Chapter 73: 71. Punishing Evil and Promoting Good (1/3)

71. Punishing Evil and Promoting Good (1/3)

Over the next few days, Chen An did not eat or drink, nor did he sleep; he stayed holed up in the Alchemy Room for all twenty-four hours of the day to consolidate his Alchemy Dao realm, preparing for his upcoming application to join the Treasure Pavilion.

During this time, his wives and concubines were very sensible and never went to disturb him; whenever they had needs, they took care of them themselves.

In the blink of an eye.

Another two days passed.

This morning.

With a creak echoing through the house, the tightly shut door of the Alchemy Room opened.

Hearing the sound, the wives and concubines in the house immediately walked over quickly.

Upon seeing Chen An, who looked haggard but had a face full of smiles, they all revealed joy and offered their congratulations.

"Congratulations, Husband!"

"Husband, should we celebrate a little?"

"Husband, you must be hungry. I'll go cook right now; what dishes would you like to eat?"

"Husband, I'll help you bathe!"

"..."

Not seeing each other for a few days felt like three autumns.

The wives and concubines surrounded Chen An, their rosy, delicate little mouths opening and closing incessantly; there was not a moment of quiet.

Chen An did not feel it was noisy; he only felt warmth.

"Daddy, hug!"

Chen Yuejian tugged at her father's pant leg, opening her short little arms to ask for a hug.

Chen An picked her up in one motion, habitually rubbing his stubble against her chubby baby face, and asked with a smile, "Haven't seen Daddy for so many days, does Xiao Yuejian miss Daddy?"

"Yes, I missed Daddy so much!"

Chen Yuejian was completely sincere, without a hint of falsehood.

During the days her father was away, she had almost been tortured to tears by her mother.

Every day it was either learning secular etiquette or studying various arts like zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

She was only a child of a little over a year old and just wanted to play in the courtyard outside.

"Husband, you must be very tired after staying in the Alchemy Room for so many days. Ying will go boil water for your bath right now."

Song Huaying's eyes were full of eagerness; after speaking, she lightly pecked Chen An on the face and walked quickly toward the kitchen.

As an old married couple, Chen An naturally understood his little wife's gaze; she wanted him.

After the water was boiled, he did not let his little wife wait long and entered the bathroom immediately.

Bathing in the wooden tub, he enjoyed the rising steam.

While enjoying his little wife scrubbing his back, Chen An asked nonchalantly, "Ying, how are you coming along with those three Cultivation Methods?"

"Husband, Ying is dull-witted; I haven't even learned one of them yet..." The disappointment on Song Huaying's face was undisguised, and her voice was indescribably weak.

Chen An comforted her, "No rush. It's only been a few days. There is plenty of time; learn slowly. When I have some free time later, I will learn with you, Ying. If I learn them first, I will teach you hand-in-hand."

"Husband, don't wait until then; teach Ying hand-in-hand right now. Ying can't wait anymore!"

Song Huaying changed from her previous disappointment, looking at Chen An with eyes like silk, her gaze full of urgent and intense love.

Looking at his little wife's pretty face, Chen An realized belatedly that the young girl from back then was no longer green; she had transformed into a woman who was both pure and seductive.

He truly wished his little wife's appearance could be frozen at this moment and never grow old.

Once he joined the Treasure Pavilion, he would find a way to obtain Fixed Beauty Pills and give one to each of his wives and concubines so they could remain forever young.

"Husband..."

Seeing Chen An dazed for a moment, Song Huaying couldn't help but bite her lip with her pearly teeth, urging him on with growing affection on her small face.

Chen An stopped overthinking and reached out to pull his little wife, who was bathing nearby, into his arms.

Enjoy the wine today while we have it; we will worry about tomorrow when it comes.

Right now, he only wanted to properly appreciate his little wife, who was as cute and charming as a camellia, and go gather nectar like a diligent bee.

No matter how beautiful the romance, it was but a fleeting moment.

When Chen An walked out of the bathroom holding his flushed little wife, Gu Xinyue had already prepared the food and set it on the table.

The family of five sat together, full of joy and harmony.

After the meal, adhering to the principle of treating his wives and concubines equally and sharing his favors, Chen An only rested for a moment before taking Gu Xinyue into the room.

On this day, the weather began to warm up.

The air was exceptionally humid.

The room was filled with a musky scent everywhere.

Chen An busied himself from morning until afternoon, finally pacifying the wives and concubines in his home.

Afterward, under the gaze of his wife and daughter, he went out to head to the Market to consult about joining the Treasure Pavilion at the Zhenbao Hang.

On the way.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Nourishing the parched earth.

Walking along the way, Chen An saw many female cultivators along the street begging people to take them in.

They were all widows whose husbands had died on the battlefield.

Now that the war between the Bamboo Leaf Gang and the Black Iron Villa was becoming increasingly intense, the number of mercenaries dying on the battlefield increased every day, which led to more widows in the Bamboo Leaf Forest with each passing day.

Male cultivators who previously couldn't find a wife now often had five or six wives and concubines at home.

They didn't need much to support them; just providing a place to shelter from the wind and rain and a little bit of food was enough.

As long as these two points can be achieved, one can toy with these widows at will.

Unlike before, where one still had to provide them with cultivation resources.

Before the war between the Bamboo Leaf Gang and the Black Iron Villa, any woman with a bit of beauty would be very picky when choosing a husband.

If he wasn't handsome, she wouldn't marry him; if he didn't have a support profession, she wouldn't marry him; they were arrogant and demanding.

Many male cultivators were as humble as dogs, yet they still couldn't necessarily win over a female cultivator they slightly admired, and could only settle for those with conditions far inferior to their own.

For example, those so ugly that no one wanted them.

If one wanted a pretty one, one could only go to the mortal world to find a mortal woman.

But now, the tables have turned.

Many male cultivators who were once "lick-dogs" can now bring home the female cultivators they once viewed as goddesses, make all sorts of excessive demands at will, and watch with their own eyes as the once unattainable goddesses suffer an Evil Fall before them.

Comparing the two, it feels like the difference between heaven and earth.

Chen An sighs endlessly at this.

He thinks that if he didn't already have three beautiful wives at home, he would certainly be like the other male cultivators, wandering outside whenever he had free time to see if there were any high-quality widows to pick up on the street today.

Thinking about this and that.

Before he knew it, he was almost at the Market.

Just then, Chen An, whose Divine Sense perception is comparable to a Foundation Establishment expert, clearly heard a woman's sounds of struggle coming from a house several hundred meters ahead.

"You, let me go!"

"Fellow Daoist Lin, don't be so reserved. Your husband has already gone to the battlefield and hasn't returned for over a month; you must be very lonely, right? Your husband and I are close friends, so it is only right that I help him take care of his wife."

"Let me go immediately, or I will call for help!"

"Call for help? Your place is so remote that there isn't even a neighbor for hundreds of meters around; who are you going to call?"

"Xu Haolong, if you dare to touch me, once my husband returns, you will definitely pay the price!"

"I'll pay the price? When your husband returns and sees your belly is big, I'm afraid you'll be the one paying the price. Besides, do you think your husband can even come back? He will die on the battlefield sooner or later."

"You surnamed Xu, how dare you!"

"Slap!"

"Since you don't know what's good for you, if you struggle one more time, I'll give you two more slaps to see if you'll still act crazy!"

"..."

Hearing these sounds of struggle, Chen An frowns slightly, feeling conflicted inside.

He wants to stand up for justice, but his reason tells him that such "saintly" behavior is not conducive to his survival in this world fraught with crises.

He wants to mind his own business, but his emotions tell him that such behavior of failing to help those in danger will make his conscience suffer.

"Tap! Tap! Tap..."

Just as Chen An was hesitating, this burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from ahead.

He raises his head to look in the direction of the sound, and what meets his eyes is a heroic figure.

A high ponytail, a Black Tight Suit, and holding a Changjian with a green scabbard.

It is none other than her.

It is precisely that female disciple of the Xuanhuang Sect who sits in charge of the Zhenbao Hang.

A young Foundation Establishment expert!

At this moment, this female Foundation Establishment expert is rushing rapidly toward the house where the sounds of struggle are coming from, her beautiful eyes, sharp as lightning, filled with killing intent.

Seeing this, Chen An doesn't even think; he immediately lunges forward and follows toward the house ahead.

There is risk in acting heroically, but now that a Foundation Establishment expert is already leading the charge, what else is there to hesitate about?

Decisively save the beauty like a hero and punish evil to promote good!

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