Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

45  Being Honest

When Chen An hurried to the front yard, Gu Xinyue was busy treating Wen Zhiyun's injuries with medicinal pills and stopping the bleeding in her chest.

Wen Zhiyun was seriously injured. There was a bone-deep wound near her chest.

It was a knife wound caused by a machete.

It was bleeding profusely.

Without a doubt, Wen Zhiyun was injured by the Cultivators of the Black Iron Manor on the battlefield.

Chen An did not say anything. He went forward and picked her up from the ground. He quickly rushed to the alchemy room to get the Revitalization Pill to treat her injuries.

His wife and concubine hurriedly followed to help.

As soon as he entered the alchemy room, Chen An immediately took out the Revitalization Pill and stuffed it into Wen Zhiyun's mouth.

Wen Zhiyun was unconscious and could not swallow.

Fortunately, the pill was a Grade 2 medicinal pill. It could melt in the mouth and automatically turn into wisps of warm current that surged into the body to treat the injured's internal and external injuries.

Under the nourishment of the pill, the wound on Wen Zhiyun's chest stopped bleeding. Her pale face was recovering color at a visible speed.

"Ying'er, help me get a wet cloth soaked in warm water."

"Yue'er, help me get the bottle of Healing Pills from the cabinet in the corner."

"…"

As Chen An treated Wen Zhiyun's wound, he instructed his wife and concubine to help.

As the few of them walked back and forth, Wen Zhiyun gradually regained some consciousness.

She saw Chen An, who was carefully treating her wound, and Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue, who were worried on both sides. She was very glad that she was still alive.

"Sister Wen, are you feeling alright?"

"Sister Wen, I'll get you a glass of warm water."

Seeing Wen Zhiyun slowly open her eyes and wake up, Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue were very concerned about her.

Chen An picked up the needle and thread at the side and the medicinal paste that he had spent some time preparing. He looked at her and said,

"I'm going to stitch up and bandage your wound. During the process, I might need to take off some of your upper body clothes so that it's easier for me to deal with it."

With that, Chen An reached out to untie the clothes on Wen Zhiyun's chest so that the wound was completely exposed, making it easier for him to stitch and bandage it.

Wen Zhiyun was very stubborn and refused to let Chen An unbutton her clothes. Her eyes were slightly red as she said,

"What's our relationship? Men and women shouldn't touch each other!"

"If we don't deal with it in time, it will leave a scar in the future."

Chen An said calmly. After saying that, he moved to unbutton Wen Zhiyun's clothes again.

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This time, Wen Zhiyun didn't stop him.

Without a word, she turned her head to the side and did not look at Chen An anymore. She let Chen An remove her hand from her chest and felt Chen An unbuttoning her clothes bit by bit.

Chen An disinfected the silver needles with a candle flame and put on a thin thread. Before starting, he said gently to her,

"If it hurts, let me know."

"…"

Wen Zhiyun did not respond. She just closed her eyes silently and waited for the wound to be stitched up.

Silence meant consent.

Chen An did not say anything else and immediately got to work on Wen Zhiyun's wound.

The entire process went by as gently as possible.

However, it was inevitable that he would still hurt Wen Zhiyun from time to time, making her frown and let out a soft groan.

Soon, Wen Zhiyun's wound was stitched up, but it was not bandaged.

Chen An said, "Fellow Cultivator Wen, the wound has been stitched up. I'll get Ying'er and Yue'er to accompany you to the bathroom later. After washing off the blood on your body, I'll bandage your wound."

"Ok."

Wen Zhiyun responded and didn't say anything else.

She tried to move her legs and realized that she could already move freely. She sat up from the bed alone and got out of bed to wash up.

Seeing this, Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue walked to the sides and followed her. They wanted to help her wash her body so that she wouldn't get water on her wound.

After washing up, Wen Zhiyun returned to her room to rest.

Chen An knocked on her door with the medicinal paste and cloth belt and said,

"Fellow Cultivator Wen, I'm here to bandage your wound."

"…"

There was no response from the room.

But the door was ajar.

"Then I'll come in."

As Chen An spoke, he pushed open the door and walked in unhurriedly, closing the door behind him.

He came to the bed and slowly sat down. He said to Wen Zhiyun, who was lying on her side with her back facing him,

"You have to take off some of your clothes so I can bandage your wound. If you don't mind, let me help you take off your clothes."

"Suit yourself."

Wen Zhiyun's face was already red, but her voice was still pretending to be cold.

Chen An did not say anything else. He reached out and slowly took off her clothes, revealing her smooth, snow-white skin.

As he continued to take it off, more and more of it was revealed, completely revealing the knife wound beside her chest.

Although Wen Zhiyun was already in her thirties, her skin looked very delicate and fair. She was not inferior to Song Huaying, who was not even 20 years old, and Gu Xinyue, who was in her early twenties. She looked very young and lively.

Chen An was not distracted by Wen Zhiyun's smooth skin. He focused on bandaging her wound the entire time.

During the process of bandaging, Chen An asked her how she got injured.

He learned that the Black Iron Manor had sent a Foundation Establishment expert into the arena.

Wen Zhiyun unfortunately came to blows and was injured by the other party.

In front of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, Wen Zhiyun, whose Cultivation was only at the eighth level of Qi Refinement, was completely helpless.

Fortunately, she was good-looking and the Foundation Establishment expert of the Black Iron Manor took a fancy towards her. The other party wanted to abduct her back as his companion instead.

Otherwise, if the blade struck her, she would be cut in half.

In the end, after going through countless hardships, the Foundation Establishment expert of the Bamboo Leaf Gang happened to come and she was lucky to survive.

When he heard this, Chen An had just finished bandaging Wen Zhiyun's wound and put her clothes back on.

Then, he said, "Fellow Cultivator Wen, don't risk your life on the battlefield to earn rent-free certificates in the future."

"What if I can't pay the rent?"

"I'll take care of you."

"…"

The room fell silent.

The atmosphere gradually became subtle.

Chen An didn't argue with her anymore. He lay down on the bed beside her and gently pulled her into his arms. He whispered into her ear, "Fellow Cultivator Wen, I want to become your companion and take good care of you."

Wen Zhiyun couldn't help but tremble slightly when she was suddenly hugged by a man.

She wanted to break free, but in the end, she chose to be hugged by Chen An. She only asked him,

"Your Cultivation is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining. How can you take care of me?"

"In less than a year, or a year at most, I will become a second-grade Alchemist."

Chen An's words were filled with absolute confidence.

Wen Zhiyun stopped talking.

Now, she could no longer find a reason to continue being pretentious.

A second-grade Alchemist was even rarer than a Foundation Establishment expert.

They were existences that the various Foundation Establishment factions and even the Golden Core Sects had to recruit into their ranks.

He had an absolute transcendent status in the cultivation world.

Chen An put his mouth to Wen Zhiyun's ear and asked gently, "Fellow Cultivator Wen, are you willing to be my companion?"

"You're already lying on my bed and holding me in your arms. How else do you want me to show my willingness…"

Wen Zhiyun's voice became softer and softer as she spoke. Her face was already red and hot.

Upon hearing this, Chen An felt a long-lost excitement in his heart.

From tonight onwards, Wen Zhiyun officially became a part of his family and his wife.

"I don't want to listen to Sister Ying'er and Sister Yue'er's voices through a wall tonight."

"I want them to hear my voice…"

Wen Zhiyun suppressed the shame in her heart and said shockingly, unlike her previous abstinence.

Chen An was tempted, but in the end, he calmed down and said, "You've just suffered such a serious injury. You should rest well first. There's no hurry."

"You're not in a hurry, but I am."

"But your injuries…"

"Alchemist Chen, do you have some misunderstanding about the physical strength of a Cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining?"

Wen Zhiyun completely lost her sense of shame and chose to follow her humanly instincts.

Seeing that a virgin like her had already said so much, Chen An knew that he would really be worse than a beast if he continued to be indifferent.

Therefore, he did not think too much about it and chose to obey respectfully.

"Wait, wait a minute… Blow out the candles first."

"Okay."

Chen An followed Wen Zhiyun's instructions and got up to blow out the candle on the bedside table. Then, he lay back down.

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