Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 57: Treasure Pavilion Female Cultivator

He casually ate something to fill his stomach.

Chen An quickly picked up the medicine box and headed to the logistics department of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

When he arrived.

Various painful groans could be heard from inside the logistics department.

Both men and women.

They were all injured soldiers who were brought back from the battlefield.

As Chen An glanced at these suffering patients along the way, he deeply realized the cruelty of war.

He didn't think too much and quickly went to find the person in charge of the logistics department to deliver the medicine.

After counting the quantity of the medicine, the person in charge of the Bamboo Leaf Gang's logistics department said, "Master Chen, starting from tomorrow, the supply of this medicine will need to be increased by another twenty percent."

"Okay, I understand."

Chen An nodded without any change in his expression.

After speaking, he picked up the medicine box and turned to leave.

Watching his departing figure, the person in charge of the logistics department couldn't help but feel a bit surprised.

When the other alchemists heard that the supply was going to increase, they all frowned and complained, saying how difficult their current situation was and how the supply of this medicine was already too large, begging not to increase it.

On the other hand, Chen An always agreed without any change in his expression.

This abnormal behavior made the person in charge of the logistics department feel puzzled.

"When next month comes, I'll ask him to increase the supply by a few more percent and see how he reacts."

The person in charge of the logistics department thought to himself.

...

On the way back.

Chen An thought about the request made by the person in charge of the logistics department earlier and couldn't help but smile.

The logistics department of the Bamboo Leaf Gang always demanded an increase in the supply of medicine, completely disregarding the alchemists as human beings.

They were simply insatiable.

However, all of this didn't matter now.

In just a few days, he would be able to break through and become a second-tier alchemist.

By then, he could join the Treasure Pavilion and obtain their protection.

In this way, he would be able to completely free himself from the control of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

Thinking of this, Chen An felt a sense of relief.

Soon after, he returned to Green Willow Lane.

Just as he entered the alley, he saw Mo Lifang, who usually wore loose robes and had a plain appearance, but today she was dressed differently.

"Master Chen, what a coincidence?"

Seeing Chen An return, Mo Lifang greeted him with a smile.

It seemed like a chance encounter, but it was actually planned in advance.

Chen An knew what the widow was up to when she saw Wen Zhiyun's attire yesterday, so he wanted to cater to his taste.

In order to completely resolve the entanglement with this widow who was extremely scheming, Chen An said to her, "Fellow Daoist Mo, come with me, I have something to tell you."

Seeing Chen An heading towards a less crowded place, Mo Lifang couldn't help but feel delighted and quickly followed him, thinking that she had finally succeeded in seducing him with her choice of robes today.

After they arrived in the woods.

Chen An didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point, saying, "Fellow Daoist Mo, if I'm not mistaken, you intentionally caused your son to be bitten by the Thousand Poison Spider yesterday, right?"

Mo Lifang's face changed slightly when she heard this.

But it was only a momentary change.

Soon, she turned into a face of injustice and anger, saying, "Master Chen, what are you talking about? Da Bao is my son, how could I harm him!"

Chen An couldn't be bothered to waste time with her and said directly, "Fellow Daoist Mo, I hope you won't bother me anymore in the future."

"I have a somewhat irritable personality. Once I can't solve a problem, I will angrily go and solve the person who caused the problem."

"A tiger doesn't eat its cubs, so take care of yourself."

After a threat and admonishment, Chen An didn't say anything more and turned around to leave.

Mo Lifang gritted her teeth and, with determination in her heart, rushed forward to hug Chen An.

This was her last chance, and she wanted to hold onto it with her own body!

Unfortunately, Chen An's spiritual consciousness was as strong as a Foundation Building expert.

With just a small turn, he easily avoided her sudden forceful embrace.

"Plop!"

Moli Fang lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground.

She sat paralyzed on the ground, her hair a bit messy as she looked at Chen An, and said in self-pity:

"What did I do wrong?"

"What did I do wrong?"

"I just wanted to find a good family. As my son, Da Bao should make some sacrifices, what's wrong with that?!"

"If I find a good family, Da Bao will have a better life, won't he?!"

It's all because of Black Iron Mountain Villa!"

"It's all because of Bamboo Leaf Gang!"

"If they hadn't started a war over the spiritual stone mine, how could my husband have died, and how could I have become a widow and be despised by others?!"

As she spoke, Moli Fang became somewhat neurotic.

Another person driven crazy by society...

Chen An felt a bit sad in his heart and said to the widow with the surname Mo:

"No one despises you. Fellow Daoist Zhang and Fellow Daoist Xu that I mentioned to you yesterday, they would be happy to take you as a concubine and provide you and your child with a safe haven."

Upon hearing this, Moli Fang became instantly furious.

She excitedly said:

"With my outstanding looks, how can those two rough men with fat faces be worthy of me?!"

"They are not worthy!"

"Chen Dan Shi, only you are worthy of me!"

"Only you are worthy!"

Saying this, the widow with the surname Mo immediately started to tear open her clothes, pulling them apart more and more, saying:

"Chen Dan Shi, you will like it. After you experience it, you will definitely like me. As long as you give me a chance, I will make you unable to resist!"

Chen An looked at the almost insane widow in front of him and couldn't help but think of four words in his mind:

Diary of a Madman.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, please have some self-respect."

After saying these words, Chen An couldn't help but glance at the widow's impressive assets, but quickly averted his gaze and walked away from her through the woods.

Moli Fang quickly climbed up and chased after him, shouting as she ran:

"Chen Dan Shi, wait for me, wait for me!"

But when she ran out of the woods, she found that Chen An had long since disappeared without a trace.

She collapsed weakly to the ground with a thud, her face ashen.

At this moment, several people were walking towards Green Willow Lane.

They were members of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

They were about to threaten the residents of Green Willow Lane to go to the battlefield again.

Moli Fang stared blankly at these people from the Bamboo Leaf Gang for a while.

After thinking for a moment, she pulled and tugged at her clothes, making herself look even more disheveled.

Then she quickly got up from the ground and walked towards the leading cultivator from the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

...

On the other side.

Chen An had already returned home.

His mind was filled with the image of Moli Fang in disarray in the woods, and he felt a burning heat that needed to be cooled down urgently.

"Yinger!"

"Yuer!"

"Yuner!"

"All of you, come to my room quickly. I have something urgent to tell you!"

Upon hearing their husband's call, Wen Zhiyun, who was cultivating in the room, immediately rushed over.

Gu Xinyue, who was watering the flowers in the backyard, blushed slightly.

Song Huaying, who was taking care of their daughter in the front yard, couldn't help but feel weak in the legs.

Soon, the three wives obediently came to his room to listen to what he had to say.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it was already dark outside.

Chen An looked at the three wives who had fallen asleep on the bed and felt the lingering heat in his heart that had yet to subside. He couldn't help but mutter:

"As my cultivation level continues to improve, it seems that I need to find another like-minded female cultivator."

"After I become a second-tier alchemist in a few days and successfully join the Treasure Pavilion, I'll see if there's a suitable candidate."

"It would be best if she is a female cultivator from the Treasure Pavilion."

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