After leaving the pharmacy, Chen An was not in a hurry to go home.
Instead, he went to a stall that specialized in selling women's accessories and carefully bought the cheapest hairpin.
No matter which world or era it was, there was no woman who didn't like gifts.
This was one of the most powerful ways to improve the relationship between husband and wife.
Carrying the wrapped hairpin, Chen An carried a few bags of medicinal herbs and set off home.
His luck today was not bad. He did not encounter any trouble on the way home and successfully returned home.
"Fellow Cultivator Chen, did you go to the market to buy medicinal herbs to refine pills?"
Chen An was about to push open the door when an elderly man's voice came from the side.
He turned around and realized that it was an elderly Cultivator who lived next door.
His image was sloppy.
There was also an unpleasant sour smell coming from his body.
It was obvious that he had not showered for a long time.
The elderly Cultivator walked over and looked at the medicinal herbs on Chen An's back. He shook his head and said:
"Fellow Cultivator Chen, refining pills is so boring. Even if you work yourself to death for a month, you can only earn one or two low-grade spirit stones at most."
"You might as well go to the gambling den with me. You can easily earn ten to twenty low-grade spirit stones a day."
"It's much faster than refining pills."
Chen An glanced at the tattered clothes on his body and was speechless.
'If gambling dens are so easy to win, why are you still dressed in rags?'
There was really no cure for gamblers!
Chen An thought about this in his heart, but he still said politely, "My luck isn't as good as Fellow Cultivator Wang's. I've been plagued by bad luck since I was young. I'm afraid I'll lose my pants if I enter the casino."
As soon as he heard the word bad luck, the elderly Cultivator immediately took a few steps back, indicating that he wanted to stay away from Chen An.
But soon, he walked forward and said to Chen An,
"Fellow Cultivator Chen, I've been a little tight on money recently. Can you lend me a few low-grade spirit stones?"
"When I win the money, I'll pay you back double!"
Double?
It was more like a meat bun hitting a dog and never returning!
As he thought about this, Chen An tactfully refused. "Fellow Cultivator Wang, you're a little late. I just used all my savings to buy medicinal herbs, and I'm penniless now."
"How about this? Fellow Cultivator Chen, give me all these medicinal herbs and I'll sell them. When I go to the gambling house and win dozens of low-grade spirit stones, I'll give you half of them. How about that?"
"I don't think that'll work."
After saying that, Chen An immediately walked into his room and closed the door. He did not waste any more time with this elder.
When the elderly Cultivator saw this, he immediately cursed angrily. He said that Chen An only knew how to refine pills all day long. He deserved to be so poor!
In his alchemy room.
Chen An poured out all the medicinal herbs on his back and sealed them in a special wooden box.
He thought that he would come in to refine pills after raising his alchemy realm to Intermediate First Level.
He walked out of the alchemy room.
Chen An belatedly realized that the house was clean and spotless.
He knew that this was most likely done by his little wife.
"Husband!"
Song Huaying came out of the room and saw Chen An standing outside. She immediately went up to him happily.
From the conversation between Chen An and Steward Zhang today, she found out about the destruction of Green Stone Village, causing her to completely lose her sense of security in this world. She was worried that Chen An would go out and never return.
Fortunately, Chen An returned safely in the end.
This made her anxious heart relax.
"Ying'er, what happened to your finger?"
Chen An noticed that his wife's left index finger was wrapped in a layer of cloth. He could see some blood seeping out from it, and he could not help but ask with concern.
Feeling her husband's concern, Song Huaying was touched as she explained softly,
"When I was cooking in the kitchen just now, I accidentally cut myself with a knife, but the wound is very shallow. It's fine."
When Chen An heard this, he did not say anything else. He immediately took out a bag of medicinal powder that he carried with him and gently removed the bandage for his wife. He carefully sprinkled some medicinal powder on her.
In the next second, the wound on her index finger healed at a visible speed.
In just a short moment, it recovered to its original state. There were no signs of injuries.
Song Huaying was shocked, thinking to herself, what kind of medicine was this!
Then, she instantly became a little vexed.
"Husband, this kind of immortal medicine must be very precious. It's all my fault for being clumsy and letting you waste such precious medicine."
"I'm an Alchemist. I can refine as much of this medicine as I want. It's not worth much."
Seeing his wife's worried expression, Chen An comforted her.
Hearing Chen An's words, Song Huaying's mood improved a lot. She turned around and said virtuously,
"Husband, I've just cooked a table of food. It's all still warm in the kitchen. Are you hungry? I'll go to the kitchen and bring it over."
"I'm a little hungry. Sorry to trouble you."
Chen An was actually not hungry at all. He just did not want to waste his little wife's kindness.
Very quickly, Song Huaying brought out the dishes.
Chen An sized up the dishes and felt that they looked quite delicious.
Hence, under his wife's gaze, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and tried to eat.
In the end, this meal almost sent him away on the spot!
Heavens, this dish was too disgusting, right?
Even the dogs shook their heads when they smelled this!
Sure enough, he was thinking too much. His wife used to be a rich young lady who did not do any chores. How could she cook well?
She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
"Husband, how does it taste?"
Seeing that her husband was already eating with his chopsticks, Song Huaying couldn't help but ask expectantly.
Chen An thought to himself, "Delicious."
After the meal, he took out the hairpin he had bought in the market and gave it to his little wife. With a gentle expression, he personally put it on for her.
Song Huaying liked this hairpin very much, and her impression of Chen An increased.
[You gave your wife, Song Huaying, an exquisite hairpin. She likes it very much. Couple bond +1.]
…
In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
Song Huaying, who had just become a wife, had already fully recovered.
It was even to the extent that her physique was much stronger than before.
During this period, Chen An had made her a lot of soup to drink, the kind that contained all kinds of expensive medicinal herbs.
"Ying'er, it's late. It's time to go to bed and rest."
"Well …"
Song Huaying's face was shy. She knew what was going to happen next.
For several days in a row.
He opened the interface and took a look.
His alchemy experience had already exceeded 100.
[Name: Chen An]
[Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 3]
[Alchemy Technique: Beginner Level 1 (102/100)]
[Spouse: Song Huaying]
[Progeny: None]
"My proficiency is high enough. I can break through now."
Chen An put away the interface and could not be bothered to be intimate with his wife. He could not wait to go to the alchemy room to break through.
When he arrived at the alchemy room, he skillfully set up the furnace and started a fire.
He randomly picked a basic medicinal pill that was easier to refine and immediately began to refine it, searching for the feeling of a breakthrough.
This breakthrough was unobstructed.
It was done in an instant.
[Alchemy Technique: Intermediate Level 1 (102/500)]
Chen An was only excited for a short while. Soon, he moved to take out all the medicinal herbs in the special wooden box and worked hard to refine pills.
Song Huaying was very virtuous. She knocked on the door and asked if there was anything she could help with.
Because the alchemy room was too stuffy and hot, a mortal's body could not withstand it at all, so Chen An did not let her in to help.
Although she couldn't go in to help, Song Huaying didn't stay idle either. She turned to do other chores in the house.