Chapter 75: 73. One Man, One Sword (3/3)

73. One Man, One Sword (3/3)

Manager Liu was very shocked, and the look he cast toward Chen An was filled with disbelief.

In a godforsaken place like the Bamboo Leaf Forest, where any random Foundation Establishment cultivator could become a king or hegemon, could there actually be a wild Second-tier Alchemist?

Was this a story made up by some storyteller?

It was too unreal!

Manager Liu steadied his emotions slightly and asked with a skeptical attitude, "Alchemist Chen, is what you say true?"

"Absolutely true."

Chen An raised his middle finger at Manager Liu, and with a thought, condensed a wisp of Pill Fire at his fingertip.

The heart of the flame was deep red, and the outer flame was light purple.

It looked like the scorching sun high in the nine heavens, exceptionally bright.

This was the unique Pill Fire of a Second-tier Alchemist.

Manager Liu held his breath, and the look he cast toward Chen An again was filled with awe.

Afterward, he resumed a warm expression and said, "Congratulations to Alchemist Chen for your Alchemy Dao breakthrough to the second tier. Alchemist Chen has the bearing of an Alchemist God; one day, your Alchemy Dao will surely break through to the third tier!"

"I accept your kind words, Manager Liu."

Chen An returned a polite smile.

After a few moments of polite, idle chatter.

Manager Liu asked Chen An, "Alchemist Chen, are you looking to apply to join the Treasure Pavilion?"

"Yes."

"To join the Treasure Pavilion, having an Alchemy Dao cultivation at the second tier is only the most basic requirement. There are many other miscellaneous requirements afterward; I wonder if Alchemist Chen has ever learned about them before?"

"No, please enlighten me, Manager Liu."

"I can't enlighten you on that; I am merely an acting manager of one of the branches under the Treasure Pavilion, how would I know so much?"

"Then how should this be handled?"

"The Treasure Pavilion sends an accountant in charge to audit the accounts every half year. This person in charge has the power to provide recommendations. When the time comes, Alchemist Chen just needs to mark the date and come to me."

They only come once every half year?

Hearing this information, Chen An's brows immediately locked together.

He steadied his breath and asked, "Manager Liu, how much longer until the other party comes here to audit the accounts next?"

Manager Liu smiled and said, "Alchemist Chen, you are in luck; the next audit time is in half a month."

Hearing this, Chen An let out a sigh of relief.

If that person in charge couldn't come for another half year, then adding on the application, testing, and so on, he feared a year might not even be enough.

If it took that long, it would have been fine back when the Bamboo Leaf Forest was stable.

But now, on the battlefield, the Bamboo Leaf Gang was being suppressed by the Black Iron Villa the whole time; who knew if the Bamboo Leaf Forest would still exist in a year, or if it would be wiped out by the Black Iron Villa?

After leaving Zhenbao Hang.

Chen An went straight home all the way.

He pushed open the door and walked into the hall.

He saw his three wives and concubines and his daughter all sitting together, reciting poetry and composing couplets.

This was a family poetry gathering, organized by his little beloved wife who was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and who knew the Four Books and Five Classics by heart; the few of them were having a great time.

Chen An listened for a while and felt the level was average, far inferior to him, a literary plagiarist.

However, there was a highlight.

That was the poem composed by his daughter, Chen Yuejian.

There is a bird in the sky;

There is a worm on the ground.

The bird swoops down;

The worm goes to reincarnation.

Chen An was full of amazement after hearing it; she could compose poetry at just over a year old—my daughter has the bearing of a Poetry Immortal!

Seeing that Chen An had been watching from the sidelines the whole time, Song Huaying couldn't help but go up, hold his arm, and shake it while acting spoiled, wanting him to participate and show off a few skills.

Chen An wouldn't be Chen An if he didn't take advantage of such an opportunity to show off that was delivered to his doorstep.

Relying on the poems he had memorized by heart during his nine years of compulsory education in his past life, he delivered a dimensional strike to his three wives and concubines, successfully winning their admiration.

In the blink of an eye.

Nearly ten days passed.

The day for the Treasure Pavilion to send someone to audit the accounts drew closer.

This day.

Chen An had just finished refining pills in the Alchemy Room when his little beloved wife's voice rang out from outside.

"Husband, Ying has encountered problems she doesn't understand in her cultivation; may she come in to ask for your guidance now?"

"You may, come in."

"Creak—"

His little beloved wife gently pushed the door and entered, holding a copy of "Health Preservation Technique," and sat down prettily beside Chen An.

She opened it to a page, pointed to a movement in the illustration, and said, "Husband, the person in this picture has almost spread their legs and pressed them down into a split; I can't press down at all, and it feels very painful."

Chen An glanced at the illustration and discovered it was just a split; in his past life, anyone who danced could do it.

"Come, Ying, come over here; your husband will teach you how to do it."

"I'll trouble you, Husband."

"Just like this, find a place about as high as your waist, put your leg up on it, and press down to stretch. Do this every morning, noon, and night. Once the ligaments below your joints are completely loosened, you will be able to perform this movement."

"Husband, what are ligaments?"

Hearing an unfamiliar term, Song Huaying could not help but feel curious.

Chen An did not find her annoying and patiently explained to her: "Ligaments are important soft tissues that maintain the stability of human joints, and they are also one of the important components of the human skeletal and muscular system."

After hearing this, Song Huaying became even more curious, and with her beautiful eyes shimmering, she asked: "Husband, what is soft tissue? What is the muscular system?"

Chen An began to get annoyed, pinched her little mouth that kept asking questions, and said: "You, why do you keep asking? Hurry up and do as I just said, lift your leg and put it up there to press down and stretch."

"Husband, Ying's leg has grown a bit chubby and is very heavy; I can't lift it. Could you help me lift it, please?"

As Song Huaying said this, she pulled up the hem of her skirt on the right side a little, revealing a snow-white, well-proportioned, and slender jade leg, pretending to be distressed as she seduced him.

His little wife is getting better and better at seducing people...

Chen An sighed inwardly, then, as his little wife wished, he lifted her right leg and gently placed it on a low medicine cabinet in front of him.

"Ying, how does it feel?"

"I don't really feel anything."

"Come, move forward a little, I will help you adjust your posture."

"Husband, it hurts!"

"Pain is normal. You haven't loosened up at all yet. It will be fine once you do it more often in the future."

While helping his little wife adjust the downward-pressing posture of her jade leg, Chen An explained to her in a gentle voice.

During this time, Chen An discovered that his little wife's legs were indeed a bit chubbier than before.

But they were not too chubby; rather, they were just right.

In the past, his little wife's legs looked a bit excessively thin.

To use words from his past life, they were a pair of chopstick legs.

They only looked good to the eye, but felt like nothing to the touch; they were a bit like eye candy that wasn't very useful.

But now that they were slightly chubbier, they looked fuller than before, felt more fleshy to the touch, and were extremely alluring.

"Husband, don't press anymore, it hurts so much."

"It's fine, you'll adapt if you press for a while longer."

"Ying can't do it..."

"If you can't do it, then you'll get... hmm, you'll get a spanking."

"Husband, Ying wants to get a spanking."

Song Huaying looked at Chen An with blurred, beautiful eyes and a look that begged for discipline, her voice soft and sweet as she exhaled like an orchid.

Chen An felt his heart itch from what she said, and he could only choose to satisfy her request for discipline.

In an instant, a crisp and loud slapping sound echoed through the Alchemy Room.

In the blink of an eye.

Five days passed.

This day was the day the Treasure Pavilion sent people to the Zhenbao Hang to audit the accounts.

Chen An got up before dawn, ate a little something to pad his stomach, and set off for the Market to sit at the Zhenbao Hang and wait for the people from the Treasure Pavilion to arrive for the audit.

On the road, many early-rising cultivators were coming and going.

While passing through North Lane, he saw several cultivators gathered together chatting.

"Have you heard? A god-like person recently appeared in the Bamboo Leaf Forest. With just one person and one sword, they raised the security of the entire Bamboo Leaf Forest to a level never seen before in just a few short days. They are much more capable than the patrol teams of the Bamboo Leaf Gang."

"Heh, those grandsons from the Bamboo Leaf Gang now have to take a detour when they see that god-like person, fearing they might be cut down by them. After all, the biggest bandits in the Bamboo Leaf Forest are that bunch of bastards."

"I heard that the god-like person is a woman, and she is so beautiful that she could put the moon to shame and make the fish sink. She is gorgeous, and I don't know who will have the good fortune to marry her and bring her home as a wife."

"Marry? What a joke! She is a Core Disciple of the Xuanhuang Sect; which man is worthy of marrying her? If you ask me, it would be more likely for a man to marry into her family."

"..."

Listening to these words from the passersby, Chen An couldn't help but marvel that Shen Qingyi was truly a killing god. He felt that if he couldn't get into the Treasure Pavilion, choosing to cling to her thigh might not be a bad path after all.

If nothing else, if he could really cling to Shen Qingyi's thigh, he could at least walk sideways in the Bamboo Leaf Forest.

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