Chapter 58: 57. The Treasure Pavilion Cultivator

57. The Treasure Pavilion Cultivator

He ate a little something to pad his stomach.

Chen An quickly shouldered his medicine chest and headed out to the Bamboo Leaf Gang's Logistics Department.

When he arrived.

Various sounds of painful groaning were coming from inside the Logistics Department.

There were both men and women.

They were all wounded who had been carried back after suffering heavy injuries on the battlefield.

Chen An glanced at these agonizingly wounded people along the way and deeply realized the cruelty of war.

He stopped thinking about it and walked quickly to find the person in charge of the Logistics Department to deliver the pills.

After counting the quantity of pills, the person in charge of the Bamboo Leaf Gang's Logistics Department said:

"Alchemist Chen, starting from tomorrow, the supply of these pills needs to increase by another twenty percent."

"Alright, I understand."

Chen An nodded with an expressionless face.

After saying that, he picked up his medicine chest and turned to leave.

Watching his retreating back, that person in charge of the Logistics Department couldn't help but feel a bit surprised.

Other Alchemists would frown the moment they heard the supply needed to increase, all of them putting on miserable faces to complain about how difficult things were for them now, saying the supply volume was already too high and asking if it could not be increased.

In contrast, Chen An said "alright" every time without changing his expression.

This abnormal behavior couldn't help but make the person in charge of the Logistics Department feel baffled.

"When next month comes, I'll ask him to increase the supply by another few percent and see what his reaction is."

The person in charge of the Logistics Department thought to himself.

On the way back.

Chen An recalled the request just made by the person in charge of the Logistics Department and couldn't help but smile.

This Bamboo Leaf Gang's Logistics Department demanded an increase in pill supply at every turn, not treating Alchemists like people at all.

Simply insatiable.

However, none of that mattered now.

In a few days, he would be able to break through and become a Second-tier Alchemist.

At that time, he would join the Treasure Pavilion and obtain their protection.

In this way, he would basically be able to completely shake off the control of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

Thinking of this, Chen An felt completely at ease.

Soon after, he returned to Green Willow Alley.

Just as he walked into the alley entrance, he saw Mo Lifang, who was wearing a loose Daoist robe and had changed her usual style to go bare-faced.

"Alchemist Chen, what a coincidence?"

Seeing Chen An return, Mo Lifang greeted him with a smile on her face.

It looked like a chance encounter, but it was actually long premeditated.

Chen An saw through it all; he knew this widow had likely seen Wen Zhiyun's attire yesterday and wanted to emulate it to cater to his tastes.

In order to completely resolve the entanglement of this highly scheming and calculating widow, Chen An said to her:

"Fellow Daoist Wen, come with me for a moment; I have something to tell you."

After saying this, he walked toward a deserted small grove nearby.

Suddenly being asked to go to a secluded place, Mo Lifang couldn't help but feel a little worried, afraid that Chen An was up to no good.

But then she thought, in order to find herself a good family, she would risk it!

Thinking this, Mo Lifang immediately followed closely behind.

After arriving in the grove.

Chen An didn't beat around the bush with Mo Lifang and went straight to the point:

"Fellow Daoist Mo, if I'm not mistaken, the reason your son was bitten by the Thousand Poison Spider yesterday was all done on purpose by you, right?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Lifang's expression changed slightly.

But it was only fleeting.

Soon, she switched to a look of grievance and indignation, saying: "Alchemist Chen, what are you saying? Dabao is my son, how could I possibly harm him!"

Chen An couldn't be bothered to waste words with her and said directly:

"Fellow Daoist Mo, I hope you won't come to pester me again in the future."

"My personality is a bit volatile; once I can't solve a problem, I will lose my temper and solve the person who created the problem."

"Even a tiger does not eat its own cubs; take care of yourself."

After a round of threats and warnings, Chen An didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Mo Lifang gritted her teeth, hardened her heart, and rushed up to embrace Chen An.

This was her last chance; she had to seize it with her own body!

Unfortunately, Chen An's Divine Sense strength was comparable to a Foundation Establishment expert.

With just a small turn, he dodged her forced embrace.

"Thump!"

Mo Lifang missed her grab, lost her balance, and fell heavily to the ground.

She sat slumped on the ground, looking at Chen An with somewhat disheveled hair, and said in self-abandonment:

"What did I do wrong?"

"What did I do wrong!"

"I just wanted to find a good family; as my son, what's wrong with Dabao making a little sacrifice?!"

"If I find a good family, won't Dabao be able to enjoy a good life with me?"

"It's all Black Iron Villa's fault!"

"It's all Bamboo Leaf Gang's fault!"

"If they hadn't gone to war over the Spirit Stone mine, how could my husband have died, and how could I have become a widow despised by others!!!"

As she spoke, Mo Lifang became somewhat neurotic.

Another person driven mad by this society...

Chen An felt a bit pathetic in his heart and said to this widow surnamed Mo:

"No one despises you. Fellow Daoist Zhang and Fellow Daoist Xu, whom I mentioned to you yesterday, would certainly be happy to take you as a concubine and provide a safe haven for you and your child."

Upon hearing this, Mo Lifang immediately bristled.

She said excitedly:

"My appearance is so outstanding, how could those two brutes with faces full of flesh be worthy of me!"

"They are not worthy!"

"Alchemist Chen, only you are worthy of me!"

"Only you are worthy!"

As she spoke, the widow surnamed Mo pulled open her collar without a word, pulling it wider and wider as she said:

"Alchemist Chen, you will like it. Once you experience it, you will definitely like me. As long as you give me a chance, I will definitely make you unable to stop!"

Looking at the nearly insane widow surnamed Mo before him, four characters could not help but surface in Chen An's mind:

——Diary of a Madman.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, please have some self-respect."

After dropping this sentence, Chen An couldn't help but glance at the widow's proud assets, but he quickly withdrew his gaze and walked around her to exit the woods.

Seeing this, Mo Lifang hurriedly scrambled up to chase after him, shouting as she ran:

"Alchemist Chen, wait for me, wait for me!"

But when she followed him out of the woods, she found that Chen An had already vanished without a trace.

She plopped down powerlessly onto the ground, her eyes bloodshot, muttering to herself:

"Hehe... you despise me... you will regret this... you will regret this..."

At this moment, several people were walking toward Green Willow Alley.

It was people from the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

They were coming to Green Willow Alley again to coerce residents into going to the battlefield.

Mo Lifang stared blankly at these Bamboo Leaf Gang members for a moment.

After thinking for a while, she used her hands to tug at her collar a few times, making herself look even more disheveled.

Then, she quickly climbed up from the ground and walked toward the Bamboo Leaf Gang cultivator leading the group...

……

On the other side.

Chen An had already returned home.

His mind was filled with the disheveled Mo Lifang from the woods just now, and a heat that urgently needed cooling rose in his heart.

"Ying!"

"Yue!"

"Zhiyun!"

"All of you, come to your husband's room quickly; I have an extremely urgent matter to discuss with you!"

Upon hearing their husband's call.

Wen Zhiyun, who was cultivating in her room, immediately headed over impatiently.

Gu Xinyue, who was watering flowers in the backyard, felt a faint blush rise on her pretty face.

Song Huaying, who was looking after their daughter in the front yard, couldn't help but feel her legs go weak and numb.

Soon, the three wives and concubines obediently came to his room to hear what he had to say.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was dark.

Chen An looked at the three wives and concubines who were exhausted and asleep on the bed, then felt the heat in his heart that was still far from subsiding, and couldn't help but mutter:

"As my cultivation level increases day by day, it seems I must find another like-minded female cultivator."

"After I become a Second-tier Alchemist in a few days and successfully join the Treasure Pavilion, I will go and see if there are any suitable candidates."

"It would be best if she were a female cultivator from the Treasure Pavilion."

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