Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage

Yao Xi!

Xue Yueqing!

Murong Ying!

Ling Lingshuang!

Of course, because Han Li concealed their identities when taking them as his wives, the outside world did not know their true identities, only aware that the Old Ancestor Han kept on taking wives.

In the past, they thought the Old Ancestor Han was merely taking concubines frequently, but now it had changed to frequently taking wives. With so many cherished wives and beautiful concubines already, why couldn’t he settle down?

Countless cultivators looked on with envy, jealousy, and hatred. They also wanted to lie back and welcome a large number of cherished wives and beautiful concubines like the Old Ancestor of the Han Mansion, but sadly they did not have the strength and had to honestly prepare gifts to send to Chengsheng Mountain.

Otherwise, the Old Ancestor of the Han Mansion would indeed assign blame.

The grand wedding ceremony was held as scheduled at the foot of Chengsheng Mountain, where the foothills of Chengsheng Mountain once again bustled with life, gathering a large number of cultivators from Yonchang Manor.

Along the banks of the three major rivers within a hundred miles around Chengsheng Mountain, there were endless banquet tables set with plenty of fish and meat, and the common people from the surrounding mortal cities flocked out, having long awaited this event.

Over the years, the Old Ancestor Han had refrained from taking concubines, leading countless common people to miss those times deeply. Before, they could eat two or three times a month, and sometimes they could even eat continuously for a month, which was truly satisfying.

Atop Chengdao Peak,

Han Li came to Ling Lingshuang’s chamber in his wedding attire; this was their bridal chamber for the wedding night.

Dressed in bridal red, Ling Lingshuang sat quietly on the edge of the bed. Under her red veil, she was irresistibly alluring, yet at this moment, she was somewhat nervous.

Three days ago, having spoken to Xue Yueqing, Ling Lingshuang had already made her decision.

But Ling Lingshuang did not say that she had dragged it out for two days, only telling Han Li of her agreement yesterday. She did not want to agree too quickly, lest Han Li think lightly of her.

Hearing the footsteps entering the chamber, Ling Lingshuang’s breathing became rapid. Thinking about what was to come, a numb sensation involuntarily tingled through her delicate body, growing a bit hotter.

Would it really be comfortable to do that thing?

During these three days, Ling Lingshuang had gotten to know the other cherished wives and beautiful concubines of Han Li, such as Long Yue, Murong Ying, Yao Xi, and others. They had shared their experiences with her.

A flush bloomed upon the exquisite beauty of Ling Lingshuang’s face, and she secretly spat, quickly gathering her thoughts; this was not the time to think about such things.

In the next instant, Han Li lifted Ling Lingshuang’s red veil and as he beheld the stunning beauty before him, inches away, he couldn’t help but swallow.

Ling Lingshuang was undoubtedly beautiful, no less charming than any of his other cherished wives and beautiful concubines. She possessed her own unique character and grace, which made Han Li particularly fond of her.

“Lingshuang.”

Han Li directly addressed her in such a manner, feeling not the slightest bit awkward—as he always had.

Upon hearing this, Ling Lingshuang’s body suddenly got goosebumps. She seldom heard such mushy nicknames, especially under these circumstances.

Ling Lingshuang’s heart throbbed uncontrollably. She tried to calm it, but she could not; she hadn’t yet undone her cultivation seal.

Ling Lingshuang glared at him and said with feigned displeasure, “Don’t call me that. I’m not used to it.”

“Of course, Lingshuang,” Han Li replied with a smile, nodding his head.

Ling Lingshuang rolled her eyes at him. What thick skin he had—it was utterly shameless.

Han Li snapped his fingers, removing the seal on Ling Lingshuang’s physical body, as the cultivation discussion to follow would require considerable energy. Without a strong body, Ling Lingshuang would not be able to withstand it.

“Hmph~”

Feeling her body restored to peak condition, Ling Lingshuang haughtily snorted, instantly understanding Han Li’s intention.

“Lingshuang, let’s begin.”

Han Li wrapped one arm around Ling Lingshuang to bring her into his embrace while his other hand rested on her fair and slender thigh. He spoke softly.

Ling Lingshuang’s delicate body involuntarily struggled a bit, then replied in a tiny, mosquito-like voice, “Mhm~”

Huge partings bring sorrow as the white sun tilts, I flick the whip eastward, pointing to the end of the sky.

Fallen petals aren’t heartless things, turn to spring mud to guard the flowers more.

—Gong Zizhen

PS: One more chapter.