Chapter 147: 142. Intentional Bombing Fist (1/2)

142. Intentional Bombing Fist (1/2)

Time arrived at the next morning.

The whole family sat together at one table to eat breakfast.

Chen Yuejian sat beside her father, her voice crisp and sweet as she acted spoiled: "Daddy, will you feed me porridge, please?"

She had completely inherited her mother Song Huaying's delicate and dainty personality; when she spoke, she instinctively liked to lower her voice and draw out her tone, making her voice sound sugary and bone-meltingly soft.

Chen An was a daughter-doting maniac; without even thinking, he smiled and agreed: "Alright, Daddy will feed you."

"Daddy, you're so good!"

Chen Yuejian's face filled with joy as she pushed the bowl of porridge in front of her toward her father, wanting him to feed her spoonful by spoonful.

Chen An was also extremely happy, picking up the spoon and patiently feeding her; after all, it could cultivate their father-daughter bond.

【You patiently feed your daughter Chen Yuejian porridge, father-daughter bond +1.】

Song Huaying, off to the side, was a bit jealous and couldn't help but say a couple of things to her daughter Chen Yuejian:

"How old are you now, still needing Daddy to feed you?"

"Look at little Chen Yike, how sensible she is; ever since she was weaned, she hasn't made anyone worry about her eating."

Chen Yike, who was frantically devouring her food across the table, seemed to hear someone calling her name and looked up blankly for a moment.

Seeing no one was paying attention to her, she quickly buried her head and continued wolfing down her food.

Chen Yuejian glanced at her younger sister, then looked at her mother with her beautiful eyes curved into crescents:

"Mom, are you jealous that I have Daddy to feed me?"

"You little girl!"

Song Huaying was quite irritated.

However, Chen Yuejian didn't intend to anger her, and quickly acted spoiled toward her:

"Then Mom, will you feed me? I like it when you feed me. As a reward, I'll scrub your back when you take a bath tonight."

"You little girl, you're just too delicate."

Song Huaying rolled her eyes at her daughter with a look of annoyance, then continued: "Didn't you want Mom to feed you? How can I feed you when you're sitting so far away? Come sit closer."

"Mommy, you're so good!"

Chen Yuejian moved the bowl toward her mother and happily sat over.

Chen An watched and smiled helplessly.

At this moment, he could already foresee the scene of the mother and daughter competing for his favor every day once Chen Yuejian grew up.

After breakfast.

After clearing the table.

Song Huaying pulled Chen An to a cave entrance with plenty of light, wanting Chen An to teach her how to plant Spirit Plants.

Chen An did not pretend to understand when he didn't, nor did he act like an omnipotent husband in front of his little wife, but instead said honestly:

"Ying, I am just as clueless as you are in the field of planting Spirit Plants, so I can't teach you."

"Husband, your comprehension is better than mine. Why don't you study Spirit Plant cultivation with me, and then if I have things I don't understand, I can ask you for advice, okay?"

Song Huaying requested with her glistening, beautiful eyes.

She didn't have any other intentions; she just wanted to spend more time with her husband every day and increase their common topics.

Chen An naturally knew his little wife's thoughts, smiled dotingly and gently, and readily agreed:

"That works too. Then from now on, during this time every morning, I will study and research how to plant Spirit Plants with you."

"Husband, you are so good to me!"

Song Huaying said with a look of deep affection: "Husband, I love you more and more, to the point where it's painful if I don't see you for a single day now."

Chen An laughed: "Then Ying, is it your heart that hurts, or your body that hurts?"

"Husband, both my heart and my body hurt."

A blush rose on Song Huaying's pretty face. One of her slender, jade-like hands reached out restlessly toward Chen An in front of her, while she simultaneously stood on her tiptoes, leaned into Chen An's ear, and breathed like an orchid: "But Husband, I feel like my body hurts more right now. Can you make me feel comfortable?"

Chen An was teased until his heart felt hot and itchy; he couldn't help but pull her into his arms and ravage her without restraint.

It had been almost four years since they married; the girlish shyness his little wife once had had completely faded. Now, she only possessed the charm of a married woman, becoming more and more adept at teasing men, and more and more alluring.

"Husband, stop kissing me, I can't take it anymore from your kisses, hurry and carry me into the room~"

Song Huaying's face was like a peach blossom, her eyes like spring water, and her increasingly mature and charming body was burning hot.

Chen An couldn't take it any more than she could, and was even more impatient: "It doesn't matter, as long as the mood is right, anywhere is the room."

Upon hearing this, Song Huaying's entire delicate body instantly went completely limp like water, flowing quietly against Chen An, letting him ravage her as he pleased.

Half an hour later.

【Alchemy Experience +4, Wood Spirit Root aptitude +4】 x3

"Husband, I'm going to supervise Xiao Yuejian's zither practice."

Song Huaying tidied her clothes, kissed Chen An lightly on the face, leaving behind the fragrance of hawthorn flowers, and turned to walk toward a room in the front.

Chen An wiped the lipstick mark off his face and walked toward a room on the other side.

He now had to teach his silly second daughter to practice boxing and various physical techniques at this time every day, so as not to waste her earth-shattering special constitution.

"Bang... bang... bang!"

Just as he reached the door, he heard the sound of muffled punches coming from inside.

Without looking, he knew it must be his silly second daughter practicing her punches inside.

Chen An listened with a look of gratification.

His second daughter was capable; although she looked silly, her personality was very steady and self-disciplined, which made things very worry-free for her parents.

"Creak—"

Chen An pushed the door open and entered.

The scene that immediately met his eyes was Wen Zhiyun sitting cross-legged on the bed, eyes closed in cultivation, while their daughter Chen Yike stood to the side, throwing heavy punches at the cave wall.

"Husband."

Seeing Chen An enter, Wen Zhiyun slowly opened her beautiful eyes and called out in a soft voice.

In contrast, Chen Yike was still throwing heavy punches at the cave wall, completely ignoring her father.

"Our little Yike is quite diligent; it seems she inherited your Bitter Cultivator personality."

Chen An walked to the bedside and sat down, naturally reaching out to wrap his arm around Wen Zhiyun's slender waist, speaking with a gratified tone while watching his daughter practicing her punches ahead.

Hearing this, Wen Zhiyun slightly furrowed her pretty willow-leaf brows and said:

"Husband, little Yike's personality seems too honest and simple; I'm afraid she will suffer when she grows up."

"It's fine, she is still young and very malleable. Once she learns to speak, we will teach her slowly."

Chen An comforted her in a warm voice, his hand resting on Wen Zhiyun's waist quite restlessly, making Wen Zhiyun's face flush with a peach-blossom hue and her delicate body grow hot.

Wen Zhiyun truly could not bear it, and could not help but pinch Chen An's waist hard, saying in a reproachful tone:

"Our daughter is still right there; can you behave yourself?"

"Alright, alright, alright, I'll behave, I'll behave."

Chen An stopped teasing his tsundere concubine, and after giving her a cheeky kiss, he quickly stood up and walked to his daughter's side to observe her punching posture.

After watching for a good while, he squatted down to be roughly level with his daughter and said in a gentle tone:

"Little Yike, you are throwing this punch too high, you can't exert your full strength; the punch should be parallel to your shoulder."

"Mm."

Chen Yike nodded foolishly.

Afterwards, she adjusted her punching posture according to her father's instruction and threw heavy punches at the cave wall with a "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Sure enough, after she adjusted her punching posture, the force of her punches was much greater.

The punch marks on the cave wall were at least half a centimeter deeper.

Looking at the deepened punch marks, a smile as bright as a flower immediately appeared on Chen Yike's little face.

【You helped your daughter Chen Yike adjust her punching posture, increasing her punching power by thirty percent. She feels very happy about this, father-daughter affection +1.】

Chen An glanced at the notification, then looked at his second daughter, who was full of smiles, feeling very satisfied in his heart.

Before he had daughters, what he looked forward to most every day was enjoying the pleasures of the flesh with his wives and concubines; now that he had daughters, the thing he looked forward to most every day had become accompanying his daughters, making them happy, and teaching them various skills.

Perhaps this is the sense of achievement in raising children that most men enjoy.

"Zhiyun, look at how much our daughter is like you; she likes to gain a sense of achievement from cultivation, completely inheriting your excellent Bitter Cultivator quality. Her future is promising."

Chen An looked at Wen Zhiyun on the bed and smiled.

Wen Zhiyun looked proud after hearing this and hummed: "That's right, it's a good thing she didn't inherit your improper personality, otherwise my good daughter would be ruined."

Chen An was unhappy the moment he heard this, complaining: "That's a bit unkind of you. I praised you for being diligent, yet you insult me for being improper?"

"I'm just speaking the truth."

Wen Zhiyun argued with reason: "Not to mention anything far away, just look at what just happened. Our daughter was clearly still right there, yet you kept touching me randomly. Would a decent person do that?"

Chen An disagreed: "I don't know if a decent person would do that, but a normal person definitely would. Any man who doesn't touch his own wife is abnormal."

"Wife?" Upon hearing these two words, Wen Zhiyun's expression changed instantly, and she questioned Chen An somewhat angrily: "Chen, what do you mean? Am I very old?"

Chen An hurriedly explained: "Don't misunderstand, 'wife' is an affectionate term for wives and concubines in my hometown. You can also call me 'husband'; this term has no meaning of calling anyone old at all."

"Hmph."

Wen Zhiyun sneered, clearly not believing him, and remained very dissatisfied: "You just dislike that I'm not as fresh and tender as Ying or Yue, you dislike that I'm old. I know it. You should admit what you're thinking; you don't even dare to admit it, you have no sense of responsibility as a man at all."

As she said these words, she changed from sitting cross-legged to sitting with her knees together and legs bent; the loose, slit robe revealed her slender, straight calves and her plump, snow-white thighs like mutton-fat jade, making Chen An's eyes dazzle.

Chen An's mind was instantly captivated by Wen Zhiyun's curvaceous body; his gaze traveled from her calves to her thighs, then from her thighs to her loose collar, and he felt a wave of heat rise in his lower abdomen.

He swallowed his saliva and said: "I seriously suspect you are seducing me."

Wen Zhiyun raised her delicate brows slightly, felt his burning gaze, and couldn't help but spit:

"Pah, shameless! Do you think I'm like a lecher like you, with a head full of nothing but intimacy?"

"Scold away, just keep scolding. When one day I'm no longer obsessed with your body, don't you go crying then."

"You dare!"

Wen Zhiyun's delicate brows stood up instantly.

However, just after saying that, she softened, her voice becoming much gentler: "I'll give it to you tonight. I need to cultivate and look after our daughter now."

"Fine, then I won't go find those three until tonight, saving all my energy to deal with you tonight," Chen An said with a chuckle.

Wen Zhiyun gave him a charming roll of her eyes and said with a huff: "Look at that behavior of yours."

"Don't be in such a hurry to insult me; tonight I'll make you even more 'behaved' than I am."

"Get lost!"

"Rolling, rolling, rolling, this little one is rolling right now. I'll practice how to roll first, so I can roll with you on the bed tonight."

Chen An took advantage and still acted smug; after dropping this line, he turned and slipped out of the room, leaving Wen Zhiyun in the room with her chest heaving non-stop.

Just after walking out of Wen Zhiyun's room, Chen An heard the sound of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen ahead.

It was probably Gu Xinyue in there researching some new dish again.

Having nothing to do, Chen An went over to take a look.

"Husband."

Seeing Chen An walk in, Gu Xinyue gave a faint smile and called out.

Her voice was cold, but it sounded sweet.

Chen An walked to her side and stood there, his hand naturally resting on her waist, his eyes looking at the cucumber on the kitchen counter, and he asked curiously:

"Yue, are you researching some new dish?"

"Mm." Gu Xinyue nodded, her face blushing, and she said in a voice that sounded somewhat embarrassed: "I am researching how to make Honey Cucumber."

Seeing her blush, Chen An sensed something was off and asked: "What do you mean by this honey sauce?"

"Honey and chicken juice."

"Where did the honey come from?"

"There is a beehive built on the edge of the hole next to the kitchen; I got the honey from there."

"A beehive?"

Chen An was somewhat surprised.

He immediately spread his Divine Sense, extending it to the hole next door.

As it turned out, there really was a beehive.

Withdrawing his Divine Sense, Chen An asked: "Why are you blushing for no reason?"

"Your hand touching me makes me a little ticklish..."

"It's just touching your waist, surely it's not that bad?"

"I don't know what's going on either, but my body has become a bit strange lately; it's very sensitive."

"How sensitive?"

Chen An became interested; the moment he heard the word "sensitive," he grew excited.

Gu Xinyue didn't know how to put it either, feeling very shy, and just said in a small voice: "It's just that when you touch me, Husband, I get very ticklish—that kind of sensitive."

"That strange?"

Chen An raised an eyebrow and decided to check the body of his icy little concubine.

Half an hour later.

【Divine Sense Strength +4】 x3

Chen An straightened Gu Xinyue's skirt and asked with a smile: "Are you still ticklish now?"

Gu Xinyue's face was flushed, her breathing somewhat disordered as she said: "No, not ticklish anymore, thank you, Husband."

"Then I won't disturb you; you continue researching your Honey Cucumber."

After Chen An finished speaking, he left the kitchen.

Seeing there was still some time in the morning, he returned to his room to sit cross-legged and cultivate, consolidating his cultivation base.

Although he is now a Golden Core powerhouse, most of his realm lacks accumulation, as they were all breakthroughs made by directly "adding points with Deep Blue."

It's not to say that a realm raised this way is hollow.

In terms of strength, there is actually no difference from a normal breakthrough; it's just that it feels like it lacks a bit of insight.

And this bit of insight must be obtained through one's own cultivation; it is something the system cannot provide.

Time passed very quickly.

Two hours later.

The sun was high outside, and it was time for lunch.

The whole family sat around the dining table to eat.

The seating was a bit different from before.

Wen Zhiyun and Shen Qingyi sat on both sides of Chen An, while Gu Xinyue and Song Huaying sat opposite Chen An.

This was a plan the four of them had discussed; every meal, they would change to different people sitting beside their husband to ensure everyone was treated fairly.

Chen An didn't care about this matter and left it to his wives and concubines to negotiate themselves.

"Yue, how did you make this cucumber? I can't seem to stop eating it."

Shen Qingyi ate the Honey Cucumber with an expression of enjoyment, feeling the crisp, refreshing, and sweet flavor burst in her mouth, and she couldn't stop praising it.

Gu Xinyue smiled lightly: "I just added a bit of honey and chicken juice. If Sister Shen likes it, I will make more at dinner."

"Then I'll trouble you, Yue." Shen Qingyi did not stand on ceremony with her.

Gu Xinyue shook her head and said: "It's no trouble at all. I have to ask Sister Shen about cultivation matters every day; Sister Shen is the one who is troubled."

"No, I'm not troubled either."

Shen Qingyi smiled refreshingly.

Hearing this, Wen Zhiyun also picked up a piece of Honey Cucumber to taste the flavor.

After one bite, her eyes immediately lit up:

"Mm, it really is delicious!"

"Yue, your culinary skills have greatly improved again."

"Worthy of being the head chef of our family."

"I'm afraid even those immortal chefs at the Immortal Kitchen can't compare to our Yue."

Wen Zhiyun did not stint on her praise, making Gu Xinyue feel a bit embarrassed.

Seeing both sisters praising it, Song Huaying also hurriedly picked up a piece to taste, and after discovering it was delicious, she immediately followed suit: "Sister Gu, this Honey Cucumber is too delicious, I want to eat it for dinner too!"

"Mm, I'll make more for you to eat tonight."

Gu Xinyue said with a faint smile, feeling very happy in her heart.

From childhood to adulthood, she had always longed for the recognition of others; now, in this home, she had obtained everything she wanted and was filled with happiness.

Soon, she picked up a piece of Honey Cucumber for each of her two daughters and said with a gentle smile: "Xiao Yuejian, Xiao Yike, come and try Mother Gu's cooking; it's very delicious."

Chen Yuejian tasted it, and immediately with an "mm," her face became full of enjoyment, and her little mouth became as sweet as honey as she praised: "Mother Gu, it's so delicious! I want to eat it every day from now on; will you make it for me, Mother Gu?"

Gu Xinyue picked up another piece for her, her smile as warm as a spring breeze: "If it's delicious, eat more; if it's not enough, Mother Gu can make it for you right now."

"Thank you, Mother Gu!"

Chen Yuejian smiled as sweetly as a flower and said.

And Chen Yuejian, who was sitting beside her, had just finished eating the chicken leg in her hand.

While still chewing the meat in her mouth, she had already reached her hand toward the bowl, intending to pick up the piece of Honey Cucumber in it and stuff it into her little mouth to start eating.

Wen Zhiyun, who was beside her, saw this and immediately slapped her little hand, saying, "You are not allowed to grab it directly with your hands; you must use a spoon to scoop it up to eat!"

Chen Yike retracted her little hand and pouted, feeling a bit aggrieved.

But she didn't cry, and soon picked up the spoon nearby to scoop the Honey Cucumber in the bowl.

In her eyes, eating was greater than everything else.

It wouldn't be too late to cry after she finished eating.

She scooped up the Honey Cucumber and impatiently stuffed it into her little mouth.

The next moment, Chen Yike's eyes immediately burst with a bright light, and with lightning speed, she let out a "whoosh" and moved the entire plate of Honey Cucumber over to in front of herself.

Then, holding a spoon in each hand, she instinctively unleashed her dual-spoon style, frantically stuffing cucumber into her mouth with frantic, jerky movements.

Everyone at the table was stunned by this scene.

Wen Zhiyun, who was sitting beside her, was the first to react; she grabbed her little hand and gave it a series of "slap, slap, slap" hits, scolding her while hitting:

"You stupid child, you grab the dish and eat it all by yourself just because you like it; don't others need to eat too!"

"How can you be so selfish!"

"I must teach you a good lesson today so that you, this stupid child, will remember it!"

"Slap... slap... slap!"

Wen Zhiyun hit very hard.

She knew that her silly daughter had thick skin and flesh, and it wouldn't hurt at all if she didn't use force.

"Waa... waa... waa!"

Chen Yike wailed loudly as she was hit.

She wasn't in pain; she simply felt aggrieved.

She didn't know what she had done wrong.

She felt that she just wanted to eat the cucumber.

Why did Mother have to hit me?

Shen Qingyi couldn't bear to watch anymore; after hesitating for a moment, she spoke up to stop her: "Zhiyun, stop hitting her. Little Chen Yike is not even one year old yet; it's normal for her to not be sensible. If the child is disobedient, teach her properly first; don't just start hitting her."

Wen Zhiyun didn't agree with these words in her heart, but she still stopped and stopped hitting Chen Yike.

"I'll go make another plate of Honey Cucumber."

After Gu Xinyue dropped this sentence, she hurriedly got up and headed to the kitchen.

Song Huaying comforted Chen Yike with a few words, telling her not to cry.

Chen Yuejian had just been frightened by Wen Zhiyun and was still a bit dazed.

It was the first time she had seen Wen Zhiyun so fierce.

Chen An, as the head of the household, didn't say a word the entire time, silently watching all of this.

He had promised Wen Zhiyun before that when Wen Zhiyun was disciplining the children, he would not intervene if he could help it.

Of course, if their philosophies and values conflicted too severely, that would be another matter.

But as for now, with the other three wives and concubines there to act as a buffer and mediator, there was no need for him to step in yet.

Before long.

Gu Xinyue returned from the kitchen.

She was carrying a large plate of Honey Cucumber in her hands, and the portion looked twice as large as the first plate.

"Come, little Chen Yike, Mother Gu specially made a big plate of Honey Cucumber for you; eat slowly and don't choke."

Chen Yike's eyes lit up at the sight of food; she threw away her previous grievances and once again picked up two spoons, frantically stuffing cucumber into her mouth.

Wen Zhiyun couldn't bear to look.

At this moment, Chen An finally spoke up: "Zhiyun, little Chen Yike's constitution is quite special, and she has a high demand for food. Besides, she isn't even one year old yet; you should give her more patience."

Wen Zhiyun probably didn't take it in, but she still replied, "Mm, I know."

About a quarter of an hour later.

The family of seven was all full.

As usual, no one was in a hurry to clear the table, and they all sat there chatting after the meal.

Because mealtime was a rare moment when everyone could gather together.

It was mainly the four wives and concubines chatting.

Chen An was basically just playing with his two daughters.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Chen An felt something unusual under the table.

Someone had stretched their leg over.

It was his little beloved wife, Song Huaying.

He looked up at his little beloved wife sitting across from him and saw a flash of cunning in her eyes, her sweet little face full of playfulness.

This flirt, she really knows how to tease more and more...

Chen An smiled in his heart, acting as if nothing had happened, and let Song Huaying tease him with her feet under the table.

However, Wen Zhiyun, who was on the side, couldn't stand it.

She sensed the pair of restless feet that Song Huaying had hidden under the table and immediately stretched out her foot to lightly kick Song Huaying.

Song Huaying was startled and instinctively retracted her leg.

She did not know her teasing behavior had been discovered, thinking she had only been accidentally touched by one of the sisters.

But in reality, except for the two young daughters who did not know, the other three sisters were all perfectly aware of it in their hearts.

Because their Divine Sense strength was not weak.

At this moment, the second daughter Chen Yike climbed down from her chair.

She walked to her father's side, grabbed his legs with both hands, and looked up at him quietly with her little face raised.

Chen An knew this little girl wanted to play seesaw again.

Afterwards, he skillfully moved his chair, turned himself to face his second daughter, crossed his legs, and let her sit on his instep to play seesaw.

The second daughter played with great delight.

【You let your daughter Chen Yike play seesaw, father-daughter affection +1.】

Chen An glanced at the notification message without paying much attention to it.

At this time, he was thinking about his application to join the Heaven and Earth Sect.

It was already noon on the second day, so why hadn't there been any news from the Heaven and Earth Sect yet?

Had Tian Deacon not reported it yet?

As he thought about it, more than a quarter of an hour passed quickly.

At this time, the wives and concubines were still chatting.

And the silly Chen Yike suddenly climbed down from her father Chen An's lap and ran "da-da-da" all the way into her own room.

Chen An watched her run inside.

Not long after, a series of "peng-peng-peng" sounds came from the room.

This sound was very familiar.

He knew without looking that his second daughter was once again throwing heavy punches at the cave wall in her room.

"My god, this is too diligent."

Listening to the sound of these heavy punches, Chen An couldn't help but exclaim, lamenting that his second daughter truly inherited the Bitter Cultivator personality of her mother Wen Zhiyun, thinking about cultivation whenever she had time.

Thinking of this, he looked at Wen Zhiyun and asked with a smile: "Speaking of which, Zhiyun, little Yike is so much like you in her love for cultivation; is her ability to eat so much also inherited from you?"

"If you don't know how to speak, then don't speak; I wasn't that gluttonous when I was little."

Wen Zhiyun rolled her eyes at Chen An, looking slightly speechless.

Her life when she was little had been a bit difficult; she often didn't know where her next meal was coming from, couldn't even get enough to eat, and didn't even have the opportunity to be gluttonous.

"Xiao Yuejian, look at how diligent your younger sister Yike is, and then look at you; I even have to urge you to practice the zither."

Song Huaying took this opportunity to say a word to her daughter.

Chen Yuejian felt very aggrieved, thinking to herself that she was already very diligent, wasn't she?

She had to practice drawing Qi into the body.

She had to practice the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

She also had to learn all kinds of mundane etiquette.

I am just a child, Mother, what more do you want from me?

The more Chen Yuejian thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.

Chen An noticed his eldest daughter's grievance and knew how heavy her daily burden was as a child.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak for his eldest daughter, a notification message suddenly popped up out of thin air before his eyes.

【Your daughter Chen Yike's fist technique proficiency has increased to the Entry level, rewarding the ancient rule Dharma Spell "Intentional Bombing Fist".】

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