Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage

Chapter 523: 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 sunlight could not reach, Han Li had penetrated.

“Want another round?”

Zi Miao Zhen, who had discussed the Dao all night, lay on the bed without a stitch, lazily propping up her chin.

After a prolonged battle, Zi Miao Zhen no longer bore yesterday’s innocent and holy Heavenly Immortal appearance, her face flushed with a healthy glow, her eyebrows suggestive of spring, her eyes alluring as silk.

Han Li was about to leave, but turned around at her words, seeing Zi Miao Zhen’s slender jade hand on her thigh, and her other hand brought her delicate, white fingertips to her red lips and teeth.

She was no Heavenly Fairy but a peerless enchantress!

Zi Miao Zhen was one of the three great fairies of White Emperor City, renowned throughout the Endless Yuankun Domain. If her suitors saw her now, their Dao hearts would surely shatter.

Luckily the senior’s heart was kind, and such scenes were for his eyes alone.

“What a little vixen.”

Han Li was someone who didn’t know how to refuse, so under these circumstances, he had no choice but to continue exchanging Daoist insights with Zi Miao Zhen.

“Zhen’er, take as you wish.”

As the words fell, Han Li approached, sat on the bed, and readied himself for a seated wait ().[Fill in the blank]

After finishing the morning’s “lessons,” Han Li imparted profound Daoist knowledge to Zi Miao Zhen, making her submit wholeheartedly.

At the summit of Chengdao Peak, Han Li flipped his palm, revealing a palm-sized, jade-green bowl, unremarkable at first glance.

These days, Han Li had been busy exchanging affections with Zi Miao Zhen and preparing to wed this unparalleled saintess, 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 form appeared beside him, her face brimming with smiles as she looked at him.

“Master.”

“Extract the Artifact Spirit of the Bihai Bowl, and if it harbors any ill intent, teach it a severe lesson,” Han Li said indifferently.

“Okay.”

Xi Yue nodded, her fair and delicate fingers gingerly hooking toward the Bihai Bowl.

A beam of light uncontrollably soared from the bowl, growing larger, then landed on the ground.

As the light dissipated, it revealed a stunning beauty in a green dress, her figure ravishing, with voluptuous curves, long white and slender legs adorned with a white leg ring on the left.

“Han Li, what do you want to do?”

The Bihai Bowl’s Artifact Spirit, appearing weak and delicate, asked Han Li feebly.

Although the Bihai Bowl was sealed, the Artifact Spirit had heard every word of Han Li’s discussion with Zi Miao Zhen.

“Of course, I want to…you.”

As Han Li gazed upon the woman in the green dress, his eyes lit up; he had expected a burly man, but instead before him stood a beauty. He thought silently, then said lightly, “Don’t you know perfectly well what I want to do?”

“I won’t agree,” the lady in green scoffed coldly.

As one of the Lords of Yuankun Domain, and one of the nine supreme Immortal Emperors, betraying Bai Di was out of the question for her.

Even with Han Li’s boundless potential, before he could grow strong, Bai Di could easily crush him—betrayal carried too high a cost.

“You won’t agree, eh?”

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

With a flick of Xi Yue’s fingers, a thread of immortal light entered the green-dressed woman’s body, making her initially ethereal form solidify, indistinguishable from a real creature.

“You…you…you…what are you going to do?” The green-dressed woman suddenly panicked, fearing the possibility that crossed her mind.

She couldn’t possibly be targeted by Han Li, could she?n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

After all, she was an Artifact Spirit!

Who would do such a thing with an Artifact Spirit? The very idea was twisted.

Nevertheless, judging by Han Li’s visage, it seemed he might do as she feared. As he approached, the green-dressed woman’s heart raced in wild throbs, her fragrant heart pounding.

“Please no!” She begged inwardly.

Han Li reached out, lifting the green-dressed woman’s chin and unceremoniously stamped a kiss on her.

Feeling her rigid body under his touch, Han Li was dissatisfied and pried her teeth apart for a more aggressive kiss.

The green-dressed woman was stupefied, her flawless pale face filled with confusion.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Once out of her daze, the green-dressed woman tried to resist, aiming to at least bite Han Li’s tongue as a lesson to him.

But her cheeks were firmly held by Han Li, her luscious lips involuntarily parting, her teeth unable to close, utterly controlled by Han Li.

Afterward, Han Li licked his lips as if savoring the moment, then spoke to the glaring green-dressed woman, “Calm down, if you don’t agree, there’s more to come that’s even more thrilling.”

“You!”

The green-dressed woman bared her small fangs, gesticulating fiercely at Han Li before finally speaking coldly, “Whatever, I could never betray Bai Di.”

“Oh, I see you’re quite loyal to Bai Di.”

Han Li clicked his tongue twice and, without further ado, pulled the green-dressed woman into his embrace. The two vanished from Chengdao Peak, returning to his chamber.

The Daoist exchange that followed was fiery and intense.

Like white garments stripped away by day, like the Yellow River flowing into the sea…

“Shameless! I would never betray Bai Di.”

“Bastard, you’re hurting me.”

“Han Li, be gentle.”

“Han Li, why have you stopped moving?”

“….”

When her melodious voice subsided, Biyuan could not help but pull over a blanket to cover her exhausted body.

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

Biyuan, the Artifact Spirit of the Bihai Bowl, fumed, her voice brimming with anger.