Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch’s Marriage-Chapter 731

Chapter 731: Chapter 278: Pulling Wool and Raising Pigs, The Stunned Emperor Changfeng, Several Buddhist Girls, Han Li’s Big Move_1 Chapter 731: Chapter 278: Pulling Wool and Raising Pigs, The Stunned Emperor Changfeng, Several Buddhist Girls, Han Li’s Big Move_1 The setting sun dipped low in the west, casting its lingering glow across the land and painting the scenery in hues of orange and red.

A cloud boat sailed in from the horizon, entering Leizhou.

It made its way forward and eventually came to a stop above Dingyuan Manor.

Han Yongji, dressed in splendid green garments, looked down languidly at the mountains and rivers below, and immediately his gaze fell upon the exceptionally short hill amongst the range of mountains.

With a casual gesture, Han Yongji put away the cloud boat and flew down toward the area, making no attempt to hide his tracks.

Han Yongji had initially wanted to find a few witches to entertain himself with, only to discover that not a single Cultivator of the demon path remained in Sanzhou territory; they had all completely vanished.

Instead, there seemed to be a lot more of other cultivators.

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Right now, many were watching Han Yongji, curious to see what he was up to in Leizhou.

As a direct descendant of Chengsheng Mountain, Han Yongji’s every move attracted great interest and had already drawn the attention of numerous cultivators, who followed him, eager to discern his purpose.

But it was mere curiosity.

Even if there were some fortuitous opportunity, no one would dare to rob a direct descendant of Chengsheng Mountain’s Han Mansion in the Xuan Domain, let alone think about killing him.

If there were any danger, that would be their chance.

Extending a helping hand to Han Yongji and offering some assistance, or even saving him, would bring them astonishing rewards, and they might even use this as a chance to join Chengsheng Mountain.

“What is Han Yongji doing in Leizhou when he should be at Chengsheng Mountain?”

“Maybe he’s coming back to visit his hometown?

But that’s not right either; the Han Mansion’s hometown is in Fengyang Manor’s Lingjun City, and yet Han Yongji has come to Dingyuan Manor.”

“It is said that Han Yongji belongs to the line of Lu Tianxiang, the first wife of ‘that one,’ whose status is incredibly high.

And it seems that several of Lu Tianxiang’s children have been to Dingyuan Manor in Leizhou before…”

“It looks like Dingyuan Manor must have some grand opportunity, perhaps a secret territory left by someone from a previous life that bestows against-the-Heaven’s-creation rewards to those who pass the test?”

“I have heard a rumor that beneath the hundred-meter hill in Dingyuan Manor lies suppressed a Heaven Imperial Realm Great Emperor who lived through the ancient catastrophe.”

Many cultivators watched as Han Yongji flew toward the small mountain.

They stopped following him, some standing high in the firmament, others on their cloud boats, all discussing animatedly.

They were all communicating via voice transmission, careful not to let Han Yongji hear some of their more taboo words, fearing trouble if Han Yongji was not open-minded.

Han Yongji, unbothered by these cultivators, landed behind the small mountain.

In his right hand appeared a crystal bead, which at the next moment burst into a dazzling white light.

Han Yongji’s figure then disappeared.

The underworld world.

“Get out!”

No sooner had Han Yongji arrived than he heard an angry roar by his ear.

He dug into his ear with his slender finger and wore a gentle smile on his face as he said, “Great Emperor, why such anger?”

Of course, Han Yongji knew why Emperor Changfeng was seething—it was all because of the trouble his brothers and sisters had caused, so he paid it no mind.

On the contrary, he even coaxed Emperor Changfeng.

Otherwise, how would he complete his task?

“Has the Han Mansion had enough?

One comes after another; what, do you want to fleece me till I’m bare?”

Within the nine-colored light barrier, Emperor Changfeng spoke with a cold and shadowy voice, as dark as water.

“The Great Emperor jests.

With your esteemed self being a powerhouse of the Heaven Imperial Realm, possessing immeasurable strength, how could our Han Mansion dare to offend you?”

“Moreover…

as a legendary powerhouse who survived the ancient catastrophe, even a mere trifle from you counts as an against-the-Heaven’s-creation opportunity for us.”

Han Yongji was full of flattery, always maintaining a warm smile for Emperor Changfeng.

Yet internally, he was full of sarcasm.

They in the Han Mansion really did defer to Emperor Changfeng, having sent only a few.

They had to understand, there were over a million descendants in the Han Mansion…

A single Heaven Imperial Realm Great Emperor wasn’t enough for them to plunder!

“Hehe~”

Emperor Changfeng chuckled coldly.

“The little brats who came before you said the same thing.”

“Can’t you come up with a different set of flattering lines for me?

Do you really think I’m that foolish?”

Emperor Changfeng laughed out of frustration.

These whelps from the Han Mansion were too much—everyone who came here spoke nearly the same words.

“You’re mistaken, Great Emperor.

You misunderstand us; these are words from the heart.”

“Before coming to see you, my eldest brother, second sister, third sister, fourth brother…

they all instructed me well, to treat the Great Emperor with the utmost respect.

After all, you are our benefactor.”

Han Yongji spoke calmly and confidently, unswayed by the emotions of Emperor Changfeng.

“Hehe~”

“You Han’s, not a single one of you is any good.”

Emperor Changfeng scoffed coldly, unmoved.

He had already guessed that the newcomer was the younger brother of Han Yongzhen, Han Yongxiang, and Han Yonglu—and now it seemed he was correct.

Birds of a feather flock together.

It’s like they’re intent on shearing me to death!

Despite his dissatisfaction with the Han Mansion, Han Yongji, and his siblings, Emperor Changfeng also had his own schemes in mind, otherwise, he wouldn’t keep falling for their tricks.

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What was called being tricked was actually part of his own plans, including his reactions, which were just for show to those from the Han Mansion.

While the Han Mansion hoped to continuously gain fortunes from him, Emperor Changfeng was no easy mark.

He had already harbored a deep-seated hatred for the Han Mansion, always plotting carefully.

He had opted for a more cautious and steady approach in his schemes.

If the Han Mansion kept on fleecing him, it suited his plans perfectly, allowing him to avoid rushing and risking the failure of his schemes.

As long as the Han Mansion continued sending people, Emperor Changfeng could bide his time, casting out bait bit by bit, luring the Han Mansion to keep sending more people.

Each opportunity Emperor Changfeng provided had been tampered with.

It wasn’t as obvious as the first time, but it was very secretive, each time involved only a part of it.