Chapter 2: 1. The Wedding Night

1. The Wedding Night

"Qi Refining Third Layer..."

Looking at the cultivation level displayed on the Spirit Measuring Stone, Chen An's face was full of unwillingness.

Back when he had first transmigrated, relying on his status as a transmigrator, he had immediately set himself a small goal of reaching Foundation Establishment within ten years.

As it turned out, more than thirty years had passed in the blink of an eye, yet his cultivation remained stuck at the Qi Refining Third Layer, unable to advance any further.

With such low talent, he was destined to have no hope of Foundation Establishment in this life.

"Sigh, since the path of immortality is hard to walk, let the rest of my life be ordinary."

"I will marry a beautiful and capable little wife, have a few more children to pass on my Bloodline, and properly enjoy the happiness of family life."

"In this way, it can be considered not a wasted life."

Carrying this idea of lying flat and giving up, Chen An couldn't wait to head out to town.

He thought about finding a matchmaker in town to ask around and see if there were any good girls to introduce, striving to get his lifelong matter settled today.

Qingshi Town, Xunhua Street.

Relying on his memory, Chen An walked straight toward the matchmaker's house.

While passing by a brothel on the way, he heard a pleasant tune coming from inside:

"Yixiang Pavilion, oh, so many girls~~~"

"Older brother earns money, younger brother spends it~~~"

"Younger sister earns money, older sister spends it~~~"

Accompanied by some guzheng music, it sounded quite unique.

It was just that the lyrics were nonsensical; it felt like they were just for the sake of being catchy.

After listening for a while, Chen An felt it was uninteresting, shook his head, and prepared to leave.

Just at this moment, a burst of noise suddenly came from the side alley of the brothel.

"Sob, sob, sob, I don't want to be the top courtesan..."

"Growing up so beautiful and having Mastery in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, what a pity it would be not to be the top courtesan."

"If you make me the top courtesan, you might as well kill me, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob..."

"You dead girl, if you keep crying, I'll have you working as a common prostitute tonight!"

"Sob, sob, sob, sob, sob..."

Chen An looked in the direction of the crying and saw a young girl sitting on the ground, wailing.

Beside her stood several burly men and a heavily made-up beautiful woman, who looked like someone from the brothel.

Chen An thought to himself that it was most likely that this girl had been sold by her family and was refusing to submit even at the cost of death.

Thinking this, his gaze fell upon the girl, and he began to look her over carefully.

She was not very old, and her little face looked somewhat green, but her figure was curvaceous and very alluring.

Seeing this, Chen An had an idea in his heart and lifted his legs to walk toward the alley.

He walked straight up to the beautiful woman and stopped, took out a tael of gold, handed it over, and asked, "May I ask, what is the situation with this little girl?"

The beautiful woman had originally wanted to curse and tell Chen An not to meddle in other people's business.

But when she saw the tael of gold he was holding out, she immediately became full of enthusiasm and said:

"You mean this little girl? She is the eldest daughter of the Song family in town, but because someone in her family offended a cultivator, the whole family was slaughtered."

"And because of her outstanding appearance, she luckily saved her own life and was sold here to be exchanged for money."

Hmm, her family was wiped out; it was miserable, but Chen An felt no ripples in his heart as he listened.

He had lived in this world where the strong prey on the weak for nearly forty years.

During this time, he had seen too many inhumane things and had long since become numb to the cruelty here.

Let alone wiping out a small family, even if the entire Qingshi Town were wiped out, I am afraid no one would dare to say a word against that cultivator.

After all, this is the world of immortal cultivation, and cultivators are all high and mighty.

Compared to them, whether they are royal relatives or children of noble families, as long as they are mortals, they are all as lowly as ants and their lives as cheap as grass; if they die, they die, and no one would care at all.

"I wonder if this Song family daughter is still a maiden?"

"Is the young master looking to redeem her?"

"Yes, name your price."

"This Song family daughter has an outstanding appearance, has Mastery in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and is still a virgin; she is worth at least a hundred taels of gold."

A hundred taels of gold, not more and not less, was exactly equivalent to the value of one Lower Grade Spirit Stone.

Chen An didn't even think about it; he took a Lower Grade Spirit Stone directly from his pocket, tossed it to the beautiful woman, and said indifferently, "I'll take this Song family daughter."

"A Spirit Stone?!"

The beautiful woman widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief.

She was shocked that such a man dressed in plain, simple clothes was actually a high and mighty cultivator!

One cannot judge a person by their appearance.

She immediately changed her tune, saying that she would gift the Song family daughter to Chen An for free, wanting to build a good connection.

Chen An did not take back the Spirit Stone and left the alley directly with the Song family daughter.

He was an Alchemist, and over these years, he had saved up some savings from refining pills; he was not short of this one Lower Grade Spirit Stone and had no need to give away his favor for it.

On the way back, the two talked along the way.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Song Huaying."

"That's a lovely name."

"Are you an Immortal Master, young master?"

"Mm."

"Thump!"

Song Huaying knelt down on the spot, her eyes welling with tears as she said, "Immortal Master, my entire family was harmed by villains, and now I am the only one left struggling to survive. I beg the Immortal Master to take action and avenge me!"

Help you get revenge?

Chen An had no desire to do such a dangerous thing; he only wanted to live out the rest of his life quietly and safely.

But on second thought, there was no harm in just saying it.

So he promised verbally:

"The villains who destroyed your Song family are also cultivators. This matter requires careful consideration; I will help you take revenge in the future."

"Thank you, thank you, Immortal Master!"

Song Huaying was so moved she was on the verge of tears, and she immediately began kowtowing to Chen An.

Seeing this, Chen An hurriedly told her to get up.

Song Huaying stood up slowly, looked up at Chen An's handsome, ethereal face, and couldn't help but blush, lowering her head shyly as she said:

"For the Immortal Master's great kindness, I have no way to repay you in this life, I fear I can only offer myself to you..."

Chen An smiled without a word, thinking to himself that being handsome was great; he didn't have to be told by a beauty that she would be a beast of burden for him in the next life.

After walking more than ten miles, the two arrived at an area with relatively dense Spirit Qi.

This place was called the Bamboo Leaf Forest, a well-known residence for rogue cultivators, protected by a Foundation Establishment expert; one only needed to pay to move in.

Many low-level cultivators lived here, using money to buy protection.

Chen An was among them.

Soon, the two stopped in front of a somewhat crude wooden house.

This was Chen An's home in the Bamboo Leaf Forest, built by his own hands.

The reason he had to build it himself was that the Bamboo Leaf Forest only provided the land for protection, not housing; the rogue cultivators living inside all had to build their own houses.

"Creak—"

Chen An stepped forward to push open the wooden door and led Song Huaying inside.

"Sit wherever you like, I'll go brew a pot of hot tea for you."

"Thank you, Immortal Master."

Song Huaying said somewhat reservedly.

Originally, she had wanted to take the initiative to brew the tea; after all, Chen An was an esteemed Immortal Master, and it should be her, a mortal, serving him.

But she had just walked over ten miles of mountain road in her mortal body, and her legs were so sore now that once she sat down, she couldn't stand back up.

Soon, the tea was ready.

Chen An poured a cup for Song Huaying and got straight to the point: "Ying, I redeemed you from Yixiang Pavilion because I want to take you as my wife. I wonder if you are willing?"

Song Huaying trembled slightly upon hearing this; she had thought she was coming to be a maid, never expecting to be a wife. It felt like a dream.

After a moment of collecting herself, she lowered her head in shyness, her voice as thin as a mosquito's: "To be able to marry the Immortal Master as his wife, this is Ying's good fortune..."

"Then let's not delay, let us perform the wedding ceremony now."

Chen An didn't pretend to be a gentleman; he went through the wedding process simply and quickly, and before dark, he couldn't wait to consummate the marriage with his little bride.

Song Huaying was still a maiden and felt somewhat at a loss regarding the consummation, so she could only cover her face and let him do as he pleased.

About half an incense stick of time later, both had become true adults.

【You spent the night with your wife Song Huaying, making efforts to branch out and scatter leaves; Alchemy Experience +1.】

What is this?

Chen An looked at the text that had suddenly appeared out of thin air before him and couldn't help but be stunned.

Then, the next second, another panel popped up before his eyes.

【Name: Chen An】

【Cultivation: Qi Refining Third Layer】

【Alchemy: First-tier Primary (19/100)】

【Spouse: Song Huaying】

【Offspring: None yet】

PS: Setting out my bowl, begging for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets!