Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 72: Punishing Evil and Promoting Good (13)

In the following days, Chen An neither ate nor drank, nor did he sleep. He spent twelve hours a day in the alchemy room, consolidating his alchemy cultivation to prepare for his application to join the Treasure Pavilion.

During this time, his wives were very understanding and never disturbed him. They took care of their own needs.

Time flew by.

Another two days passed.

On this morning, with a creaking sound, the closed door of the alchemy room opened.

Upon hearing the sound, Chen An's wives immediately walked over.

When they saw Chen An, who looked exhausted but had a smile on his face, they all congratulated him with joy.

"Congratulations, husband!"

"Husband, should we celebrate?"

"Husband, are you hungry? I'll cook for you. What dishes do you want?"

"Husband, let me help you bathe!"

"..."

After not seeing each other for a few days, it felt like a long separation.

Chen An's wives surrounded him, their rosy and tender lips constantly moving, never a quiet moment.

Chen An didn't find it noisy, only feeling warm.

"Daddy, hug me!"

Chen Yuejian tugged at her father's pants leg, opening her little hands, asking to be held.

Chen An picked her up and habitually rubbed her chubby baby face with his stubble, smiling as he asked, "After not seeing Daddy for so many days, does little Yuejian miss Daddy?"

"I miss you, I really miss you, Daddy!"

Chen Yuejian's expression was sincere, without a trace of falsehood.

In the days when her father was absent, she had almost been driven to tears by her mother's torment.

Every day, she either learned worldly etiquette or various arts and skills.

She was just over a year old and only wanted to play in the courtyard.

"Husband, you've been in the alchemy room for so many days, you must be tired. I'll go boil water for you to bathe," Song Huaying said urgently. After speaking, she lightly tapped Chen An's face and hurriedly walked to the kitchen.

As an old married couple, Chen An naturally understood his young wife's gaze. She wanted something.

After the water was boiled, he didn't make his young wife wait any longer and immediately entered the bathroom.

Bathing in the wooden tub, enjoying the rising steam.

Chen An enjoyed his young wife's back rub while casually asking, "Yinger, how are you doing with those three cultivation techniques?"

"Husband, Yinger is stupid and hasn't learned any of them yet..." Song Huaying's disappointment was evident on her face, her voice filled with helplessness.

Chen An comforted her, "Don't worry, it's only been a few days. There's plenty of time in the future. Take it slow. When I have some free time, I'll learn with you. If I learn them first, I'll teach you personally."

"Husband, don't wait until then. Teach me now. Yinger can't wait any longer!" Song Huaying's previous disappointment disappeared, and her whole being looked at Chen An with a seductive gaze, her eyes filled with eagerness and deep love.

Chen An looked at his young wife's beautiful face and belatedly realized that the girl from back then was no longer naive. She had transformed into a pure and passionate married woman.

He really wished that his young wife's appearance could freeze at this moment and never grow old.

After joining the Treasure Pavilion, he would find a way to obtain the Eternal Youth Pill and give each of his wives one, so they could maintain their youth forever.

"Husband..."

Seeing Chen An lost in thought, Song Huaying couldn't help but bite her lip, her face full of anticipation.

Chen An stopped overthinking and reached out to embrace his young wife, who was bathing beside him.

Carpe diem, let's worry about the future later.

At this moment, he just wanted to enjoy the adorable and charming sight of his young wife, like a diligent bee collecting nectar from flowers.

As beautiful as the scenery may be, it's only a fleeting moment.

When Chen An came out of the bathroom, holding his blushing young wife, Gu Xinyue had already prepared the meal and brought it to the table.

The whole family of five sat together, full of joy and harmony.

After dinner, following his principle of treating his wives equally, Chen An only rested for a while before embracing Gu Xinyue and entering the bedroom.

On this day, the weather began to warm up.

The air was particularly humid.

The house was filled with a fishy smell.

From morning till afternoon, Chen An had been busy, finally soothing his wives at home.

Afterwards, under the watchful eyes of his wife and daughter, Chen An set off for the market to consult about joining Treasure Pavilion.

On the way.

The sky started drizzling.

Moistening the dry earth.

As Chen An walked along the road, he saw many female cultivators begging for shelter along the streets.

They were all widows whose husbands had died on the battlefield.

Now, with the war between the Bamboo Leaf Gang and the Black Iron Mountain Villa intensifying, the number of mercenaries dying in battle every day was increasing, leading to an increasing number of widows in the Bamboo Leaf Forest.

In the past, male cultivators who couldn't find a wife would only have five or six concubines at most. They didn't need to provide much, just a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and some food.

As long as they could do these two things, they could freely play with these widows.

Unlike before, when they also had to provide cultivation resources for them.

Before the war between the Bamboo Leaf Gang and the Black Iron Mountain Villa, any woman with some beauty would be very picky when choosing a husband.

They wouldn't marry someone who wasn't handsome or didn't have a supportive profession. They had high standards but low abilities.

Many male cultivators had become as lowly as dogs and couldn't even pursue a slightly desirable female cultivator. They could only settle for those who were far below their own standards.

For example, those who were so ugly that no one wanted them.

If they wanted someone beautiful, they could only find mortal women in the mortal realm.

But now, the tables had turned.

Many male cultivators who used to be dogs were now able to bring back the female cultivators they once considered goddesses and make all sorts of excessive demands, watching as these once unattainable goddesses fell before them.

Comparing the past and the present, there was a feeling of heaven and earth.

Chen An sighed at this.

He thought that now he already had three beautiful wives at home, otherwise he would definitely be like other male cultivators, going out whenever he had free time to see if there were any high-quality widows to take advantage of on the street.

He thought about these things.

Unknowingly, he was almost at the market.

Just then, Chen An, whose spiritual sense was comparable to that of a Foundation Building expert, clearly heard a struggle coming from a house several hundred meters ahead.

"You, let go of me!"

"Fellow Daoist Lin, don't be so reserved. Your husband has already gone to the battlefield and hasn't come back for over a month. I'm his close friend and should take care of his wife."

"You let go of me, or I'll call for help!"

"Call for help? Your house is so remote, there are no neighbors within several hundred meters. Who will you call?"

"Xu Haolong, if you dare touch me, when my husband comes back, you won't be able to walk away!"

"I won't be able to walk away? When your husband comes back and sees that you're pregnant, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk away. Besides, do you think your husband will come back? He's bound to die on the battlefield sooner or later."

"Xu, how dare you!"

"Smack!"

"You have no face. If you struggle a bit more, I'll give you two more slaps and see if you still act crazy!"

Listening to this struggle, Chen An's brows slightly furrowed, feeling conflicted inside.

He wanted to intervene when he saw an injustice, but reason told him that this kind of slightly saintly behavior was not conducive to his survival in this dangerous world.

He wanted to mind his own business, but his emotions told him that not helping would torment his conscience.

"Da! Da! Da..."

Just as Chen An hesitated, a sudden burst of hurried footsteps came from ahead.

He looked up in the direction of the sound and saw a figure with a heroic and elegant demeanor.

With a high ponytail, dressed in black, and holding a long sword with a green scabbard.

It was none other than the female disciple of the Mysterious Yellow Sect who was in charge of the Treasure Pavilion.

A young Foundation Building expert!

At this moment, this female Foundation Building expert was rushing towards the house where the struggle was coming from, her sharp and lightning-like eyes filled with killing intent.

Seeing this, Chen An didn't hesitate and immediately rushed out, following her towards the house.

Being a hero had its risks, but now that there was already a Foundation Building expert taking the lead, what was there to hesitate about?

Decisively saving the beauty, punishing evil and promoting good!

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