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

The moment the teleportation light dissipated, Wang Long's feet once again touched the warm white jade bricks of Sendai Square.

Sunlight streamed down through gaps in the clouds, landing warmly on his shoulders, a stark contrast to the cold, empty gray plain he had just been on.

He squinted slightly, adjusting his eyes to the light for a moment, before slowly opening them.

The square was already full of people.

The people from the Eastern Region were the first to surround him. Zhou Yanzhi, Chen Yuanzhi, and the disciples who were eliminated in the second round squeezed to the front, their faces filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster. They shouted "Holy Son Wang" all at once. Some reached out to help him, some handed him water, and some took out pills and stuffed them into his hand.

Wang Long waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

He glanced down at the golden fluffy ball in his arms. Little Chirp was curled up in a ball, breathing heavily and weakly, clearly exhausted from the battle just now.

Wang Long sensed that the mark on the back of his hand was dull and lifeless, and Xiao Xian'er's aura was so weak that he could hardly detect it.

"Three days..."

He muttered something to himself and pulled Xiao Qiu even closer.

Ye Niannu had already squeezed through the crowd.

Her face was still a little pale, and the wounds on her shoulder and waist had been given basic treatment. She had changed into a clean light blue dress, and her black hair was tied up again. Although she looked a little tired, she was in pretty good spirits.

She walked up to Wang Long, tilted her head to look him over, and then reached out and gently poked his cheek.

"My lord, we've won."

"Yes, we won."

Wang Long looked at her, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

"I'll cook the meal I promised you when I get back."

Ye Niannu's eyes lit up instantly, her peach blossom eyes curving into crescents. She reached out and took his arm, resting her head on his shoulder, her voice carrying a hint of lazy satisfaction.

"That's settled then! I want honey-roasted spirit bird, steamed spirit fish, spirit mushroom stewed spirit pigeon, and that spirit venison from last time..."

"Okay, I'll make them all for you."

Seeing the two of them being so affectionate and oblivious to everyone else, some people from the Eastern Region smiled kindly, while others teased, "Don't forget about us, Holy Prince Wang!" The atmosphere was warm and relaxed.

But this relaxation didn't last long.

Because people from the other four major domains are flocking to this side.

The first to arrive was the leader from the Southern Region. He was originally a rugged-looking middle-aged man, but now the rough edges on his face seemed to have been smoothed out by something. When he walked up to Wang Long, he lowered his posture considerably, and the angle of his hands clasped was much deeper than usual.

"Congratulations, Wang Shengzi, for winning first place in two rounds. The Southern Region is truly convinced of your achievement."

As he spoke, he took out a brocade box from his sleeve and handed it to Wang Long.

"This is a small gift, the 'Azure Sea Spirit Pearl' unique to the Southern Region. It is somewhat useful for stabilizing spiritual power. I hope that Holy Son Wang will not refuse it."

Wang Long glanced at him but didn't answer immediately.

The leader of the Southern Region team quickly added.

"Rest assured, Your Highness, this is merely a token of our appreciation from the Southern Region, with no other intentions whatsoever. In previous regional selections, there has been no enmity between the Eastern and Southern Regions. We hope to maintain close ties in the future."

Wang Long remained silent for a moment, then reached out and took the brocade box, nodding slightly.

Thank you.

The leader of the Southern Region visibly relaxed when he saw that he had accepted the gift, a genuine smile appearing on his face. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he turned and left.

As soon as he left, the leader of the Western Regions Snake Bone Sect came to greet him.

The team leader was a thin old man wearing a gray-brown robe with snake patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

His expression was much more complicated than that of the Southern Region team leader, after all, Wang Long had personally eliminated their Holy Son Lu Chen in the second round.

But he still walked up to Wang Long, bowed respectfully, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Holy Prince Wang, Lu Chen was defeated by you because he was not as skilled. I will not hold a grudge. After the selection of the entire region, the Serpent Bone Sect is willing to establish a friendly treaty with the Primordial Holy Palace. I hope that Holy Prince Wang will do us the honor."

As he spoke, he also took out a jade bottle and handed it over.

"This is a unique 'Snake Bone Body Tempering Pill' from the Western Regions, which has some remarkable effects on strengthening muscles and bones. It's just a small token of my appreciation."

Wang Long accepted it as well and gave a brief thank you.

The Western Regions leader didn't linger. He nodded and turned to leave, his back straighter than when he arrived.

Several elders from the Northern and Southern Regions also stepped forward one after another. Some offered spiritual materials, some offered pills, and some simply bowed and said, "Young Master Wang is promising and will surely achieve great things in the future."

Wang Long responded calmly and respectfully to each person's request. He didn't accept many gifts, declining most of them, but he remembered their attitudes.

Most of these people had been indifferent to the Eastern Region in the first two rounds, and some had even made sarcastic remarks. Now that the Eastern Region had won first place in two consecutive rounds, they immediately changed their tune. It wasn't that they were being sincere, but at least they knew how to adapt to the situation.

Wang Long didn't care about any of that.

He cares about those who are truly worthy of his attention.

No one from the four major sects of the Central Region came.

Zhao Heng stood in front of the crowd from the Qian Yuan Sect, his face still somewhat pale, with a bandage wrapped around the wound on his left shoulder.

His gaze fell on Wang Long from afar. He remained silent for a long time before finally nodding slightly and turning to walk into the Qian Yuan Sect's ranks.

Wang Qingyan stood beside him, biting her lip, her expression complex.

She glanced at Wang Long, then quickly looked away, ultimately not stepping forward.

Ling Feng stood in the Tianlan Sect's formation, arms crossed, a thoughtful smile playing on his lips. He raised his hand towards Wang Long from afar, as if to greet him or to pay his respects.

Shi Yue stood in the formation of the Di De Sect, silently watching everything, his face expressionless.

Yin Jiuyou and Liu Ruyan had already disappeared into the crowd, their whereabouts unknown.

What truly surprised Wang Long was that Song Tiange and Ye Wushuang were now surrounded by a large crowd.

Song Tiange stood at the edge of the Eastern Region Observation Zone, his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

He was surrounded by the leaders and elders of the Southern, Western, and Northern Regions, as well as several representatives from neutral sects in the Central Region.

The people were talking all at once, their tone polite and warm, but their words conveyed the same meaning.

To build relationships.

"Lord Song, Tianque Town guards the central hub of the Eastern Region. You have made great contributions. If there is anything you need from the Southern Region in the future, please feel free to ask."

"Lord Song, although the Western Regions and the Eastern Regions are thousands of miles apart, the paths of cultivation lead to the same goal. We should exchange ideas more often in the future."

"Lord Song, I heard that Tianque City is currently expanding its array formations. We have some high-quality array materials from the Northern Region. We will send someone to deliver them to you as a token of our appreciation."

Song Tiange responded to each question with a polite smile, but did not immediately agree to anything substantial. Having been the city lord for hundreds of years, he had seen all sorts of situations, and he understood better than anyone the sudden change in these people's attitudes from arrogant to obsequious.

Ye Wushuang stood not far from him, also surrounded by several female cultivators from the Central Region.

Most of them were leaders of medium-sized sects in the Central Region. They usually looked down on the Eastern Region, but now they were all smiling and holding Ye Wushuang's hands.

"Palace Master Ye is truly blessed."

"Two promising talents have emerged from the Primordial Holy Palace."

"I must visit the Central Region more often in the future."

Ye Wushuang's expression remained calm and composed. He merely nodded slightly and occasionally uttered a word or two in a nonchalant tone, yet there was nothing wrong with it.

Wang Long watched this scene from afar, a slight smile playing on his lips. He didn't go over to join the fun; instead, he held Ye Niannu's hand and stood quietly at the edge of the crowd, waiting.

Ye Niannu spoke first, leaning close to Wang Long's ear and speaking in a very low voice with a hint of mischievous laughter.

"My lord, look at Master's expression. He's clearly annoyed to death, but he's pretending to be polite."