Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 67: The Tragedy of Mortals (23)

After having breakfast, Chen An practiced alchemy for a while.

After having lunch, he continued to practice alchemy.

In the blink of an eye, almost half a day had passed.

Chen An was tired and leaned against the wall to rest.

With nothing else to do, he had the idea to open his own panel and check the data.

[Name: Chen An]

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Ninth Layer]

[Wealth: 1203 pieces of low-grade spirit stones]

[Pill Technique: First Rank Advanced (2292/2500)]

[Spiritual Consciousness: First Rank Advanced (1678/2500)]

[Goldfinger: Master (2503/12500)]

[Sleep Aid Technique: Proficient (385/500)]

[Fire Spirit Root: Medium Grade (388/500)]

[Spouse: Song Huaying (3 stars), Gu Xinyue (3 stars), Wen Zhiyun (2 stars)]

[Descendant: Chen Yuejian]

"Unknowingly, even the progress bar for the Fire Spirit Root has passed halfway."

Chen An murmured, then said, "Unfortunately, in the next four months, this progress bar will remain unchanged."

He shook his head.

Continuing to check the various data on the panel.

Planning his own upgrade plan for the future.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen An put away the panel, walked out of the alchemy room, and stopped in front of his wife's door. He gently knocked and said, "Yinger, are you asleep?"

"Not yet, husband."

A soft and tender voice came from inside the room, as pleasant as the chirping of a yellow oriole, giving a sense of joy.

Chen An pushed open the door and saw his wife sitting on the bed with their daughter, patiently teaching her some etiquette of a worldly young lady.

His wife used to be a young lady from a prestigious family and cared a lot about these things from the bottom of her heart.

However, their daughter, Chen Yuejian, didn't like these worldly etiquettes very much and frowned as she learned.

"Mother, I want to play in the courtyard..."

Chen Yuejian really couldn't continue learning and weakly said.

Song Huaying decisively refused, "You're a girl, how can you just think about running outside to play all day? How improper!"

Seeing that her mother was not giving in, the young Chen Yuejian chose another approach.

She climbed down from the bed and ran to her father, grabbing his pants leg, and raised her chubby little face, looking pitifully at him, saying, "Daddy, I want to go out and play in the courtyard."

Chen An looked at her and thought, this little girl is something else. She's only a little over a year old and already knows how to act cute. The genetic genes from his wife are really strong.

Song Huaying picked up their daughter and put her back on the bed, speaking sternly, "It's useless to find your father. Let's see if your father listens to me or to you!"

"Um..."

Chen Yuejian let out a long cry, looking at her father with pitiful eyes.

Chen An was caught in a dilemma. On one side was his wife, and on the other side was his daughter. No matter who he helped, he would be in trouble.

After thinking for a while, he could only look towards his wife and use a tactic of "surround Wei to save Zhao," saying, "Yinger, I have something to discuss with you. Let Xiaoyue go out."

"Listen to your husband."

Song Huaying knew that her husband was trying to cover for their daughter, but she still chose to obey without hesitation, unconditionally obeying her husband.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuejian immediately smiled and climbed down from the bed, ready to go out.

Chen An grabbed her and instructed,

"Xiaoyue, you are not allowed to wander around by yourself. You should find your mother or Wen Niang to accompany you, understand?"

"Daddy, I understand."

"Good, go then."

Chen An let go of his daughter as he spoke, watching the little girl happily run out of the room.

However, he wasn't really at ease letting his daughter go out alone. He followed her from a distance, to see if she would go find her other two mothers.

Following her for a while, he found that although the little girl was mischievous, she still listened to adults.

After coming out of the room, she didn't run out to the courtyard by herself, but instead ran into Gu Xinyue's room and called for her mother to take her out to play.

Returning to his wife's room, Chen An sat down by the bed and gently embraced his wife.

His wife couldn't help but tremble, feeling fearful of what was about to happen.

It had been happening too frequently lately.

It had become so frequent that she was starting to feel scared.

Chen An noticed his wife's uneasiness and looked at her with concern.

He caressed her small face and gently said, "Yinger, I just want to hold you, I won't do anything else."

"Husband, I'm sorry..."

Song Huaying's mood became even more downcast, and her voice gradually became sorrowful. "Yinger is useless, this is not good, that is not good. I can't serve my husband as well as Gu Jiejie, I can't take care of our daughter as well as Wen Jiejie. I'm not a qualified wife, let alone a qualified mother."

"Yinger, you have already done well."

Chen An gently pressed his face against his wife's face, comforting her with a soft voice.

Song Huaying didn't respond, her voice just became choked with sobs.

Chen An wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said to her, "Yinger, I am trying to find a way for you to cultivate immortality or find some cultivation techniques that mortals can practice. Everything will be fine."

"Mm."

Song Huaying just responded with a sound, not holding much hope for what her husband said. It was just a form of comfort.

She knew very well that if mortals could cultivate immortality, then there would be no distinction between immortals and mortals in this world.

It was simply unrealistic.

Realizing that his previous comfort was ineffective, Chen An thought of changing the topic to comfort her. With a curious expression, he asked, "By the way, Yinger, can you tell me about the etiquette of noble families in the mortal world? I am quite interested in that."

"As long as my husband wants to listen, Yinger will tell."

Song Huaying wiped away her tears and said.

In the following period of time, under Chen An's continuous questioning, Song Huaying began to talk about secular etiquette.

From commonly applicable etiquette to the more niche etiquette of noble families, and then to the unique etiquette of her own family, she finally talked about how she learned these etiquettes from her mother when she was a child.

At the beginning, Song Huaying was indeed distracted by this topic, and her initial sense of loss gradually dissipated.

But when she talked about how she learned etiquette from her mother, her emotions suddenly took a sharp turn and she couldn't hold back her tears.

"Husband, I, I miss my mother. I miss her so much, sob..."

Seeing his wife crying in his arms, Chen An felt extremely distressed and scolded himself in his heart. Why did he have to listen to the etiquette of noble families? Couldn't he just listen to his wife play the piano or flute?

In the following time, Chen An didn't say any comforting words. He just silently held his wife, watching her tear-stained face and listening to her heart-wrenching cries, feeling her trembling with each sob.

When his wife was tired of crying and had vented her frustrations, he used the Sleep Aid Technique on her to let her have a good sleep.

"Kacha—"

Chen An pushed the door open and left his wife's room, feeling a mix of emotions.

He didn't think too much about it. After informing Wen Zhiyun and Gu Xinyue, he went out alone to the market.

He planned to buy the book "Lovebirds Flying Together" from the Treasure Shop and also ask the shopkeeper Liu if there were any cultivation techniques that could prolong the lives of mortals.

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