Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage

Long Yue forcibly suppressed the revulsion in her heart, speaking feebly.

Feeling the warm and firm chest behind her, the large hands caressing her abdomen, the face that was almost pressed against her pretty face… Long Yue was in a panic, yet she forced herself to appear calm.

In her previous life, she was a Jiao Saint of the Saintly Abyss Realm, overlooking the Eight Hundred Divine Regions. In this life, however, she had fallen to such a state, the intense contrast piercing Long Yue’s cultivation heart.

She, the former Jiao Saint, was now like meat on a chopping board, to be sliced at will, manipulated casually by this person.

“There’s nothing to discuss.”

Old Ancestor Han Li had weathered great ups and downs; he could strive for towering peaks, but also linger in secluded valleys, his vision vast.

“Stop!”

“You must not bully the dragon too far…”

Long Yue’s delicate body trembled, waves of intense, strange sensations coming over her, filling her with shame, her face cold as frost, her killing intent sharp.

“If you want my Dragon Ball, I’ll give it to you,” Long Yue suddenly sighed, her tone filled with resignation.

Suppressing the discomfort in her body, Long Yue hurriedly began to prepare. As soon as the Dragon Ball was removed, she would pretend to give it to Han Li, but in reality, she would activate it, surely dealing a heavy blow to this man.

“Hah~ What’s the Dragon Ball to me?” Han Li scoffed with disdain; the bauble had never been in his thoughts from the beginning.

“What! Are! You! Saying!” Long Yue’s tone was icy cold as she spoke word by word.

The Dragon Ball was the fruit of her cultivation in her previous life, her most important possession, and an ultimate treasure in the eyes of countless cultivators outside, a great fortune and opportunity. Yet this man treated it as worthless, greatly angering Long Yue.

“You, a frog at the bottom of a well! If you could refine my Dragon Ball, perhaps you’d develop a powerful physique, and it may even be possible for you to ascend to the Saintly Abyss Realm in the future.”

“That’s all,” Han Li commented indifferently.

Looking at Han Li’s indifferent face, Long Yue felt like slapping him; her cultivation fruit, the Dragon Ball, just ‘that’s all’? It was a ridiculous notion!

Seeing Little Dragon Princess’s frosty face and her eyes filled with wrath, Han Li nonchalantly produced a Mutton Fat Jade Vial.

“The Dragon Ball may be good, but does it compare to Old Ancestor’s Divine Pills?” Han Li said calmly.

“It’s merely a pill; how can it compare with my Dragon Ball—Immortal Cultivating Pill?!!”

Long Yue hadn’t finished her sentence when she saw the Divine Pill Han Li poured from the Mutton Fat Jade Vial, exclaiming in surprise, her face showing a mix of shock and doubt.

She felt that the Divine Pill must be fake.

Such pills were extremely rare even in ancient times and very hard to come by. She had scoured the Eight Hundred Divine Regions for ten thousand years without success; how could Han Li possess it?

This was the Qianyuan Divine Province after the great catastrophe of ancient times, no longer the glorious past, and even the great Sacred Lands couldn’t produce such a high-grade Divine Pill.

“How about it? Can your Dragon Ball compare to Old Ancestor’s Divine Pill?” Han Li said coolly.

The Immortal Cultivating Pill was a Supreme Grade Divine Pill that Han Li had obtained from the treasure chest, ranking at the top among Saintly Abyss Realm Divine Pills. A single Immortal Cultivating Pill could create a Saint of the Saintly Abyss Realm, its effect enormously against the heavens.

This Immortal Cultivating Pill was just one of many items Han Li had gained over the past six years.

Putting aside the dozens of Heaven Rank treasures and not discussing the Supreme Grade Imperial Weapon Void Bell, each of the other thirteen Divine Rank treasures was incredibly powerful, able to bring endless assistance to Han Mansion and also to enhance Han Li’s own power.

The Dragon Ball, though valuable, was the fruit of another’s cultivation; once refined, it could easily affect one’s own path and require tremendous effort to deal with.

But the Immortal Cultivating Pill was different; a cultivator from the Tongxuan Realm could use it without worrying about any influence, and just refining it could increase their chances of breakthrough by more than fifty percent, its value immeasurable.

Even during the peak of Qianyuan Divine Province’s ancient times, it was very difficult for the great Sacred Lands to produce such a Divine Rank Supreme Grade Divine Pill, let alone the now-declined Sacred Lands.

Long Yue fell silent, gazing at the Supreme Grade Divine Pill, the Immortal Cultivating Pill, so close at hand. She was desperate to snatch it from Han Li. With that pill, her path in this life would truly be clear.

Thinking thus, Long Yue was about to erupt, ready to grab the Immortal Cultivating Pill at any cost, even if it meant sacrificing the Dragon Ball, the fruit of her previous life’s cultivation.

“Snap~”

With a flick of his fingers, Han Li released a beam of light from the Void Bell, which penetrated Long Yue’s body and completely sealed her Dragon Ball.

Long Yue panicked immediately—her Dragon Ball was sealed by the seal of an imperial weapon, and despite her numerous methods, she couldn’t break it.

She regretted it a great deal; had she known, she would have fought to the death decisively. Now she didn’t even have a chance for a final struggle.

Her Dragon Ball and that Supreme Grade Divine Pill, the Immortal Cultivating Pill, soon to be beyond her reach.

“Little Dragon Princess, you’re still too green to compete with the Old Ancestor,”

Han Li’s smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he gripped Long Yue’s delicate and flawless chin, leaning in gently.

Long Yue did not resist at all, letting Han Li do as he pleased.

To Han Li, Long Yue’s compliance only excited him more, as he thoroughly savored the Dragon Princess’s taste.

After a long while, Han Li finally let go of the Little Dragon Princess, satisfied. Just as he was about to take action, he saw that her face had turned ashen, and his brow furrowed.

“Keep going; why have you stopped? Don’t you covet my body?” Long Yue said coldly.

It was impossible for her to kill herself, and collaborating with this debauchee was even more impossible. Long Yue simply gave up, letting Han Li do as he wished. As long as she lived, she would have her day of vengeance against him.

Since she couldn’t resist, Long Yue simply didn’t. She steadied her heart and reverted to the demeanor of the Jiao Saint, her brows coldly met; the body was but a vessel, a skeleton of flesh and blood. Let this scoundrel defile it if he must.