Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 26: Enchanted

Chen An was quite shocked.

He was very impressed with his sword cultivator neighbor.

When the other party came to visit the other day, their words and actions were polite, giving off a sense of cultivation.

However, at this moment, they were sneaking into the home of a solitary female cultivator in broad daylight, seemingly intending to do something improper.

A saint in front of others, a playboy behind their back?

The contrast was too strong.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, I've come to bring you breakfast, come out and take it!"

On top of the courtyard wall, the sword cultivator stood tall, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand holding a box of food, shouting loudly towards the house with a handsome and elegant appearance.

Soon, the window of the house was forcefully opened with a "bang".

The next second, Wen Zhiyun, dressed in Daoist robes, stuck her head out of the house and cursed loudly, "Han Sanfan, you've come to bother me again, do you want to die?"

"Fellow Daoist Wen, I specially made this breakfast for you, try it."

"Get lost!"

"It's very delicious, give it a try, don't waste my goodwill."

Although Han Sanfan was constantly being scolded, he had a smile on his face the whole time.

Seeing that Wen Zhiyun refused to come out and take the breakfast, he simply jumped into Wen Zhiyun's yard and wanted to personally deliver the food box to her.

"Han Sanfan, you're dead!"

Seeing this, Wen Zhiyun cursed and turned around, not knowing where she got a whip from, and angrily walked out of the house.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, this breakfast..."

"...smack!"

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

"Smack! Smack!"

"Ouch, it hurts!"

"Fellow Daoist Wen, stop hitting, I'll leave, I'll leave, stop hitting!"

..."

Wen Zhiyun's combat power was quite exaggerated. With a whip in her hand, she whipped Han Sanfan like spinning a top, causing him to jump and scream in pain.

She didn't look like a cultivator at all.

She resembled a beaten-up street thug.

After a while, Han Sanfan couldn't take it anymore.

With the food box he made in his hands, he hurriedly crawled out of the yard like a monkey.

"If you dare to come and bother me again, I'll break your legs!"

Wen Zhiyun cursed fiercely, then turned around and walked back into the house, slamming the door shut with a loud "bang".

Chen An outside was dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Is this menopausal woman's combat power so strong?

Han Sanfan is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, yet he was completely defenseless against her attacks?

Is this the power of a cultivator?

Chen An was extremely surprised. He didn't expect Wen Zhiyun's strength to be this strong.

From her performance just now, her cultivation level was at least at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, good morning."

Han Sanfan, who had just been beaten, suddenly appeared from somewhere with a graceful smile and greeted Chen An.

Chen An smiled back, "Good morning, Fellow Daoist Han."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, have you had breakfast? If not, I happen to have one here."

"Thank you for your kind offer, Fellow Daoist Han, but I just had breakfast."

"I see."

Han Sanfan nodded, then asked, "By the way, Fellow Daoist Chen, did you see anything just now?"

"I just went out, so I'm not sure what you're referring to, Fellow Daoist Han."

"Haha, it's nothing, Fellow Daoist Chen. I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave."

"Take care, Fellow Daoist Han."

Chen An watched as Han Sanfan left.

But before Han Sanfan had taken a few steps, he suddenly turned back and stared at Chen An, saying, "Fellow Daoist Chen, you definitely saw something just now."

..."

Chen An fell silent, but under Han Sanfan's gaze, he finally spoke the truth, "I didn't see much, just saw Fellow Daoist Han being whipped by Fellow Daoist Wen a few times."

"I knew it!"

Han Sanfan's face was filled with an expected expression.

Afterwards, he changed his previous gentle and refined image and started complaining to Chen An in a chattering manner:

"That Wen Fellow Daoist is really barbaric. I kindly brought her breakfast, but she didn't want it. Not only that, she even whipped me with a whip. Can you believe there's someone like that?"

"Well... why didn't you just knock on the door and deliver it?"

"I knocked, but she wouldn't open the door unless she had a reason. I've knocked many times before, but she never opened the door. So, I had no choice but to climb over the wall and deliver it."

Wow, are you Wen Zhiyun's lapdog?

Thinking this, Chen An asked, "Fellow Daoist Han, could it be that you are pursuing Wen Fellow Daoist?"

"Of course, which male cultivator in the Core Area hasn't pursued Wen Fellow Daoist?"

"Please tell me more, Fellow Daoist Han."

Chen An humbly asked, showing great interest in Wen Zhiyun's past.

Han Sanfan didn't hold back and told him everything he knew.

"Hey, Chen Fellow Daoist, you're just new here and don't know. Wen Fellow Daoist, who lives next to you, is famous in the Core Area for her beauty. Whether it's her figure or appearance, they are heavenly. Which male cultivator wouldn't be tempted?"

"From what I know, in just the past five years, nearly a hundred male cultivators have pursued Wen Fellow Daoist."

"Among them, some are said to be high-ranking Foundation Building experts, but without exception, they were all rejected by Wen Fellow Daoist."

"As more and more people were rejected by Wen Fellow Daoist, many male cultivators gave up. Only I have always been wholeheartedly devoted to Wen Fellow Daoist. No one is more infatuated than me."

Saying this, Han Sanfan looked proud.

Infatuated?

I think you're more like an infatuated fool!

Chen An silently mocked in his heart.

At the same time, he felt quite surprised.

He never expected that this middle-aged woman in his eyes would be such a charming female cultivator, attracting the attention of so many male cultivators.

Thinking this, he seemed to realize something.

Could it be that Wen Zhiyun is so fed up with men because she has been harassed by these male cultivators?

Hmm, it's very possible.

Chen An thought to himself.

After chatting for a while, Han Sanfan took his leave.

He said he couldn't waste his breakfast and needed to quickly deliver it to other female cultivators while it was still hot.

After hearing this, Chen An immediately apologized to him in his heart.

Fellow Daoist Han, I misunderstood you. You're not a lapdog, but a sea king!

"Creak—"

Suddenly, a door opening sound came from behind.

Chen An turned around and saw Wen Zhiyun coming out of her house.

She was holding a bamboo spray bottle and sprayed it over the area where Han Sanfan and he had just been in contact, as if disinfecting it.

Chen An was also surprised. Does his beautiful neighbor really dislike men so much?

This is too exaggerated!

Amidst his astonishment, Chen An couldn't help but carefully observe Wen Zhiyun.

Her beautiful eyes were watery and captivating, her delicate nose slightly raised, giving her a three-dimensional feel. Her lips were moderately thin and had a light pinkish hue, exuding a bone-deep charm.

Looking further down, although she was wearing a loose Daoist robe, her curvaceous figure couldn't be concealed. It made even his well-endowed wives at home feel inferior, exuding a mature charm from head to toe.

And most importantly, her waist and calves were exceptionally slender, without a trace of excess fat, perfectly graspable.

Such a stunning appearance, such a graceful figure, it was truly irresistible.

For whatever reason, Chen An felt that he should try to flirt with this solitary beauty.

Otherwise, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

"What are you looking at? Not a single one of you men is a good person!"

Sensing Chen An's gaze, Wen Zhiyun immediately turned around and glared at him, then sprayed him from a distance with the bamboo spray bottle in her hand.

Afterwards, she quickly walked back into her house and slammed the door shut.

Chen An recalled the sexy and enchanting figure she had just shown when entering the house, and the desire to make her his concubine grew stronger in his heart.

"No, no, I need to snap out of it."

"My current state is not right!"

Chen An shook his head, feeling like he had been enchanted. He immediately turned around and went back to his room to have a deep conversation with Gu Xinyue, eager to calm the restlessness in his heart.

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