Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 11: The Ambition of the Young Wife

Chen An and the young female cultivator stared at each other through the window, openly sizing each other up.

In her early twenties, fair-skinned and beautiful, with a tall figure and snow-white hair, her eyes were crimson, giving off the vibe of a typical white-haired, red-eyed female protagonist from a second-dimensional anime.

Overall, she was a rare beauty.

"Tell me about your father's condition," Chen An said without any intention of going out, standing still in the room.

The female cultivator wiped away the tears on her face and said, "When my father was young, he was poisoned by fire toxins. His body temperature has always been high, and he often feels dizzy. But recently, it has become particularly severe, and he fainted from the heat. Now he is lying unconscious in bed, with his vitality becoming weaker and weaker. Chen Dan Shi, I beg you to save my father."

After listening, Chen An lowered his head and pondered for a while before saying, "Wait here for a moment, I will go and get some pills for you. They might alleviate your father's condition."

After a while, he came back holding a small medicine bottle covered in frost.

Inside was a rare pill called the Heat-Relief Pill, which, when taken, could quickly lower body temperature.

The reason it was rare was that this pill was something he had researched and developed himself, only using it as an air conditioner during the summer.

Other than that, it had no other use.

There was no other way. The summer in the cultivation world was just too hot. The indigenous residents had been accustomed to the heat since childhood, but as an outsider, he couldn't adapt at all.

"Take this bottle of pills back and let your father try them. He can only take one pill at a time, and the effect will last for a whole day."

"Thank you, thank you, Chen Dan Shi!"

"Don't thank me yet, it's not free. There are 100 pills in this bottle, and it costs one low-grade spirit stone."

Chen An didn't give away the pills he had worked hard to refine just because the other person was good-looking.

In this cultivation world where people only cared about themselves and would destroy heaven and earth for their own benefit, he only recognized money, not people, and beauty was useless.

"Chen Dan Shi, I don't have any money..."

The female cultivator's voice became much softer as she spoke.

In the past few months, the rent had been so high that it had already emptied her family's savings.

Now her family could barely make ends meet, and occasionally they couldn't even cover their expenses. They simply couldn't come up with a low-grade spirit stone to buy the pills.

"Then take these pills back and let your father try them first. We can talk about the money later."

"Thank you, thank you, Chen Dan Shi!"

The female cultivator gratefully thanked Chen An, then immediately took the medicine bottle and ran back home to give it to her unconscious father.

Watching the graceful figure of the female cultivator as she went further away, Chen An was not worried that she wouldn't repay her debt.

Firstly, her house was right across from his, so he could go and collect the debt at any time.

Secondly, the heat-relief pill is not worth much, and the cost is only a few taels of silver. Even if it's a loss, it won't be much of a loss.

The reason why I dare to price it at one low-grade spirit stone is because I made it myself and it's not sold on the market.

Since it's an exclusive pill, I can set whatever price I want.

There's no harm in being shrewd in business, that's how it usually goes.

Back in the room, my young wife has already woken up. She was awakened by the loud knocking of the female cultivator just now.

"Husband, what happened outside just now? I seemed to hear a woman crying."

"It's nothing, just that female cultivator who lives across the hall and often comes out to urinate came to my door, crying and saying that her father's old illness relapsed and he fainted. She asked me to help her."

"Is it serious?"

"I'm not sure, I didn't go to diagnose, I just asked about the condition and gave her a bottle of the pill."

After speaking, Chen An hesitated for a moment and said, "By the way, Ying'er, there's something I want to tell you."

"Husband, what is it?"

"That female cultivator doesn't have money to buy the pill. She said that as long as I can save her father, she will offer herself as a concubine."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Song Huaying fell silent.

What was bound to happen eventually came.

She wasn't naive, she knew that her husband would take concubines sooner or later, and she had long been prepared for it.

But even though she was prepared, when this day really came, she still felt uncomfortable.

After a moment of silence, Song Huaying pursed her lips and nervously asked, "Husband, did you agree?"

She was afraid that Chen An had agreed.

Because the female cultivator living across the hall was an immortal, she didn't know how to get along with her as a mortal in the future.

After all, the youth of mortals only lasted a dozen or twenty years, while immortals could remain unchanged for decades, or even forever youthful.

When the day comes when she becomes old and faded, and there is a beautiful immortal concubine by her husband's side as a comparison, will her husband still look at her?

Song Huaying felt uneasy about this.

Chen An reassured her, "I didn't agree to her, and even if I did, Ying'er, you are my legal wife, and she would be a concubine."

"Husband..."

Song Huaying's eyes were filled with deep affection.

Chen An knew that his young wife was feeling insecure and wanted to please him in this way, in order to increase her value and solidify her position.

[You promised to love her for a lifetime, +10 affection, +2 alchemy experience.]

On the next day, when the sun was already high in the sky, there suddenly came a commotion from outside the house. Song Huaying, curious, pulled her husband, who had just come out of the alchemy room, to the window to see what was happening.

They saw a couple arguing in the street.

"Husband, I have devoted my youth and beauty to you all my life. How can you be so heartless to me?" Song Huaying said.

"You annoying old hag, I've wasted so many years on you, a mere mortal. Get out of this house!" her husband replied.

"Husband!"

"If you keep arguing, I'll beat you to death and bury you!"

...

Under the threat of her husband, the middle-aged woman reluctantly left with a face ashen.

Watching this scene outside the window, Song Huaying felt a strong sense of empathy, and her face turned pale.

On the other hand, Chen An, who was standing beside her, was unfazed by the situation, showing no emotional response.

It was common in the lower realm of cultivation for male cultivators to despise their mortal wives who had aged and lost their beauty. The reason behind this was that female cultivators preferred to be with male cultivators who had higher cultivation levels than themselves. They would not even spare a glance at male cultivators of the same level or lower. As a result, lower realm male cultivators had no choice but to marry mortal women.

However, mortal women had a fatal flaw - their youth and beauty only lasted for a short period of twenty or so years. Once they became old and unattractive, they would often be heartlessly abandoned by the lower realm male cultivators, who would then seek out young and beautiful women to enjoy themselves with.

Heartless? Yes, they were.

But in this lower realm of cultivation, where the strong preyed on the weak and responsibility was lacking, this was a normal occurrence. After all, in the eyes of mortal women, lower realm male cultivators were like immortals, high above and untouchable. They only saw mortal women as disposable objects, to be discarded once they were used up.

Cultivators like Chen An, who were willing to cherish their mortal wives, were an extremely rare exception.

"Husband, if I become old and unattractive in the future, will you still accept me?" Song Huaying pitifully asked Chen An.

Without hesitation, Chen An replied, "Yes."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Husband, let's go back to sleep."

[Alchemy experience +2]

...

In the blink of an eye, it was already evening.

The couple had fallen asleep.

Suddenly, there was a discussion outside the house.

"Ah, why did they have to do something so foolish?"

"It's really unlucky. Why did they have to die right next to my house?"

"Disperse, there's nothing to see here. Don't you dare gather in front of my house again!"

...

Song Huaying had a light sleep and was awakened by the noise. She groggily sat up from the bed and walked to the window, curious to see what was happening outside.

But what she saw almost drove her into depression.

The woman who had been kicked out of her house during the day had died. Taking advantage of the quiet night, she had hanged herself in front of the unfaithful male cultivator's house, seemingly seeking revenge.

After witnessing such a tragic scene, Song Huaying's sense of security, which she had just obtained from her intimate moments with her husband, vanished instantly.

She fell into contemplation for a moment, then quickly returned to the bed and shook Chen An awake.

"Husband, if the fairy who lives across the street asks to become your concubine again, please agree," Song Huaying said.

"Huh?" Chen An was stunned, thinking he was dreaming.

Song Huaying had figured it out.

Instead of waiting until she became old and unattractive, and her husband lost interest in her, choosing to take concubines and leaving her out, it would be better to seize the opportunity while she was still young and beautiful, and her husband was still infatuated with her. She could let her husband take concubines, make him feel indebted to her, and then establish a good relationship with the concubines as their sister. This way, even if she became old in the future and her husband lost interest in her, she would still be a part of the family, a good sister to her husband's wives, and the one who had guided them in serving their husband in bed.

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