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

Wang Long chuckled but didn't reply.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on the gray-white sky above the square.

The true form of the Haotian Divine Deer has disappeared, and the Lutian Mirror has been put away. Only those figures who are talking, congratulating, and exchanging pleasantries remain in the square.

The next moment, that familiar ripple appeared once again in the sky.

A rift was torn open from the inside of the space, and the figure of the Eternal Emperor slowly walked out of the crack.

He stood still, his gaze sweeping casually over the diverse faces in the square, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The conversations in the square fell silent at the same moment, and everyone's eyes turned to the sky.

The Emperor of Longevity spoke in a calm and unhurried manner, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"The second round of the competition is over."

"The Eastern Region ranks first with 1,047 damage."

His gaze lingered for a moment in the direction of the Eastern Region, resting on Wang Long for a very short time, before he looked away.

"After two rounds, Dongyu ranks first in the standings with an absolute advantage."

His voice echoed across the square, clear and composed.

"The third round of competition will be held in three days, at which time the competition rules will be announced separately."

After he finished speaking, his gaze swept across the entire room again, finally settling on the direction of the Eastern Region, and a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The Eastern Regions are very good."

Just three words, yet they warmed the hearts of everyone in the Eastern Region.

Song Tiange bowed slightly, Ye Wushuang nodded gently, and the disciples from the Eastern Region straightened their backs even more.

The Emperor of Immortality said nothing more, and his figure vanished silently into the air, just as he had arrived.

The square was quiet for a moment, then became lively again.

Those sect representatives who were just observing could no longer contain themselves.

They flocked towards the Eastern Region, surrounding Song Tiange, Ye Wushuang, Wang Long, and Ye Niannu, offering their congratulations and presenting various gifts and visiting cards.

"Your Highness! This is 'Mysterious Ice Jade Marrow,' a specialty of the Northern Region. It has miraculous effects on stabilizing meridians. Please accept it!"

"Saintess Ye! This is a protective soft armor woven from the silk of a thousand-year-old spirit silkworm from the Southern Region. It is lightweight and durable, and is a small token of our appreciation from the Southern Region!"

"Lord Song! Several spiritual veins in the Central Region are currently opening. If Tianque City is interested, we can send someone to investigate..."

Surrounded by the crowd, Wang Long responded politely on the surface, but his mind was already wandering elsewhere.

He's thinking about a third round.

When the Eternal Emperor mentioned the third round, his gaze lingered on him for a moment. That moment was brief, yet it carried a profound meaning.

The first two rounds consist of two parts: the first round is a battle between defending and attacking the flag, and the second round is a team battle to see who can deal the most damage.

Both rounds of the competition emphasize the combination of individual skill and teamwork.

What about the third round?

Wang Long withdrew his gaze and glanced at Ye Niannu.

Ye Niannu also happened to be looking at him, her peach blossom eyes also showing a thoughtful expression.

The two exchanged a brief glance, neither speaking, yet both understood each other's meaning.

The third round will probably not be so simple.

As night fell, the lights on Sendai lit up one by one.

The people from the Eastern Region had returned to their respective residences, but their fervent emotions had clearly not yet completely subsided.

Some people were talking and laughing loudly in the courtyard, some were pacing back and forth in the corridor, and some were sitting on the stone steps in a daze, unable to suppress the smiles on their faces.

Wang Long's courtyard was very quiet.

Ye Niannu had already fallen asleep, her breathing long and even, clearly exhausted from the exertion of the past few days.

Little Chirp huddled in the corner of the bed, its golden fluffy balls rising and falling gently as it recovered from its deep sleep.

Wang Long sat on the stone bench by the window, the Immortal Palace mark on the back of his hand still dim.

He closed his eyes and slowly spread his spiritual energy, sensing the state inside the celestial palace.

Xiao Xian'er's aura was stronger than before, although it was still weak, it was slowly recovering.

The array inside the Immortal Palace is in a dormant state, and the spirit stone reserves are almost exhausted, but the core structure is intact.

"Three days..."

He muttered something to himself.

Three days is enough time for the Asgard Palace to restore its basic functions, but the House of Time is out of the question for the time being.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window at the outline of Sendai bathed in moonlight, his gaze calm and profound.

Wang Long had a premonition that the third round would be more complicated and difficult than the first two.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Sendai, in the residences of the four major sects of the Central Region, Zhao Heng, Wang Qingyan, Shi Yue, Ling Feng, Yin Jiuyou, and Liu Ruyan were sitting in a secret room, each with a different expression.

Zhao Heng spoke first, his voice hoarse yet steady.

"After two rounds, the Eastern Region has taken two first places. You have all seen the strength of Wang Long and Ye Niannu."

Wang Qingyan bit her lip and remained silent.

Shi Yue sat silently in the corner, arms crossed.

Ling Feng leaned against the wall, toying with a blade of grass in his hand, lost in thought.

Yin Jiuyou and Liu Ruyan sat in the furthest seats, neither speaking nor leaving.

Zhao Heng continued.

"In the third round, regardless of the format, we can no longer fight individually. The four major sects of the Central Region must unite."

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Otherwise, the first place in the third round will still belong to the Eastern Region."

The room remained quiet for a long time.

Finally, Ling Feng spoke first, his tone unusually serious.

"I agree."

Shi Yue nodded slightly.

Wang Qingyan was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Yin Jiuyou and Liu Ruyan exchanged a glance, neither speaking nor objecting.

Zhao Heng looked at them, slowly stood up, held the dark gold longsword horizontally in front of him, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable certainty.

"Then it's settled. In three days, let the Eastern Region see the true strength of the Central Region."

As night deepened, the Sendai finally fell silent.

Wang Long closed the window, walked to the bedside and sat down. Looking at Ye Niannu's sleeping profile and then at Xiao Qiu curled up in the corner of the bed, the tension in his heart finally eased a little.

He closed his eyes, slowly withdrew his mental energy, and sank it into the depths of his consciousness.

There, the warm light left behind by Xi Ning still sleeps peacefully.

Deeper still, the Emperor Seed was slowly absorbing the wisp of golden light that had remained in the sea of ​​consciousness from the battle just now.

Wang Long did not disturb it, but quietly felt the gentle fluctuation.