Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

In less than half a day, Chen An had finished refining all the medicinal herbs in the alchemy room.

If this was in the past, it would take at least two to three days to complete.

Now, not only had the efficiency increased, but the success rate had also increased greatly.

It was more than three times more than before.

In the past, he could only earn one low-grade spirit stone a month. Now, he could earn more than three a month.

"The rent problem is finally resolved."

A long-lost smile appeared on Chen An's face, and he felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

At this moment, his wife's voice came from outside the door.

"Husband, I've already heated the water for bathing. Please let me know when you're done so that I can serve you personally."

"I'm done!"

Chen An couldn't care less about tidying up the messy alchemy room. He immediately got up, pushed open the door, and walked out. He picked up his little wife outside the door and walked into the room, wanting to take a lovers' bath together.

After the time for an incense stick to burn.

[You have an in-depth exchange with your wife, Song Huaying. Work hard to spread your roots. Alchemy experience +1.]

[Wife: Song Huaying]

[Attribute: The gratitude of a drop of water will be repaid with a spring]

[Emotion: 1 star (69/100)]

[Provided Alchemy Experience: 99]

"The Relationship level is not far from 2 stars."

Chen An was slightly excited. Then, he continued to be a bootlicker to his wife. He wanted to suck up to her in various ways and improve their relationship as much as possible.

…

Time flew by.

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

Steward Zhang arrived on time as usual and went door to door to collect the rent.

Each family is now charged 2 low-grade spirit stones.

For the low-level Cultivators in the cheaper district, two low-grade spirit stones were too much.

Many people looked like they had nothing to live for.

A few of them couldn't pay the rent and were expelled from the Bamboo Leaf Forest by Steward Zhang, whose cultivation was at the advanced stage of Qi Refining. When they left, their backs were very down and out.

When the remaining people saw this, they immediately felt immense pressure and were extremely anxious.

Many ascetics who originally liked to stay at home had no choice but to team up with others and hunt Blood Demons outside the forest to earn next month's rent.

Compared to these Cultivators, Chen An, who was an Alchemist, led a much better life.

It was even better than before the rent increase.

This was because many Cultivators were forced to go out to hunt Blood Demons to earn money. It was inevitable that they would be injured during the hunt, causing the price of medicinal pills to soar continuously. It was more than several times higher than before.

After all, in the cultivation world, there was no such thing as market regulation.

He could increase it however he wanted. Take it or leave it.

Chen An benefited a lot from this huge increase in the price of medicinal pills.

In less than half a month, he had earned 78 low-grade spirit stones.

His income had increased by leaps and bounds.

After paying the rent to Steward Zhang.

Chen An returned to the house and continued to communicate with his wife in depth to improve their relationship.

Compared to when she first married, the current Song Huaying appeared much more mature and charming. When they were having fun, she was often very proactive, making it difficult for others to resist.

However, Chen An didn't feel troubled. Instead, he liked and was even more infatuated with his little wife.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Alchemist Chen, are you home?"

"I want to buy medicinal pills!"

Chen An was intimate with his wife on the bed when there was a knock on the door and a very anxious shout.

He was already used to such loud shouts recently.

He didn't need to look to know that it was most likely those Cultivators who were going to hunt Blood Demons who came to buy medicinal pills.

After all, injuries were inevitable during the hunt.

At this moment, pills were very important.

Basically, as soon as it was refined, it was immediately swept away.

Many people wanted to buy, but they could only be forced to find an Alchemist's house who can refine it on the spot.

If the buyer wanted to buy any pills, he would bring the materials needed to refine these pills and ask the Alchemist to help refine them.

When he was done, he would pay a processing fee. ｂ𝚎ｄｎ𝚘ｖ𝚎ｌ.𝚌𝚘ｍ

However, because this was a special period, this processing fee was not cheap.

Chen An reluctantly got up from his wife's body and quickly put on his clothes and got out of bed.

He walked to the window beside the door and stopped, started talking business with the Cultivators standing outside.

After some communication.

The two sides quickly reached an agreement.

It would take at least four hours to refine these pills.

The processing fee was as high as 5 low-grade spirit stones.

This price was very affordable and was much cheaper than other Alchemists.

Chen An liked to make small profits and sell a lot.

Yes, that was what he said, but in fact, he was more afraid that he would offend others if he took advantage of the situation too ruthlessly.

After all, this was not a society governed by law. If one did not like someone, they could screw them at any time.

The more people he offended, the faster he would die.

There was no need to put himself in a situation where the entire world was his enemy just to earn this wave of money.

Otherwise, he might not be able to spend the money he earned.

…

Four hours later.

Chen An finished refining the medicinal pill.

He came out of the alchemy room and asked the Cultivators outside the window to throw the five spirit stones into the room first.

After confirming that there were no mistakes, he handed the refined medicinal pill to the other party with a bamboo pole.

During this period, he maintained a distance at all times.

He would never approach the other party.

After all, as an Alchemist, he had earned a lot during this period of time.

It would definitely make many people jealous.

For the sake of his own safety, while he did not have the intention to harm others, he still had to be wary of others.

In short, one should not overestimate human nature.

"When I earn enough money one day, I'll move to the inner core area."

Chen An thought to himself.

At this moment, his wife's soft voice came from the room.

"Husband, are you done?"

"Alright, I'm coming!"

Chen An responded and walked quickly into the room with a helpless expression.

…

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Not long after he returned to his room, Chen An heard another knock on the door.

To be honest, it was a little annoying, but he still skillfully put on his clothes and left the room.

After all, he was in a rare period of making money. He had to seize this opportunity to make a fortune.

Being able to earn money was more important than anything else.

When he came to the window beside the door, Chen An picked up a bamboo pole and lifted the curtain of the window from afar.

The next second, he saw the elderly gambling dog Cultivator who lived next door.

"Fellow Cultivator Chen, it's an emergency. Lend me 20 low-grade spirit stones. I'll give you 70% when I win!"

The elderly Cultivator's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little crazy. He was probably anxious from gambling.

Chen An directly refused. "I don't have money!"

After saying that, he closed the curtains and ignored the elderly Cultivator outside the window.

In the past, he had rejected him tactfully. This elderly Cultivator felt that there was hope and came to harass him at the drop of a hat.

Now, he decisively refused, hoping that he could give up on this elderly Cultivator's desire to borrow money again.

"Fellow Cultivator Chen, why are you so selfish and short-sighted?!"

"You disappoint me!"

"You're destined to be a stinky Alchemist for the rest of your life!"

The elderly Cultivator was furious that he could not borrow any spirit stones. He cursed angrily.

He looked crazy.

Fortunately, he did not scold for long before someone stopped him.

"Fellow Cultivator Wang, are you short of money?"

"If that's the case, come out with us to hunt Blood Demons."

"I won't say that I'm rich, but I have more than enough to pay the monthly rent."

"Coming?"

"Let me do it! Let me do it! Let me do it!"

The elderly Cultivator eagerly agreed.

To have someone take a fancy to an old, weak, and disabled Cultivator like him as a teammate was simply what he could not ask for.

He had to seize this opportunity.

When Chen An, who was in the room, heard the conversation outside, he felt that something was wrong.

Would anyone really be willing to team up with the elderly Cultivator to hunt Blood Demons?

Wasn't he afraid that he would be a burden?

Or was it because they pitied him and wanted to help him?

Although Chen An was puzzled, he did not dwell on it too much. He quickly turned around and walked into the room, continuing to be intimate with his little wife on the bed.

It had nothing to do with him.

This was the basic survival requirement in this place where demons were everywhere, ghosts were as numerous as dogs, and people's hearts were sinister.