Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

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A few days later.

The sky was just starting to brighten.

The outside was filled with fresh air.

It had drizzled last night.

It was a little chilly.

Chen An slowly opened his eyes and woke up. He realized that his daughter, Chen Yuejian, was sleeping sweetly on his chest. There was a lot of drool coming out of the corner of her mouth.

Then, he turned his head slightly to the side. His wife, Song Huaying, was sleeping soundly like his daughter. There was also some drool at the corner of her mouth.

She was indeed their biological daughter.

The mother and daughter were both drooling when they sleep.

Chen An smiled.

After wiping the mother and daughter's saliva,

He quickly got dressed and got out of bed.

He went to the alchemy room and took out a portion of the medicinal pills he had refined recently.

He had to deliver to the logistics department of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

…

At the Bamboo Leaf Gang logistics department.

Chen An carried the first aid kit and walked in.

At this time, the lower level Cultivators were already working.

All of them looked like they had yet to wake up.

Dark circles under their eyes.

They were all very dispirited.

Chen An felt a little sympathetic as he watched. He did not know how many people would die of exhaustion today.

What a cannibalistic society.

Cultivators did not treat mortals as humans.

Even powerful Cultivators didn't treat low-level Cultivators as humans.

There was no pressure, only more pressure.

Chen An quickly walked past these Cultivators and came to the inspection area.

A Bamboo Leaf Gang deacon in charge of logistics took the first aid kit from him and opened it to inspect the goods seriously.

After checking the goods a moment later.

The Bamboo Leaf Gang deacon smiled and teased,

"Alchemist Chen, your alchemy skills have increased by a lot. You have a chance of becoming a second-grade Alchemist in the future."

"Deacon Hong, you flatter me."

Chen An replied with a polite smile.

After Deacon Hong took out all the pills from the medicine box, he picked up the medicine box and turned to leave. He did not want to stay here for too long. He felt uncomfortable just being there.

However, before he could take two steps, he was stopped by Deacon Hong.

"By the way, Alchemist Chen, I almost forgot to tell you that from tomorrow onwards, the supply of this medicinal pill will increase by 20%."

Another 20%?

The value of this medicinal pill supply had already exceeded 200 low-grade spirit stones.

Chen An frowned slightly.

Although he was dissatisfied, he still replied politely and calmly,

"Alright, I understand."

With that, he walked away.

He had to endure it for a while.

When his Cultivation increased in the future, he would definitely collect from the Bamboo Leaf Gang with interest.

With that, he left the logistics office of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

Chen An went home first and filled the empty first aid kit. Then, he went out again.

He did not go to the logistics office of the Bamboo Leaf Gang. Instead, he went to the market to sell medicinal pills.

The current him worked hard every day.

After refining pills for the Bamboo Leaf Gang, he would find time to work overtime and continue refining.

He refined to bring to the market to sell.

He arrived at the market.

Chen An did not set up a stall. Instead, he went straight to a trading company in the market.

This trading company did not belong to the Bamboo Leaf Gang, but to a Chamber of Commerce called the Treasure Pavilion.

This Chamber of Commerce organization was spread throughout the entire Xuanhuang City.

Be it the Bamboo Leaf Gang, the Black Iron Manor, or other gangs, there would be such a trading company—Treasure Hall.

The Treasure Hall was protected by the Xuanhuang Sect.

Therefore, even if the Black Iron Manor and the Bamboo Leaf Gang fought to the death, the Treasure Hall would not be affected at all.

After all, the Xuanhuang Sect was a large sect with a Nascent Soul Boss guarding it.

No one dared to offend him.

After walking into the Treasure Hall, Chen An skillfully walked to the counter and sold all the medicinal pills in his box.

The purchase price was not high.

It was about a tenth less than the usual price of setting up a stall.

Although he had lost a lot, it could save him the time from setting up a stall and waiting for customers.

At this stage, Chen An no longer had the luxury of time to set up a stall.

He could only choose to sell it to the Treasure Hall.

"Alchemist Chen, the quality of your medicinal pill is getting better and better. At this rate of improvement, I think you have a chance of becoming a second-grade Alchemist in ten years."

Just like Deacon Hong from the Bamboo Leaf Gang's logistics department, Shopkeeper Liu from the Treasure Hall could not help but praise.

Chen An also replied, "Shopkeeper Liu, you're too kind."

With that said, he suddenly thought of the uniqueness of the Treasure Hall and wanted to find himself a backer.

Therefore, he asked Shopkeeper Liu, "Shopkeeper Liu, I want to ask, how can I join the Treasure Pavilion and become a member?"

"That depends on which department you're looking to join."

"Is there a position related to alchemy?"

"That's for sure, but only second-grade Alchemists are qualified to join. There are also requirements for Cultivation and such."

Shopkeeper Liu stroked his beard and smiled.

The requirements were quite high…

Chen An calculated in his heart. Then, he smiled and thanked him. "Thank you for clearing my doubts, Shopkeeper Liu."

In the next moment, the two of them chatted casually since they had nothing to do.

Shopkeeper Liu was purely killing time.

And Chen An wanted to gather information on the situation.

For example, regarding the battle between the Bamboo Leaf Gang and the Black Iron Manor, he asked Shopkeeper Liu what he thought.

In the end, the answer he received was that the Bamboo Leaf Gang was slightly at a disadvantage.

Shopkeeper Liu said that the Black Iron Manor and the Bamboo Leaf Gang had the backing of a Golden Core Ancestor.

According to rumors, the Golden Core Ancestor behind the Black Iron Manor was stronger.

This was also the reason why the Black Iron Manor dared to attack the Bamboo Leaf Gang at night.

After a simple understanding,

Seeing that it was about time, Chen An bade Shopkeeper Liu farewell.

Before leaving.

He spent all the spirit stones he earned from the sale of medicinal pills.

He bought all kinds of talismans from the Treasure Hall.

The current situation in the Bamboo Leaf Forest was really not optimistic. He needed these talismans to protect himself.

…

After returning home.

It was already late.

As she had to take care of the child, Song Huaying and her daughter, Chen Yuejian, went to bed early.

Wen Zhiyun cultivated diligently in the room.

In the huge hall.

Only Gu Xinyue was there.

She was waiting for her husband to come home.

"Husband!"

Seeing Chen An return, Gu Xinyue immediately went up to him with a smile on her pretty face. She didn't look as cold as before.

Chen An looked at it and felt a sense of pleasure.

"Yue'er, let's go. Follow me to the alchemy room to learn alchemy."

"Ok."

The two of them only had a simple conversation and quickly walked into the alchemy room at the side.

After the time for three incense sticks to burn.

[Spiritual Sense Strength +2]

[Spiritual Sense Strength +2]

[Spiritual Sense Strength +2]

He slightly honed the strength of his divine consciousness.

Chen An began to teach Gu Xinyue alchemy .

He started teaching from the most basic.

For example, the classification of medicinal herbs, the recycling of medicinal dregs, how to maintain the alchemy furnace, and so on.

The reason why he taught her these was to groom her into his alchemy assistant.

As for helping to refine pills, forget it.

Alchemy required talent. Not everyone could learn it.

After learning about alchemy, Gu Xinyue quickly returned to her room to sleep.

Chen An was not tired yet. He returned to the alchemy room to refine more pills.

Just as he was about to close the door of the alchemy room, a graceful and beautiful figure appeared in front of him.

It was Wen Zhiyun.

At this moment, she was not wearing her usual robe. Instead, she was wearing a white brocade robe that accentuated the exquisite curves of her delicate body.

"Chen An, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Let's go in and talk."

Wen Zhiyun pursed her thin lips and walked into the alchemy room as she spoke, closing the door

behind her.

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