Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage

Chapter 168: Chapter 138: The Ancestor Has Taken Yet Another Concubine_2

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As far as she knew, no unusual movements came from the Dao Domain or the Devil Region, represented by Bai Yujing and the Heavenly Demon Hall, respectively. The Sword Domain, Demon Domain, and Barbarian Region also hadn’t sent anyone.

Even so, she had no shortage of enemies.

The Buddhist Sect was always shameless, and the Kurong Sect, being near the Da Qian Empire, would definitely intervene, perhaps even visitors from Xumi Mountain; the True Martial Realm masters from Yinyang Sect were highly likely to act, and practitioners from the demon path wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

The Demon Clan had been in distress lately, and since the Dragon Ball was of great help to the Demon Clan, the True Martial Realm masters from the Demon Domain would also come.

Then there were the surrounding powers like Da Qian, Da Jing, Da Liang, Emperor Wu’s City, and even the Ancient Empire that might take action, as well as the Mysterious Forces secretly meddling within Da Qian.

She had already exposed quite a few enemies, not to mention those potential powerhouses who hadn’t yet shown themselves.

While she was powerful, her realm was still far from its peak, and with her combat ability, she could sweep through most in the True Martial Realm.

But if the number of True Martial Realm warriors was too high, it could still affect her, and no one knew whether these True Martial Realm warriors under Emperor Wu would use some powerful moves.

Some of these moves, if used in a sneak attack, could possibly injure her, and once injured, it would create an opportunity for others.

Therefore, when Long Yue arrived in Leizhou, she was anything but courteous, directly challenging Prince Wu’an to establish her dominance and to flaunt her strength, hoping to scare away some of the powerhouses.

Under the huge disparity in strength, no matter how enticing the opportunity was, it wasn’t as important as one’s life. Many powerhouses, after weighing the pros and cons, would stay away if they deemed the risks too high.

“I hope there’s no Divine Yuan Realm warrior under Emperor Wu. Otherwise, that would be utterly shameless,” she thought.

Overlooking the mountains and rivers, Long Yue’s Spiritual Sense swept over the vast territories time and again, attempting to locate all the hidden True Martial Realm experts, while also checking for the presence of any Divine Yuan Realm warriors.

While her strength was formidable, she was no match for a Divine Yuan Realm warrior unless her cultivation reached the peak of the True Martial Realm.

Divine Yuan Realm warriors, who mostly used King Grade Pills during their time in the True Martial Realm, had celestial strength that pierced through heaven and earth. In this age, they were among Qianyuan Divine Province’s peak powerhouses.

Such strong figures rarely make moves, each wary of the other, balancing each other out to maintain a stable power structure.

Within the Xuan Domain, it was certain that forces such as Da Qian, Da Jing, and Emperor Wu’s City did not harbor any Divine Yuan Realm warriors; however, there were doubts concerning the Ancient Empire.

The Ancient Empire is ancient and profound, always seated comfortably as the number one power in the Xuan Domain, with territories that exceed the combined size of the Da Qian, Da Jing, and Da Liang empires.

Although other domains like the Devil Region, Buddha Domain, and Dao Domain extended their reach into the Xuan Domain, they only had up to True Martial Realm masters, which were kept in check by the Ancient Empire.

With such influence, it was highly likely that the Ancient Empire was concealing a Divine Yuan Realm warrior, which made the other paths somewhat cautious, but just somewhat.

After all, compared to Bai Yujing, Xumi Mountain, and the Heavenly Demon Hall, the Ancient Empire pales significantly; they also maintained checks and balances amongst themselves.

Long Yue’s greatest fear was that a Divine Yuan Realm warrior from the Ancient Empire would make a move. As long as such a warrior didn’t act, the present True Martial Realm warriors, although somewhat pressuring, were not a big problem for her.

With two or three years remaining until the Secret Territory emerges, Long Yue didn’t want to gamble, even if the likelihood of a Divine Yuan Realm warrior appearing was small. She had to first ensure that no Divine Yuan Realm warrior was present before daring to open the Secret Territory.

Otherwise, it would be like making the bridal gown for someone else.

If there really were any shameless Divine Yuan Realm warriors lurking in the shadows, she would have to make other plans, perhaps venturing to Penglai.

Huozhou City, Royal Manor.

The Royal Manor’s grand array had already been activated, partly as a defense against any potential strong attacker, and partly to keep a secret.

At this moment, two figures were present in the Royal Manor, one being Prince Wu’an, Chu Hao, and the other not Mr. Lan, but rather a middle-aged man in silver battle armor, exuding a majestic and commanding presence.

“Your Imperial Majesty,” Prince Wu’an greeted.

Such words, if they were to spread, would surely create a huge commotion. The abdicating Emperor Qian had come to Huozhou City so quietly. What could he be planning?

Decades ago, Emperor Qian had suddenly given up the throne, rumored to have sustained serious injuries with only a short time to live.

But this robust middle-aged man showed no sign of serious injury; on the contrary, he had reached the True Martial Realm, becoming an Emperor Wu.

“Hao’er, you’ve been reckless,” the former Emperor Qian, Chu Wuji, said flatly.

Prince Wu’an nodded slightly without making any excuses.

News had come from the Capital City that Emperor Chu Wuji would secretly rush over to preside over the situation, but before Chu Wuji could arrive, Prince Wu’an had rashly made his move, becoming the target of the Dragon Maiden’s show of force.

Not only did it affect his own reputation, but it also affected the plans of the Da Qian Empire.

“What’s done is done, it’s useless to say more.”

Chu Wuji didn’t continue to reproach Chu Hao, but turned and said, “Just wait patiently, Li Yue will definitely open the Secret Territory, and even if she doesn’t, the Secret Territory will emerge before long.”

He knew many secrets and understood the gravity of the situation. When Prince Wu’an couldn’t control the situation, and Emperor Qian was informed, he decided to come and provide support.

At any cost, they must fight for the Dragon Ball, even if it means a great sacrifice.

The Dragon Ball was of utmost importance to the Qian Dynasty. With it, Prince Wu’an could Craft King Grade Pills to aim for the Divine Yuan Realm. Both he and the old ancestor could use it to rebuild their foundations, and in the future, they could possibly reach the Divine Yuan Realm.

By then, all the turmoil within Da Qian could be quelled, and they could even take advantage of the situation to become the number one power in the Xuan Domain. Even if they could not compare to Sacred Lands such as Bai Yujing or Xumi Mountain, the current unstable situation would no longer occur.

Time flowed idly by, and five months passed in the blink of an eye.

Yuanzhou, Chengsheng Mountain.

The Artifact Refining Ancestor was refining an artifact, certainly not a supreme treasure, but it could at least be considered a significant treasure.

As a top-tier Seventh Grade Artifact Refiner, Han Ancestor was adept at this, with outstanding skill, he steadily controlled everything.

After a series of intricate manipulations, hammering the significant treasure into various shapes, he finally polished it to a silky smoothness, shaping it as he desired.

“Refreshing!”

Looking at his accomplishment, excitement adorned Han Li’s face. This time, he had refined three treasures at once, successfully crafting three identical significant treasures.

“Sigh~”

Han Ancestor glanced at the three treasures, exhaled deeply, and vanished.

The next instant, Han Ancestor appeared at the summit of Chengdao Peak, feeling completely refreshed and clear-headed.

During these five months, Han Ancestor had taken another concubine, just one time, and the concubines were triplets.

The triplets were named Zhou Zhiruo, Zhou Zhirou, and Zhou Zhixuan, each with a semblance score around eighty-six, and their talents were merely eighth grade.

They came from a family in Yonchang Manor within the Gangyuan Realm, a family that recently faced a great crisis and could not find a solution. In the end, they approached Han Ancestor for aid.

Wishing to offer their daughters to Han Ancestor, they sought to leverage his influence to resolve their troubles.

Han Ancestor heard that the beautiful female cultivators sent as potential concubines were initially unwilling; he had raised his standard for taking concubines to seventh grade talents.

However, after seeing the three beautiful cultivators sent by the family, Han Ancestor felt his standards could be somewhat lowered—standards are rigid, but people are flexible, after all.

Zhou Zhirou, Zhou Zhiruo, and Zhou Zhixuan were identical triplets, all exuding a type of pure innocence—which brightened Han Ancestor’s eyes at first sight.

The three women had low cultivation and poor talents, likely facing an unpromising future, so Han Ancestor felt it his duty to assist them, to teach and enhance their cultivation, ensuring they led good lives.

This was not because Han Ancestor wanted to taste something new, even though he hadn’t had this type in his collection of concubines before.

Enough said, it was truly delightful.

Although not particularly enchanting, Han Ancestor expressed a liking for this kind of feeling.

Therefore, Han Ancestor gladly accepted, and after a few days, he threw a grand feast, marrying the Zhou sisters, allowing them a happy life on Chengdao Peak.

Han Ancestor considered himself a very good man, constantly toiling, always diligently tilling the land, solely to cultivate a fertile ground. He had to sow as well because only then could one reap a harvest. If this wasn’t the archetype of an old farmer, then what was?

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