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

Wang Long grinned.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin.

"Tie Xiong".

His voice was hoarse, yet clear.

"Thank you."

Tie Xiong was stunned.

"Thank me for what? Go to hell, you old geezer!"

"Thank you……"

Wang Long suddenly pulled Tie Xiong's foot to the side with force!

Tie Xiong lost his balance and fell forward!

At the same time, Wang Long's right hand suddenly shot out and grabbed the Frost Sword that had fallen to the side!

Sword in hand!

Wang Long's eyes flashed with a sharp light!

Tai Xu Po Wang Sword Technique - Second Form!

Devastation!

This sword strike was something he had just grasped on the brink of death.

Tie Xiong's punch almost killed him.

But in the moment of his death, Wang Long saw it.

I saw the second move of the sword technique.

I saw that path!

The sword intent to annihilate everything!

The Azure Frost Sword was drawn, its cold light flashing!

A sword aura, even more fierce and sharper than before, shot out from the tip of the sword!

The sword energy was silent and stealthy, yet it carried an aura of annihilation!

The sword energy pierced through Tie Xiong's chest!

"puff--"

Blood splattered!

Tie Xiong's eyes widened as he looked down at the large, bowl-sized hole in his chest.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Bang!"

Tie Xiong's towering body crashed to the ground.

The arena was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, their minds blank.

Wang Long, gripping his sword, stood unsteadily beside Tie Xiong's corpse, his body covered in blood.

In the stands.

Qin Minglan was stunned, her face full of disbelief, her mouth agape in an "O" shape.

"You...you won?"

Her voice trembled with disbelief.

"The old man...won?"

Luo Hanyi slowly loosened her grip on the armrest, her palms already soaked with sweat.

She looked at the aged figure on the stage, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

There was relief, shock, and a touch of heartache that she herself didn't even realize.

The teacup in Zhao Pojun's hand shattered with a "crack".

He stood up abruptly, his face ashen.

"How is that possible?!"

His voice was sharp and shrill, filled with obvious anger and disbelief.

"Tie Xiong took the Blood-Burning Pill and is now at the half-step fourth rank. How could he possibly lose to an old man at the early third rank?!"

The nobles around them were also in an uproar.

"He won? That old man won?"

"Tie Xiong was originally a late-stage Rank 3, but after taking the Blood Burning Pill, he's practically at the Rank 4!"

"How did he do that?"

"That sword strike...did you see it clearly? The power of that sword strike was definitely more than just a third-grade sword!"

"What kind of sword technique is that? How can it be so powerful?"

"When did the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence acquire such a servant?"

The nobles' discussions rose and fell, and all eyes were fixed on the aged figure on the arena.

Suddenly everyone became interested in Wang Long.

They had never heard of anyone named Wang Long in all these years, which was really strange.

Emperor Murong Yuan sat upright on the dragon throne, his gaze falling on Wang Long, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"The Great Void Breaking Illusion Sword Technique..."

He muttered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"That's interesting."

Crown Prince Murong Hao stood beside him, looking at Wang Long with a slight frown.

"Father, this servant..."

"What's wrong?"

"I think he is not simple."

The emperor smiled but did not answer.

What good is being outstanding?

Wang Long is almost seventy years old. How many more years can he live?

The emperor wanted to select young people who were strong and had a promising future.

The emperor felt that no matter how strong Wang Long was, this was the limit of his abilities in this lifetime.

The sword technique Wang Long used was indeed good, but it wasn't enough to make him take notice.

The royal family members have extreme confidence in their inherited bloodline and martial arts techniques.

They completely look down on other people's things.

Crown Prince Murong Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on Wang Long as he pondered.

"Since Father Emperor doesn't approve, then I won't hold back!"

At this moment, the eunuch's shrill voice rang out, echoing throughout the entire square.

"The grand finale winner—Wang Long of the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion!"

"The leader, Wang Long!"

Thunderous applause erupted in the square.

But many more people were still in shock and couldn't recover for a long time.

Wang Long slowly raised his head and looked at Luo Hanyi and Qin Minglan in the stands.

Luo Hanyi and Qin Minglan were also looking at him.

Wang Long smiled slightly, his whole body trembling slightly.

That sword drained all the spiritual energy from his body; if he couldn't kill Tie Xiong...

He's the one who's going to die!

"Madam, Miss, this old servant... has lived up to your expectations and accomplished it!"

She gave him a thumbs-up and smiled brightly.

"Well done, old man!"

Wang Long was laughing when suddenly everything went black and he fell backward.

boom!

He slammed heavily onto the ring and lost consciousness.

But a smile still lingered on his lips.

In the stands, Luo Hanyi and Qin Minglan stood up almost simultaneously.

Two figures appeared one after the other in a flash, in the center of the arena.

"Old man! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Qin Minglan squatted down next to Wang Long, reaching out to check his breath, her fingers trembling.

Warm breath sprayed on her fingertips, and Qin Minglan finally breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes red-rimmed.

"It's good that you're not dead...it's good that you're not dead..."

Luo Hanyi stood there, looking down at Wang Long lying in a pool of blood, her expression still cold.

But deep within those beautiful eyes lay a trace of worry that even she herself was unaware of.

"Minglan, lend a hand."

Luo Hanyi bent down and reached out to support Wang Long's shoulder.

Qin Minglan quickly supported Wang Long's back, and the two of them, one on each side, gently helped Wang Long up from the ground.

Wang Long's body was thin and heavy, covered in blood, his head drooping limply on Luo Hanyi's shoulder, his breathing weak but steady.

Luo Hanyi's hand firmly supported his waist, her palm pressed against his blood-soaked clothes, feeling cold and damp.

On the other side, Qin Minglan held Wang Long's arm with one hand and supported his back with the other, her almond-shaped eyes fixed on his pale face, muttering to herself.

"Old man, you can't die... You still owe me sword techniques... You still owe me..."

She paused, her voice softened, and her ears turned slightly red.

"...I still owe you a promise. If you die, then it's off!"

Below the arena, hundreds of eyes were fixed on the three of them.

The nobles, the servants, the eunuchs and palace maids—everyone was watching this scene.

Watching the First Madam and the Eldest Daughter of the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion, each supporting an old stable boy on either side, as they walked down from the arena.

They couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"The First Madam and the Eldest Miss personally went to help him up? A mere servant?"

"The Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion seems to value this old man far too much."

"That's right, this isn't a servant, he's more like a son to us."

"It seems they want to win over this old man and don't want others to poach him."

Some people were envious, some were jealous, and some nodded thoughtfully, giving up their idea of ​​winning over Wang Long.

Any servant who receives such favor from their master is practically a death knight.

There is absolutely no possibility of it being dug up.

Luo Hanyi's actions were a declaration to everyone.

Wang Long was a member of the Zhenbei Marquis's household.

Nobody can touch it.

Nobody can take it.

Qin Minglan raised her chin slightly upon hearing these sounds.

"snort!"

She muttered something under her breath and tightened her grip on Wang Long's hand.

The three of them stepped off the ring, crossed the plaza, and headed towards the stands.

Wang Long's body swayed slightly with the support of the two, his head sometimes resting on Luo Hanyi's shoulder, and sometimes leaning towards Qin Minglan.

After walking a few steps, his eyelids twitched slightly.

Then it slowly opened its eyes.

The first thing he saw was a cool and aloof face, with skin as white as moonlight and exquisite features. Her beautiful eyes were looking straight ahead, not looking down at him, but the hand supporting his waist was steady and firm.

Wang Long paused for a moment, then turned his head and saw Qin Minglan's worried face on the other side, her almond eyes red, her nose red, and she was still muttering something.

Two stunningly beautiful women.

One left and one right.

Support him.

What a blessing this is! It would probably make many people present weep with envy.

Wang Long's consciousness was still somewhat hazy, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

So happy.

If only things could stay like this forever.

"Old man? You're awake?!"

Qin Minglan was the first to notice that he had opened his eyes, her voice rose an octave, and her almond-shaped eyes instantly lit up.

"How are you feeling? Are you dizzy? Does your chest still hurt? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

A barrage of questions came at Wang Long, who opened his mouth but before he could answer, Qin Minglan continued talking on her own.

"You scared me to death, you know? You suddenly collapsed and bled so much. I thought... I thought you..."