Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 6: Late Night Attack

A few days later.

On this day, while it was still dim outside, several cultivators came together to buy medicinal pills.

When Chen An was trading with them by the window, he learned from their mouths that the old gambler cultivator living next door had died.

He died while hunting blood demons.

It was said that his blood and flesh had been drained, leaving only a dried-up corpse.

The scene of his death was extremely tragic.

Moreover, there were more than ten people in the hunting team he was in, including a female cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage 1. However, only this old cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage 3 died. It was really unlucky.

Unlucky?

Chen An didn't think so.

What he thought more was that the cultivator who had formed a team with the old cultivator a few days ago had ill intentions from the beginning.

He probably wanted to use the old cultivator as a sacrifice.

For example, to walk at the forefront and clear the way, purely a cannon fodder.

Otherwise, it couldn't be explained why a hunting team would be interested in such an old cultivator.

In the blink of an eye, another month had passed.

It was time to pay the rent again.

Steward Zhang, who was in charge of collecting the rent, brought bad news this time.

Starting from next month, the rent would increase to three low-grade spirit stones per month.

As soon as this was said, the low-level cultivators in the cheap area exploded, cursing one after another.

Many people couldn't afford this high rent and were forced to leave Bamboo Leaf Forest and find another way outside.

Those who could barely hold on also faced increased pressure and were calculating how often they would have to go out to hunt blood demons in the future to earn money with their lives.

Otherwise, they would eventually be ruthlessly driven out and left to fend for themselves because they couldn't afford the rent.

Outside Bamboo Leaf Forest now, there were monsters and demons everywhere, like dogs.

Once they were driven out, unless they were powerful cultivators at the late Qi Refining Stage, they would definitely be in mortal danger.

"Chen Fellow Daoist, you paid the rent so readily. It seems like you've been making a lot of money recently," Steward Zhang joked as he received the three low-grade spirit stones Chen An handed over.

Upon hearing this, many cultivators living nearby cast their eyes on Chen An.

Their eyes were filled with envy, jealousy, and other negative emotions, clearly jealous of his big earnings.

Chen An keenly felt these ill-intentioned gazes and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He denied, "Steward Zhang, you're thinking too much. I'm also struggling now. After paying the rent, I have almost nothing left. I'm worried about whether I can earn three low-grade spirit stones for next month's rent."

Steward Zhang smiled and didn't say anything.

The gazes of the nearby low-level cultivators still contained various ill intentions.

Obviously, they didn't believe Chen An's denial.

In the face of the current situation where he was hated by many, Chen An felt a little uneasy.

He knew very well that many desperate low-level cultivators nearby had set their sights on him.

Once he left his house, he would undoubtedly be robbed and killed.

Helpless, he decided to stop pretending and shouted to Steward Zhang, who was about to leave, "Steward Zhang, wait!"

"What's wrong?"

"I have something to discuss with you. Can we talk inside the house?"

"Sure."

Steward Zhang agreed.

Soon, the two entered the house.

As soon as they entered, Chen An immediately got straight to the point, "Steward Zhang, I want to buy a defensive cultivation technique. Do you have any defensive cultivation techniques for sale?"

"Coincidentally, I happen to have one," Steward Zhang said as he took out a thin cultivation technique manual from his pocket and waved it in front of Chen An.

It seemed like he had anticipated that Chen An would come to buy a cultivation technique from him. I guess I fell into a trap...

Chen An realized this.

At this point, if he still hadn't realized that Steward Zhang had intentionally provoked hatred against him in front of everyone, then he would be a fool.

"Chen Fellow Daoist, if you really want it, I can sell you this cultivation technique at a cheap price. It's not expensive, just 100 low-grade spirit stones," Steward Zhang said with a smile on his face.

It was expensive, but not unaffordable.

Chen An glanced at the cultivation technique manual in Steward Zhang's hand and suddenly felt something strange.

Because the name of the cultivation technique was "Goldfinger."

Seeing Chen An's strange expression, Steward Zhang introduced the cultivation technique manual to him, saying, "This 'Goldfinger' is a spell. Its upper limit is not high, but it is easy to master. It is very suitable for cultivators at the early stage of Qi Refining."

"Although it is just a basic spell, as long as you master it proficiently, you will have more than enough self-defense in this cheap district."

If I'm being scammed, so be it!

Bought it!

After gritting his teeth and making a decision.

Chen An almost emptied all his savings and handed over the money to Steward Zhang in exchange for the goods.

"Fellow Daoist Chen is not sincere. Just now he was worried about next month's rent, but now he easily took out 100 low-grade spirit stones. That's not fair."

Steward Zhang joked with a smile.

Chen An didn't chat with him much, just politely sent him off with the excuse of having something to do at home.

After Steward Zhang left, Chen An didn't rush to look at the newly purchased spell, "Goldfinger."

Instead, he hurriedly went into the alchemy room and took out all the poisons he usually made.

Then he found a pile of wood, sharpened it, and inserted it vertically under the courtyard wall. He mixed the poisons he had just taken out with water and applied them to the tips, creating a simple defense trap.

To be cautious, he also set up some small traps to further increase the difficulty of intrusion.

Afterwards, he scattered various branches and fallen leaves around the perimeter of the yard. This way, when someone tried to approach the house, it would make a crisp sound of breaking hard objects, serving as an alarm when being invaded.

This was not an exaggeration.

When Chen An thought back to the malicious gazes he had just felt outside the house, he felt very insecure. Therefore, he had to take precautions in advance, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly at night.

During this time, his wife came out once, but Chen An immediately called her back and asked her to stay in the house and not come out if there was no need.

His wife was very obedient and didn't ask any curious questions. She immediately returned to the house.

When all the traps were set up, it was already completely dark.

Chen An looked at the fully armed courtyard and felt a sense of security. He could finally relax a little from the tension he had been under.

Afterwards, he couldn't wait to find a place to sit down and carefully read the spell he had just bought.

The first few pages of the book were all introductions.

It said that "Goldfinger," as the name suggests, is a spell that is activated by the fingers.

After mastering it, when activating the spell, the fingers would emit a golden light, becoming as hard as steel, with enough power to pierce through stones.

With proficiency, the golden light on the fingers could be shot out, achieving the same accuracy as an arrow hitting the bullseye from a hundred steps away.

Further on, it explained how to shoot farther and more accurately.

"This spell seems pretty good."

After reading the introduction on the first few pages, Chen An felt satisfied and continued to flip through.

The content on the following pages explained how to practice "Goldfinger."

The practice method was simple, just poking things with the fingers.

The difficulty lay in finding the feeling during practice, being able to gather all the spiritual power in the body onto the fingers, thus unleashing terrifying power.

In the days that followed, besides enjoying intimate moments with his wife in the room or refining pills in the alchemy room, Chen An spent the rest of his time poking things with his fingers.

Poking rice, poking mud, poking trees, poking stones... poking whatever he saw.

He poked all day long.

He poked until the rice turned to mush, the mud collapsed, the trees were pierced, and the stones shattered...

He finally mastered the spell "Goldfinger"!

[Goldfinger: Beginner (1/100)]

"I finally succeeded!"

Chen An couldn't contain his excitement and immediately activated the spell "Goldfinger."

The next second, a faint golden light appeared on the index and middle fingers of his right hand, which, although weak, appeared particularly bright in the deep night.

"It really is Goldfinger."

Chen An looked at his glowing fingers, feeling somewhat amused and helpless.

Then he couldn't wait to test the strength of his Goldfinger, and he fiercely poked the ground beneath his feet.

"Pu... pu... pu!"

A solid piece of yellow clay, under the continuous assault of Chen An's fingers, instantly had many deep and thick holes.

Wow, this Goldfinger is really powerful!

Chen An became excited once again. He could clearly feel that he had transformed from a weakling into a super Saiyan who could explode stars at will.

Although this description might be a bit exaggerated, his combat power had indeed greatly increased.

"Shh... shh... shh!"

In the silent night, there suddenly came a cautious but particularly clear sound of footsteps.

Someone was approaching the house!

And judging from the number of footsteps, there were more than just one person!

At least five!

Chen An frowned, instantly tensing his nerves.

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