Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 10: Please Save My Father

After rejecting all the female cultivators who came to suggest being kept as mistresses, Chen An turned around and returned to the house. He walked up to his petite wife who was tidying up the dishes and said,

"Yinger, I'll take you to the market to buy some supplies."

"Whatever my husband wishes."

Song Huaying smiled sweetly with her beautiful eyes curved.

After changing into their outdoor clothes, the couple quickly left the house and went to the market.

As for the risk of being robbed, Chen An wasn't worried at all.

Because just now, he took out 10 low-grade spirit stones and handed them to Steward Zhang, who came to collect rent. He asked Steward Zhang to protect him and his wife while collecting rent at the market.

Steward Zhang readily agreed.

After all, it would be foolish not to earn the spirit stones that were easily available.

At the market, the couple followed Steward Zhang closely.

While Steward Zhang went from house to house collecting rent, they bought supplies along the way.

They bought firewood, rice, oil, salt, medicinal herbs for alchemy, and daily necessities.

They also passed by the music house, bookstore, and teahouse, and bought musical instruments, chess sets, poetry books, and paintings respectively.

These were specifically bought by Chen An.

He knew that his petite wife used to be the young lady of a scholarly family and enjoyed music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He thought of buying these things to entertain her when she was bored.

Song Huaying liked these gifts very much. When no one was paying attention, she mustered up the courage to steal a kiss from her husband.

Although it was just a light touch, it made her blush.

[You gave your wife Song Huaying her favorite gifts, increasing your relationship by +3.]

After finishing shopping, the couple returned to their residence under the escort of Steward Zhang.

"Master Chen, you went out and bought so many things without hesitation. It seems like you've earned a lot of spirit stones recently."

"I look forward to the day when you move to the core area and become my neighbor. I'll treat you to a drink then."

After leaving these two sentences with a smile, Steward Zhang happily hummed a tune and left.

Back in the house, the couple sorted and put away the things they bought.

After finishing in no time, Song Huaying casually found a place to sit down and lovingly looked at the musical instruments, chess sets, calligraphy, and painting tools in her hands.

She carefully picked up a bamboo flute with carved patterns and blew it a few times.

The sound was good, and it felt good to play.

"Husband, do you have any songs you particularly want to hear? No matter what song it is, I can play it on this bamboo flute for you."

Song Huaying playfully waved the bamboo flute in her hand and said confidently.

Chen An liked confident girls, so he decisively listed all the songs he had heard in the past thirty years for his petite wife to play.

As a result, his petite wife was someone who kept her word. She played for Chen An from day to night until her lips went numb.

"Cough... cough!"

"Come, come, quickly sit down and have a drink of water to soothe your throat. Don't cough too much."

"No need, I can still play!"

"Alright, alright, stop playing. I know how amazing you are, Yinger."

Chen An didn't expect his petite wife to be so stubborn. He was surprised for a moment.

You silly girl, did I really expect you to play all these songs when I asked you to play them?

This is really... cute in a persistent way.

After persuading her for a while, Chen An finally snatched the bamboo flute from his petite wife's hand and made her sit down and rest for a while.

Late at night, everything was quiet.

The couple had nothing to do, so they changed into their pajamas and lay in bed to rest.

Song Huaying, who was nestled in Chen An's arms, suddenly sat up and asked,

"Husband, we haven't been intimate for so long. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, my willpower is astonishing."

"That's good."

After Song Huaying finished speaking, she lay back down and pressed her pretty face against Chen An's chest, enjoying the sound of his strong heartbeat.

But not long after, she sat up again, looking at Chen An with a pained expression in her eyes.

"Husband, I know you must be feeling uncomfortable."

"I really don't."

"You definitely are."

"Well, I do feel a little uncomfortable."

"Husband..."

"Alright, go to sleep. I have to wake up early tomorrow to practice alchemy."

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After Chen An fell asleep, Song Huaying quietly got out of bed and retrieved a book called "The Art of the Bedroom" from under the bed. She tiptoed to the window and began reading it under the moonlight.

Back when she was still a young lady, she had accidentally heard from a maid in the mansion about the existence of this extraordinary book.

She heard that this book could teach women various techniques to please their husbands while pregnant, preventing their husbands from being tempted and seduced by other enchanting women.

Chen An, lying in bed pretending to sleep, slightly opened his eyes and looked at his wife, who was diligently studying "The Art of the Bedroom" by the window. He couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Only now did he realize that his wife could be quite stubborn at times.

"Never mind, if she enjoys it, I'll let her continue." Chen An thought to himself and quickly closed his eyes again, unsure if he had fallen asleep or not.

Days continued to pass.

Since that night, every night when they went to bed, Song Huaying would use the techniques she learned from the book to please Chen An as much as possible.

While enjoying it, Chen An couldn't help but wonder about the talented author of "The Art of the Bedroom." Could they be someone who had transmigrated and watched countless movies?

In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

On this sunny day, with birds chirping and flowers blooming, a rabbit somehow hopped into the courtyard.

Fluffy and adorable, it was very popular among girls.

Chen An's fingers sparkled with golden light as he directly killed the rabbit and brought it to the kitchen to make soup.

Two hours later.

The soup was ready.

Chen An brought it into the room and fed it to his wife, nourishing her body.

"Husband, what kind of soup is this?"

"Chicken soup," Chen An lied with his eyes open.

After finishing the soup and resting for a while...

Song Huaying repaid her husband's kindness in bed, and when she got tired, she leaned against his head and whispered all kinds of tender and affectionate words, trying to make up for her inability to be intimate.

Several days later.

Chen An opened the panel to check the data.

[Goldfinger: Beginner (58/100)]

[Alchemy: Intermediate Level 1 (292/500)]

[Wife: Song Huaying]

[Attributes: Gratitude, Reciprocity]

[Emotional Level: 2 stars (253/500)]

[Alchemy Experience Provided: 276]

[Goldfinger Proficiency Provided: 52]

After carefully looking at it, both the progress bars for Goldfinger and alchemy had only increased by a small amount.

There was no way around it. After all, his wife was pregnant, and they couldn't be intimate.

But it was comforting to see that the progress bar for their emotional level had increased significantly, already surpassing halfway.

A 3-star marital relationship was within reach.

Chen An looked at his sleeping wife and his gaze fell on her gradually showing belly. A sense of urgency arose in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, his wife was already over three months pregnant.

As long as they persisted for a few more days, they would soon be able to be intimate again and work hard to improve his alchemy experience and Goldfinger proficiency.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Master Chen!"

"Master Chen, are you home?"

An urgent knocking sound came from outside the door, accompanied by the anxious voice of a woman.

Chen An covered his wife with a blanket and calmly walked out of the room.

In the hall, he picked up a bamboo pole as usual and gently lifted the curtain in front of the window to see who was looking for him.

When he saw who it was, he found it to be the young female cultivator who often came out to empty her bladder across the street.

"Master Chen, sob... My father... he fell ill. Please, please save my father. I'll do anything if you can save him. I'll be your concubine, your slave, anything... sob..."

The young and beautiful female cultivator outside the window burst into tears as soon as she saw Chen An, pleading desperately.

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