Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 113 Shen Qingyi's Attributes

Chapter 113: Shen Qingyi's Attributes (12)

[Swordsmanship +1, Golden Spirit Root Aptitude +1] x18

[Swordsmanship: Beginner (18/100)]

[Golden Spirit Root: Inferior (18/100)]

The next day, it was just barely dawn.

Chen An hadn't slept for long, only for less than half an hour, before he sat up from the bed.

When he woke up, there was already no one by the bed.

Shen Qingyi was gone.

The mattress had disappeared along with her.

Chen An didn't pay too much attention to these things, his gaze fell entirely on the prompt messages in front of him.

"Swordsmanship?"

"Golden Spirit Root?"

"Both attributes were added at the same time?"

Chen An felt somewhat excited, but more than that, he was puzzled.

What is the difference between Shen Qingyi and my three concubines?

How can she add two attributes to me?

Could it be that swordsmanship and golden spirit root are her two strongest points?

It should be like this, there's no doubt about it.

Chen An roughly explained it in his mind and didn't dwell on it too much.

"Husband, it's time for breakfast."

Gu Xinyue's voice came from outside the door.

As soon as Chen An heard the voice, he didn't even bother to put on his clothes. He got out of bed, opened the door, and pulled the little concubine, Gu Xinyue, covered in ice crystals into the room.

Last night, because Shen Qingyi was still an ignorant rookie, he couldn't fully enjoy himself.

After about half an hour.

The couple walked out of the room with a loving expression on their faces.

[Spiritual Sense Intensity +4] x3

They arrived in the hall outside.

Song Huaying, Wen Zhiyun, and Chen Yuejian were all there.

Only Shen Qingyi was missing.

Chen An didn't ask, he directly spread his spiritual sense, broke through the layers of barriers, and finally found Shen Qingyi's figure in a room.

At this moment, Shen Qingyi was wrapped in a blanket, curled up in bed, her hair slightly messy. She hadn't slept, just lying there like that.

"Husband, how did you feel spending the night in Sister Shen's room last night?"

Song Huaying, as always, was curious and affectionately leaned close to Chen An's ear, her voice soft and gentle.

Chen An didn't know how to answer, so he smiled and whispered in her ear, "Nothing special, just like when it was you back then."

"Husband, you're mean!"

Song Huaying pouted in dissatisfaction.

Wen Zhiyun, who was beside them, felt a little uncomfortable listening to their conversation, but she didn't say much.

She caressed her slightly bulging belly and thought that there was only half a month left.

After breakfast.

Chen An specially filled a bowl of porridge and stopped in front of Shen Qingyi's door, knocking on it and saying, "Fellow Daoist Shen, I've filled a bowl of spiritual chicken porridge for you."

"Master Chen, I'm not hungry yet."

Shen Qingyi's calm voice came from inside the room.

Seeing that she had no intention of getting out of bed to open the door, Chen An didn't bother her and left a sentence, "Shen Fellow Daoist, if you're hungry, you can ask Yue'er to make you something to eat," then he walked away with the porridge in his hands.

...

In the blink of an eye.

Half a month had passed.

During this period, Shen Qingyi had been hiding in her room and hadn't come out.

Chen An didn't know what she was thinking and didn't disturb her.

Perhaps she felt embarrassed?

On the surface, it seemed enjoyable, but deep down, she was shy?

The specific answer could only be revealed by Shen Qingyi herself.

On this day, Chen An was flying with his daughter in the yard as usual.

Morning, noon, and night, they would fly.

They were starting to feel nauseous from all the flying.

However, his daughter was excited every time.

Chen An was also puzzled, unable to understand where this little girl got such a strong addiction.

She was just like her mother.

It must be genetic.

After more than a quarter of an hour, Chen An slowly landed the flying sword.

His daughter gently jumped off the sword and turned around with a smile, saying, "Daddy, I want to fly again tomorrow!"

"Okay, I'll continue to fly with you tomorrow," Chen An smiled gently.

At this moment, Song Huaying came out of the house and said to Chen Yuejian, "Xiaoyue, it's late, come wash your face and go to bed."

"Okay!"

Chen Yuejian crisply responded and then ran towards Song Huaying with her slender legs.

During this period of time, Chen An had educated and guided his daughter a lot, telling her to listen to her mother. Now it seemed that the effect was quite good, and the mother and daughter seemed closer than before.

"Husband."

Just as Chen An was watching the mother and daughter go to the bathroom to wash up before bed, Wen Zhiyun came out of the house and softly called out to him.

Chen An looked at his spoiled concubine in front of him, grabbed her delicate jade hand and kneaded it, his voice soft, "Yuner, what's wrong?"

"Husband, I have been pregnant for eight months," Wen Zhiyun gently stroked her big belly, her voice sounding gentle and suggestive.

Chen An understood what she meant, and immediately picked her up in a princess carry and walked towards the room, saying as he walked, "Let's go to my room, I'll give you a prenatal massage."

"Husband, I haven't bathed yet, let's go to the bathroom first."

"It's okay, two cleansing charms will do the trick."

"It's such a waste of money..."

"Time is money, and money can't buy time. This money is well spent."

As Chen An spoke, he had a thought and pushed open the door in front of him, carrying Wen Zhiyun to the bamboo bed, gently placing her against the headboard.

Then he took out two cleansing charms, one for himself and one for Wen Zhiyun.

Somehow, Wen Zhiyun became particularly proactive tonight. After cleaning herself up, she immediately raised her fair and tender arms and hooked them around Chen An's neck, exhaling like an orchid, "Husband, let's spend the night here tonight."

"Okay, let me inform Yinger's side."

Chen An took out a sound transmission talisman and informed Song Huaying.

Then he turned around and gently blew out the candle on the table, and both he and Wen Zhiyun lay down on the bamboo bed covered with a cotton pad.

"Wait a moment, I have a question to ask you."

Wen Zhiyun suddenly held Chen An's restless hands, not allowing him to continue pushing boundaries.

Chen An was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Go and relight the candles, then look at me with your eyes."

"Okay."

Chen An lit the candles, returned to the bed, and did as Wen Zhiyun instructed, looking at her with his eyes.

Wen Zhiyun looked into Chen An's eyes, her red lips slightly parted as she asked, "Between me and Fellow Daoist Shen, who do you think is more beautiful?"

Without hesitation, Chen An replied, "You are more beautiful."

"You're not lying to me?"

"I'm not lying to you."

Chen An's face was sincere as he continued, "Not only is your appearance more beautiful than Fellow Daoist Shen, but your figure is also more alluring. You are the most charming fairy I have ever seen."

Wen Zhiyun felt happy in her heart, but she still pretended to be coy and said, "Smooth talker, you must be saying the same thing to Ying'er, Yue'er, and Fellow Daoist Shen."

"No, I have only said this to you, Yun'er."

Chen An did not lie; he spoke from the heart.

Wen Zhiyun raised an eyebrow, feeling delighted inside, but she continued to ask, "Really?"

"Really."

Chen An remained sincere, but in his heart, he thought that he would say the same thing to Song Huaying, Gu Xinyue, and Shen Qingyi when he went to their rooms in the future.

Convinced that Chen An was not lying, Wen Zhiyun said to him with affectionate eyes, "Hmph, I'll let you off tonight. You can do all the things I didn't allow you to do before. Not only is your appearance more beautiful than Fellow Daoist Shen, not only is your figure more alluring, but your personality is also more charming than hers."

"Enough, your flattery is too fake. Hurry up and blow out the candles before I change my mind."

Wen Zhiyun lightly pinched Chen An, urging him to act quickly and not dawdle.

Chen An no longer wasted words; this spoiled concubine had already had enough teasing. It was time to get down to business. He turned around again, blew out the candles, and deepened the bond between husband and wife with a sincere expression.

...

Time passed quickly.

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

Chen An sat up from the bed, his mind recalling the fruits of his labor over the past few days.

[Fire Spirit Root Aptitude +3] x38

[Fire Spirit Root: High Grade (502/2500)]

"Finally, it's a High Grade Fire Spirit Root. With this, the dan fire I cultivate should be able to efficiently refine spiritual stones."

Thinking of this, Chen An felt a slight excitement in his heart.

Without wasting any more time, he quickly got dressed and headed towards the alchemy room to try refining spiritual stones.

In the alchemy room, Chen An closed all the doors and windows tightly.

He found a place to sit down, took out a high-grade spiritual stone, and with a thought, he generated a deep purple dan fire, starting to refine and absorb the spiritual energy from the stone in his hand.

One day later, the high-grade spiritual stone had been completely refined.

The spiritual energy turned into wisps and flowed into his body without any loss.

"Phew~"

Chen An took a deep breath, and upon feeling the abundant spiritual power in his body, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He succeeded.

He could refine a high-grade spiritual stone in just one day.

As long as there are enough spirit stones,

The speed of cultivation in the future will greatly increase.

...

In the next half month,

Apart from indulging with his wives and concubines, Chen An spent almost the entire day in the alchemy room refining spirit stones for cultivation.

After refining the top-grade spirit stones,

He began refining the middle-grade spirit stones.

In just a short ten days or so, he had almost spent all the spirit stones he had earned from the group of villains from the Bamboo Leaf Gang, and his savings were instantly depleted.

However, Chen An didn't feel the slightest bit of heartache.

He even wanted to sell everything he had and continue to spend money on cultivation.

Because the speed of cultivation was too fast.

Fast to the point of being addictive.

In less than a month, his cultivation had gone from the peak of the second level of Foundation Building to directly breaking through to the third level of Foundation Building.

[Name: Chen An]

[Cultivation: Third level of Foundation Building]

[Alchemy: Second rank primary (7756/12500)]

[Spiritual Consciousness: Second rank primary (6987/12500)]

[Various spells: Omitted...]

[Fire Spirit Root: Top-grade (633/2500)]

[Spouse: Song Huaying (4 stars), Gu Xinyue (4 stars), Wen Zhiyun (3 stars), Shen Qingyi (not yet married)]

[Descendants: Chen Yuejian (2 stars), unnamed (half of August)]

"Not bad, progress as always is astonishing."

Chen An carefully looked at the panel, motivated by the various skyrocketing progress bars.

Soon, his gaze fell on Shen Qingyi's spouse attribute column.

Suddenly, he remembered that he hadn't looked at Shen Qingyi's panel yet.