Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch’s Marriage-Chapter 735

Chapter 735: Chapter 279: Talent Battle at the Han Mansion, Xuxian Realm, Dongchen Domain, Han Li and Emperor Changfeng_2 Chapter 735: Chapter 279: Talent Battle at the Han Mansion, Xuxian Realm, Dongchen Domain, Han Li and Emperor Changfeng_2 Although not entirely confident, Han Li preferred to bide his time, allowing his enemies the freedom to roam until his strength was sufficient to dispatch them for good.

The Xuxian Realm has its own set of rules, forbidding Immortals from entering, lest they be eliminated by the realm’s regulations.

However, if one’s power is great enough, for instance, that of an Immortal King, even the Xuxian Realm can do nothing about it—though an Immortal King would not concern themselves with the Xuxian Realm.

The summit of the Heaven Imperial Realm is the highest cultivation level allowed by the Xuxian Realm.

Thus, Great Emperors with combat abilities comparable to those of a Heavenly Immortal are highly influential within the Xuxian Realm, practically moving unimpeded.

The Dongchen Domain is very distant from the Yuankun Domain.

Located in the southeast near the center of the Taichu Realm, it boasts profound heritage and once produced a Quasi Immortal Emperor.

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It’s said that even now, an Immortal King lies hidden within.

This exceptional prodigy is named Yang Tianxi, an eight-layered Heaven Imperial Realm cultivator, very famous in the Dongchen Domain and one of its top three prodigies.

His reputation in the Xuxian Realm is even greater, as it’s rumored he possesses combat abilities comparable to a second-layered Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivator.

All this information was slowly collected by the talented descendants of the Tongxuan Realm whom Han Li had sent into the Xuxian Realm.

The followers of Yang Tianxi dared to annihilate a wisp of his son’s Divine Spirit, thereby forging a deep enmity that naturally fell upon Yang Tianxi’s head.

By reasoning based on himself, Han Li felt that Yang Tianxiong might have concealed his true strength, perhaps having cultivated to the ninth layer of the Heaven Imperial Realm or even its peak, which would mean even greater combat abilities.

Nevertheless, to him, it was all the same.

………

A silent, light boat silently made its way out of Chengsheng Mountain, towards Leizhou.

Upon the boat, Zimiao Zhen, dressed in pure white that outshone celestial beings, gracefully lifted her jade flute to her red lips to play.

Divine musical notes leaped forth, and a beautiful symphony began to echo.

With Zimiao Zhen’s intentional restraint, the sound of the flute did not carry to the outside world, heard only by her and her husband.

Han Li lay leisurely on the boat, hands placed behind his head, enjoying the view of his beautiful wife and listening to the music, the epitome of relaxation.

With his power, he could arrive instantly in the Underground World of Leizhou, but Zimiao Zhen felt that wouldn’t be proper, so they opted to travel on the light boat “leisurely.”

This light boat was transmuted from a Heavenly Immortal-grade Lightning Boat, possessing incredible speed.

Though “leisurely” traveling, it was still remarkably fast and would reach their destination in no time.

Han Li had long been looking forward to meeting Emperor Changfeng, but due to various reasons, he had not made the trip, delaying it until now when he was already invincible in the Yuankun Domain.

He was indeed very curious about Emperor Changfeng; what grievances he held against the White Emperor, why the White Emperor hadn’t come to slay him, and how he had survived the great calamity of the Ancient Era.

In the Ancient Era, Heavenly Immortals and True Immortals were rare, but there were many Heaven Imperial Realm Great Emperors—seven to eight hundred of them.

Emperor Changfeng was just one of them and not well-known, yet he managed to survive unharmed.

Although constrained within the peerless Emperor Formation, unable to escape, this was already a tremendous blessing.

It’s likely that most Great Emperors of the Heaven Imperial Realm from the Ancient Era would have willingly traded places with Emperor Changfeng.

Han Li believed that Emperor Changfeng was not simple; it could be his own doing or the work of someone behind the scenes.

Once the piece was finished, Zimiao Zhen set down the jade flute and walked elegantly to Han Li’s side to sit.

With her slender soft arm propping up her chin, she gazed at Han Li, utterly infatuated.

“Husband, what’s the scenery like within the Xuxian Realm?”

Zimiao Zhen’s lively tone was brimming with curiosity.

She had never been to the Xuxian Realm.

She’d only heard that it was immensely vast, with the Yuankun Domain corresponding to only a small corner of it.

Back when she lived in White Emperor City, she had seen much and was quite knowledgeable.

However, she knew nothing about the world beyond the Yuankun Domain and what it was really like.

Everything was blocked by Xuanshen Sword Mountain; she could only pursue the truth through ancient history and various secret tales, with only vague records of Xuanshen Sword Mountain.

After marrying into Chengsheng Mountain and becoming Han Li’s Dao companion, Zimiao Zhen realized just how superficial her knowledge had been.

The world was vast with so many unknown secrets.

Even some common knowledge from the outside world became clear to her only after arriving at Chengsheng Mountain.

If not for the fact that none of her children had yet reached the Tongxuan Realm, Zimiao Zhen wouldn’t have to ask such a question.

According to her husband’s rules, only after reaching the Tongxuan Realm would they be eligible to enter the Xuxian Realm to gain experience, broaden their horizons, and seize opportunities.

Her children naturally had excellent talent and constitution, but being young, the one with the highest cultivation had only just managed to reach the Divine Yuan Realm.

Looking at the curious Zimiao Zhen, Han Li’s eyes flickered, and he briefly explained the origins and situation of the Xuxian Realm.

Upon hearing this, Zimiao Zhen’s cherry lips formed a surprised O, stirring something in Han Li.

And so, he did what he felt like doing.

……..

In Leizhou, DIngyuan Manor.

The Lightning Boat descended onto the hundred-meter hill in complete silence, yet Emperor Changfeng below remained utterly unaware.

“I never thought that on my third visit here, everything would have changed so drastically.”

Zi Miao Zhen looked down at the hundred-meter hill, her stunningly beautiful face etched with complex emotions.

The first time she had come here was over five hundred years ago, by the decree of the White Emperor to strengthen the seal.

The second time was forty or fifty years ago, also by the White Emperor’s command, and that was when she first met Han Li.

She had thought that the third visit would not be for another five hundred years, and she had assumed she would no longer encounter Han Li, but how swiftly things changed, leaving her with a deep sense of melancholy.

Not only had she met Han Li again, but she had also become Han Li’s Dao companion.

Even the White Emperor had been killed by Han Li, White Emperor City had been taken over by Chengsheng Mountain, and now Han Li was bringing her to meet Emperor Changfeng.

“Let’s go.”

After retracting the Lightning Boat, Han Li wrapped his arm around Zi Miao Zhen’s slender waist, just enough to encircle with a hand, and both of their figures vanished from the hilltop, entering the Underground World.

This time, Han Li did not hide their presence deliberately.

As soon as they appeared, Emperor Changfeng noticed them.

Behind the nine-colored light curtain, the figure of Emperor Changfeng emerged, looking more haggard and weary than when Han Yongji had seen him.

“Zi Miao Zhen?”

Emperor Changfeng immediately recognized the celestial-like beauty and staggered, nearly falling to the ground.

It was not out of fear of Zi Miao Zhen, but rather his worries seemed to be coming true.

Perhaps Han Yongji did not bluff him.

If the White Emperor was not dead, Zi Miao Zhen should have come here only after another four hundred years, but she was here now, and her cultivation level was unfathomably deep.

Based on his understanding of Zi Miao Zhen, Emperor Changfeng estimated that she had just recently broken through the Holy Abyss Realm, but the aura she was emitting did not seem like that of the Holy Abyss Realm; it was more like that of the Quasi Emperor Realm.

Advancing from the peak of the Tongxuan Realm to the Quasi Emperor Realm in just forty to fifty years—Emperor Changfeng did not believe that the White Emperor could have aided Zi Miao Zhen in this.

It must have been Han Li’s doing.

He knew somewhat about Han Li, from what he had learned through the mouths of Han Yongzhen, Han Yongxiang, Han Yongji, and others, and was aware that Han Li had only cultivated for a few centuries.

If Han Li was capable of subduing the White Emperor, then his cultivation must be at least at the Heaven Imperial Realm.

With Han Li’s help, it was understandable that Zi Miao Zhen’s cultivation could have soared within decades.

“Emperor Changfeng, we meet again.” Zi Miao Zhen bowed slightly.

Emperor Changfeng snorted coldly, shifting his gaze from Zi Miao Zhen to Han Li, who was embracing her.

His eyes flickered, and he understood everything.

Seeing Zi Miao Zhen’s tender, compliant demeanor towards Han Li, Emperor Changfeng surmised that she was likely already Han Li’s Dao companion, which made it clear why Han Li would go to great lengths to aid Zi Miao Zhen.

“You are Han Li?”

Though he had his suspicions, Emperor Changfeng still asked out loud.

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“I heard Emperor Changfeng has always wished to meet me, so I suppose I should fulfill that wish,” Han Li said casually.

“If I’ve satisfied your wish, Emperor Changfeng, then you should satisfy mine in turn, as courtesy demands.”

“So, Emperor Changfeng, you will need to answer some of my questions.

If I am satisfied, I will release you.

What do you say?”

Han Li looked at Emperor Changfeng within the nine-colored light curtain, his gaze profound, his tone neutral, yet it placed immense pressure on Emperor Changfeng.

Emperor Changfeng was deeply shocked, as he could not discern Han Li’s cultivation level.

This indicated that Han Li’s strength was likely far greater than he had anticipated.

Emperor Changfeng’s gaze flickered, his haggard appearance vanished, and he regained his imposing demeanor, speaking in a grave voice:

“And if I refuse?”

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