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In the Secret Realm of Chengsheng Mountain.

Han Li, along with Jiang Baiye and Yun Miaoyi, walked across the landscape, measuring the realm with their steps.

When they felt somewhat tired, the trio would rest at the summit of a mountain, and then Elder Han would start admiring the scenery.

First, Jiang Baiye would dance with her sword in the air, like a female sword fairy descending from the moon palace. Then Yun Miaoyi would dance, performing the Demon Dance that made Elder Han salute in admiration.

Watching Yun Miaoyi, who was performing the Demon Dance, Han Li leaned close to Jiang Baiye’s ear, took her delicate earlobe in his teeth, and whispered a sentence.

Jiang Baiye’s exquisite face flushed red in an instant. She sneaked a glance at Yun Miaoyi, showing a coy and inviting demeanor that made Elder Han’s appetite stir.

So, Elder Han didn’t hesitate to reveal his divine teachings, explaining profound Daoist philosophies in simple terms, making the mountains resonate and surround them with an aura of dragons and phoenixes auspiciousness.

After Elder Han and Jiang Baiye’s discussion ended, Jiang Baiye found that Yun Miaoyi had already finished dancing and was watching with interest; she immediately fled in embarrassment.

Yun Miaoyi raised her eyebrows at Han Li, feeling somewhat helpless but also thrilled by her husband’s behavior.

Thus, at the next mountaintop, when Jiang Baiye transformed into a stunning female sword fairy and danced in the sky, the Devil Princess Yun Miaoyi also sat and discussed the Dao with Elder Han.

To the knowledge-thirsty Devil Princess, Han Li naturally would not be stingy. He imparted all his teachings to her, enlightening and guiding her, defeating her with billions and billions of meticulously formed soldiers.

After their leisurely exploration, Han Li left the Secret Realm of Chengsheng Mountain with Jiang Baiye and Yun Miaoyi and returned to The Li Manor.

Atop the Chong Xiao Pavilion, Han Li stood on the highest structure of the Daqian Empire and overlooked the Capital City.

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

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

“It’s a pity, the Daqian National Teacher will not witness this scene,” Han Li sighed lightly as he looked at the bustling Capital City.

The movements of Li Na and Mu Wanyan, who were kneeling on the ground, hesitated for a moment, feeling a wave of shame wash over them as the innermost veil of modesty in their hearts was suddenly lifted, yet there was an unexplainable thrill.

Ultimately, they had a special connection to the Daqian National Teacher, but now they were both concubines and servant concubines to Han Li, who were virgins before and had never even had a Dao companion.

Thereafter, they had one, and although Han Li was not their Dao companion, he was after all their husband, succeeding thoroughly.

“Speak more kindly,” Han Li frowned slightly.

Li Na and Mu Wanyan ignored him, seemingly angry yet also finding the situation more stimulating.

Especially Li Na, who as one of the five renowned fairies of the Capital City, was known for her eloquence and, having become Han Li’s servant concubine, was thoroughly tamed by him, praising and cherishing him incessantly, never spare of compliments in daily life.

When their emotions built up to a certain level, the two women finally couldn’t hold back and tearfully pleaded to Han Li, “Husband, we want…”

Elder Han waved his hand graciously, granting their wishes and relieving Li Na and Mu Wanyan as if freeing them from a heavy burden, making their fervent flattery not in vain.

After spending some time in The Li Manor, just as Han Li was considering leaving, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It seemed someone was throwing themselves into his lap?

His Divine Sense covered the Capital City, observing a stunning figure flying into the city and heading towards The Li Manor.

This stunning figure possessed a powerful presence; she was a Great Grandmaster of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, which surprised Han Li even more.

However, it was opportune. Of late, he had been somewhat troubled, as his alter ego Li Feiyu found it difficult to marry – mainly because, in the Capital City and even the six states of Daqian, the talented and beautiful female cultivators had been almost entirely taken by Han Li himself.

Another reason was that Han Li had raised the bar for taking wives and concubines. Many who could have been wives were now only eligible to be concubines, and many who might have been concubines now failed to meet Han Li’s standards.

The appearance of a Great Grandmaster from the Myriad Phenomena Realm not concealing her presence entering the Capital City naturally drew the attention of various forces within the city.

When they tried to investigate further or suppress her, they realized that this Great Grandmaster was heading straight for The Li Manor and immediately reined in their thoughts, deciding to observe the situation.

They had a feeling that the Manor Lord of The Li Manor was likely about to take another wife.

After all, this mysteriously appearing Great Grandmaster from the Myriad Phenomena Realm was a bewitching, extraordinarily beautiful woman, a rare beauty.

Qiu Shuhui flew all the way to The Li Manor, paused briefly, then continued forward, indeed encountering no resistance from any grand formations.

“Come over for a chat~”

A voice reached Qiu Shuhui’s ear, and she looked up at the Chong Xiao Pavilion, her figure appearing on the top floor the next instant.

“Qiu Shuhui pays respect to the Manor Lord,” she said with a curtsy, her smile charming and eyes full of anticipation.

Han Li didn’t speak but quietly appraised the Great Grandmaster from the Myriad Phenomena Realm who had thrown herself at him. Qiu Shuhui smiled enchantingly, without any signs of nervousness, remaining calm and composed. She had come prepared to The Li Manor.

Qiu Shuhui wore a snow-white dress that outlined her mature allure and abundant charm. With the breeze lifting her dress, her exquisite curves were perfectly sketched out.

She was like an unparalleled beauty, shimmering like a pearl with elegance and an ethereal presence, possessing skin as smooth as jade, divine beauty in her bones, with a countenance so nearly perfect and without a single flaw—she was one of the most beautiful women Han Li had ever seen.