Chapter 91: 89. Huge Harvest (1/3)

89. Huge Harvest (1/3)

Storage Bag: 1.

High-grade Spirit Stone: 1.

Middle-grade Spirit Stone: 12.

Lower-grade Spirit Stone: 38.

Low-tier Dharma Artifact: 3.

Various Talismans: A number of.

Various medicinal pills: A number of.

Other valuable small items: A number of.

"To think there's even a High-grade Spirit Stone; how much grease has this dog bastard scraped off?"

Chen An took stock of the items in the Storage Bag, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became.

But soon, this shock turned into excitement.

1 High-grade Spirit Stone can be exchanged for 100 Middle-grade Spirit Stones.

And 1 Middle-grade Spirit Stone can be exchanged for 100 Lower-grade Spirit Stones.

So many Spirit Stones!

I'm rich!

Chen An was only excited for a moment before he quickly calmed his mood, rose to his feet, and hurried upstairs to the guest room where his wife and daughter were.

Killing the Manager of the Treasure Pavilion was equivalent to offending the Xuanhuang Sect behind the Treasure Pavilion.

This place could no longer be stayed in.

He had to leave immediately.

Now that he had so many Spirit Stones, he could survive anywhere.

Upstairs.

Guest room.

Chen An pushed open the door with a creak and said to the three wives and concubines inside:

"Zhiyun, Yue, Ying, let's go. We cannot stay in the Bamboo Leaf Forest anymore."

"Husband, what on earth happened?"

Wen Zhiyun could no longer hold back this time and asked with a face full of worry.

Chen An did not hide it either and said truthfully:

"I just killed Manager Li of the Treasure Pavilion. Now that I have thoroughly offended the Treasure Pavilion and the Xuanhuang Sect behind it, we must leave this place to take refuge."

Upon hearing this, the wives and concubines' expressions changed slightly.

Wen Zhiyun calmed her emotions, grabbed Chen An's hand, looked into his eyes, and said:

"Husband, no matter what you do, I will support you."

As a tsundere concubine, although she would often act temperamental with Chen An, at times like this, she would always be sensible enough not to ask for reasons or consequences, supporting her husband unconditionally.

"Husband, Ying is the same as Sister Wen!"

"Husband, Yue is too."

"Daddy, I am the same as Mother and the others too!"

Chen Yuejian was still young and did not understand the conversation between her father and mothers, simply following along.

Seeing his wife and daughter supporting and trusting him without hesitation, Chen An felt very warmed.

But he did not say much more, only saying to his wife and daughter:

"Time is limited, let's leave quickly."

"Okay."

Soon, the family of five left the guest room.

When they arrived downstairs.

Chen An saw Shopkeeper Liu writing an envelope, preparing to send a message by carrier pigeon.

There was no need to even think about it.

This was definitely to report what had just happened here to the Treasure Pavilion.

Chen An took a stride forward, rushed directly in front of Shopkeeper Liu, extended a finger, and with a "swoosh," a wisp of Pill Fire emerged from his fingertip.

Then, he burned the letter paper that Shopkeeper Liu was writing to ashes.

"Alchemist... Alchemist Chen."

Facing Chen An, who had suddenly appeared before him, Shopkeeper Liu was thoroughly terrified.

The scene of Manager Li being beheaded by a sword just moments ago was still vivid in his mind.

He was terrified that Chen An would fly into a rage out of shame and simply hack him to death with a sword.

Chen An did not waste words with him, directly taking out 10 Middle-grade Spirit Stones and slapping them onto the table, saying expressionlessly:

"I am taking some ingredients, medicinal pills, talismans, and various daily necessities; these Spirit Stones should be enough."

"It's... it's enough. Alchemist Chen, please take whatever you like; if it's not enough, I will pay out of my own pocket to cover it."

Shopkeeper Liu dared not say a single word of dissent, fearing that Chen An would hack someone if they disagreed, and was desperate for him to finish taking the items and leave.

Chen An had principles and did not take extra.

He simply took goods worth a total of 10 Middle-grade Spirit Stones at cost price.

Then, he quickly left the Zhenbao Hang with his wife and daughter.

Although Shopkeeper Liu was a person from the Treasure Pavilion and had just been writing a letter to inform the Treasure Pavilion of what had happened in the Zhenbao Hang, one thing was one thing, and another was another; this was his duty, and Chen An would not vent his anger on him.

Watching the backs of Chen An and his family as they gradually moved further away, Manager Liu let out a long sigh of relief.

He had truly been afraid just now that Chen An would take action and kill him.

After calming his emotions slightly.

Manager Liu took out a piece of letter paper again to continue writing to the Treasure Pavilion, intending to inform them of the fact that Manager Li had just been killed.

But halfway through writing, he stopped his brush.

He thought for a moment.

He felt it would be better to write it tonight instead.

"Half a day's time should be enough for Alchemist Chen and his family to get far away."

Manager Liu muttered to himself.

On the other side.

Chen An was currently taking his wives and daughter on a hurried flight.

He specifically chose remote paths to walk.

To avoid being discovered by others.

Because Song Huaying was a mortal and her travel speed was too slow, Chen An directly carried her on his back and sprinted the whole way.

Because Chen Yuejian was still small, she was also carried in Wen Zhiyun's arms while sprinting the whole way.

"The travel speed is still too slow."

"If only I knew some movement techniques, or had mastered Sword Flight."

Chen An thought to himself while sprinting.

Unfortunately, he could only think about it.

After all, in the past thirty-plus years, his life had been destitute, worrying about rent every day; where would he have the money to buy Cultivation Methods or Dharma Spells to study?

As a bottom-tier Qi Refining rogue cultivator, being able to know the most basic Qi Refining Technique was basically about as good as it got.

To want to know various Dharma Spells while in the Qi Refining stage, one would have to be a second-generation immortal or a sect disciple.

Those people who, upon seeing a bottom-tier rogue cultivator who knew no Dharma Spells and had no Dharma Artifacts on their person, would say, "Why are you even cultivating immortality? How is that any different from a martial artist?"

One can only say, why not eat minced meat?

"Once I get rich in the future, I must buy more Dharma Spells to practice and improve my strength."

Chen An thought silently to himself.

More than an hour later.

The family of five was still continuing their flight.

There had not been a single moment of pause during this time.

Thinking of leaving the Bamboo Leaf Forest as soon as possible to avoid any complications from delay.

"Hus... Husband, I can't run anymore."

Gu Xinyue felt her legs were very sore, as heavy as if they had been filled with iron and stone, and she could no longer lift her feet.

Although she was a cultivator, her cultivation was only at the Qi Refining First Layer.

To put it plainly, she was equivalent to a slightly stronger martial artist and had not yet completely transcended the category of mortals.

Once the intensity increased, she would feel as exhausted as a mortal.

Chen An was very considerate of his wives and concubines; seeing that they were truly too tired to run, he stopped and said:

"Everyone sit down and rest for a while; we will continue our journey after we have recovered our strength."

After speaking, he took a pill that helped restore physical strength from his Storage Bag and handed it to Gu Xinyue with a gentle expression, saying:

"Come, Yue, eat this Blood Qi Pill; it can accelerate the recovery of your strength."

"Thank you, Husband."

Gu Xinyue reached out to take the Blood Qi Pill and swallowed it into her belly along with a mouthful of sweet bamboo tube water.

Blood Qi Pills, which were aimed at martial artists, were also very effective for low-level cultivators.

This was because low-level cultivators did not have a high utilization rate of Spirit Power and most of the time had to rely on Blood Qi to act, just like mortals.

During the rest period.

Chen An took out the three low-level Dharma Artifacts from his Storage Bag.

They were all defensive Dharma Artifacts.

Without a second thought, he distributed them to Song Huaying, Gu Xinyue, and his daughter, just as he had done before.

He gave one to each of the three of them.

He did not give one to Wen Zhiyun.

Wen Zhiyun could understand this approach of Chen An's; after all, Song Huaying, Gu Xinyue, and Chen Yuejian were all weaklings without the ability to protect themselves and were in greater need of defensive Dharma Artifacts for protection.

However, even knowing that the logic was sound, she still felt somewhat uncomfortable in her heart.

The first time they were distributed this way, she accepted it.

But the second time they were still distributed this way, even if she did not need these Dharma Artifacts as much, she still felt hurt inside.

Fortunately, Chen An had been prepared for this.

After finishing distributing the defensive Dharma Artifacts to his wives and daughter, he emptied the Storage Bag he had obtained from looting Elder Zhao's corpse, walked up to Wen Zhiyun, and handed it to her, saying:

"Yun, this Storage Bag is for you."

Wen Zhiyun was stunned for a moment, then asked with some confusion: "Husband, don't you need it yourself?"

"I am already using one; you take this one and use it."

"Thank you, Husband!"

Wen Zhiyun took the Storage Bag with a look of joy on her face, holding it in her hands and playing with it, unable to put it down.

The dissatisfaction and imbalance that had just arisen in her heart instantly vanished into thin air.

Compared to those three low-grade Dharma Artifacts, the value of this Storage Bag was much higher.

Like low-grade Dharma Artifacts, any Qi Refining Late Stage cultivator with a bit of savings could afford them.

But as for a Storage Bag, that was a high-end item that only Foundation Establishment powerhouses could afford to use.

Yet now, Wen Zhiyun, whose cultivation was only at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer, could also afford to use one; how could she not be happy?

Seeing Wen Zhiyun unable to put down the Storage Bag in her hands, Chen An also felt genuinely happy.

It is said that poor couples have a hundred sorrows, but having money is different; one can frequently give gifts to wives and concubines, a little surprise every day, making the wives and concubines see only their husband in their eyes.

At this moment, Chen An deeply realized this principle: between husband and wife, there must be affection, and there must also be material substance.

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