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In the Secret Realm of Chengsheng Mountain.

Han Li along with Jiang Baiye and Yun Miaoyi walked across the mountainous terrain, measuring the expanse of this secret territory with their steps.

When they felt a bit weary, the trio rested atop a mountain summit, and then Elder Han would immerse himself in the breathtaking landscape.

First was Jiang Baiye performing a sword dance in the sky, akin to a fairy swordsman descending from the moon palace, followed by Yun Miaoyi’s dance—a Demon Dance that earned Elder Han’s immediate salute.

Gazing at the Devil Princess, Yun Miaoyi, absorbed in her Demon Dance, Han Li moved closer to Jiang Baiye’s ear and, nibbling on her delicate and exquisite earlobe, whispered a sentence.

Jiang Baiye’s strikingly beautiful face flushed crimson in an instant. She stole a glance at Yun Miaoyi, displaying a coy and inviting demeanor that made Elder Han’s mouth water.

Without hesitation, Elder Han took the opportunity to deliver a sermon right there, expounding on deep philosophical truths with great simplicity. For a moment, it was as if mountains echoed and dragons and phoenixes danced in harmony.

After the discourse with Jiang Baiye concluded, she found that Yun Miaoyi had already finished her dance and was watching with great interest. Jiang Baiye then fled in disarray.

Yun Miaoyi arched her brow at Han Li, feeling a bit helpless at her husband’s antics, yet she found it thrilling.

So, at the next mountaintop, while Jiang Baiye transformed into the stunning fairy swordsman in the air, the Devil Princess Yun Miaoyi also sat and discussed philosophy with Elder Han.

Han Li, ever generous to those who thirsted for knowledge, did not hold back. He instructed her, opening her path to enlightenment, overwhelming the Devil Princess Yun Miaoyi with hundreds of billions of pieces of knowledge.

After their leisurely mountain outing, Han Li and his companions Jiang Baiye and Yun Miaoyi departed the Secret Realm of Chengsheng Mountain and returned to The Li Manor.

Atop the Chong Xiao Pavilion, Han Li stood on the highest structure in the Daqian Capital City, surveying the bustling city below.

On this floor, besides Han Li, there were two women—one was his beautiful concubine, Mu Wanyan; the other was his servant concubine, Fairy Li Na.

The two women shared a special relationship: one was the daughter of the Daqian National Teacher, the other his disciple, and both had fallen into Elder Han’s clutches.

“What a pity that the Daqian National Teacher won’t witness this scene,” Han Li mused with a soft sigh as he looked down at the prosperous Daqian Capital City.

A pause in the movements of the kneeling Li Na and Mu Wanyan signified a deeply buried shame had been uncovered, leaving the women feeling a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable thrill.

They indeed had a special connection with the Daqian National Teacher, yet now they were concubines and servant concubines of Han Li. Before, they had both been virgins without a single dao companion.

Then there was one, and although Han Li was not their dao companion, he was their master and consummated the relationships successfully.

“Speak no ill of the absent,” Han Li frowned slightly.

Li Na and Mu Wanyan ignored his admonition, seemingly fueled by their emotions and perhaps finding the situation even more stimulating.

Especially Li Na, who as one of the five renowned fairies of the Capital City, had been well-known for her eloquence. After becoming Han Li’s servant concubine, she was completely tamed by him, lavishing him with praise and affection unrestrainedly in everyday conversation.

When emotions reached their peak, the two women couldn’t help but wail to Han Li, “Husband, we want…”

With a grand wave of his hand, Elder Han granted their request, giving Li Na and Mu Wanyan a sense of immense relief that their earnest flattery had not been in vain.

After spending some time at The Li Manor, Han Li was considering departure when his eyes suddenly sparkled.

Was someone delivering themselves into his hands?

His Divine Sense enveloped the Daqian Capital City and he saw a breathtakingly beautiful figure glide into the city, making her way towards The Li Manor.

The exquisite being possessed a formidable aura, actually revealing the power of a Great Grandmaster from the Myriad Phenomena Realm, which surprised Han Li even more.

But it came at a good time. Recently, he was somewhat troubled as Li Feiyu, one of his aliases, had difficulty in finding a wife. It was primarily because in the Capital City and even across the six regions of the Qian Dynasty, women with good qualifications and stunning appearances had mostly been married to Han Li already.

Another reason was Han Li’s raised standards for taking wives and concubines. Many who could have been wives were now only eligible as concubines, and many who might have become his concubines now fell short of his criteria.

The entrance of a Great Grandmaster from the Myriad Phenomena Realm, making no effort to conceal her aura into the Capital City, naturally drew the attention of the various forces within the city.

When they tried to investigate further or suppress her, they discovered that this Great Grandmaster was heading straight for The Li Manor. Subsequently, they reined in their intent, opting to watch and wait.

They had a premonition that the master of The Li Manor was likely to take another wife.

After all, this enigmatic Great Grandmaster who had suddenly appeared was a stunning beauty of unparalleled charm and grace.

Qiu Shuhui flew all the way to The Li Manor, pausing briefly before continuing forward, encountering no resistance from any great formations.

“Come up and chat~”

A voice reached Qiu Shuhui’s ears and she looked up at the Chong Xiao Pavilion. In a blink, her figure appeared on the top floor of the pavilion.

“Qiu Shuhui pays respects to the master of The Li Manor.”

Qiu Shuhui curtsied, her movements lithe and graceful, a beguiling smile playing upon her lips.

Han Li remained silent, simply observing the Great Grandmaster of the Myriad Phenomena Realm who had delivered herself to him. Qiu Shuhui smiled charmingly, undisturbed and confident—she had been ready before coming to The Li Manor.

Dressed in a pristine white gown, Qiu Shuhui’s mature and alluring figure, with curves too bountiful to ignore, swayed with the delicate fabric. The flowing dress accentuated her exquisite figure with perfection.

She was unmatched in elegance, like a luminescent pearl shedding its glow, ethereal and otherworldly, with a celestial visage and bone structure, and a face near perfection without a single flaw—one of the most beautiful cultivators Han Li had ever encountered.