Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 45: Frankness

When Chen An hurriedly arrived in the front yard, Gu Xinyue was frantically using elixirs to treat Wen Zhiyun's injuries and stop the bleeding from her chest.

Wen Zhiyun was seriously injured, with a deep wound near her chest.

It was a cut inflicted by a large machete.

It kept bleeding.

There was no doubt that Wen Zhiyun was injured by a cultivator from the Black Iron Mountain Villa on the battlefield.

Chen An didn't say anything, he went forward and lifted her up from the ground, quickly heading towards the alchemy room to get a small healing pill for her and treat her wounds.

His wives quickly followed to help.

As soon as they entered the alchemy room, Chen An immediately took out a small healing pill and put it into Wen Zhiyun's mouth.

Wen Zhiyun fell into a coma and couldn't swallow.

But fortunately, the small healing pill was a second-grade elixir that could instantly dissolve upon contact, turning into a warm stream that flowed into the body to heal internal and external injuries.

Under the nourishment of the small healing pill, the wound on Wen Zhiyun's chest stopped bleeding, and her pale cheeks gradually regained color at a visible speed.

"Yinger, bring me a wet cloth soaked in warm water."

"Yue'er, bring me the bottle of healing ointment from the corner cabinet."

"..."

While Chen An was giving emergency treatment to Wen Zhiyun's wound, he was also directing his wives to help.

With the movement of everyone back and forth, Wen Zhiyun gradually regained some consciousness.

She saw Chen An carefully treating her wounds in front of her, and saw Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue on both sides with worried expressions. She felt fortunate to still be alive.

"Sister Wen, how do you feel?"

"Sister Wen, let me pour you a cup of warm water."

Seeing Wen Zhiyun slowly opening her eyes and waking up, both Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue were very concerned about her.

Chen An picked up the needle and thread next to him, as well as the medicated patches he had spent some time preparing, and looked at her, saying gently, "Next, I'm going to stitch and bandage your wound. During the process, I may need to remove some of your upper clothing to facilitate the treatment."

After speaking, Chen An reached out to unbutton Wen Zhiyun's clothes in front of her chest, in order to fully expose the wound and facilitate the stitching and bandaging.

Wen Zhiyun was stubborn and refused to let Chen An unbutton her clothes. Her eyes were slightly red as she said, "What is our relationship? Don't you know that there should be no physical contact between men and women?"

"If we don't treat it in time, it will leave a scar."

Chen An said this calmly, and then proceeded to unbutton Wen Zhiyun's clothes again.

This time, Wen Zhiyun didn't stop him.

She silently turned her head to the side, no longer looking at Chen An, allowing him to remove his hand covering her chest, and then feeling Chen An slowly unbuttoning her clothes.

Chen An used a candle flame to sterilize the silver needle and threaded it, and before starting to stitch, he said gently, "If it hurts, let me know."

...

Wen Zhiyun didn't respond, she just closed her eyes silently, waiting for the wound to be stitched.

Silence meant consent.

Chen An didn't say anything more and immediately started stitching Wen Zhiyun's wound.

He was very gentle throughout the process, minimizing the force used.

But inevitably, there were still moments when he accidentally caused pain to Wen Zhiyun, making her furrow her eyebrows and emit a slight groan.

Soon, Wen Zhiyun's wound was stitched up, but not yet bandaged.

Chen An said, "Fellow Daoist Wen, the wound has been stitched up. Later, I'll have Yinger and Yue'er accompany you to the bathroom to wash off the dirt on your body, and then I'll bandage the wound for you."

"Okay."

Wen Zhiyun responded with just a sound, without saying anything else.

She tried moving her legs and found that her body could move freely, so she sat up on the bed by herself and went to the bathroom to clean herself.

Seeing this, Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue walked to both sides and followed her to help wash her body, so as not to accidentally touch the wound while she was cleaning herself.

After washing her body, Wen Zhiyun returned to her room to rest.

Chen An brought the medicated patches and bandages and knocked on her door, saying, "Fellow Daoist Wen, I'm here to bandage you."

...

There was no response from inside the room.

But the door was slightly ajar.

"In that case, I'll come in."

Chen An said as he pushed open the door, calmly walked in, and closed the door behind him.

Sitting down slowly by the bed, he said to Wen Zhiyun, who was lying on her side with her back to him, "Fellow Daoist Wen, I'm here to bandage you."

"To dress the wound, you need to take off some clothes. If you don't mind, let me help you take them off."

"Suit yourself."

Wen Zhiyun's face had turned red, but her voice still pretended to be cold.

Chen An stopped speaking and slowly took off her clothes, revealing a pair of smooth and white shoulders.

He continued to undress her, revealing more and more, until the knife wound next to her chest was completely exposed.

Although Wen Zhiyun was already in her thirties, her skin looked very delicate and fair, no worse than Song Huaying, who was not even twenty, and Gu Xinyue, who was in her twenties. She appeared young and lively.

Chen An was not distracted by Wen Zhiyun's smooth skin. He focused on dressing her wound throughout the process.

During the dressing, Chen An asked her how she got injured.

He learned that a powerful Foundation Building expert from Black Iron Mountain Villa had come.

Wen Zhiyun had the misfortune of encountering him and was slashed by him.

In front of a Foundation Building expert, Wen Zhiyun, who only had a cultivation level of Qi Refining Eighth Layer, was completely defenseless.

Fortunately, she was attractive, caught the attention of the Foundation Building expert from Black Iron Mountain Villa, and he wanted to take her back as his partner. He had refrained from killing her.

Otherwise, she would have been cut in half by his knife.

Finally, after going through countless hardships, a Foundation Building expert from Bamboo Leaf Gang happened to arrive, and she narrowly escaped with her life.

Just as Chen An finished dressing her wound and helped her put her clothes back on, he said, "Fellow Daoist Wen, don't risk your life on the battlefield to earn rent vouchers anymore."

"What should I do if I can't afford the rent?"

"I'll support you."

The room fell into silence.

The atmosphere gradually became subtle.

Chen An no longer played around with her. He went straight to the bed and lay down beside her, gently embracing her and whispered in her ear, "Fellow Daoist Wen, I want to become your partner and take care of you."

Being suddenly embraced by a man, Wen Zhiyun couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She wanted to struggle and break free, but in the end, she chose to be held by Chen An. She just asked him, "You only have a cultivation level of Qi Refining Sixth Layer, how can you take care of me?"

"At most, within a year, I will become a second-tier alchemist."

Chen An's words were filled with absolute confidence.

Wen Zhiyun fell silent.

At this moment, she couldn't find a reason to continue being coy.

A second-tier alchemist was even rarer than a Foundation Building expert. It was a presence that major Foundation Building sects and even Gold Core sects sought to recruit. They held an absolute position in the cultivation world.

Chen An leaned close to Wen Zhiyun's ear and asked softly, "Fellow Daoist Wen, would you like to become my partner?"

"You're already lying on my bed and holding me in your arms. What else do you want me to do..."

Wen Zhiyun's voice became softer and her face was already flushed.

Hearing this, Chen An felt a long-lost excitement in his heart.

From tonight onwards, Wen Zhiyun would officially become a member of his family, his wife.

"I don't want to listen to Ying'er and Yue'er's voices through a wall anymore tonight."

"I want them to hear my voice..."

Wen Zhiyun, suppressing her shame, changed her previous abstinent demeanor and said something astonishing.

Chen An was moved, but he calmed down and said, "You've just suffered such a serious injury, so you should rest well. This matter is not urgent."

"It's urgent for me."

"But your injury..."

"Master Chen, do you have any misconceptions about the physical strength of a Qi Refining Eighth Layer cultivator?"

Wen Zhiyun completely abandoned her shame and chose to follow her instincts.

Seeing that even a delicate young lady like her had spoken to this extent, Chen An knew that if he continued to remain indifferent, he would truly be worse than a beast.

So he stopped thinking and chose to obey respectfully.

"Wait, wait... first blow out the candles on the table."

"Okay."

Following Wen Zhiyun's suggestion, Chen An got up and blew out the candles on the bedside table, then lay back down.

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