Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 74: One Person, One Sword (33)

Liu, the shopkeeper, was shocked and looked at Chen An with disbelief.

How could a place like the Bamboo Leaf Forest, which is in the middle of nowhere and can be dominated by any Foundation Building cultivator, produce a wild second-tier alchemist?

Is this a story made up by a storyteller?

It's too unreal!

After calming himself down a bit, Liu, with a skeptical attitude, asked, "Master Chen, are you telling the truth?"

"Absolutely."

Chen An raised his middle finger at Liu and condensed a strand of alchemical fire on his fingertip with a thought.

The fire was deep red at its core and had a light purple outer flame.

It looked like the scorching sun in the sky, exceptionally bright.

This was the unique alchemical fire of a second-tier alchemist.

Liu held his breath and looked at Chen An with awe once again.

Then, he regained his enthusiasm and said, "Congratulations, Master Chen, on breaking through to the second tier in alchemy. With your talent, you will surely break through to the third tier in the future!"

"Thank you for your kind words, Shopkeeper Liu."

After some polite small talk, Liu asked Chen An, "Master Chen, are you planning to apply to join the Treasure Pavilion?"

"Yes."

"If you want to join the Treasure Pavilion, reaching the second tier in alchemy is just the basic requirement. There are many other miscellaneous requirements behind it. Have you ever been informed about them before, Master Chen?"

"No, please enlighten me, Shopkeeper Liu."

"I can't give you a detailed explanation. I'm just a branch manager of one of the Treasure Pavilion's branches. I don't know much about it."

"What should I do then?"

"The Treasure Pavilion sends an account manager to audit the accounts every six months. This account manager has the power to recommend people. When the time comes, Master Chen can come to me."

They only come once every six months?

Upon hearing this information, Chen An furrowed his brows.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Shopkeeper Liu, how long until the next audit?"

Liu smiled and said, "Master Chen, you're in luck. The next audit will be in half a month."

Upon hearing this, Chen An breathed a sigh of relief.

If the account manager could only come after half a year, plus the time needed for the application and testing, it might not be enough time.

If it were in the past when the Bamboo Leaf Forest was stable, it would be fine.

But now, the Bamboo Leaf Gang is constantly being suppressed by the Black Iron Mountain Villa on the battlefield. Who knows if the Bamboo Leaf Forest will still exist in a year or if it will be destroyed by the Black Iron Mountain Villa?

After leaving the Treasure Pavilion, Chen An went straight home.

He pushed open the door and entered the hall.

He saw his three wives and daughter sitting together, composing poems.

It was a family poetry gathering organized by his young wives, who were proficient in qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics. They were having a great time.

Chen An listened for a while and felt that their level was average, far from his level as a copyist.

But there was a highlight.

It was the poem written by his daughter, Chen Yuejian.

There is a bird in the sky;

There is a worm on the ground.

The bird swoops down;

The worm goes through reincarnation.

Chen An was amazed by the poem. His daughter, who was just over a year old, could already compose poems. She had the talent of a poet!

Song Huaying saw that Chen An had been observing the whole time and couldn't help but come forward, holding his arm and shaking it playfully, asking him to join in and show off.

Chen An couldn't resist the opportunity to show off that was presented to him. With the poems and verses he had memorized during his nine years of compulsory education, he dealt a blow to his three wives and successfully gained their admiration.

Almost ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

The day when the Treasure Pavilion would send someone to audit the accounts was getting closer.

On this day, just as Chen An finished refining pills in the alchemy room, he heard the voice of one of his young wives outside.

"Husband, Yinger has encountered some problems in her cultivation. Can you come in and give her some guidance?"

"Sure, come in."

*Creak*

The petite wife gently pushed open the door and entered, holding a book titled "The Art of Health Preservation." She walked gracefully to Chen An's side and sat down.

She flipped open a page and pointed to a pose in the illustration, saying, "Husband, the person in this picture has their legs spread apart and lowered into a straight line. I can't do it at all, it feels very painful."

Chen An glanced at the illustration and realized it was a split pose, something that anyone who danced in their past life would know.

"Come here, Ying'er, come over here. Let me teach you how to do it."

"Sorry to trouble you, husband."

"Like this, find a surface that is about waist-high for you, place your legs on it and lower yourself to stretch. Do this every morning, noon, and night. When the ligaments below your joints are completely stretched, you will be able to do this pose."

"Husband, what are ligaments?"

Song Huaying heard an unfamiliar term and couldn't help but feel curious.

Chen An didn't find her annoying and patiently explained, "Ligaments are important soft tissues that maintain the stability of the human body's joints. They are also an important part of the human skeletal muscle system."

Song Huaying became even more curious after hearing this and with her beautiful eyes shining, she asked, "Husband, what are soft tissues? What is the muscle system?"

Chen An started to feel annoyed and pinched her incessantly questioning little mouth, saying, "You, how can you keep asking without stopping? Hurry up and do as I just said, lift your legs and place them on the surface and stretch downwards."

"Husband, my legs have gotten longer and fatter, they're heavy. I can't lift them. Can you help me lift them?"

Song Huaying pulled up a bit of her right skirt, revealing a pair of snow-white, slender, and well-proportioned legs. She pretended to be distressed and seductively said.

This petite wife is becoming more and more seductive...

Chen An sighed in his heart and then, as Song Huaying wished, lifted her right leg and gently placed it on a low medicine cabinet in front of them.

"Ying'er, how does it feel?"

"I don't feel anything."

"Come forward a bit, let me adjust your posture."

"Husband, it hurts!"

"Pain is normal. You haven't fully stretched yet. It will be fine if you do it more in the future."

While helping his petite wife adjust the downward pressure position of her leg, Chen An explained gently.

During this time, Chen An noticed that his petite wife's legs had become slightly thicker.

But not much, it was just right.

Previously, his petite wife's legs looked excessively slender.

In the words of his past life, they were like chopsticks.

They looked good, but there was no feeling when touched, a bit of a case of being good-looking but not practical.

And now, after gaining a bit of weight, they appeared more plump compared to before, with a more fleshly touch, very enticing.

"Husband, please stop pressing, it hurts."

"It's alright, endure a bit longer."

"Ying'er can't do it..."

"If you can't do it, then you'll have to... um, endure punishment."

"Husband, Ying'er wants to endure punishment."

Song Huaying's eyes were misty as she looked at Chen An, her voice soft and alluring.

Chen An was tickled by her words and could only choose to satisfy her request for punishment.

In an instant, the alchemy room resounded with a crisp and loud sound of slapping.

In the blink of an eye.

Five days had passed.

Today was the day when Treasure Pavilion sent people to the Treasure Shop to audit the accounts.

Chen An got up before dawn, ate something to fill his stomach, and set off to the market. He sat in the Treasure Shop, waiting for the people from Treasure Pavilion to come and audit the accounts.

On the way, there were many cultivators who had risen early coming and going.

When passing through the North Alley, he saw several cultivators gathered together chatting.

"Have you heard? Recently, there's been a divine figure in the Bamboo Leaf Forest. With just one person and one sword, in just a few days, they have greatly improved the security of the entire Bamboo Leaf Forest, surpassing the patrols of the Bamboo Leaf Gang."

"Heh, those bastards from the Bamboo Leaf Gang, now they have to go around when they see that divine figure, afraid of being chopped by them. After all, the biggest bandits in the Bamboo Leaf Forest are those damn dogs."

"I heard that the divine figure is a woman, beautiful like a closed flower and a fallen goose, so beautiful. I wonder who will be lucky enough to marry her as a wife."

"Marry? Are you kidding? She's a core disciple of the Mysterious Yellow Sect. Which man is worthy of marrying her? If you ask me, it's more like a man marrying into her family."

"..."

Listening to the passersby's words, Chen An couldn't help but feel that Shen Qingyi was truly a killing god. If he couldn't enter Treasure Pavilion, it seemed like it wouldn't be a bad idea to go and curry favor with her.

Leaving that aside, if he could really curry favor with Shen Qingyi, at least he could walk sideways in the Bamboo Leaf Forest.

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