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

These tasks should have been done by Zhao Hu and his two companions.

Wang Long was used to being bossed around by them.

He's just an old servant who can't cultivate, he has no right to say no.

But now...

Wang Longtai completely ignored the three of them, without moving an inch.

Zhao Humen shrank back, his heart filled with rage.

In the past, Wang Long would always bow and scrape before them, and he was very obedient.

Today is really weird!

Sun San stepped forward and reached out to push Wang Long, his tone very impatient.

"Old man, Tiger is doing you a favor by making you work, and you still dare to—"

Before he could finish speaking, his hand was suddenly gripped by a calloused hand.

Sun San was taken aback. He looked down and saw Wang Long's cloudy old eyes staring at him.

That look in his eyes was different from usual.

Before Sun San could react, a tremendous force suddenly came from his wrist!

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bones cracking echoed in the stable.

"ah--!!!"

Sun San let out a pig-like scream as he was thrown three or four zhang (approximately 10-12 meters) away, crashing heavily onto the wooden stakes of the stable, where he immediately lost consciousness.

Zhao Hu and Qian Er's smiles froze on their faces.

They stared wide-eyed at Wang Long, then at the unconscious Sun San, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

"You...you..."

Zhao Hu pointed at Wang Long, his fingers trembling.

Wang Long loosened his grip and loosened his wrist.

The power of the Chaos Creation Saint Body was even stronger than he had imagined.

He didn't even use much force just now.

Wang Long grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Zhao Hu's expression changed drastically. He was just an ordinary person with some strength; how could he possibly be a match for Wang Long?

Just as Zhao Hu was in a daze, a sharp gust of wind rushed towards him!

He didn't even see how Wang Long moved; he only felt a tightness in his chest, and then he flew out like a kite with a broken string!

"Bang!"

Zhao Hu crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to get up, but to no avail.

Upon seeing this, Qian Er's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud in front of Wang Long.

"Lord Wang... Lord Wang, spare me! Spare me!"

He kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead hitting the blue bricks with a loud thud.

Wang Long walked up to Zhao Hu, squatted down, and looked at his terrified face.

"Tiger, are you trying to teach this old man a lesson?"

Zhao Hu trembled all over, and the fat on his face twitched.

"Master Wang... I was blind and looked down on you, please forgive me..."

Wang Long reached out and patted his face with a smile.

In Zhao Hu's eyes, Wang Long's smile was extremely creepy.

Two light slaps, neither too hard nor too soft, but they terrified Zhao Hu.

"I can spare you."

Wang Long stood up and made a gesture as if counting money.

Zhao Hu was stunned for a moment, then nodded frantically:

"Yes, yes, yes! I understand!"

He frantically pulled a money pouch from his pocket and presented it to Wang Long with both hands.

Qian Er quickly took out his money bag and, together with what he had found on Sun San, respectfully placed it in front of Wang Long.

Wang Long weighed it in his hand; it contained about a dozen taels of loose silver and some copper coins.

For ordinary people, that's not a small amount.

"Get out of here, and remember, you can't skimp on your monthly filial piety payments from now on!"

Zhao Hu and Qian Er felt as if they had been granted a pardon. After thanking Wang Long profusely, they helped the unconscious Sun San up and ran away in a panic.

Wang Long looked at the money bag in his hand, lost in thought.

With this money, I can buy some body-tempering elixir to improve my physical strength and become a martial artist as soon as possible!

First grade: Body tempering; second grade: Blood tempering; third grade: Bone tempering!

He needs to improve his strength as soon as possible.

That woman, Luo Hanyi... is so fickle!

Wang Long squinted.

Once you've tasted meat, you can't eat vegetables!

Once she finds a better partner for dual cultivation, he, this "old servant," will be of no value to her.

When the time comes, she'll turn her back on you and kill you as easily as crushing an ant.

Wang Long gripped his money bag tightly.

He must make her unable to leave him.

Or... become powerful enough that she is no match for him.

Thinking of this, Wang Long smiled bitterly.

Even with the Chaos Creation Saint Body, it would take a very long time to catch up with Luo Hanyi.

Wang Long took a deep breath, suppressed his distracting thoughts, returned to the stable, sat cross-legged, and opened the "Yin Yang Harmony Manual".

As he carefully opened the book, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

This technique is truly exquisite!

Apart from the most basic introductory chapter, which can be studied alone, each subsequent level requires joint study by men and women, and the balance of yin and yang; neither can be omitted.

If someone is greedy for quick success and tries to cultivate alone, at best their true energy will backfire and their meridians will be severed; at worst, their power will be completely destroyed, and they will become a cripple!

Immediately afterwards!

Wang Long was surprised to find that, with the blessing of the Chaos Creation Saint Body, cultivating this dual cultivation technique was effortless.

You've mastered it in the blink of an eye!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth seeped into his body in strands, flowing through his meridians and strengthening his body little by little.

Time passed slowly.

I don't know how much time passed.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The dilapidated wooden door of the stable was kicked open, and the door panel flew out and smashed into the haystack.

Wang Long suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the door.

A stunningly beautiful young woman stood at the doorway, her slender yet strong figure clad in a pale yellow outfit, with a silver silk belt cinching her waist, making her waist appear even more delicate and slender.

Her black hair was tied high in a ponytail and secured with a white jade hairpin. A few stray strands of hair were blown away by the morning breeze and clung to her slightly flushed cheeks.

His features were exquisitely beautiful, exuding an undisguised arrogance and haughtiness.

Her almond-shaped eyes, round and bright, were wide open at that moment, as if they were filled with fire, and she looked at everyone with disdain.

Wearing a pair of deerskin boots, with his hands on his hips, he stared intently at Wang Long.

Wang Long recognized him at a glance.

The person who arrived was none other than Qin Minglan, the younger sister of the Marquis of Zhenbei.

The eldest daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei.

The most untouchable little tyrant in the entire Marquis's mansion.

【Ding! 】

Just then, a completely emotionless mechanical voice suddenly rang in Wang Long's mind.

[Top-tier Daoist partner detected: Qin Minglan!]

[Appearance: SSS (Bright eyes, gentle and fragrant)]

[Qualification: SS (Exceptional talent, Rank 3 at age 20)]

[Bloodline: SS (Azure Scale Spirit Vein, Dual Mastery of Wind and Thunder)]

[Personality: S (Arrogant, domineering, haughty, simple-minded, responds better to gentle persuasion than force)]

Overall Rating: SS+

[Critical hit successful. Reward: Nine Heavenly Swords (Heavenly Rank Spiritual Weapon)]

Wang Long gasped.

It wasn't because of the reward, but because this little girl's aptitude was actually higher than Luo Hanyi's!

Twenty years old, a third-rank martial artist.

What does this mean?

A third-rank martial artist in the Great Qian Dynasty would be at least a centurion in the army.

Those old guys who have cultivated diligently for decades may never even reach the threshold of the third rank before they die.

And this girl achieved that at the age of twenty.

Wang Long licked his chapped lips.

In the years since the death of the Marquis of Zhenbei, Qin Minglan has been raised by Luo Hanyi.

In Luo Hanyi's heart, Qin Minglan was just as important as her daughter.

If anyone dares to touch a single hair on Qin Minglan's head, Luo Hanyi can make them return to this world.

But the reward here...

It's so tempting!

These spiritual artifacts are divided into four qualities: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. Some Heaven-rank spiritual artifacts have the opportunity to give birth to a spirit and transform into a divine weapon.

With divine weapons in hand, crossing borders to slay enemies is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables!

As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold. If Wang Long can win over this little girl, his strength will increase significantly!

"Hey! You old geezer, I'm talking to you, are you deaf?!"

At this moment, Qin Minglan's pleasant yet arrogant voice rang in Wang Long's ears.

Wang Long came to his senses and stared intently at Qin Minglan.

His eyes gleamed, and he wished he could take her right there and then!