Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 118: Shen Qingyi's Change (22)

"Dad!"

Chen An flew on his sword and arrived above the house. Before he could land, he heard his daughter shouting from the courtyard below.

Without even thinking, he knew that his daughter must want to fly on the sword again.

When the sword was only a few meters above the ground, Chen An had a thought and used his mind to lift his daughter up from below. He placed her in front of him and said, "Hold onto Dad's thigh tightly, Dad is going to accelerate."

"Hold on tight!"

Chen Yuejian's voice was crisp.

Chen An smiled and touched his daughter's head. Then, with a thought, he instantly accelerated, taking his daughter for a ride in the sky above the entire Nanxiang Alley.

After more than a quarter of an hour, the father and daughter returned home.

They both got off the sword.

"Husband, I made some spiritual cakes. Come and taste them with Xiaoyue," Gu Xinyue stood in front of the door and softly called out to the father and daughter in the courtyard.

Hearing her voice, Chen An picked up his daughter and said with a smile, "Let's go, Dad will take you to eat the spiritual cakes made by Aunt Gu."

"Okay, okay."

Chen Yuejian's face was full of smiles.

In the hall, the family sat together and ate the spiritual cakes.

Shen Qingyi was also there.

Although Shen Qingyi was unwilling to marry and refused to be a concubine, everyone in the house did not treat her as an outsider. She was already considered a member of the family.

Being a concubine or not was just a title.

Strictly speaking, the relationship between Shen Qingyi and Chen An was no different from that of a husband and wife.

"Husband, this bracelet is for you."

Sitting beside him, Song Huaying took out a slightly rough bracelet from her sleeve and handed it to Chen An with a sweet smile on her face.

Chen An took the bracelet and looked at its rough surface, feeling puzzled.

The craftsmanship was so poor, where did this bracelet come from?

Was it made by his little wife?

It was unlikely. His little wife was skillful with her hands, and the things she made were not of such poor quality.

Chen An couldn't figure it out and looked at Song Huaying, asking, "Yinger, where did this bracelet come from?"

"Guess?"

Song Huaying said playfully.

Just as Chen An was about to guess, he suddenly saw his daughter looking at him with anticipation, her little face full of expectation.

He understood and said with a smile, "This bracelet with such artistic flair must have been made by my clever and talented Xiaoyue, right?"

"You guessed it right, Husband is amazing!"

Song Huaying's face was full of admiration. This admiring expression was three parts genuine and seven parts fake, mainly to please her husband and flatter him.

On the other hand, Chen Yuejian's smile was completely genuine.

After hearing her father's praise, her entire face blossomed like a flower, and her slender little legs under the table excitedly kicked around.

"Daddy, this is the bracelet I made. Do you like it?"

"I like it. Daddy likes bracelets, and even more so when they're made by Xiaoyue. Come here, Daddy will reward you."

Chen An said as he kissed his daughter's little face, making her smile even brighter with joy.

After finishing the dessert.

The family quickly went about their own business.

Song Huaying took her daughter back to their room to teach her chess, piano, calligraphy, and painting, hoping to cultivate her into a talented and beautiful fairy.

Gu Xinyue cleaned up the dining table and immersed herself in studying culinary arts in the kitchen.

Wen Zhiyun went back to her room to rest. With her growing belly, she felt more burdened every day and became easily tired, but she couldn't sleep well. She was simply exhausted, which was very tormenting.

Shen Qingyi went back to her room to cultivate.

Chen An went into the alchemy room to refine some pills and also used some spiritual stones for cultivation.

In the blink of an eye.

It was already evening.

Chen An came out of the alchemy room and walked into Wen Zhiyun's room to check on her.

"Yuner, still can't sleep?"

Seeing Wen Zhiyun tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep, Chen An sat down beside her and asked with concern.

Wen Zhiyun sat up from the bed, looking exhausted. "Husband, I find it difficult to fall asleep now. I always feel restless and anxious."

"It's okay, I'll accompany you to sleep."

"Husband, why don't you just use the Sleep Aid Technique on me directly? I'm really tired now, but I just can't fall asleep."

"Alright."

After saying that, Chen An used the Sleep Aid Technique on Wen Zhiyun, instantly making her lie on the bed with a peaceful expression, entering dreamland.

He adjusted Wen Zhiyun's sleeping position.

Covered her with a thin blanket.

Chen An looked at her protruding belly, his face filled with worry.

What's the matter with the child in this stubborn concubine's belly?

How can it be 11 months already and still not giving birth?

Could it be that she's really carrying a Nezha?

The more Chen An thought about it, the more worried he became.

Forget it, thinking too much will only add to the troubles.

Let nature take its course.

Take one step at a time.

With these thoughts in mind, Chen An left Wen Zhiyun's room and headed towards Shen Qingyi's room, intending to talk to her about the masked female warrior he heard about today.

However, when he pushed open Shen Qingyi's door, he found that there was no one inside.

Not in the room?

Where is she?

Chen An furrowed his brows slightly, feeling a sense of foreboding.

Could it be that the masked female warrior is really Shen Qingyi?

With this question in his mind, Chen An began searching the room.

Shen Qingyi had a Law Weapon that could shield her divine sense, making it difficult to perceive with divine sense alone. If she was too far away, he would have to rely on his senses to find her.

The living room.

The kitchen.

Bathroom.

Courtyard.

Other rooms...

Chen An searched all these places, but still couldn't find Shen Qingyi.

At this moment, he felt that Shen Qingyi was most likely the masked female warrior.

And this "most likely" turned into certainty in the next second.

Chen An heard a very faint sound of landing from outside the courtyard.

It was the sound of a sword landing.

Judging from the volume of the landing sound, Shen Qingyi hadn't escaped.

Chen An restrained his aura and sat quietly in Shen Qingyi's room, waiting for her to come in.

Soon, there was movement by the window next to the bed.

Following the sound, he saw Shen Qingyi, dressed in a white silk robe, sneaking into the room from outside the window, with a white cloth covering most of her face.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, you are a fairy with a heroic demeanor. Why are you sneaking into your own room like a thief?"

Chen An's voice suddenly sounded without warning.

Shen Qingyi was startled and instinctively took two steps back.

Then, seeing Chen An sitting by the bed, she became somewhat at a loss.

"Come and sit down."

"Okay."

Shen Qingyi obediently walked to the bedside and sat down.

There was some distance between her and Chen An.

They didn't sit close together.

Chen An didn't question her with emotions, but calmly asked, "Fellow Daoist Shen, why did you dress like this? Where did you just go?"

Shen Qingyi remained silent.

Chen An didn't continue to ask, but waited quietly for her answer.

After a while, Shen Qingyi replied, "I just went outside to punish the wicked."

"Is it really unbearable?"

Chen An was puzzled. He couldn't understand why someone would be so persistent in punishing the wicked. He couldn't comprehend it.

Shen Qingyi pursed her lips and explained in a low voice, like a child who had done something wrong, "Master Chen, I did go out to punish the wicked, but I exercised restraint in my actions, only injuring people, not killing them..."

"Fellow Daoist Shen, whether you injure or kill the members of the Crimson Fire Gang, there is actually not much difference."

Chen An's tone remained calm as he continued, "The Crimson Fire Gang has just taken control of Hundred Herbs Lane. When a new official takes office, he sets three fires to establish his authority."

"And what you are doing now is undoubtedly going against them."

"Do you think they will spare you because you only injure people and don't kill them?"

Chen An knew, and Shen Qingyi knew too, that the answer was definitely no.

Therefore, Shen Qingyi fell silent.

Chen An didn't want to say much more. He said to Shen Qingyi with some disappointment and helplessness, "Fellow Daoist Shen, if you insist on punishing the wicked without absolute strength, then I can only say that our paths diverge and we cannot cooperate. Let's part ways peacefully when the time comes."

After saying these words, Chen An left the room.

Half of what he said was true, and half was false.

Parting ways peacefully was impossible.

He couldn't bear it.

However, it's true that people with different paths cannot work together.

He has a whole family to take care of and won't let Shen Qingyi bring risks to this family.

Inside the room.

Shen Qingyi sat on the bed, staring blankly at the room where she was the only one left, feeling a bit uncomfortable in her heart.

She has changed, becoming concerned about Chen An's opinion of her.

Perhaps, this is what they call developing feelings over time.

...

In the blink of an eye.

Half a month has passed.

It's time to pay the protection fee again.

The executive came knocking on the door.

Chen An went out to pay with spirit stones.

Seeing this, Shen Qingyi also followed him outside.

This time, Chen An didn't give the executive any gifts like last time, only two medium-grade spirit stones.

Because he knew that people like the executive can never be satisfied, they are like bottomless pits.

There's no need to feed them anymore.

The executive took the spirit stones from Chen An and left without saying a word, very cold.

In the following time.

Neither Chen An nor Shen Qingyi hurried back home.

Instead, just like last time, they silently stood at the door, watching the executive go to other houses to collect protection fees.

The executive can't change his ways, still going to harass the widow who lives not far away and sells spirit fruits.

Chen An's eyes were looking in the direction of the widow, but his peripheral vision always fell on Shen Qingyi beside him, watching her every move.

Seeing that she had been watching the scene of the executive harassing the widow for so long without any reaction.

Chen An smiled contentedly, reached out and embraced her slender waist, and said softly, "Fellow Daoist Shen, let's go back to our room."

"Mm."

Shen Qingyi spoke sparingly.

On the way back to the room, she kept her hand on the hilt of her sword, obviously wanting to take action, but restraining herself.

Chen An saw all of this and comforted her, saying, "Fellow Daoist Shen, you don't have to worry too much about that widow. If you don't intervene, she can still live well every day, at most being taken advantage of by that executive."

"But once you intervene, her fate may become extremely tragic, with a high probability of being ruined because of your impulsive actions."

"Mm, no, it's not being ruined, it's being killed."

Chen An felt that it wasn't appropriate to use the term "being ruined" in front of his woman when talking about other women, it was like looking at passing beauties in front of his woman.

Hearing Chen An's words, Shen Qingyi pursed her lips and accepted the reality somewhat resignedly, saying, "Master Chen, you're right."

Upon hearing this, a relieved smile appeared on Chen An's face.

It's really not easy.

Shen Qingyi's almost pathological obsession with punishing evil and promoting good has finally improved.

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