Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 5: Becoming Rich

In less than half a day, Chen An had finished refining all the medicinal materials in the alchemy room.

In the past, it would have taken at least two or three days to complete.

But now, not only has efficiency improved, but the success rate of pill formation has also increased significantly.

It has more than tripled compared to before.

Previously, he could only earn 1 low-grade spirit stone per month, but now he can earn more than 3 per month.

"The rent problem is finally solved."

A long-lost smile appeared on Chen An's face, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease.

At this moment, the voice of his young wife came from outside the door.

"Husband, I have already heated the water for your bath. Please let me know when you're done so that I can serve you."

"I'm done!"

Without bothering to tidy up the messy alchemy room, Chen An immediately got up, opened the door, and picked up his wife outside, heading towards the room to take a bath together.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

[You have deepened your communication with your wife, Song Huaying, and made efforts to expand your family. Alchemy experience +1.]

[Wife: Song Huaying]

[Attribute: A drop of water's grace, a gushing spring's return]

[Emotion: 1 star (69/100)]

[Alchemy experience provided: 99]

"The emotional level is not far from reaching 2 stars."

Chen An felt a slight excitement in his heart and continued to be a "lickspittle" for his wife, in various senses, to further enhance their marital relationship.

...

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was time to pay the rent for the next month.

Steward Zhang arrived on time as usual, going door to door to collect the rent.

Each household had to pay 2 low-grade spirit stones.

For the low-level cultivators in the cheap district, 2 low-grade spirit stones were too much.

Many people were left feeling hopeless.

Some people couldn't afford the rent and were immediately expelled from the Bamboo Leaf Forest by Steward Zhang, who had reached the late stage of Qi Refining. Their departing figures were very desolate.

Seeing this, the remaining people felt immense pressure and anxiety.

Many cultivators who used to enjoy staying at home and not going out had to team up with others and go outside the forest to hunt blood demons, in order to earn the rent for the next month.

Compared to these cultivators, Chen An, as an alchemist, lived a much more comfortable life.

Even more comfortable than before the rent increase.

Because many cultivators were forced to go out and hunt blood demons for money, injuries were inevitable during the hunting process. This led to a sharp increase in the price of pills, more than several times higher than before.

After all, there was no market regulation in the cultivation world.

Prices could rise as much as they wanted, whether you liked it or not.

Chen An benefited a lot from this surge in pill prices.

In just a short period of less than half a month, he earned 78 low-grade spirit stones.

His income increased dozens or even hundreds of times compared to before.

After paying the rent to Steward Zhang, Chen An returned to his house and continued to deepen his communication with his wife, enhancing their relationship.

Compared to when she first got married, Song Huaying now appeared more mature and charming. She often took the initiative during their intimate moments, making it difficult for Chen An to resist.

But Chen An didn't feel troubled, instead, he grew more fond of and infatuated with his young wife.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Master Chen, are you home?"

"I want to buy pills!"

Chen An was in bed with his wife when suddenly a series of knocking sounds came from outside the door, along with urgent shouts.

He had already become accustomed to these shouts during this period of time.

Without even looking, he knew that it was probably the cultivators who were preparing to hunt blood demons coming to buy pills.

After all, injuries were inevitable during the hunting period.

At this time, pills became very important.

They were basically sold out as soon as they were refined.

Many people who wanted to buy pills could only find the alchemist's house and buy them on the spot.

They would bring the materials needed to refine the pills and ask the alchemist for help.

Afterward, they would pay a processing fee.

But due to the current special circumstances, this processing fee was not cheap.

Reluctantly, Chen An got up from his wife, quickly got dressed, and got out of bed.

He stopped by the window next to the door and started doing business with the cultivator standing outside.

After some communication, the two sides quickly reached an agreement.

To refine these pills, it would take at least two hours.

And the processing fee would be as high as 5 low-grade spirit stones.

This price is very affordable, much cheaper than other alchemists.

Chen An likes small profits but quick turnover.

Well, that's what they say, but in reality, it's mostly about not wanting to be ripped off too badly and offending others.

After all, this is not a society governed by law. If someone doesn't like you, they can harm you at any time.

The more people you offend, the quicker you'll die.

There's no need to put yourself in a situation where you're enemies with the whole world just to make some money.

Otherwise, you might end up earning a fortune but not being able to enjoy it.

...

Two hours later.

Chen An successfully refined the pill.

He came out of the alchemy room and had the cultivator outside the window throw 5 spirit stones into the room first.

After confirming that everything was in order, he used a bamboo pole to hang the finished pill and handed it over to the other party.

He maintained a distance at all times.

Never getting too close to the other person.

After all, as an alchemist, he had made a lot of money during this period.

He must have attracted a lot of envy.

For the sake of his own safety, he must not have malicious intentions and must be cautious.

In short, don't overestimate human nature.

"When I earn enough money one day, I'll move to the core area to live."

Chen An thought to himself.

At this moment, his wife's voice came from inside the room.

"Husband, are you done?"

"I'm done, coming!"

Chen An responded and walked quickly into the room with a helpless expression.

...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Not long after returning to the room, Chen An heard knocking on the door again.

To be honest, it was a bit annoying, but he skillfully put on his clothes and left the room.

After all, he was currently in a rare opportunity to make money, and he had to seize this chance to become wealthy.

Making money was more important than anything else.

He picked up a bamboo pole and opened the curtain of the window from a distance.

The next second, he saw the gambling cultivator who lived next door.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I'm in urgent need of help. Can you lend me 20 low-grade spirit stones? I'll give you 70% of the winnings when I make money!"

The old cultivator's eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed a bit crazy, probably because he was desperate to gamble.

Chen An straightforwardly refused, "I don't have any money!"

After saying that, he closed the curtain and ignored the old cultivator outside the window.

In the past, he used to refuse more politely, which made the old cultivator think there was hope and he would often come to bother him.

Now, he decided to refuse decisively, hoping that the old cultivator would die before coming to borrow money again.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, how can you be so selfish and short-sighted?!"

"You've disappointed me!"

"You're destined to be a stinky alchemist for the rest of your life!"

The old cultivator, unable to borrow any spirit stones, became furious and started cursing.

He looked completely crazy.

Fortunately, he didn't curse for long before someone stopped him.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, are you in need of money?"

"If so, come with us to hunt blood demons."

"I can't promise great wealth, but it will be enough to pay the monthly rent."

"Are you coming?"

"I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

The old cultivator eagerly agreed to the other cultivator's invitation.

To have someone choose him, an old, weak, sick, and disabled cultivator, as a teammate was simply a dream come true.

He had to seize this opportunity.

Chen An, inside the room, heard the conversation outside and felt that something was not quite right.

Would anyone really be willing to team up with an old cultivator like him, who was at the bottom and elderly?

Weren't they afraid of being burdened by him?

Or perhaps they pitied him and wanted to help him?

Although Chen An was puzzled, he didn't dwell on it too much. He quickly turned around and walked back into the room, continuing to enjoy intimate moments with his wife on the bed.

Not my business, let it go.

This was the basic survival principle in this place filled with demons and monsters, where human hearts were treacherous.

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