Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 66: The Difference Between Immortals and Mortals (13)

Chen An looked at the two bodies on the ground, his heart unaffected and his expression calm.

There were reasons for the secretion of adrenaline, as well as the fact that he had killed enemies before.

"A Qi Refining ninth level expert should have a lot of personal belongings."

Thinking this, Chen An disregarded the blood on the ground and calmly squatted down to search the bodies.

After searching for a while, he obtained the following items:

4 pieces of medium-grade spirit stones.

56 pieces of low-grade spirit stones.

1 long sword.

1 dagger.

3 doses of aphrodisiac.

Several other small items that seemed valuable.

The harvest was not small.

It had to be said that this Tang steward lived up to his identity as a steward of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

Just the spirit stones he carried with him were almost equivalent to Chen An's entire fortune.

"This bastard died too late."

Chen An looked at the three doses of aphrodisiac on the ground and couldn't help but curse the Tang steward.

At this moment, the wives who were hiding in the room all came out.

They had just heard the commotion in the living room and knew that their husband had won.

"Husband, are you injured anywhere?"

Wen Zhiyun came to Chen An's side and stopped, asking with concern.

Chen An was busy dealing with the bodies and smiled at her, saying, "I'm fine."

"Husband, let me help you."

Wen Zhiyun squatted down to help with the bodies without any fear of the bloody scene in front of her.

Independent cultivators who could cultivate to the later stage of Qi Refining had all come from battles. Seeing blood was commonplace.

Even female cultivators as beautiful as Celestial Immortals were the same.

"Husband, Yue'er will also help you."

Gu Xinyue said as she walked over and squatted down to help with the bodies, enduring a little discomfort.

Seeing this, Song Huaying hesitated for a moment and followed suit.

But before she could reach them, her face changed and she couldn't help but cover her mouth and retch.

As a former noble young lady, she had never even killed a chicken and couldn't stand the bloody scene in front of her.

Seeing his delicate wife feeling unwell, Chen An raised his head and said to her, "Ying'er, you go back to the room and sit. Wait for me to finish and then come find you."

"Husband, husband, then Ying'er will go back to the room first."

Song Huaying looked uncomfortable and quickly returned to the room with weak legs.

Chen An and the two remaining wives continued to clean up the scene.

They carried the bodies to the backyard.

Found a corner and dug a deep hole.

Then they buried the bodies together with the sword, dagger, and several items that symbolized identity.

Although these things were valuable, it was safer to bury them to avoid the risk of being traced.

At most, when the heat died down, they could dig them up and see if there was a chance to sell them in the market.

After filling the hole with soil.

Chen An went to the nearby vegetable garden and pulled out some weeds to cover up the burial site.

After finishing, he deliberately tidied up the surface of the soil to make it look more natural.

"Why are you so skilled at this?"

Wen Zhiyun looked at Chen An in surprise, a little shocked by his burial technique.

Chen An patted the dirt off his body and said calmly, "You become skilled after burying many."

After speaking, he looked at the two wives and said, "Alright, it's getting late. Let's all go take a bath and sleep."

Gu Xinyue was very sensible and immediately went to the kitchen to boil water.

Wen Zhiyun, on the other hand, looked worried and said, "Husband, you killed the Tang steward. Will the people from the Bamboo Leaf Gang find out?"

"They shouldn't. This Tang steward came with aphrodisiacs and came at night. Obviously, he intended to do something inappropriate to you. He must have taken precautions to avoid being discovered."

Chen An analyzed.

Wen Zhiyun nodded as she listened, thinking it made sense.

Although the people from the Bamboo Leaf Gang didn't consider the residents beneath them as human, they still made some superficial efforts.

If they were interested in a female cultivator and couldn't force her, they would only do it secretly. They wouldn't make a big fuss.

Because forcibly taking the wives and concubines of the residents would ruin the reputation of the Bamboo Leaf Forest, and there would be no chance of recovery.

After dealing with the bodies.

Chen An went to the well and washed all the spirit stones he had just obtained.

Then he took out all his belongings from the room and calculated them together with the spirit stones he had just obtained.

If converted into low-grade spirit stones, there are a total of 1203 pieces.

"1203 pieces, without realizing it, it has been more than a year since they were all moved to the core area. Finally, enough spirit stones have been saved to buy 'Swan Soaring Together'."

Chen An muttered to himself with a smile.

He remembered the cultivation technique he had set his eyes on in the Treasure Pavilion back then, and a hint of anticipation arose in his heart.

"After delivering the pills to the Bamboo Leaf Gang's logistics department tomorrow, I will go to the Treasure Pavilion to buy the book 'Swan Soaring Together'."

Chen An thought to himself.

At this moment, Gu Xinyue walked out of the bathroom and said, "Husband, the water temperature is ready. You can come in and take a bath."

"Okay."

Chen An put away the spirit stones in his hand and walked into the bathroom, holding Gu Xinyue's slender waist.

After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

[Spiritual Sense Intensity +3]

As time passed, the wives finished bathing and went back to their own rooms to rest one after another.

"Creak—"

Chen An pushed open Wen Zhiyun's door and walked in slowly.

It was his turn to accompany Wen Zhiyun tonight, as they took turns every three days.

"Husband, for the sake of the child in our stomach, I won't serve you for the next four months."

Seeing Chen An sit down on the edge of the bed and start undressing, Wen Zhiyun pursed her lips and said.

Chen An understood and said, "Yes, it's almost time to focus on nurturing the baby. We should pay attention."

"Husband, let's rest early."

"Okay."

"Husband, you're holding me too tightly, it's hot."

"Yuner, I once read a sentence in a book that said when heaven closes a door, it will open a window for you."

"I've never heard of it."

"This sentence is worth pondering."

"What's there to ponder?"

"Guess."

"Guess my foot!"

"Um, what are you doing!"

"..."

In the blink of an eye, it was dawn.

As a rooster crowed in the backyard, the wives in the house gradually woke up.

Chen An and Wen Zhiyun woke up relatively late.

They didn't sleep well last night and needed to stay in bed a little longer to regain more energy.

After more than half an hour.

The two of them finally got up from the bed, freshened up, and went to the hall.

At this time, Gu Xinyue had just finished preparing breakfast.

Chen An and Wen Zhiyun sat down as soon as they arrived.

Gu Xinyue prepared a sumptuous meal.

Congee, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, eggs, everything was available.

"Wenjie, why are you only drinking congee?"

Seeing Wen Zhiyun only sipping congee throughout the meal, Song Huaying couldn't help but feel puzzled. She remembered that Wen Zhiyun loved to eat fried dough sticks, why didn't she touch them now?

Gu Xinyue also felt puzzled and looked at Wen Zhiyun with a confused expression, wondering if she had done a bad job this morning.

Being stared at by the two sisters, Wen Zhiyun had to put down her spoon and explained with a small opening of her mouth, "I slept in the wrong position last night, and my teeth pressed against the flesh inside my mouth. It hurts when I open my mouth wider, so I can only drink congee in small sips."

"I see. Wenjie, I'll get some medicine for you from the alchemy room."

Saying that, Song Huaying got up and left.

Wen Zhiyun reached out and pulled her back, smiling slightly, "No need, Ying'er. Medicine is also toxic. Let it heal on its own. It will be fine in half a day at most."

After speaking, she glanced at Chen An with a resentful look, silently cursing him for being a jerk who didn't know how to pity his wives.

Chen An knew he was in the wrong and pretended not to see it.

On the other side, Song Huaying felt a bitter taste in her heart.

Wen Zhiyun's words of "it will be fine in half a day at most" had struck a chord with her.

She thought it was great to be a cultivator.

For external injuries, it only takes half a day to fully recover.

As a mortal, it would take at least ten days for wounds to heal.

Chen An, with keen senses, noticed the fleeting sorrow on his little wife's face.

But he didn't say anything, just silently pondering in his heart if there was any way to let his little wife cultivate as well.

At the very least, he should find a way to make her practice martial arts and strengthen her body, narrowing the gap between immortals and mortals.

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