Chapter 67: 65. The Difference Between Immortal and Mortal (1/3)

65. The Difference Between Immortal and Mortal (1/3)

Chen An looked at the two corpses on the ground, his heart devoid of any ripples, his expression completely calm.

There was the reason of adrenaline secretion, and also the reason that this was no longer the first time he had killed an enemy.

"A powerhouse at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer should have quite a lot of personal wealth on him."

Thinking this, Chen An ignored the blood all over the floor and squatted down with a calm face to loot the bodies.

After looting for a moment, the harvest was as follows.

4 Middle-grade Spirit Stones.

56 Lower-grade Spirit Stones.

1 Changjian.

1 dagger.

3 portions of Charm Drug.

Several other small items that looked like they were worth some money.

The harvest was not small.

It had to be said, this Deacon Tang lived up to his status as a Deacon of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

The Spirit Stones he carried on him alone were almost worth as much as Chen An's entire net worth.

"This beastly thing, it's a pity he died too late."

Chen An looked at the three portions of Charm Drug on the ground and couldn't help but offer a greeting to Deacon Tang.

At this time, the wives and concubines hiding in the rooms all came out.

They had all just heard the commotion in the living room from their rooms and knew that their husband had won.

"Husband, are you hurt anywhere?"

Wen Zhiyun arrived beside Chen An and stopped, asking with a concerned face.

Chen An was in the middle of dealing with the corpses; he looked up and smiled at her:

"Your husband is fine."

"Husband, let me help you."

As Wen Zhiyun said this, she squatted down to help deal with the corpses, not fearing the bloody scene before her in the slightest.

No rogue cultivator who could cultivate to the Qi Refining Late Stage had not walked through slaughter; seeing blood and getting stained by it was a common occurrence.

Even female cultivators as beautiful as celestial beings were all like this.

"Husband, Yue also wants to help you."

Gu Xinyue said this and also walked to the side to squat down, enduring a little psychological discomfort to help deal with the corpses.

Seeing this, Song Huaying hesitated for a moment before following over.

But before she even reached them, her expression couldn't help but change, and she reached out to cover her mouth and dry heave.

Having previously been a noble daughter of a prominent family, she had never even killed a chicken and simply could not stand this bloody scene before her.

Seeing his little delicate wife was uncomfortable, Chen An looked up and said to her:

"Ying, you go back to the room and sit first; I will come find you after I finish dealing with this."

"Hus, husband, then Ying will return to the room first."

Song Huaying looked entirely distressed; after saying this, she immediately walked quickly back to the room with somewhat weak legs.

Chen An and the two wives and concubines who remained continued to clean up the scene.

They carried the corpses out to the backyard.

They found a corner and dug a deep pit.

Then, along with the sword and dagger, as well as several small items that were symbols of status, they were all buried inside together.

Although these things were quite valuable, there was a risk of being traced if they were kept, so it was safer to bury them.

At most, after the heat dies down one day, he could dig them up and take them to the Market to see if there was a possibility of selling them.

After filling in the soil.

Chen An went to the edge of the vegetable garden next door to pull up some weeds and planted them on the burial pit to deceive people.

After planting, he specifically groomed the surface of the soil to make it look more natural.

"How are you so Proficient at this?"

Wen Zhiyun looked at Chen An with a surprised face, a bit shocked by his method of burying corpses.

Chen An patted the dust off his body and said in a very calm tone:

"I became Proficient after burying a few."

After saying this, he looked at his two wives and concubines again and said: "Alright, it's getting late; go take a bath and then sleep."

Gu Xinyue was very sensible; after hearing this, she immediately went to the kitchen to boil water.

Wen Zhiyun, however, said with a worried face:

"Husband, you killed Deacon Tang; will this be discovered by the people from the Bamboo Leaf Gang?"

"It shouldn't be. This Deacon Tang came in the middle of the night carrying Charm Drug; clearly, he was thinking of doing something improper to you all tonight. He must have wanted to avoid detection on the way here to prevent being discovered."

Chen An analyzed.

Wen Zhiyun nodded as she listened, feeling it made sense.

Although the people of the Bamboo Leaf Gang did not treat the residents under them as human beings, they would still do some superficial work to some extent.

If they took a fancy to a female cultivator and couldn't force her, they would only come secretly and sneakily if they wanted to forcibly possess her; it was impossible for them to do it with great fanfare.

Because forcibly possessing the wives and concubines of residents would cause the reputation of the Bamboo Leaf Forest to shatter, with no possibility of recovery.

After finishing the matter of the corpses.

Chen An came to the side of the well and washed all the Spirit Stones he had just obtained from looting the corpses.

Afterwards, he returned to his room, took out all his assets, and calculated them together with the Spirit Stones he had just obtained.

If converted entirely into Low-grade Spirit Stones, there were 1,203 in total.

"1,203 pieces. Before I knew it, I've already moved to the Core Area for over a year. I've finally saved enough Spirit Stones to buy 'Mandarin Ducks Flying Together'."

Chen An said to himself with a smile.

He thought of the Cultivation Method he had taken a fancy to at the Zhenbao Hang back then, and a trace of anticipation arose in his heart.

"After I deliver the medicinal pills to the Logistics Department of the Bamboo Leaf Gang tomorrow, I'll go to the Zhenbao Hang and buy that 'Mandarin Ducks Flying Together'."

Chen An thought to himself.

At this moment, Gu Xinyue walked out from the bathroom and said:

"Husband, the water temperature is set. You can come in and bathe now."

"Mm, coming."

Chen An put away the Spirit Stones in his hand, wrapped his arm around Gu Xinyue's slender waist, and walked into the bathroom.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn later.

【Divine Sense strength +3】

As time passed, the wives and concubines all finished bathing one after another and returned to their own rooms to rest.

"Creak—"

Chen An pushed open the door to Wen Zhiyun's room and slowly walked inside.

A three-day rotation; tonight it was Wen Zhiyun's turn to be accompanied.

"Husband, for the sake of the child in our belly, I won't be able to serve you for the next four months."

Seeing Chen An start to take off his clothes as soon as he sat down on the edge of the bed, Wen Zhiyun pursed her lips and said.

Chen An expressed his understanding: "Mm, it is almost time to focus on the pregnancy; we should be careful."

"Husband, let's rest early then."

"Alright."

"Husband, you're holding me too tight, it's hot."

"Zhiyun, your husband once read a sentence in a book: when Heaven closes a door on you, it will always open a window for you."

"Never heard of it."

"This sentence is worth pondering."

"What's there to ponder?"

"Guess?"

"Guess your head!"

"Mm, you... what are you doing!"

"……"

In the blink of an eye.

It was dawn.

Following a rooster's crow in the backyard, the wives and concubines in the house all got up one after another.

Chen An and Wen Zhiyun got up relatively late.

Neither of them slept very soundly last night, so they needed to linger in bed a while longer in the morning to recover more energy.

More than an hour later.

The two of them finally got up from the bed, washed up simply, and headed to the main hall.

At this time, Gu Xinyue had just finished making breakfast.

Chen An and Wen Zhiyun were able to sit down and eat as soon as they arrived.

Gu Xinyue had prepared a sumptuous meal.

Porridge, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, and eggs—everything was available.

"Sister Wen, why are you only drinking porridge?"

Seeing Wen Zhiyun only sipping the porridge in small mouthfuls the whole time, Song Huaying on the side couldn't help but feel puzzled. She remembered that Wen Zhiyun loved fried dough sticks the most; why wasn't she touching them now?

Gu Xinyue on the other side also felt confused and looked at Wen Zhiyun with a puzzled expression, wondering if she had lost her touch this morning and made something that didn't taste good.

Being watched by the two younger sisters like this, Wen Zhiyun had to put down her spoon and explained with her mouth only opening slightly:

"My sleeping posture was wrong last night, and my teeth pressed against the flesh inside my mouth. It hurts to open my mouth wide now, so I can only drink the porridge in small mouthfuls."

"So that's it. Sister Wen, I'll go to the Alchemy Room and get you some medicine."

Song Huaying said as she stood up to leave.

Seeing this, Wen Zhiyun reached out and pulled her back, smiling slightly as she said:

"No need, Ying. Every medicine has its poison; let this minor injury recover on its own. It will recover in half a day at most."

After speaking, she glared at Chen An beside her with resentful eyes, silently cursing him for being such a jerk who didn't know how to cherish his wives and concubines at all.

Chen An knew he was in the wrong and pretended not to see.

Meanwhile, Song Huaying across from them felt a wave of bitterness in her heart.

She was a bit stung by Wen Zhiyun's last remark about it "recovering in half a day at most."

She thought to herself how good it was to be a cultivator.

For things like external injuries, they could fully recover in less than half a day.

Whereas she, being a mortal, would need at least ten days or a week for a wound to heal.

Chen An's senses were sharp, and he noticed the fleeting sorrow that had just appeared on his little wife's face.

However, he did not say anything, merely pondering silently in his heart whether there was any way to allow his little wife to cultivate immortality as well.

At the very least, he had to find a way to let her practice martial arts to strengthen her body and health, narrowing the gap between the immortal and the mortal as much as possible.

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