Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

44  Severely Injured

When he arrived at Wen Zhiyun's room, Chen An saw that she had already packed two bags of luggage.

Gu Xinyue persuaded her to stay, but because she was not good with words, it was not persuasive at all.

"Fellow Cultivator Wen, you're living well here. Why do you suddenly want to move away?"

Chen An carried his daughter, Chen Yuejian, and walked unhurriedly to Wen Zhiyun.

Wen Zhiyun didn't even look up when she heard that. She said coldly,

"I have no money to share a house."

"I'll help you pay for it first. You'll pay me back when you have money. It's a special period now. It's normal to be tight on money."

"Cultivation is heaven-defying to begin with. I might die on the way one day. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to collect the rent for me, an itinerant Cultivator who hunts demon beasts for a living?"

"Fellow Cultivator Wen is lucky. Your cultivation path is destined to be smooth-sailing. You won't die halfway."

"If I was really lucky, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state today where I can't even pay the rent."

Wen Zhiyun mocked herself.

As she spoke, she packed all her luggage, carried the three packed bags, and got up to leave the house.

Chen An knew that Wen Zhiyun did not want to leave. She just needed a way out.

However, if he were to persuade her, Wen Zhiyun would most likely gloat and be arrogant for a while.

Hence, he gave Song Huaying, who was good at reading people's expressions, a look.

Song Huaying instantly understood. She immediately hugged her daughter, Chen Yuejian, who was in her husband's arms and quickly walked in front of Wen Zhiyun to stop her.

She said that she couldn't leave Wen Zhiyun. Without Wen Zhiyun, it was difficult for her to take good care of Little Yuejian alone. She said that Little Yuejian really needed her godmother's care.

Wen Zhiyun said in a fit of pique, "Sister Ying'er is not alone. You still have a husband. Your husband is such a capable person. He can definitely take good care of his daughter."

In order to make Wen Zhiyun stay, Song Huaying boldly belittled Chen An and said that Chen An could not compare to Wen Zhiyun in terms of taking care of children.

Hearing these words, Wen Zhiyun felt much better.

She unburdened herself and decided not to leave.

Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue were very happy.

Chen An felt the same, but he did not show it too much.

Wen Zhiyun took Chen Yuejian from Song Huaying's arms.

Then, she looked at Chen An and said to him, "I stayed because of my goddaughter. Don't be too smug."

"Also, regarding the rental fee, I won't give you a single cent less. I'll hand it over to you on time starting next month."

After saying this, Wen Zhiyun carried Chen Yue to the courtyard to play.

She was dissatisfied with Chen An's unwillingness to take the initiative to break through that emotional barrier. She was resentful and did not want to see him for the time being.

Chen An did not care if she was resentful or not, as long as she stayed.

After that day, their relationship gradually returned to the way it once was.

Chen An stopped playing hard to get with Wen Zhiyun.

However, he did not become much more enthusiastic.

It was just that they had returned to their normal interactions in the past.

The only difference was that Wen Zhiyun had often left early and returned late since that day. Sometimes, she would only come back once every few days.

Every time she came back, she looked very tired.

Chen An guessed that she must have gone to earn money.

He was curious about how she earned money.

There were a few times when he knocked on the side and listened, but Wen Zhiyun sensed it and said that he was being nosy.

He had also tried to get his wife and concubine to ask around, but Wen Zhiyun didn't even tell them.

Gradually, he stopped asking.

In the following days.

Other than being intimate with his wife and concubine in the room and cooped up in the alchemy room to refine pills, Chen An spent the rest of his time accompanying his daughter.

Occasionally, he would go to the Treasure Hall to sell medicinal pills. He would chat with Shopkeeper Liu inside and inquire about the recent battle between the Bamboo Leaf Gang and the Black Iron Manor.

In the end, he received bad news.

The Bamboo Leaf Gang was clearly in a slight disadvantageous position and had already begun to fall into an obvious disadvantage.

After hearing this news, Chen An felt a sense of danger. He had to increase his cultivation level as soon as possible.

If he wanted to do this, it was too late to wait for his daughter to grow up.

He still had to start a relationship with Wen Zhiyun.

"I can't argue with her anymore. I have to take the initiative in the future and conquer her as soon as possible."

Chen An thought to himself.

Days passed like this again.

In the blink of an eye, it was time to pay the rent.

On this day.

After dinner, Chen An went into the alchemy room to refine pills.

Just as he was engrossed in refining, Wen Zhiyun's voice suddenly sounded from outside.

"Is it convenient? Come out and get the rent."

Creak—

Chen An opened the door of the alchemy room.

What greeted his eyes was Wen Zhiyun standing outside the door covered in blood. She handed over a rent-free voucher and said,

"This is the rent-free basis of the core area. It can waive a month's rent. It's equivalent to two months of my rent."

Chen An took the rent-free voucher.

He casually took a look and put it aside. His gaze landed on Wen Zhiyun again.

Blood.

She was covered in blood.

It was not the blood of a demon beast.

It was human blood.

But it wasn't Wen Zhiyun's blood.

Chen An looked into Wen Zhiyun's eyes and asked,

"Fellow Cultivator Wen, are you going to kill enemies for the Bamboo Leaf Gang?"

"So what if I am? So what if I'm not? You just need to know that I can pay your rent on time every month."

"Fellow Cultivator Wen…"

On this day.

11:41

Chen An spent the day with his wife and concubine in the room. At night, he stayed in the alchemy "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. I have to take a shower. The smell of blood on me is too strong."

Wen Zhiyun did not give Chen An a chance to persuade her. After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

During this period, as long as Wen Zhiyun went out, she would be covered in blood when she returned.

Once, Chen Yuejian accidentally saw it and thought that she had seen a monster. She was so frightened that she cried.

When Chen An was delivering medicinal pills to the Bamboo Leaf Gang's logistics department, he asked Deacon Hong inside and confirmed that Wen Zhiyun had become a mercenary.

After that, he had advised Wen Zhiyun several times not to go, citing the risks and dangers involved.

However, Wen Zhiyun did not think much of it. She said that she was unscathed every time she came back and was stained with the blood of the Cultivators of the Black Iron Manor.

After half a month, she would be able to obtain a one-month rent-free voucher.

This was easy money for her, so why not?

Seeing Wen Zhiyun's confident expression, Chen An knew that he would not be able to persuade her.

Hence, he asked his wife and concubine to persuade her.

Unfortunately, they still couldn't.

She had been a mercenary more than ten times in a row, and every time, she returned unscathed. This made Wen Zhiyun feel that this was a good job without any capital.

As long as she killed a few Cultivators from the Black Iron Manor, she would be able to earn a rent-free certificate. Why not?

Soon, another half a month passed.

On this day.

Chen An spent the day with his wife and concubine in the room. At night, he stayed in the alchemy room as usual to refine pills.

Just as he finished refining a cauldron of Emotion Severing Pills, his wife, Song Huaying, suddenly sounded very anxious outside the door.

"Husband!"

"Something's wrong, something's wrong!"

"Sister Wen is injured. There's a lot of blood on her chest. She fainted in the front yard!"

Creak—

Chen An immediately pushed the door open and followed his wife, Song Huaying, to the front yard.

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