Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

Chapter 10: Please Save My Father

After rejecting the female Cultivators who had crazily hinted at him to be a kept woman, Chen An turned around and returned to the house. He walked to his delicate wife, who was clearing the dishes, and said:

"Ying'er, I'll bring you to the market to shop and buy some supplies."

"Listen to your husband."

Song Huaying's beautiful eyes curved into a sweet smile.

After a simple change of clothes, the couple quickly went out to the market to shop.

As for the risk of being robbed of his wealth, Chen An wasn't worried at all.

Because just now, he took out 10 low-grade spirit stones and handed them to Steward Zhang, who had come to collect the rent. He asked him to protect him and his wife when he went to the market to collect the rent.

Steward Zhang gladly agreed.

After all, it was a spirit stone that could be earned easily. He would be a fool not to earn it.

After arriving at the market,

The couple followed Steward Zhang closely.

Steward Zhang went door to door in front to collect rent, and the two of them followed behind to buy supplies.

He bought the daily necessities and medicinal herbs needed to refine pills.

During this period, they passed by music instrument shops, bookstores, and teahouses. They went in to buy some musical instruments, chess tools, poetry books, and paintings.

Chen An had specially bought this.

He knew that his wife used to be the daughter of a scholarly family. She liked music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, so he wanted to buy it back for her to use when she was bored.

Song Huaying liked these gifts very much. When no one was paying attention, she mustered her courage and secretly kissed her husband.

Although it was just a light touch, it still made her blush.

[You gave your wife, Song Huaying, her favorite gift. Couple bond +3.]

After buying the things.

The couple returned to their residence under Steward Zhang's escort.

"Alchemist Chen, you came out to buy so many things without hesitation. Looks like you've really earned a lot of spirit stones recently."

"I look forward to you moving to the core area as soon as possible to be my neighbor. I'll buy you a drink then."

After saying these two sentences with a smile, Steward Zhang hummed a tune happily and left.

Back in the house, the couple sorted out the things they had bought.

After sorting out, Song Huaying found a place to sit down. She looked at the instruments in her hands and couldn't bear to part with them.

She picked up a carved bamboo flute and blew on it a few times.

The tone was very good, and the texture was also very good.

"Husband, do you have any songs you want to hear? No matter what song it is, I can play it for you with this bamboo flute."

Song Huaying playfully waved the bamboo flute in her hand and said confidently.

Chen An liked confident girls. He decisively told them all the songs he had heard in the past 30 years and let his little wife hear them.

In the end, his wife was also a ruthless person who kept her word. She played for Chen An from day to night until her little mouth was numb.

"Cough… cough cough!"

"Come, come, come. Hurry up and sit down and drink some water to moisten your throat. Don't cough it out."

"No need, I can still play!"

"Alright, alright. Stop bragging. I know how powerful Ying'er is."

Chen An did not expect his wife to be so stubborn. He was shocked.

You silly girl, are you really going to play all these songs just because I asked you to?

This was really… cutely persistent.

After some persuasion, Chen An snatched the bamboo flute from his wife's hand and made her sit down obediently to rest for a while.

The night was silent.

The couple had nothing to do, so they changed into their pajamas early and lay on the bed to rest.

Song Huaying, who was nestled in Chen An's arms, suddenly sat up and asked:

"Husband, don't you feel terrible that you haven't had sex for so long?"

"No, I have amazing willpower."

"That's good."

After Song Huaying finished speaking, she lay back down and leaned her pretty face against Chen An's chest again, listening to his strong heartbeat.

But not long after, she sat up again and looked into Chen An's eyes with a pained expression.

"Husband, I know you must be feeling terrible."

"I really don't."

"I'm sure you are."

"Alright, it's indeed a little uncomfortable."

"Husband…"

"Alright, go to sleep. I still have to wake up early tomorrow to refine pills."

"…"

After waiting for Chen An to fall asleep, Song Huaying gently walked down from the bed. Lying on the ground, she took out a book called 'Bedroom Techniques' from under the bed. She tiptoed to the window and flipped through it under the moonlight.

When she was still a rich young lady, she had inadvertently learned about the existence of such a strange book from her personal maidservant in the residence.

It was said that this book could teach many women how to please their husbands when they were pregnant, preventing their husbands from being seduced by other vixens.

Chen An, who was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes slightly and looked at his little wife, who was standing in front of the window and seriously studying the bedroom technique. He could not help but smile helplessly.

It was only today that he realized that his little wife was quite stubborn sometimes.

"Forget it. Since she likes it, let her be."

Chen An thought to himself and quickly closed his eyes again. It was unknown if he was asleep or not.

Days continued to pass.

Since that night, in the following days, every night when she went to bed to rest, Song Huaying would use some of the techniques she had learned from the books to please Chen An as much as possible.

While Chen An was enjoying himself, he could not help but think that the author of this book was really a talent. Where did he learn so many tricks? Could he also be a transmigrator who had seen countless movies?

In the blink of an eye, another few days passed.

The sun was shining brightly today, and the birds were chirping and the flowers were fragrant. A rabbit ran into the courtyard from somewhere.

It was furry and very cute. It was very popular with girls.

Chen An's fingers flashed with golden light as he stabbed her to death and brought her into the kitchen to make soup.

Four hours later.

The soup was ready.

Chen An brought it into the room and fed it to his wife to nourish her body.

"Husband, what soup is this?"

"Chicken soup."

Chen An lied through his teeth.

After drinking the soup and resting for a while.

Song Huaying went to bed and used her hands and feet to repay her husband. When she was tired, she leaned against her husband's head and used her small mouth to say all kinds of sweet nothings to him. She tried her best to make up for her inability to sleep with him.

A few days later.

Chen An opened the interface to check the data.

[Goldfinger: Beginner (58/100)]

[Alchemy Technique: Intermediate Level 1 (292/500)]

[Wife: Song Huaying]

[Attribute: The gratitude of a drop of water will be repaid with a spring]

[Relationship: 2 stars (253/500)]

[Alchemy Experience Provided: 276]

[Proficiency of Goldfinger provided: 52]

After taking a closer look, the progress bar of his Goldfinger and Alchemy Technique had only increased by a small amount.

It couldn't be helped. After all, his wife was pregnant and couldn't have sex.

However, what was gratifying was that the progress bar of his relationship level had increased a lot. It had already increased to more than half.

The relationship between a 3-star couple was just around the corner.

Chen An looked at his little wife who was sleeping soundly at the side. His gaze landed on her abdomen that was gradually showing signs of pregnancy, and a trace of urgency could not help but appear in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, his wife was already more than three months pregnant.

As long as he persevered for a little longer, he would soon be able to have fun with his little wife again and work hard to increase his alchemy experience and the proficiency of his 'Goldfinger'.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Alchemist Chen!"

"Alchemist Chen, are you home?!"

There was a hurried knock on the door and a very anxious woman's shout.

Chen An covered his wife with a blanket and walked out of the room unhurriedly.

When he arrived at the hall, he picked up a bamboo pole as usual and lifted the curtain in front of the window from afar to see who was looking for him.

He opened it and found that it was the young female Cultivator who often came out to pee.

"Alchemist Chen, wuwu… My father… he's sick. Please save my father. As long as you can save my father, I'll do anything. I'll even be a concubine or a slave. Wuwuwuwu…"

When the young and beautiful female Cultivator outside the window saw Chen An appear in front of her, she immediately cried and begged.