Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage - Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Chapter 168: How to Play High-Level Matches Without a Smurf Account? The Patriarch Takes Another Concubine_1
 

Yan Liulong’s mature and charming face was full of shock and bewilderment. She was at a loss, seriously suspecting that she had mistaken the person before her.

Leizhou had not seen a warrior of the True Martial Realm for three thousand years, so how had she happened to encounter one?

As her thoughts whirled, Yan Liulong considered two possibilities. The first was that Han Li had always been at the True Martial Realm, pretending to be at the God Refining Realm, deliberately baiting a trap—he was too cunning and deceitful.

The second was that this person was not Han Li but someone else impersonating him.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Yan Liulong’s mind, and she blurted out, “Are you Li Feiyu?”

She felt certain she was right—that Han Li was just a false identity used by Li Feiyu. The True Martial Realm couldn’t just pop up out of nowhere; it was usually old monsters.

In the Xuan Domain, there were only so many at the True Martial Realm; within the Daqian Empire, there were currently only two, Da Qian’s ancestral master Chu Zhenxiong and the manor lord of The Li Manor, Li Feiyu.

Han Li was greedy for feminine beauty, madly taking in concubines. Li Feiyu was the same, and the first time he appeared, it was to save Tianxuan Mountain.

The outside world thought Li Feiyu was truly grateful, that the founding ancestral master of Tianxuan Mountain had once helped him. Now it seemed this was not the case at all. The false identity of Han Li was a disciple of Tianxuan Mountain. Li Feiyu was strong enough to help on a whim.

“It looks like the old concubine-collecting ancestor hasn’t changed after all,” Yan Liulong muttered to herself.

Han Li was the former concubine-collecting ancestor, and Li Feiyu the current one, but no one knew they were the same person.

At most, people might think the two were related, perhaps Han Li was a descendant of Li Feiyu. They would not consider them to be the same person—the gap in their cultivation was too vast.

Information about Han Li was easy to obtain. He was only a little over two hundred years old, having reached the Innate Realm just decades ago. It was impossible for him to cultivate to the True Martial Realm so quickly.

Advancing to the Myriad Phenomena Realm, the True Martial Realm, was exceedingly difficult. Those who were gurus in the Void Realm and grandmasters in the Myriad Phenomena Realm knew all too well, as if there was an insurmountable gulf blocking them, preventing this crucial step forward.

Yan Liulong was also acutely aware of this. With her Fourth Grade talent, she had been at the peak of the Hollow Realm for many years. If not for her recent significant achievements and the rewards she received, she wouldn’t know how much longer it would have taken to break through to the Myriad Phenomena Realm.

Had she not come looking for trouble with Han Li, only to be attacked and subdued by this man, she wouldn’t have had this speculation.

Yet, deep down she had another guess—that Li Feiyu was Han Li’s false identity. Though both were the same person, the implications were utterly different.

One was pretending to be an old monster while the other a minor cultivator, each bringing a completely different shock to people.

Yan Liulong didn’t believe it. She’d rather believe that Li Feiyu was the true entity.

“You’re quite clever,” Han Li laughed but offered no explanation.

Li Feiyu was him, and Han Li was him as well—the names were just code. He could also be called Ye Fan, Shi Hao, Zhong Yue, or Jiang Nan.

These days, who doesn’t have several aliases?

How do you play high-end games without an alternate account?

Yan Liulong’s expression turned bitter. What did guessing right amount to when she could not escape from Li Feiyu’s grasp?

She thought capturing Han Li would be easy upon entering the Qian Dynasty, that it would be effortless. She left without making much preparation.

Yan Liulong then thought that even if she had reserved some tricks, it would have been useless. If her master came to rescue her, it would only endanger the master as well.

Though the Yinyang Sect still had another True Martial Realm warrior, Dugu Bing, they stood no chance against Li Feiyu. Dugu Bing had already been gravely injured by Li Feiyu’s few sword strikes, and with her cultivation now declined, it was likely a one-way trip.

“Sect Master.”

At that moment, the voice of Yun Miaoyi brought Yan Liulong back to reality. She then noticed someone beside Li Feiyu, who had been so captivating and shocking that she had completely missed the other presence.

“Miaoyi? How come you are here?”

Yan Liulong mumbled dully, looking back and forth between Li Feiyu and Yun Miaoyi, who was in his embrace.

“Have you been captured by Li Feiyu too?”

Yan Liulong felt certain this must be the case. No wonder there had been no news from Yun Miaoyi for half a year; she had fallen into the hands of Li Feiyu. She saw her own fate in Yun Miaoyi.

As a fellow enchantress, she feared she would be the next Yun Miaoyi.

“Sort of,” said Yun Miaoyi with a sigh, looking at the shocked Yan Liulong. “My husband will not be too harsh on you.”

“Husband?” Yan Liulong’s pupils constricted, but just as she was about to speak, she found herself unable to open her mouth.

Han Li was no longer interested in listening to her talk. He took Yun Miaoyi and Yan Liulong back to Chengdao Peak, entrusted Yan Liulong to a maid, and then continued spending time with Yun Miaoyi.

At the summit of Chengdao Peak, Yun Miaoyi hesitated before asking, “Husband, what do you intend to do with her?”

“Let’s make her a servant concubine,” said Han Li nonchalantly.

“But Yan Liulong is a great grandmaster of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, and she’s so seductive and mature. Can you really bear it?” Yun Miaoyi tried to persuade him.

She had thought that even if her husband didn’t give Yan Liulong the status of a wife, he would at least give her the status of a concubine. She hadn’t expected her to become just a servant concubine.

Being a servant concubine meant having no title, no status—a noble sect master and grandmaster of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, reduced to just a servant concubine. That was too sorrowful.

“She is different from you,” Han Li shook his head.

While Yan Liulong was indeed a mature and stunning beauty, she was a practitioner of the Collection and Supplement Method, infamous for her allure. Han Li had no desire to be her successor.

Had it not been for Yun Miaoyi’s plea, acting on the principle of not wasting resources, Han Li would merely have intended to make Yan Liulong a female servant, useful enough for procreation, to breed in abundance.

Female servants did not require much attention; the more they bred, the better. With Yan Liulong’s high talent, she could produce a large number of offspring with decent potential.

Yun Miaoyi pursed her lips and sighed without further persuasion.

She understood Han Li’s point. Yan Liulong’s past reputation had ruined her prospects. If she were just a mature and beautiful woman, with Yan Liulong’s talent and cultivation, she believed her husband would have accepted her.