Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

Chapter 11: The Pattern of a Little Wife

Chen An and the young female Cultivator looked at each other through the window and openly sized each other up.

She was in her early twenties. Her skin was fair and beautiful, and she was tall. Her hair was snow-white, and her eyes were red. She had the aura of a white-haired, red-eyed female lead that was commonly seen in anime in his previous life.

All in all, she was a rare beauty.

"Tell me about your father."

Chen An had no intention of making a house call. He stood in the room without moving.

The female Cultivator wiped the tears on her face and said:

"When my father was young, he was poisoned by fire. His body temperature has always been high, and he often feels dizzy. However, it was especially serious just now. He fainted from the heat and is lying unconscious on the bed. The vitality in his body is getting weaker and weaker. Alchemist Chen, please save my father."

When Chen An heard this, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought. After a while, he said, "Wait a moment. I'll go get some medicinal pills for you. Perhaps they can alleviate your father's illness."

A moment later, he returned with a small medicine bottle covered in frost.

There was a rare medicinal pill called the Summer Relief Pill inside. After consuming it, one's body temperature could quickly decrease.

The reason why it was rare was because this pill was something he had researched and created himself in the past. He only used it in the summer.

Apart from that, there was no other use.

It couldn't be helped. The summer in the cultivation world was too hot. The natives had been used to the heat since they were young, but as an outsider, he couldn't adapt at all.

"Take this bottle of pills back and give it to your father to try. You can only take one pill at a time. One pill can last for an entire day."

"Thank you, thank you, Alchemist Chen!"

"Don't thank me yet. There's a fee. There are 100 pills in this bottle. One low-grade spirit stone."

Chen An did not see that the other party was good-looking, that he'd give away the medicinal pills he had painstakingly refined for nothing.

In this self-absorbed cultivation world, he only cared about money and not people. Beauties were useless.

"Alchemist Chen, I don't have any money…"

As the female Cultivator spoke, her voice became much softer.

The rent had been so high in the past few months that it had already emptied her family's savings over the years.

Now, her family could barely maintain their expenses. Occasionally, they would not be able to make ends meet for a few days. They could not take out a low-grade spirit stone to buy medicinal pills.

"Then take this pill back for your father to consume first. We'll talk about money later."

"Thank you, thank you, Alchemist Chen!"

The female Cultivator knelt down gratefully to thank Chen An. After thanking him, she immediately took the medicine bottle and ran home, anxious to go back and give it to her unconscious father.

As he watched the graceful figure of the female Cultivator leave, Chen An wasn't worried that she wouldn't pay her debt.

Firstly, the other party's house was across the street. He could come to the other party's house to collect his debt at any time.

Secondly, the Summer Relief Pill was not worth much. The cost was only a few taels of silver. It was not a big loss.

The reason why he dared to price it at a low-grade spirit stone was entirely because he had created this thing himself. It was not sold on the market at all.

Since it was an exclusive pill, he could set any price he wanted.

There was no such thing as evil and business.

When he returned to his room, his wife had already woken up. She had been woken up by the female Cultivator's knocking.

"Husband, what happened outside just now? I think I heard a woman crying."

"It's nothing. It's just that the female Cultivator who lives opposite the door often comes out to pee. She cried and said that her father's old illness relapsed and he fainted. She asked me to help her."

"Is it serious?"

"I'm not sure. I didn't make a house call. I only asked about her condition and gave her a bottle of pills."

After saying that, Chen An hesitated for a moment before saying, "By the way, Ying'er, I have something to tell you."

"Darling, what's the matter?"

"That female Cultivator didn't have the money to buy pills. She said that as long as I could save her father, she would devote her life to me as a concubine."

"…"

Hearing this, Song Huaying fell silent.

What was going to happen had finally come.

She was not a silly girl. She knew that her husband would take a concubine sooner or later, so she was already prepared.

However, even though she was prepared, when this day really came, she still felt very upset.

After a moment of silence.

Song Huaying pursed her thin lips and asked nervously, "Husband, did you agree?"

She was afraid that Chen An would agree.

Because the female Cultivator who lived opposite her was beautiful, she did not know how to get along with her as a mortal in the future.

After all, a mortal's youth would last for only ten to twenty years, while a fairy's could remain unchanged for decades, or even eternal youth.

When she became old and yellow, and had a beautiful fairy concubine by his side as a comparison, would her husband still look at her?

Song Huaying felt uneasy about this.

Seeing this, Chen An comforted her, "I didn't agree with her, and even if I did, Ying'er, you're still my official wife. She's my concubine."

"Husband…"

Song Huaying's eyes were filled with affection.

Chen An knew that his wife lacked a sense of security. She used many methods to please him and increase her value and solidify her status.

[You promised to love her forever in the future. Feelings +10, Alchemy experience +2.]

…

The next day, late in the morning.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the house.

Song Huaying was curious. She pulled her husband, who had just come out of the alchemy room, to the window to join in the fun.

He then saw a couple arguing in the street.

"Husband, I've dedicated my entire youth to you. How can you be so heartless to me!"

"You old hag, aren't you annoying? I've raised you for so many years for nothing. I'm already very kind to you. Get out of this house!"

"Husband!"

"If you make any more noise, I'll beat you to death and bury you!"

"…"

Under the male Cultivator's intimidation, the old woman could only leave with an ashen face.

Looking at the scene outside the window, Song Huaying felt very immersed. Her entire little face instantly turned pale.

On the other hand, Chen An was already accustomed to this since a long time ago, and his heart didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

Male Cultivators despised their old and haggard mortal wives. This kind of thing often happens in the lower cultivation world.

The reason was that female Cultivators were only willing to become companions with male Cultivators with higher cultivation levels than them. They didn't even look at male Cultivators with similar cultivation levels or who were inferior to them.

Therefore, the low-level male Cultivators had no choice but to find mortal women to marry.

However, mortal women had a fatal flaw. They only had a short ten to twenty years of youth.

Once a person became old, they would often be heartlessly abandoned by the male Cultivators. Then, the male Cultivators at the bottom would find a girl who was so young and tender and have fun every night.

Heartless?

It was heartless.

However, in this low-level cultivation world where the strong preyed on the weak and the sense of responsibility was extremely lacking, this was a very normal thing.

After all, no matter how lowly a male Cultivator was, he was an immortal in the eyes of mortal women. He was high and mighty and insufferably arrogant.

As for them, they would only treat mortal women as disposable items and throw them away after they were used up.

Cultivators like Chen An who were willing to dote on his mortal wife were extremely rare.

"Husband, if I become old and no longer look good, are you still willing to take me in?"

Song Huaying looked at Chen An pitifully and asked.

Chen An said without hesitation:

"I will."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Husband, let's go back to sleep."

[Alchemy Experience +2]

…

In the blink of an eye, it was nighttime.

The couple had already fallen asleep.

Suddenly, there was a burst of discussion outside the house.

"Sigh, why do you have to take things so hard?"

"How unlucky. Of all the places to die, she just had to die next door."

"Let's go, let's go. What's there to see? Don't f*cking surround my door anymore!"

"…"

Song Huaying was a light sleeper and woke up.

She sat up in a daze and curiously walked to the window to look out to see what was going on.

Unexpectedly, she almost felt depressed when she saw it.

The woman who had been chased out of the house earlier in the day was dead.

Taking advantage of the dead of night, she hanged herself in front of the house of the heartless man who had a change of heart. It seemed like she was taking revenge.

After seeing such a miserable scene, the sense of security that Song Huaying had painstakingly obtained from having sex with her husband instantly disappeared.

She fell into deep thought before quickly returning to the bed. She shook Chen An awake and said:

"Husband, if the fairy who lives opposite you says that she wants to be your concubine next time, just agree."

"Hm?"

Chen An was stunned, thinking that he was dreaming.

Song Huaying thought it through.

Instead of waiting until she was old and weak, her husband would no longer be infatuated with her. He would choose to take a concubine and find a new lover. Then, she would not be able to integrate and would be ostracized.

She might as well take advantage of the fact that she is young and beautiful now and that her husband was still infatuated with her. She would quickly get her husband to take in concubines so that he would feel that he owed her. Then, she would become sisters with her concubines as the main wife and build a good relationship with them. It would kill two birds with one stone.

This way, even when she was old and her husband was no longer infatuated with her, she could still be a part of the family. She would be the good sister of all her husband's wives and concubines and the guide for them to serve her husband in bed.