Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage

Fengyang Manor, Lingjun City.

Han Li lay in the backyard lawn, surrounded by a bevy of stunning beauties, all of whom were looking up at the sky, watching the twilight and the setting sun.

As dusk approached and the evening sky darkened, the sunset glow, entrusted by the night, was suspended in the firmament, captivating the soul.

“Husband, which is more beautiful, twilight or the sunset?” Li Mingmeng’s ethereal voice rose.

Qiu Yueyao, Lin Yiwu, Chu Yumeng, and the other concubines also turned to look at Han Li, curious about his response.

Han Li smiled and said, “The sunset is especially gentle, and twilight is always romantic.”

“What a poetic husband,” Liu Yuexin praised.

“If you ask me, ‘The setting sun is infinitely good, but it’s nearing dusk.”‘ Lin Yiyin blinked her sapphire-like eyes.

“To see the weather at dawn and the clouds at dusk, whether walking or sitting, I think of you.”

Li Mingmeng gazed at Han Li, her eyes brimming with deep affection.

Qiu Yueyao, Qin Buhui, and the other concubines also enthusiastically expressed their opinions, receiving nods of agreement from the other ladies.

“Husband, why don’t we play a game?” the lively and active Chu Yumeng came to Han Li’s side, hugging his right hand and shaking it vigorously.

“What game?” Han Li looked at her indulgently.

“Eagle catches the chicks,” Chu Yumeng proposed with a giggle.

Han Li shook his head and said with a wry smile, “That’s too childish, I won’t play.”

“It’s not the kind you’re thinking of,” Chu Yumeng pouted.

“What kind is it then?” Han Li was puzzled. Were there many kinds of eagle catches the chicks?

“You’ll be the eagle, and we’ll be the chicks. You have to catch us with your eyes blindfolded, without cheating, and the whole lawn is your range.”

“Husband, didn’t you always want to play a big one? Today, the more chicks you catch, the more people will play the game with you,” she said excitedly, waving her little fists.

Han Li looked at Liu Yuexin, Li Mingmeng, Qiu Yueyao, Lin Yiyin, and all the other concubines who nodded in agreement, obviously having conspired together earlier.

“Alright,” Han Li’s lips curled into a smile.

After all, he was a God Refining Realm expert standing at the peak. His five senses were extraordinary; even without using his Spiritual Sense, he could cover the whole lawn and see every detail. No rustle of grass could escape his notice.

As for whether this was cheating?

Of course not!

He wasn’t going to take off the blindfold, and catching them was all based on his own skill. How could that be called cheating?

The next day,

Within the chess garden, Han Li lay on the reclining chair, feeling a bit of back pain and a lack of energy.

All he could say was, thankfully, his bedroom was large.

A breeze brushed across his face, and Han Li drifted off to sleep unknowingly. When a system alert sounded in his mind, he woke with a start.

He opened the system panel to check, and his face immediately lit up with joy, the fatigue vanishing instantly.

“You have produced eighty offspring with cultivation talent, earning you twenty years of cultivation experience, a Seventh Grade Lifespan Extension Pill, and thirty years of alchemy experience.”

“Very good.”

With an additional twenty years of cultivation experience, his accumulated cultivation exceeded sixty-five years, bringing him closer to a breakthrough to the Hollow Void Stage.

Looking at the thirty years of alchemy experience, Han Li’s eyes glittered with gold, and he chose to receive it immediately, taking some time to absorb it.

After the absorption, Han Li transformed into an elite Seventh Grade Alchemist.

If he acquired another thirty years of alchemy experience, he would advance to a Sixth Grade Alchemist, and then he could finally start refining the long-coveted Rebirth Pill.

The Rebirth Pill is a special Fourth Grade Pill Formula, but one only needs the capabilities of a Sixth Grade Pill Refining Master to concoct it. He was not far from this step now.

Over the years, he had secretly collected most of the ingredients for the Rebirth Pill, but they were mostly auxiliary materials. The main ingredients were three types: Marrow Cleansing Grass, Rebirth Flower, and Vermilion Fruit.

So far, he had only collected the Vermilion Fruit, with no news of the other two main ingredients.

The Vermilion Fruit is a rather precious medicinal material, categorized as either spiritual medicine or treasure medicine based on its age. The older the fruit, the more valuable it is, as it can help one to improve their cultivation.

The Rebirth Pill requires Vermilion Fruit that is fifty years old. Fruit of this age is only considered a middle-grade spiritual medicine and is not very precious.

which is why he was able to buy quite a bit of it.

When Han Li first saw this Pill Formula, he was shocked. None of the medicinal materials could enhance one’s Cultivation Talent; each had its purpose, such as Vermilion Fruit for increasing cultivation, Marrow Cleansing Grass for cleansing the marrow, and Rebirth Flower for undergoing a complete transformation, and so on.

But when mixed together in certain proportions to concoct the pill, it could reverse one’s natural limits and enhance their Cultivation Talent.

One had to admit, the cultivator who created this Pill Formula was truly an Alchemy genius.

After a moment of admiration, Han Li stood up and, after a brief thought, decided not to return to his chambers. He had stayed in Han Mansion for too long and wanted to get some fresh air.

Anyway, he had the Step Booster Technique, which allowed him to cover great distances in one step, so he would be quick both coming and going. Moreover, Han Li did not plan to go far.

Immediately, Han Li stepped out and left Han Mansion, left Lingjun City, and nobody knew he had gone.

The next instant, Han Li appeared four hundred and forty-five miles away. This was the location he had locked onto with his Spiritual Sense in advance, the place he had chosen to relax and unwind.

This was an exceptionally picturesque location, resembling the scenic landscape of Guilin, with endlessly beautiful views, perfect for easing one’s mind.

Dressed in splendid robes, Han Li stood atop a peak, with hands clasped behind his back, quietly gazing at the verdant multitude of mountains, and the rivers flowing through the valleys.

The riverbanks were filled with the calls of animals and insects, sounding melodious and echoing ceaselessly; on the rivers, there were numerous fishing boats, with fishermen rowing their oars, propelling the boats forward while exchanging fishing songs.

As sunlight shone down, the fishing boats cut through the waves, creating a breathtaking scene. The water trailing the boats turned golden, shimmering with a splendid brilliance.

Han Li was amazed and thought of a famous poem from his previous life, and he recited spontaneously,

“Glistening light leaps upon the gold; still shadow sinks to the depths. Fishermen’s songs responding to each other, this joy knows no bounds.”

On the other side,

An ethereal figure, akin to a Heavenly Immortal, appeared atop a low mountain peak.

She glanced down at the summit beneath her feet, disappeared from sight, and the next moment, she was on a light boat in the sky.

After completing her mission, the weight that had been pressing on her had lifted, and Zimiao Zhen felt a sense of relief and comfort.

Thinking for a moment, she spread out her Divine Sense, intending to investigate if the legend was indeed true.

Zimiao Zhen’s Divine Sense effortlessly enveloped the entire Fengyang Manor, saw the fractured Yingyuan Mountain, and also caught sight of Han Li, who was enjoying the scenery and speaking aloud.

The place where Han Li had gone to relax was many thousands of miles away from Yingyuan Mountain, but it could not escape Zimiao Zhen’s Divine Sense.

“Interesting.”

Zimiao Zhen’s mouth curved slightly, making a brief comment, before moving her gaze away; although Han Li, at the peak of the God Refining Realm, was not much in her eyes, his spontaneous recitation and the beautiful scenery captured her attention momentarily.

Zimiao Zhen’s Divine Sense surged crazily into Yingyuan Mountain. After a deep exploration, she discovered its secrets, a look of surprise appearing on her face.

“The legend is actually true.”

Five hundred years ago, when she had explored the area, she found nothing, but after the mountain was fractured, its secrets leaked out a little, no longer able to conceal them from her.

Zimiao Zhen shifted her gaze towards the Imperial Capital of Da Qian where she had previously stood, saw that stunning person inside the Left Chancellor’s mansion, and softly said, “Interesting.”

If this discovery had been made five hundred years ago, she would certainly have taken the concealed treasure of Yingyuan Mountain for herself, but now it was of little use to her; Zimiao Zhen had no interest in it.

Her thoughts moved, and the light boat broke through the sky, leaving Leizhou, leaving Da Qian, even leaving Qianyuan Divine Province.

Zimiao Zhen changed her posture, lying down on the light boat, and a jug of wine appeared in her hand, which she lifted to her lips for a drink.

The light boat sailed out of Qianyuan Divine Province and re-entered Beiming, heading back to whence she came.

By the time she returned to White Emperor City, night had fallen, and the sky was glittering with stars. Zimiao Zhen’s celestial humming resounded just in time.

“Drunk, I knew not the sky was water; the boat full of clear dreams pressed down upon the Milky Way.”

Zimiao Zhen’s travels that day perfectly matched the scene described in her poem..