Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 70: Pursuers from the Past (23)

What was bound to happen eventually finally happened.

However, Chen An didn't expect it to happen so soon.

It had only been two days since Tang, the steward, died, and the Enforcement Hall of the Bamboo Leaf Gang had already come to investigate, acting swiftly.

"Phew~"

Chen An took a deep breath and walked out of the alchemy room.

At this moment, his wives and concubines were already waiting in the hall.

Worry was written all over their faces.

After all, Tang, the steward, had died at the hands of their husband, and his remains were still buried in the backyard.

Now that the Enforcement Hall of the Bamboo Leaf Gang had come to investigate, it was only natural for them to be worried.

The wives and concubines were worried, and Chen An was even more worried.

But as the head of the family, he couldn't show it at this moment.

He only gave a few instructions to his wives and concubines before leading them out into the alley outside the house.

At this moment, the residents of the alley had all come out.

But unlike before, not everyone stood on both sides of the alley.

This was because many male cultivators in the alley had been forced to become mercenaries, and many of them died in battle. Only a few managed to come back alive.

With a decrease in population and no increase, over time, the number of residents in the alley decreased.

It should be noted that in the past, the ratio of men to women in the entire Green Willow Alley was roughly equal.

But now, with just a glance, there were almost twice as many women as men.

In many households, there was only one man, and the rest were wives and concubines.

Among these wives and concubines, few were original wives. Many of them were widows taken in from deceased neighbors' homes, and they all had decent looks.

Those with less attractive looks were forced to go to the battlefield if they had high cultivation levels, while those with lower cultivation levels were assigned to work in logistics, working day and night.

"Stand still, don't walk around!"

A fierce-looking cultivator from the Enforcement Hall shouted loudly.

The Enforcement Hall of the Bamboo Leaf Gang consisted of one elder, one hall master, and three enforcers.

And he was the hall master.

After the residents settled down, the hall master with the surname Huang respectfully said to the elder Zhao beside him, "Elder Zhao, all the residents have come out. Do you have any further instructions?"

Elder Zhao replied indifferently, "Divide them into ten groups, with two people in each group. Go house by house to search and see if there are any personal belongings of Steward Tang and ask the owners of the houses if they know anything, to see if we can find any clues."

Upon hearing this, Hall Master Huang immediately arranged for his subordinates to form pairs and search house by house.

As for himself, he waited in place for Elder Zhao to give further instructions.

After listening to Elder Zhao's words, Chen An couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He thought that Elder Zhao, as a Foundation Building expert, would have some means of soul searching and interrogation, and he was worried about exposing himself.

As a result, Elder Zhao's methods seemed no different from the investigative methods in his previous life.

At most, his attitude was a bit more forceful.

And this kind of investigation method couldn't possibly reveal that Steward Tang had appeared in Chen An's house.

Because when Chen An dealt with the body afterwards, he used special alchemy fire to burn the body and its personal belongings, eliminating any traces.

Even if a spiritual dog came, it wouldn't be able to find anything.

Chen An thought this way, looking calm.

However, in the next second, that calmness disappeared.

Because Elder Zhao from the Enforcement Hall was now walking towards him with Hall Master Huang.

"Husband..."

Song Huaying, seeing this, became very worried and instinctively grabbed Chen An's clothes, her palms slightly sweaty with nervousness.

She was just an ordinary person, and she would naturally feel nervous when facing unfamiliar cultivators.

Afraid that she would give herself away, Chen An had the idea to use the Sleep Aid Technique on her.

Song Huaying instantly felt drowsy and fell asleep, supported by Gu Xinyue beside her.

Chen Yuejian, who was originally in her arms, was also carried away by Wen Zhiyun.

"Elder Zhao."

"Hall Master Huang."

Seeing that Elder Zhao and Hall Master Huang had already approached him, Chen An respectfully said.

Hall Master Huang responded with a cold "Hmm."

Elder Zhao didn't respond and his gaze fell on Wen Zhiyun's belly, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.

As a Foundation Building cultivator with powerful spiritual consciousness, even though Wen Zhiyun's baby hadn't moved yet, he could sense the life inside her belly.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, are you pregnant?"

"Yes."

Wen Zhiyun's voice was cold.

Upon hearing this, Elder Zhao immediately felt a surge of anger.

In the past, when he pursued Wen Zhiyun as a Foundation Building expert, Wen Zhiyun ignored him and said that she wanted to practice abstinence and focus on cultivation, without any romantic feelings between men and women.

As a result, Wen Zhiyun has married Chen An, a low-level alchemist, and is even pregnant with his child.

This made him feel particularly annoyed.

Ha, still talking about celibacy cultivation, now it seems that she is nothing more than a face-seeking slut.

As soon as she sees a handsome male cultivator, she immediately throws herself at him and gets married, only to have an illegitimate child within a year.

Damn it!

The more Elder Zhao thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't help but say to Huang, the hall master beside him with a cold face, "I suspect that Tang, the steward's disappearance, is related to this family. Follow me in for a search!"

Although he said it was a search, he actually wanted to see what kind of family Wen Zhiyun had married into.

He really wanted to see where he had lost!

Could it be that he had really lost just because of his appearance?

Accompanied by Chen An's family, Elder Zhao and Hall Master Huang entered the house.

Hall Master Huang was really searching.

And Elder Zhao, who proposed the search, immediately followed his sensitive perception of different people's aura and went straight to Wen Zhiyun's room.

Under the pretext of the search, he greedily looked at his goddess's boudoir like a lapdog, sucking in the scent inside, feeling extremely satisfied in his heart.

However, when he smelled the abundant fragrance of rhododendron flowers in the air, he suddenly became furious, his forehead veins bulging, and he clenched his fist, wanting to smash Chen An, who was holding Wen Zhiyun's jade hand beside him.

He could imagine how many fierce battles had taken place in this small boudoir, how many billions of lives had been extinguished. The more he thought about it, the more he felt his brain was going to explode.

He couldn't stand this place of shame for even a moment.

He waved his sleeve fiercely, turned around and walked out of the room, his voice full of hostility, "Hall Master Huang, let's go!"

Hall Master Huang responded and quickly followed him out.

"Husband, I feel that just now Elder Zhao looked at you with a murderous look..." Gu Xinyue said worriedly.

Chen An also felt it and knew the reason.

Because he had heard from Wen Zhiyun that Elder Zhao used to be her pursuer.

And, he was a fanatical pursuer who could be called a lapdog.

"You don't need to worry about this. If there's nothing else, you can all go about your business," Chen An said to his wives beside him.

His wives were all obedient. Gu Xinyue took the sleeping Song Huaying back to her room, and Wen Zhiyun sent Chen Yuejian in her arms to his room.

Watching their figures as they left, Chen An sat down in Wen Zhiyun's room and began to contemplate whether he had a chance to surpass Elder Zhao.

Poison?

Ambush?

Trap?

Or... a dust bomb?

After thinking it over, Chen An couldn't come up with any other sinister tricks, but none of them seemed reliable.

He thought again and felt that the most urgent task was to quickly become a second-tier alchemist and then join the Treasure Pavilion for protection.

Next, he needed to cultivate his daughter's growth and teach her to absorb qi into her body as soon as possible, so she could embark on the path of immortality and obtain rewards from the system.

"Husband, I'm worried that someone surnamed Zhao might harm you."

Wen Zhiyun returned from Song Huaying's room and sat down next to Chen An, her face full of worry.

Chen An picked up her jade hand and played with it, rubbing and kneading it. "Don't worry, in a few days, I will become a second-tier alchemist. As long as I can successfully join the Treasure Pavilion, even if the leader of the Bamboo Leaf Gang comes, they won't be able to do anything to us."

"Mm."

Wen Zhiyun leaned against Chen An's shoulder, her face showing a sense of peace.

She recalled her previous life when she lived alone, having to handle everything herself and not knowing who to turn to when she was troubled.

But now, all she needed to do was take care of her husband in bed as much as possible. She didn't have to worry about anything else, and her life was much more comfortable than before.

Being a little woman was really nice.

Thinking about it, Wen Zhiyun inexplicably wanted to act coquettishly. Her eyes were filled with a hint of affection as she said, "Husband, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"I want to eat youtiao (fried dough sticks) and drink soy milk."

"If you let me have my way downstairs, youtiao and soy milk are not easy to make. They take a lot of time."

"But I just want to eat youtiao and drink soy milk."

Wen Zhiyun got up and sat on Chen An's lap, extending her slender arms to embrace his neck. Her previously proud face now appeared particularly gentle and affectionate.

Chen An couldn't resist her attack, but he also didn't want to spoil her too much, so he said, "I can make youtiao for you, and I can make soy milk for you to drink, but you have to give me some reward."

"Then... what kind of reward does husband want?"

"I want to hear you talk about how Elder Zhao from the Bamboo Leaf Gang used to pursue you."

"You can ask, but husband, you have to go and make youtiao for me to eat and grind soy milk for me to drink. I'll talk while eating and drinking."

Wen Zhiyun's face returned to its usual slightly spoiled expression, skillfully bargaining with Chen An.

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