Chapter 46: 45: Being Frank and Honest

45: Being Frank and Honest

When Chen An hurriedly arrived at the front courtyard, Gu Xinyue was busy in a flurry using medicinal pills to treat Wen Zhiyun's injuries, stopping the bleeding on her chest.

Wen Zhiyun was severely injured, with a wound near her chest that was deep enough to reach the bone.

It looked like a saber wound, a wound inflicted by a large broadsword.

Without a doubt, this was caused by a cultivator from Black Iron Villa on the battlefield.

Chen An said nothing, stepped forward to lift her from the ground, and hurried toward the Alchemy Room to get a Small Restoration Pill to treat her and dress her wounds.

His wives and concubines followed to help.

As soon as they entered the Alchemy Room, Chen An immediately took a Small Restoration Pill and stuffed it into Wen Zhiyun's mouth.

Wen Zhiyun was unconscious and unable to perform the swallowing action.

Fortunately, the Small Restoration Pill was a Second-tier pill, which could melt upon contact with the mouth and transform into wisps of warm current that flowed into the body to treat the patient's internal and external injuries.

Under the nourishment of the Small Restoration Pill, the wound on Wen Zhiyun's chest stopped bleeding, and her pale cheeks were regaining color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ying, help me get a damp cloth soaked in warm water."

"Yue, help me get that bottle of Healing Pill from the cabinet in the corner."

"..."

Chen An gave emergency treatment to Wen Zhiyun's wound while directing his wives and concubines to help.

With the movement of the few people walking back and forth, Wen Zhiyun gradually regained some consciousness.

She saw Chen An carefully treating her wounds in front of her, and saw Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue on both sides with worried expressions; she felt very fortunate to still be alive.

"Sister Wen, do you feel alright?"

"Sister Wen, I'll go pour you a cup of warm water."

Seeing Wen Zhiyun slowly open her eyes and wake up, Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue were both very concerned for her.

Chen An picked up the needle and thread from the side, along with the medicinal plaster he had spent some time preparing, and looked at her, saying:

"Next, I need to stitch your wound and bandage it. During the process, I may need to remove some of your upper garments to make it easier for me to treat you."

After speaking, Chen An reached out to undo some of the clothing on Wen Zhiyun's chest so that the wound there would be completely exposed, facilitating his stitching and bandaging.

Wen Zhiyun had a very stubborn personality; she adamantly refused to let Chen An undo the collar of her clothes on her chest, her eyes slightly red as she said:

"What is our relationship? Do you not know that men and women should not touch when handing something over!"

"If it isn't treated in time, it will leave a scar."

Chen An said this calmly, and after finishing, he moved again to undo Wen Zhiyun's collar.

This time, Wen Zhiyun did not stop him again.

She turned her head to the side without a word, no longer looking at Chen An, letting him remove the hand she had been holding over her chest, and then feeling Chen An undoing her collar bit by bit.

Chen An sterilized the silver needle with a candle flame, threaded it with fine thread, and said gently before starting to stitch:

"If it hurts, tell me."

"..."

Wen Zhiyun did not respond, only silently closing her eyes, waiting for the wound to be stitched.

Silence equals consent.

Chen An said no more and immediately stitched Wen Zhiyun's wound.

The whole process was very gentle, with as little force as possible.

But inevitably, it would still hurt Wen Zhiyun from time to time, causing her willow-leaf brows to furrow slightly and a soft groan to escape her.

Soon, Wen Zhiyun's wound was stitched, but it was not bandaged.

Chen An said: "Fellow Daoist Wen, the wound has been stitched. Later, let Ying and Yue accompany you to the bathroom to wash away the filth on your body, and then I will bandage the wound for you."

"Mm."

Wen Zhiyun responded without saying more.

She tried moving her legs, and finding that she could move her body without hindrance, she sat up from the bed by herself and went to the bathroom to wash her body.

Seeing this, Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue both walked to her sides to follow her, intending to help her wash so she wouldn't get the wound wet while washing herself.

After washing her body, Wen Zhiyun returned to her own room to rest.

Chen An brought the medicinal plaster and cloth bandages and went to knock on her door, saying:

"Fellow Daoist Wen, I have come to bandage you."

"..."

There was no response from inside the room.

But the door was left ajar.

"Then I am coming in."

Chen An said this as he pushed open the door, walked in at a leisurely pace, and closed the door behind him.

Arriving at the bedside, he sat down slowly and said to Wen Zhiyun, who was lying on her side with her back to him:

"I need to remove some clothes to bandage the wound. If you don't mind, let me help you take them off."

"As you wish."

Wen Zhiyun's face was already flushed, but her voice was still feigning coldness.

Chen An said no more, reached out, and slowly removed her clothes, revealing a pair of smooth, snow-white shoulders.

He continued to undress her, revealing more and more, until the saber wound near her chest was completely exposed.

Although Wen Zhiyun was already in her thirties, her skin looked very delicate and fair, not at all inferior to Song Huaying, who was not yet twenty, or Gu Xinyue, who was in her early twenties, appearing very young and fresh.

Chen An was not distracted by Wen Zhiyun's smooth skin and remained fully focused on bandaging her wound throughout the process.

During the bandaging, Chen An asked her how she had been injured.

It was learned that Black Iron Villa had dispatched a Foundation Establishment powerhouse to enter the fray.

Wen Zhiyun unfortunately ran into them, and was then slashed and wounded by the other party.

In front of a Foundation Establishment powerhouse, Wen Zhiyun, whose cultivation was only at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer, had absolutely no power to fight back.

It was only thanks to her good looks that the Foundation Establishment powerhouse from Black Iron Villa took a fancy to her; wanting to abduct her back to be his Dao companion, he never dealt a fatal blow.

Otherwise, with that slash, she would have been cut in two.

In the end, after going through all sorts of hardships, it just so happened that a Foundation Establishment powerhouse from the Bamboo Leaf Gang arrived, and she luckily managed to save her little life.

Upon hearing this, Chen An had just finished bandaging Wen Zhiyun's wounds and putting her clothes back on for her.

Afterwards, he said, "Fellow Daoist Wen, don't go to the battlefield to risk your life for rent-exemption certificates in the future."

"Then what should I do if I can't afford the rent?"

"I will support you."

"……"

The room suddenly fell into silence.

The atmosphere gradually became subtle.

Chen An stopped playing games with her, went straight onto the bed to lie on his side next to her, gently pulled her into his embrace, and whispered into her ear, "Fellow Daoist Wen, I want to become Dao companions with you and take good care of you."

Suddenly pulled into a man's embrace, Wen Zhiyun could not help but have her delicate body tremble slightly.

She coyly wanted to break free, but in the end, she chose to let Chen An hold her, only asking him:

"Your cultivation is only at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer, what will you use to take care of me?"

"In no more than a year at most, I will be able to become a Second-tier Alchemist."

Chen An's words carried absolute confidence.

Wen Zhiyun no longer made a sound.

As she was now, she could no longer find a reason to continue being coy.

A Second-tier Alchemist is an existence even rarer than a Foundation Establishment powerhouse.

It is an existence that major Foundation Establishment gangs, and even Golden Core sects, must strive to win over.

They possess an absolutely transcendent status in the world of immortal cultivation.

Chen An pressed his mouth to Wen Zhiyun's ear and asked softly, "Fellow Daoist Wen, are you willing to become my Dao companion?"

"You've already laid on my bed and pulled me into your arms, how else do you want me to be willing..."

Wen Zhiyun's voice grew softer and softer, her face already burning red.

Hearing this, Chen An felt a long-lost excitement in his heart.

From this night on, Wen Zhiyun would officially become a part of his household and become his wife.

"I don't want to listen to the sounds of Sister Ying and Sister Yue through a wall again tonight."

"I want to let them hear my voice..."

Wen Zhiyun suppressed the shame in her heart and, abandoning her previous ascetic persona, said something shocking.

Chen An was moved, but in the end, he calmed down and said, "You just suffered such a heavy injury, you should rest well first; there is no rush for this."

"You aren't in a rush, but I am."

"But your injuries..."

"Alchemist Chen, do you have some misunderstanding about the physical strength of a Qi Refining Eighth Layer cultivator?"

Wen Zhiyun completely cast aside her shame and chose to follow her inner instincts.

Seeing that a maiden had already spoken to this extent, Chen An knew that if he continued to remain indifferent, he would truly be worse than a beast.

So he stopped overthinking and chose to respectfully comply.

"Wait, wait a moment... blow out the candle on the table first."

"Alright."

Chen An followed Wen Zhiyun's wishes, got up to blow out the candle on the bedside table, and then lay back down.

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