Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 43: Pulling Each Other

In the narrow and cramped alchemy room.

Wen Zhiyun's hands were crossed behind the latch, her body leaning against the wooden door, and a faint blush appeared on her fair mature face.

At this moment, she had just finished bathing, her hair still slightly damp, and her body emitted a faint fragrance, smelling like peach blossoms.

Chen An looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Compared to the youthful innocence of Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue, he preferred the mature charm of Wen Zhiyun.

He calmed down his excitement a little.

Chen An calmly said, "Fellow Daoist Wen, is there something you want to tell me?"

But it was only calm on the surface, in reality, he was excited, eagerly waiting for Wen Zhiyun to break through that barrier.

However, what Wen Zhiyun said next disappointed him.

Wen Zhiyun hesitated for a moment, then struggled to say, "Um... I don't have money to pay the rent, can I use something valuable as collateral?"

Is that it?

Chen An was extremely disappointed.

Seeing him not speaking, Wen Zhiyun continued, "Is it possible?"

"It's possible, but did you come to me just to talk about this? Is there nothing else you want to say?"

Chen An didn't give up, thinking that this proud beauty must have been timid, unable to say what was on her mind.

Unfortunately, Wen Zhiyun disappointed him once again.

When faced with his question, this charming beauty shook her head without hesitation and said, "There's nothing else, just this matter."

"..."

For a moment, the air became somewhat stagnant.

Both of them fell silent.

The alchemy room became so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeat.

In the end, it was Chen An who spoke up.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, when did you run out of savings?"

"A few days ago."

"You're a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and you have so little savings?"

"I basically spend as much as I earn, cultivation is too expensive."

"How did you earn spirit stones before?"

"I earned them by hunting demons outside, but recently the Bamboo Leaf Gang has forbidden us from going out, so my income has been cut off."

"That must be tough."

"..."

They continued this question and answer.

As time passed.

The atmosphere of two people living together in the same room became more and more ambiguous.

The atmosphere gradually became heated.

Chen An looked at Wen Zhiyun's seductive red lips and felt increasingly hot in his heart.

The atmosphere was there.

The feeling was there.

Chen An couldn't hold back any longer, he took the initiative to get closer to Wen Zhiyun, wanting to embrace her and kiss her on the lips.

But just as his hand was about to reach her, Wen Zhiyun quickly moved away, not letting him touch her.

"Master Chen, what kind of relationship do we have now? Do you want to get physical with me?"

Wen Zhiyun's face was clearly flushed, but her words sounded cold.

She was forcing Chen An to speak up, to admit that he had feelings for her, in order to gain the upper hand in their future interactions.

It was that kind of feeling of "It was you, Chen An, who pursued me in the beginning, not me, Wen Zhiyun, throwing myself at you."

Upon hearing Wen Zhiyun's words, Chen An suddenly became much calmer.

He retracted his raised hand, smiled, and said, "My hand was a bit numb, I raised it to stretch it."

After speaking, he got up and left the alchemy room.

Dealing with Wen Zhiyun's coquettishness, if he wanted to completely conquer her, he couldn't go along with her, he couldn't bow down to her.

Otherwise, he would be at her mercy in the future.

He left?

He just left like that?

Wen Zhiyun began to doubt her life, followed by a burst of anger and regret.

Angry that Chen An wouldn't give in to her.

Regretful for being so melodramatic.

...

In the following days, Chen An became much colder towards Wen Zhiyun.

They barely communicated with each other.

On the contrary, every night when he communicated with his wife and concubines in the room, they would chat loudly, intentionally letting her hear, causing her to have a sleepless night.

During this period, Chen An, relying on the unwavering affection of his wife and concubines, completely possessed them, thoroughly understanding every aspect.

Days passed by like this, one after another.

In the blink of an eye, over two months had passed.

At this time, Chen Yuejian was already eight months old, and her height had grown to nearly one meter.

When Chen An measured her height, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion. This child with spiritual roots was truly amazing. She was less than a year old and already taller than an ordinary child at the age of three.

In terms of physical development, she had evolved from stumbling while walking at five months old to now being able to run happily.

But in terms of speech, she could only make baby sounds and couldn't call out "father" or "mother" yet.

It seemed that children with spiritual roots only developed their bodies faster and didn't learn to speak much earlier than ordinary children.

"I had too high expectations before, so high that they seemed unrealistic."

"I need to lower my expectations appropriately."

"Yes, I hope Xiaoyue can learn to speak before she turns one."

Chen An looked down at his daughter, who was holding his hand and walking around, and set this small goal for her in his heart.

He wanted to quickly obtain the system rewards when his daughter learned to speak, and he also wanted to hear her call him "father" as soon as possible.

That feeling of being called "father" must be very wonderful.

Thinking this, Chen An picked up his daughter in front of him.

Hand in hand, he taught her to call him "father".

However, Chen Yuejian either responded with baby sounds or laughed happily, thinking that her father was playing with her.

Chen An wasn't in a hurry and patiently continued to teach her to call him "father".

He spent about the time it took for an incense stick to burn teaching her.

Chen An didn't lose patience, but his daughter had already lost patience.

She struggled to get down.

She didn't want to be held.

She wanted to run around on the ground.

Chen An let her go and followed behind her, watching her as she happily wandered around the yard.

Chen An had a thought and opened his and his wife's panel to check the data.

[Name: Chen An]

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Sixth Layer]

[Wealth: 555 low-grade spirit stones]

[Pill Technique: First Tier Advanced (1066/2500)]

[Spiritual Sense: First Tier Advanced (998/2500)]

[Goldfinger: Proficient (1111/2500)]

[Sleep Aid Technique: Skilled (233/500)]

[Spouse: Song Huaying, Gu Xinyue]

[Descendant: Chen Yuejian]

...

[Name: Song Huaying]

[Attribute: Dripping Water Grace, Reciprocating Spring]

[Emotion: 3 stars (1314/2500)]

[Provided Alchemy Experience: 1024]

[Provided Goldfinger Proficiency: 468]

...

[Name: Gu Xinyue]

[Attribute: Pure as Jade, Unwavering Loyalty]

[Emotion: 3 stars (520/2500)]

[Provided Spiritual Sense Intensity: 998]

[Provided Goldfinger Proficiency: 623]

"Husband, something's not right!"

Chen An was browsing the panel in front of him when he suddenly heard the voice of his young wife.

He looked up in the direction of the voice and saw Song Huaying, who had an anxious expression on her face.

Song Huaying came up and said, "Husband, Wen Jiejie is packing her things and saying she wants to move out because the living arrangement doesn't suit her!"

"Hmm?"

Chen An was momentarily stunned, then immediately thought that Wen Zhiyun was throwing a tantrum because he had been too cold towards her recently.

Without thinking too much, he immediately picked up his daughter Chen Yuejian and went inside to see what was going on.

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