern Region, we should look out for each other. Please settle in comfortably. If anyone causes trouble again, just come to us."

The two responded repeatedly, their eyes filled with gratitude.

Outside the courtyard gate, the cultivators who had been watching the commotion dispersed in twos and threes once the matter had subsided.

Some people were still whispering about what had just happened, their eyes glancing towards the Eastern Region.

Ignoring the stares, Wang Long walked out of the courtyard side by side with Ye Niannu. The evening breeze carried the unique, crisp scent of the sea of ​​clouds.

"The selection process hasn't even officially started yet, and some people are already getting impatient."

Wang Long muttered to himself.

"That's what makes it more interesting."

Ye Niannu raised her eyebrows, her tone filled with anticipation.

"Since they look down on the Eastern Region, let's show them that this generation of the Eastern Region is different."