Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage

Han Li held Xue Qingyi in his arms as the two of them disappeared from the Chong Xiao Pavilion, heading towards the East Sea.

The Daqian Empire was located in the eastern part of the Xuan Domain. Starting from the Daqian Empire, one could reach the East Sea by passing through either the Chaotic Domain or the Dao Domain.

For safety reasons, Han Li chose to travel to the East Sea through the Dao Domain.

With his speed, he could traverse nearly four hundred thousand li in a single breath, a speed that could be termed extreme. Although the Daqian Empire was a great distance from the East Sea, spanning hundreds of millions of li, distance was not an issue for an Emperor Wu of the True Martial Realm.

When the couple arrived at the edge of the East Sea and stood atop a sea cliff, Xue Qingyi couldn’t help feeling amazed and exclaimed, “That was really fast;”

Han Li nodded slightly. Indeed, the speed was incredibly fast; it had taken him just over half an hour to travel from the Capital City of Da Qian to the shore of the East Sea.

“The True Martial Realm is truly powerful to the extreme, not only in strength but also in speed, far beyond my imagination,”

Xue Qingyi said softly, her eyes filled with ambition, now even more eager to cultivate to the True Martial Realm.

For her, a cultivator in the God Refining Realm, traveling from the Capital City of Da Qian to the shore of the East Sea would take a very long time. Her speed allowed her to traverse only a few hundred li in a single breath, and even with unlimited Gang Yuan and ceaseless flight without rest, it would take her over a hundred days.

Just by making a brief comparison, Xue Qingyi realized how vast the gap between her and her husband was, with speed being just one aspect of strength.

The gap between the God Refining Realm and the True Martial Realm may seem to be only two Big Realms apart—Hollow Void Stage and Myriad Phenomena Realm—but how many times greater was the disparity in strength?

“With Yi’er’s qualifications, there is hope for you to advance to the True Martial Realm in the future,” Han Li remarked, his big hand mischievously wandering.

Xue Qingyi nodded, not stopping his movements. She felt it was only natural, being his wife; she had given everything to her husband, and a little touch was nothing, as she was not the kind of female cultivator with a thin skin.

“The East Sea is indeed vast and magnificent,” Xue Qingyi observed, turning toward the sea, her eyes shining with wonder.

She had lived for decades, and this was her first time seeing the East Sea. Although she had always wanted to see the ocean, she had never had the chance before.

The East Sea was too far from the Daqian Empire, with endless dangers along the way. With a low level of cultivation, not only would one have to spend a considerable amount of time, but one might also perish on the journey.

Han Li nodded slightly. It was also his first time seeing the East Sea, vast and limitless, and suddenly, he felt inspired to recite a poem.

After searching in his mind for a while, Han Li found a poem by a chancellor and began to recite:

“I face the stone cliffs of the East, to behold the vastness of the blue sea. The waters run deep and still, islands stand tall and sheer.

Trees and vegetation thrive, the grass is lush and green. The autumn wind harsh and cold, great waves surge in response.

The sun and the moon traverse the sky, as if emerging from within; the stars glitter brightly, as if they come forth from below.

So very fortunate am I, to express my aspirations through this song;”

As Han Li recited this poem, looking out over the turbulent vastness of the East Sea, his thoughts were on immortality and eternal life, standing tall through an endless age, looking down upon the cycle of reincarnation.

Xue Qingyi watched her husband in surprise, nodding slightly, as if finding it to be expected.

With her husband’s refined and scholarly appearance, it was not strange that he had such talent.

Pondering over her husband’s poem, Xue Qingyi felt secretly astonished; the vision expressed was indeed lofty, full of even more ambition than hers.

Perhaps her husband wasn’t as the outer world and she herself had thought, someone who chose to settle in the Da Qian, establishing The Li Manor and producing offspring after believing he could no longer advance in cultivation.

There must be deeper meanings behind it, but Xue Qingyi couldn’t guess what they were.

In the past, she might have thought it had to do with gathering vitality, but as Li Feiyu’s wife, she had a significant say, and indeed, her husband had never done such a thing.

After observing the East Sea for a long time, the two returned to the Capital City of Da Qian, safely and without incident.

In the following days, Han Li spent his time shuttling between The Li Manor and Han Mansion, accompanying his beloved wives and consorts, living an easy and carefree divine existence.

Seven days later, at Han Mansion.

Han Li was pacing back and forth in Yun Miaoyi’s bedroom, awaiting joyful news.

Yun Miaoyi was finally giving birth. This Devil Princess had married him and been his wife for ten months, and the fruit of their union was about to be born.

When a clear and bright cry was heard, a smile appeared on Han Li’s face; he approached Yun Miaoyi’s side.

Having just given birth, Yun Miaoyi was greatly depleted in vital energy, looking quite pale, yet her face was full of joy.

“Yunyun,”

Han Li sat by the bedside, tightly holding her hand, channeling an abundance of gentle True Yuan to regulate her body. He personally fed her the nourishing holy items he had prepared.

Only after Yun Miaoyi’s complexion had turned rosy did Han Li look at the child in the maid’s arms and suggest, “A boy; how about calling him Han Yongyun?”

“Whatever the husband decides is good,”

Yun Miaoyi nodded, a flicker of satisfaction crossing her eyes upon hearing the name.

Yun, signifying clouds, following her husband’s recent naming convention; if the child was a boy, he would be named Han Yongyun, and if a girl, Han Yongyun, which Yun Miaoyi thought very fitting.

Han Li held Han Yongyun and noticed how his appearance was pleasantly plump and smooth, not wrinkled and old-looking like that of an ordinary mortal baby.

He looked the baby over and found that some features resembled him, while some resembled Yun Miaoyi. The child would grow into a handsome man.

As for the genes of Han Mansion, Han Li was extremely satisfied, his own appearance being handsome and imposing, and his wives and consorts all stunning beauties, resulting in offspring who were also handsome boys and pretty girls.

“Husband, let me hold him,” Yun Miaoyi requested softly, and then carefully took Han Yongyun, her eyes full of maternal affection.

Han Li watched this scene quietly, simultaneously checking his personal panel.

His attribute in the qualifications section had increased, and although he had not yet advanced, he was not far from reaching the Third Grade.