Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage

Chapter 547: Chapter 226: Alone, She Slaughtered Through the Three Thousand Realms, With a Single Palm Suppressing the Eighty Thousand Domains! Guanghan Empress!_1

At dawn,

where the sunlight couldn’t reach, Han Li could.

“Han Li, are you coming again?”

Zi Miao Zhen, who had debated the Dao with Han Li until dawn last night, lay languidly in bed, propping up her chin with a hand and asking in a tender voice.

After a continuous exchange of Daoist techniques, Zi Miao Zhen no longer possessed the innocence of the previous day. Originally a saintly Heavenly Immortal, she now appeared captivating, with eyes like flowing silk.

Han Li was about to leave when, upon hearing her, he turned around, only to see Zi Miao Zhen with her slender, jade-like legs entwined, as she extended a fair, delicate finger to beckon him.

This was no Heavenly Immortal, but a peerless enchantress!

Zi Miao Zhen was one of White Emperor City’s top three fairies, famous throughout the Endless Yuankun Domain. If those suitors saw her now, their Daoist hearts would surely shatter.

Fortunately, the old ancestor was kind-hearted. These images were meant for his eyes only.

“What a little demoness.”

Han Li wasn’t one to refuse; in such a situation, he had no choice but to continue exchanging Daoist knowledge with Zi Miao Zhen.

“Zhen’er, take what you need,” he said.

As his words fell, Han Li walked over and sat on the bed, ready for a (fill in the blank).[Fill in the Blank Question]

The morning lesson began, with Han Li imparting countless profound Daoist teachings to Zi Miao Zhen, starting a new round of Daoist debate, determined to make her wholeheartedly convinced.

Later, arriving at the summit of Chengdao Peak, Han Li turned his palm over and took out an emerald-colored bowl, no bigger than a palm and rather ordinary looking.

Lately, Han Li had been busy with his relationship exchange with Zi Miao Zhen and preparing for their wedding, the great female saint of her time, and had yet to deal with the Bihai Bowl, a Top Grade imperial weapon.

“Xi Yue.”

With a soft call from Han Li, Xi Yue’s perfect figure appeared beside him, her face full of smiles as she looked at him.

“Master.”

“Bring out the Artifact Spirit of the Bihai Bowl. If it harbors any ill intent, teach it a profound lesson,” Han Li said indifferently.

“Okay.”

Xi Yue nodded, and with a delicate, creamy finger, she gently hooked towards the Bihai Bowl.

A beam of light involuntarily flew out from the Bihai Bowl, grew larger, then landed on the ground.

As the light dissipated, it revealed an exquisitely dressed woman in a green dress. Her beauty was stunning, her figure curvaceous, with graceful lines, legs long and fair, adorned with a white leg ring on her left leg.

“Han Li, what are you planning to do?”

The Artifact Spirit of the Bihai Bowl was a delicate-looking stunning beauty who weakly inquired what Han Li intended.

The Bihai Bowl might have been sealed, but she had overheard Han Li’s previous conversation with Zi Miao Zhen loud and clear.

“Of course, to play an interesting two-player game with you.”

As Han Li gazed at the woman in the green dress before him, his eyes brightened; he had thought she was a burly man. Muttering to himself, he said flatly, “Don’t you already know exactly what I want you to do?”

“I won’t agree,” the woman in the green dress said with a cold snort.

The Lord of Yuankun Domain was one of the sovereigns of the Endless Yuankun Domain, one of the nine supreme beings of Yuankun Domain. To betray the Lord for Han Li, who had great yet untapped potential, wasn’t a risk she was willing to take, no matter the cost.

“Not agreeing?”

Han Li raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, “Xi Yue, infuse her with a strand of Immortal light.”

With a flick of Xi Yue’s fingers, a strand of Immortal light entered the woman in the green dress’s body, making her ethereal form solidify and become indistinguishable from a real being.

“What… what… what are you doing?” The woman in the green dress was suddenly flustered, a terrible thought crossing her mind.

Could it be that Han Li would lay his hands on her?

She was an Artifact Spirit, after all!

Who would have thought of doing ‘that’ with an Artifact Spirit? That was just too much.

However, judging by Han Li’s demeanor, it seemed as if he would indeed do what she feared. As Han Li drew closer, the woman in the green dress’s heart pounded tumultuously, thumping wildly.

“Please, don’t let it be so!” she cried inwardly.

Han Li extended his right hand and lifted the woman in the green dress’s chin unceremoniously, pressing his lips against hers.

Feeling the stiffness of her body, Han Li, dissatisfied, pried open her teeth. He would act, and she had only to endure.

The woman in the green dress was left dazed, her flawless pale face filled with bewilderment.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

After her momentary daze, the woman in the green dress wanted to resist, to at least bite his tongue as a lesson for Han Li.

But her cheeks were held by Han Li, her lovely lips involuntarily parting, her teeth unable to close, completely under Han Li’s control.

After it was over, Han Li wore a beaming smile, seemingly savoring the moment, he said to the fiery-eyed woman in the green dress, “Calm down. If you don’t agree, there’s something even more thrilling to come.”

“You!”

The woman in the green dress showed her tiny canines and made a furious display at Han Li, then said coldly, “Whatever, I will never betray the White Emperor.”

“Yo, I didn’t expect you to be so loyal to the White Emperor.”

With a couple of tsk-tsks, Han Li didn’t waste any more words and pulled the woman in the green dress into his embrace. They vanished from Chengdao Peak to his sleeping chamber.

The fiery exchange of Daoist teachings commenced.

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When the ecstatic singing ceased, Bi Yuan couldn’t help but pull over the covers, her face full of displeasure, glaring angrily at Han Li.

“Han Li, you truly are a shameless lecher. I am an Artifact Spirit. What do you take me for?”

The Bihai Bowl’s Artifact Spirit, Bi Yuan, was fuming, huffing in anger.