Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch’s Marriage-Chapter 739

Chapter 739: Chapter 281: Han Bapi, the New Chengsheng Mountain, Grand Atmosphere, All Saints Coming to Court!

Elder Han Takes Another Wife_1 Chapter 739: Chapter 281: Han Bapi, the New Chengsheng Mountain, Grand Atmosphere, All Saints Coming to Court!

Elder Han Takes Another Wife_1 “Fellow Daoist Han, I’ve told you everything in great detail, so…”

Somehow, Emperor Changfeng had come back to his senses and asked cautiously.

He wasn’t welcomed back in Bai Yujing, and he didn’t want to return, either.

With the White Emperor dead, his feelings were still rather complex.

The White Emperor was originally a disciple of his father and was like an elder brother to him, and treated him very well.

That was why when the White Emperor betrayed them, he felt both heartache and hatred.

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In the past, the White Emperor hadn’t participated in that significant event and was kept as a reserve, almost considered the heir to Bai Yujing.

It was a pity the White Emperor harbored wild ambitions and, unbeknownst to others, had obtained a True Immortal weapon and kept it hidden.

Seeing the decline of Qianyuan Divine Province and the many constraints within Bai Yujing, the White Emperor, who was still in the Quasi Emperor Realm at the time, took advantage of the True Immortal weapon to launch a surprise attack on several of Bai Yujing’s key forbidden areas, stealing treasures and fleeing.

These events were all learned by Emperor Changfeng afterwards.

Initially, of course, he sided with Bai Yujing since it was the legacy his father left behind, but later he lost all hope.

Bai Yujing had changed, become unrecognizable to him, otherwise he wouldn’t be trapped here.

His resentment towards the White Emperor dissipated with the White Emperor’s death.

Now, he just wanted to survive, get out, continue cultivating, break through to Heavenly Immortal, and see if there was any chance in the future to fulfill his father’s last wishes.

Han Li’s eyes twinkled, and he said with a smile, “Relax, Fellow Daoist Changfeng.

My word is my bond.

If you don’t believe me, you can ask Zhen’er.”

Emperor Changfeng glanced at Zi Miao Zhen without saying a word; he didn’t dare ask.

“My husband’s word is as good as gold,” Zi Miao Zhen said, her melodious voice gentle and clear.

Emperor Changfeng let out a sigh of relief.

“Fellow Daoist Changfeng, have you ever done any manual labor?” Han Li suddenly asked.

“Manual labor?”

Emperor Changfeng was baffled.

What was manual labor?

Han Li patiently explained it to him.

Emperor Changfeng shook his head and said, “Why should I do manual labor?

If there’s a shortage of Spiritual Energy or Spirit Source for cultivation, then just use Immortal Stones or keep using elixirs.”

As the son of a True Immortal, Emperor Changfeng was among the Yuankun Domain’s top tier Second Gen Immortals and had never lacked cultivation resources.

Han Li nodded, acknowledging that being born into wealth was indeed different.

“Why are you asking this, Fellow Daoist Han?” Emperor Changfeng inquired cautiously, feeling that something was amiss.

“Oh, nothing much.

I just want to hire you to do some work for me,” Han Li said with a full smile, finding the idea of a Heaven Imperial Realm handyman quite appealing.

Emperor Changfeng froze.

As expected,

Han Li wasn’t going to let him off that easily.

He was going to be put to work, toil like an ox or horse.

“How long do you want me to work for you, Fellow Daoist Han?” Emperor Changfeng asked cautiously, his mind a maelstrom of emotions.

Here he was, a top-tier Second Gen Immortal, now fallen from grace and needing to work for someone else.

How pitiable.

“Not long, just four or five hundred thousand years,” Han Li said offhandedly.

“Four or five hundred thousand years?!”

Emperor Changfeng’s breath hitched, leaving him utterly flabbergasted.

He had a total lifespan of only a million years and had already lived over a hundred thousand.

If he were to work for Han Li for four or five hundred thousand years, two-thirds of his life would pass by.

“That’s right, I find Fellow Daoist Changfeng quite suitable,” Han Li remarked with a light smile.

Emperor Changfeng was staggered by this number.

As he came to his senses, he quickly said, “That won’t do at all, Fellow Daoist Han.

That’s just…too long by far.”

Han Li looked at Emperor Changfeng with an indifferent gaze that made the emperor’s scalp tingle and a chill rise in his heart, worrying that Han Li might actually kill him when Han Li spoke up.

“Then let’s make it two hundred thousand years.”

“Isn’t that still a bit…” Emperor Changfeng started, steeling himself.

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“Hmm?” Han Li gave him a disapproving glance.

Emperor Changfeng stopped immediately, sighed, and said, “Then it will be as you say, Fellow Daoist.”

He was the fish on the chopping block, without a choice.

Fortunately, he’d haggled a bit and shaved off two or three hundred thousand years.

Otherwise, if he really had to work for Han Li for four or five hundred thousand years, his life would have been bleak.

Han Li smiled in satisfaction.

He’d intentionally thrown out a high number, knowing Emperor Changfeng wouldn’t agree.

After reducing the time, once Emperor Changfeng weighed his options, he’d agree.

If he had offered two hundred thousand years at the start, Emperor Changfeng would still have found it excessive, but compared to four or five hundred thousand years, two hundred thousand would seem short.

“Uhm…fellow Daoist Han, I should be entitled to some form of compensation, right?” Emperor Changfeng spoke up again, still very tentative.

He didn’t want to provoke Han Li further, but for the sake of his cultivation resources, he had to broach the subject.

Otherwise, he might see little progress in his cultivation for the next few hundred thousand years.

“Of course, there is,” Han Li said, his tone shifting, “But don’t expect much.

Fellow Daoist Changfeng, brace yourself.”

Han Li hadn’t planned on providing Emperor Changfeng with much in terms of cultivation resources.

The emperor should be grateful he hadn’t killed him, and yet he was still making demands.

Moreover, with the Spiritual Energy of Chengsheng Mountain so rich, even with few cultivation resources, Emperor Changfeng’s cultivation progress wouldn’t be too slow.

Emperor Changfeng opened his mouth but ended up not voicing his inner thoughts.

Now that Han Li had what he wanted, Emperor Changfeng held little value.

Continuing to haggle would only bring misfortune upon himself.

Seeing that Emperor Changfeng had no objections, Han Li’s Human Path Sword slid out half an inch from its sheath at his waist, the dazzling sword light easily shattered the nine-colored light barrier.

Trapped for over a hundred thousand years, upon his release, Emperor Changfeng felt a weight lift off his shoulders and had the urge to burst into loud laughter, but he did not make a sound.