Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch’s Marriage-Chapter 732

Chapter 732: Chapter 278: Shearing Wool and Raising Pigs, the Stupefied Emperor Changfeng, Several Buddhist Girls, Han Li’s Major Move_2 Chapter 732: Chapter 278: Shearing Wool and Raising Pigs, the Stupefied Emperor Changfeng, Several Buddhist Girls, Han Li’s Major Move_2 In the end, some key members of the Han Mansion were bound to be under his control; by then, the already grown Han Mansion would be just the help he needed to break free.

Once freed, he’d exterminate the entire Han Mansion.

As long as he could get out of the grand formation, he’d quickly return to his peak.

With his strength, although he couldn’t provoke the several Sacred Lands of Qianyuan Divine Province, wasn’t dealing with the little Han Family as easy as capturing them in the palm of his hand?

This was Emperor Changfeng’s plan, and he called it: fattening the pig.

When the Han Mansion, this pig, had been fattened, it would be time for his reckoning, a ruthless harvest to avenge the hatred festering in his heart.

As for whether the Han Mansion would grow beyond his control, Emperor Changfeng had considered this, but he did not care.

...

Because it was impossible for them to grow beyond his control.

In his eyes, the Han Mansion was just a minor family.

It was not about claiming power in Qianyuan Divine Province, they would even need to keep their tails between their legs in the Xuan Domain.

That Lu Tianxiang had been at the Myriad Phenomena Realm for decades, and Han Li was almost the same, decades had passed, even with his help, at most they might have cultivated to the Divine Yuan Realm.

Another hundred years and Han Li and Lu Tianxiang achieving the Tongxuan Realm would be heralded as a prodigious talent.

Yet, in his eyes, they were still as insignificant as ants, whether in the Tongxuan Realm or the Sacred Abyss Realm, he could kill countless with just a slap.

The only thing that surprised Emperor Changfeng was the talent of Han Li and Lu Tianxiang’s descendants.

Lu Tianxiang had only second or third-grade talent; Han Yongzhen was mostly the same, but the ones that followed, up to Han Yongji, had increasingly higher talent.

Through the Emperor Formation, although he couldn’t inspect them closely, he could still see the cultivation and ages of people like Han Yongji, and it was impossible to hide these from him at a glance.

Every descendant from the Han Mansion that came here was below twenty years old and in the Myriad Phenomena Realm, seemingly with some unique opportunity.

But that was it; Emperor Changfeng did not take them to heart.

The higher their talent, the better it was for him.

With his help, Han Yongzhen, Han Yongxiang, and others grew rapidly, yet would eventually be under his control, just in time to aid in his escape.

Read 𝓁atest chapters at fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm Only.

“Great Emperor, your prejudice against us runs too deep, It truly saddens us.”

“Big brother and the others have learned your cultivation techniques and martial skills; they can be considered your disciples.

They hold you in the utmost admiration.

There’s no need for such wariness, we’re all family here.”

“In order to bring us closer together, I ask you, Great Emperor, to bestow upon me some Emperor Level cultivation techniques and martial skills.

And if you could also provide some high-level pill formulas and blueprints, if you could even grant me a few Emperor weapons, that would be the icing on the cake…”

Han Yongji nattered on and on, maintaining a gentle tone from beginning to end without showing any impatience.

Although Han Mansion of Chengsheng Mountain was the First Power in the Yuankun Domain, possessing many Immortal weapons capable of easily slaying Emperor Changfeng, it was none of his concern.

Han Yongji just wanted to snatch some opportunities from Emperor Changfeng and then go back to report; otherwise, if he performed too poorly, he’d lose face in front of his father, Han Li, making his future much less pleasant.

A missed step leads to a cascade of mistakes, a slight misstep here means extra effort is needed later to compensate.

Therefore, Han Yongji strove to make the most out of this single opportunity.

How Aunt Purple Miao and his father decided to deal with Emperor Changfeng was no longer his concern.

“Dreaming in broad daylight, are you?”

Watching the young man in blue shamelessly make his requests, Emperor Changfeng couldn’t help but ridicule him.

Although he was plotting, he was no wish-granting machine.

“Great Emperor, start with a high bid and settle for a lower price.

I’m not even asking for your most precious Immortal Scriptures or Immortal Grade Martial Skills and the like.

Of course, if you insist on giving them to me, I won’t refuse,” Han Yongji cheerfully said.

He even stepped forward, crossing the kilometer red line, seemingly unaware of any danger.

In fact, there was indeed no danger to him; he carried Supreme Grade Emperor weapons with him.

As long as Emperor Changfeng had no Immortal weapons, he couldn’t harm him.

“You really are insatiable, just like your annoying brothers and sisters,” Emperor Changfeng said through gritted teeth.

He had heard this several times already; Han Yongxiang, Han Yonglu, and others all wanted to snatch away his Immortal Scriptures and Immortal Grade Martial Skills.

Emperor Changfeng indeed possessed them but would not give them away because otherwise, the attraction to the Han Family’s descendants would greatly diminish.

If he were not trapped and forced to continually lay out plans, he would have already killed these descendants of the Han Family.

Han Yongji shrugged, not saying anything.

He was well aware of Emperor Changfeng’s plotting, but it didn’t matter—it was all for nothing regarding him and the Han Family.

The fear is the silence that comes out of the blue.

After a moment of silence, Emperor Changfeng took the initiative to ask, “What’s your name?”

“Han Yongji,” replied Han Yongji with a flash in his eyes.

“Your name happens to be better than your brothers’ and sisters’.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“You’ve got thick skin.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“Heh~”

Emperor Changfeng chuckled coldly, no longer desiring any interaction.

Seeing Han Yongji remain silent, staring straight at him with a look that said he wouldn’t leave without an opportunity, Emperor Changfeng wanted to slap him dead.

“Your father, does he still refuse to come and see me?” Emperor Changfeng sighed.

Han Yongji gave Emperor Changfeng a surprised look and said, “Is that how much you want to find…

my father?”

He initially wanted to say “seek death,” but it wasn’t appropriate to say it now; it could easily make Emperor Changfeng suspicious, and that would make it difficult for him to complete his task.

So, Han Yongji decided to snatch some opportunities first, since their line had no more chances left anyway.

Emperor Changfeng nodded, “I want to see him.”

For the man who repeatedly thwarted his plans, Emperor Changfeng’s teeth itched with hatred, yet Han Li never came here, which aggravated him even more.