Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

Chapter 120 - 120: Shen Qingyi Is Angry

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Thinking of this, Chen An couldn’t help but look at Shen Qingyi, who was sitting under the tree and chatting with Gu Xinyue. He suddenly felt a little strange.

Shen Qingyi was already 55 years old. According to the culture of early childbirth in this era, she was already at the age where she could be Wen Zhiyun’s mother.

But now, Song Huaying, who was not even 20 years old, Wen Zhiyun, who was not even 40 years old, and Shen Qingyi, who was 55 years old, usually addressed each other as sisters. This was really too strange.

“There’s nothing bad about the cultivation world. It’s just that there’s one good thing. No matter how old a woman is, as long as she’s a Cultivator, her appearance can always be maintained as she was when she was young.”

Chen An sighed silently in his heart.

Unknowingly, another half a month had passed.

This morning, Wen Zhiyun was really anxious.

She sat by the bed in her room and asked Chen An with a very worried expression, “Husband, I’ve been pregnant for ten and a half months. Why isn’t there any movement from the child?”

“Quickly use your divine consciousness to help me investigate again!”

“Alright, 1’11 check again.”

As Chen An spoke, he spread out his divine consciousness and seeped into Wen Zhiyun’s stomach to investigate the child in her stomach.

After investigating, the result was the same as before.

There was nothing wrong with the child, it was very healthy.

However, for some reason, there was no sign of labor. This was too strange.

“Husband, what’s the outcome?”

Wen Zhiyun asked anxiously.

Chen An smiled and comforted her. “It’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with the child. Yun’er, you don’t have to worry too much. Just wait for a few more days and let nature take its course. The child will be born soon.”

“I hope so.”

Wen Zhiyun looked at her big belly and frowned. She was extremely worried.

This time, it was the same as last month.

The voice of the leader of the Crimson Fire Gang sounded from the Samadhi Tower.

His voice was extremely penetrating, spreading throughout the entire Hundred Herbs Alley like ripples in water.

“All residents of Hundred Herbs Alley, the one-month deadline has arrived. Please feel free to prepare the protection fee and sit at home to wait. Soon, a steward will come to collect it!”

Chen An ignored the voice.

Seeing Wen Zhiyun’s worried face, he decided to ease her worries.

About an hour later.

[Fire-type Spiritual Root Aptitude +3] x5

Chen An sat with his back against the head of the bed. He lowered his head and looked at Wen Zhiyun, who was nestled in his arms. He asked her gently, “Yun’er, are you feeling better?”

“Yes, much better.”

Wen Zhiyun’s face was still slightly red.

Chen An kissed her and said slowly, “The person in charge of collecting money from the Crimson Fire Gang should be here soon. I’ll go out for a while. Rest well in your room.”

With that, he quickly put on his clothes and got out of bed. He went to the courtyard outside.

As soon as he arrived, Steward Gao’s voice sounded outside the courtyard.

“Alchemist Chen, come out and pay!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen An opened the door of the courtyard with a creak and handed over the two mid-grade spirit stones he had prepared. He smiled kindly and said, “Steward Gao, long time no see.”

“It’s fine. We can see each other every month from now on.”

Steward Gao was no longer as enthusiastic as last month. He took the spirit stones and left after saying this.

Chen An looked at the other party’s back view and could not help but frown slightly.

Steward Gao seemed to have a big appetite and was insatiable.

Last month, he gave him a bottle of Small Reversion Pills and welcomed him with a smile.

He didn’t give any this month, so his expression was cold. It was a little difficult to deal with.

“Alchemist Chen, what’s wrong?”

Shen Qingyi had walked out of the house at some point. When she saw Chen An frowning slightly, she could not help but ask.

Chen An did not want to say anything more to Shen Qingyi, who hated evil. He did not want her to pull out her sword again, so he only said calmly, “Nothing.”

Seeing that Chen An did not want to say anything, Shen Qingyi did not probe further.

She stood silently with Chen An and watched the scene of Steward Gao collecting money from door to door on the alley.

At this moment, Steward Gao received the protection fee and received it in front of a widow’s house.

This widow lived not far from the Chen An family, only one to two hundred meters away.

She was quite beautiful and had no children.

She relied on selling spiritual fruits to make a living, and their economic situation was not that good.

The monthly protection fee of two medium-grade spirit stones was a little stressful for her.

Now, she relied on her savings to survive.

One day, once her savings were used up, she would not be able to pay the protection fee.

Therefore, from the day the Crimson Fire Gang announced that they would be stationed in Hundred Herb Alley, this widow had already started to find a good husband for herself.

The reason why she was still single now was purely because her standards were too high and she looked down on Qi Refinement Cultivators.

She didn’t even want Foundation Establishment Cultivators who weren’t handsome enough.

She was very picky.

During this period, she had tried to seduce Chen An, but unfortunately, Chen An was not interested in widows. In the end, she left it at that.

In front of the widow’s house, Steward Gao walked to the stall that the widow had placed at the door. His gaze swept across it and finally landed on the spirit grape in front of the widow.

“Madam, are your grapes sweet?”

“Sweet, my grapes are very sweet!” The widow said warmly.

Steward Gao shook his head. “Forget it then. I prefer sour ones.”

“I see. Then Steward Gao, take a look at the other spiritual fruits and see if any suit your taste?”

The widow said warmly.

Soon, Steward Gao looked at the spiritual peach behind her and said,

“Madam, are your peaches sweet?”

“Sour. My peaches are sour. Steward Gao, do you want to buy some back to try?”

Steward Gao shook his head again and said, “No, I like to eat sweet peaches.”

“Ha… Haha, Steward Gao, your taste is really a little different.”

The widow forced a smile and said warmly.

At this moment, Steward Gao pointed at the spirit loquats below the widow and said, “Lady Boss, are your loquats sweet?”

This time, the widow had learned her lesson. She didn’t say that it was sweet or sour. Instead, she asked, “Steward Gao, my loquats have both sour and sweet ones. I wonder which flavor of loquat does Steward Gao like?”

“No, I was just asking. I don’t like loquats.”

“Then may I ask, Steward Gao, what flavor of spiritual fruit do you like to eat?”

The widow endured as best she could and asked with her usual enthusiasm.

Steward Gao smiled and grabbed the widow’s smooth hand. He asked meaningfully, “1 like to eat a spiritual fruit called the Widow. 1 wonder if the Lady Boss sells it here?”

“Steward Gao, please respect yourself.”

The widow pulled her hand back and took a few steps back. She really minded Steward Gao touching her hand.

Steward Gao was so ugly that she was disgusted.

Seeing the disdainful expression on the widow’s face, Steward Gao was hit in the sore spot. He flew into a rage out of humiliation and raised his hand to slap the widow.

Pah!

“B*tch, was I not polite?”

“I want to talk to you nicely. You’re pretending here with me. Do 1 have to resort to violence?”

Steward Gao said with a fierce expression.

The widow had been slapped very hard. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She was trembling with fear and did not dare to speak.

Not far away, Chen An saw this scene and could not help but shake his head, lamenting the harshness of the world.

The widow was very pitiful, but he had no intention of being nosy.

He was the head of the family and had his wives and daughter to take care of.

He could only stand by and do nothing when such a thing happened.

Saving a damsel in distress was no longer suitable for him.

“Fellow Cultivator Shen, let’s go back to the house.”

Chen An said to Shen Qingyi, who was beside him.

However, just as he finished speaking, a “clank” suddenly came from beside him!

This was the sound of a sword being unsheathed!

Shen Qingyi couldn’t take it anymore.. She pulled out the sword at her waist and charged towards Steward Gao, who was a hundred meters away with a buzz!