[Alchemy experience +4] x66 [Name: Song Huaying]

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 1]

[Attribute: A drop of water is returned with a spring of gratitude]

[Emotion: 4 stars (5201/12500)]

The next morning, when it was still light, Chen An sat up from the bed, his eyes falling on the prompt information and attribute panel in front of him.

The experience points increased by 264 points in an instant.

This is so efficient.

If it were on the first day, he would be able to break through from a first-level junior alchemist to a first-level intermediate alchemist on the same day.

The upgrade speed is greatly improved.

At the same time, the words "None" are no longer behind the little wife's cultivation column.

Instead, it became the first level of Qi Refining.

The most important thing is that my little wife doesn’t need to practice at all. She can directly absorb the wood-attributed spiritual energy from the air, refine it into spiritual power and store it in her body. She is stronger than many cultivators.

The bloodline of the flower god is truly powerful.

Just a slight revival can transform a mortal into a stronger person than an ordinary cultivator.

Chen An thought to himself, and his eyes quickly fell on the emotional attribute column at the bottom.

It’s already 5201.

The progress bar is almost halfway through.

Far surpassing the other three wives and concubines.

"Ying'er is truly my blessing."

Chen An looked at Song Huaying who was sleeping in his arms, his eyes full of love.

It seems like it’s almost time.

He got up, dressed, and went to the alchemy room to make elixirs to earn money.

This training took the entire morning.

It’s even past dinner time.

During this time, none of his wives or concubines came to call him to eat.

He had told his wives and concubines some time ago that when he was refining the elixir, they should try not to disturb him.

There's no need to come and call me for dinner.

Ever since he achieved foundation building, his demand for food has been greatly reduced, and he no longer needs three meals a day.

Many times, the reason why I sat at the table to eat was simply to take care of Gu Xinyue's feelings.

In the blink of an eye.

More than an hour passed.

Chen An felt that he had almost finished his training.

Just push the door open and walk out.

He planned to go to the room to practice with his wives and concubines.

As soon as I went out, I met my eldest daughter Chen Yuejian walking in from the yard outside.

As soon as Chen Yue saw her father, she immediately trotted over to him, opened her arms and hugged his thighs, raised her little face slightly and said with a smile: "Daddy, I just finished practicing drawing Qi into the body, can you play with me for a while?"

"Okay, Daddy will play with you."

Chen An stroked his eldest daughter's head with a loving face. Seeing that she was almost as tall as his waist, he couldn't help but sigh that time passed so quickly.

The image of my eldest daughter as a tiny child seems to have only happened yesterday.

And now, it's almost as high as my waist.

I really wish time could go slower.

My daughter can grow up more slowly.

It has always been my own little cotton-padded jacket.

Chen An thought a little sadly, and was soon taken to the yard outside by his eldest daughter.

"Daddy, I want to fly with a sword!"

Chen Yuejian's eyes lit up, and she looked at Chen An with a pair of lovely big, Caroline eyes, her face full of excitement and anticipation.

Chen An smiled and thought that his eldest daughter really liked flying with a sword.

I never get tired of flying.

I wish I could float in the sky for twelve hours a day.

I don't know if there is a trace of bird blood dormant in my body.

For example, Phoenix, Golden Crow, etc.

"Come on, come up and hold daddy's legs."

Chen An took out the Flying Boat Sword and stepped on it first, then let his eldest daughter come up by herself.

Although Chen Yuejian is only three years old now, his physical fitness is no weaker than that of a child over ten years old. He jumped onto the Feizhou Sword easily and skillfully held his father's thighs with his arms.

This extraordinary physical fitness is the result of her daily unremitting practice of drawing Qi into the body.

After seeing his eldest daughter stand firmly, Chen An quickly took her into the sky.

During the flight, Chen Yuejian looked like a curious baby and asked many questions.

"Dad, when can I fly on my own sword?"

"Xiao Yuejian is so smart. As long as she practices more when she grows up, she will be able to learn to fly with a sword soon."

"When will you grow up?"

"Probably the same age as your mother is now, around twenty years old."

"Daddy, why can't mom fly with a sword?"

"Because mother has been taking care of you, she has no time to learn how to fly with a sword, so I can't do it."

"ah?"

Chen Yue saw the little face change, and then she said with a little guilt: "My mother is so pitiful. When I grow up and learn to fly with a sword, I will take my mother flying every day."

Chen An smiled and said, "My little Yuejian is really filial. When daddy gets old and can't fly anymore, I'll let you take him flying."

"Okay, okay, then we'll take Mother, Mother Gu, Mother Wen, and Sister Shen along too!"

Chen Yuejian said with a face full of longing.

About a quarter of an hour later.

The sword flight is over.

Chen Yuejian stayed in the yard to practice drawing qi into the body.

Chen An went back into the house.

He walked to Wen Zhiyun's door and stopped, and asked softly, "Yun'er, can your husband come in?"

"Well, come in."

Wen Zhiyun's lazy voice came from the room, and it sounded like she had just woken up.

Chen An pushed open the door and walked in, and saw Wen Zhiyun sitting by the bed feeding her daughter.

He walked over and sat down, his eyes falling on his daughter.

Then, his whole face was suddenly filled with surprise.

What's happening?!

Is this my second daughter? Wasn't she just a little bit bigger yesterday? How come she has grown so much bigger just overnight? Chen An was shocked when he saw his second daughter in Wen Zhiyun's arms.

Wen Zhiyun knew that he was shocked, because she was also shocked when she woke up this morning, but now she just rolled her eyes at him habitually and said unhappily, "What's the fuss? She's your own daughter, don't you know it yourself?"

"I have a special physique. I was born with abundant Qi and blood. Isn't that why I grow so fast?"

Chen An still felt incredible and said, "But isn't this growing too fast?"

As he said this, he stretched out a finger for his second daughter to hold, wanting to see how strong she was.

The next moment, a force several times more powerful than that of the eldest daughter Chen Yuejian came from the fingers.

The strength is so huge! Chen An was extremely shocked. He was so strong just after being born. What would he be like when he grows up? Not to mention when he grows up, he would be incredible if he was only three or four years old.

When the time comes, I will punch my mother and kick my father, one punch for each kid.

"Everyone, come out!"

"I have something important to announce to you!"

Suddenly, a notification from senior management came from the alley outside the house.

Hearing this, Chen An said to Wen Zhiyun, "I'll go out and take a look."

"Well, come back early."

Wen Zhiyun's voice became much softer, without the sharpness just now.

Chen An kissed her on the face, turned around and left the room.

When passing through the hall, he saw Shen Qingyi also walking out of the house.

So, the two of them walked out to the alley outside to see what the senior official wanted to announce.

Come outside.

Both sides of the alley were filled with residents.

The senior manager stood in the middle of the alley. Seeing that most of the residents had come out, he used his spiritual power to announce loudly:

"Chihuo Gang leader, Zhou Tianyi, Gang leader Zhou!"

"Start your effort to reach the middle stage of the Golden Core from today!"

"Once successful, the public security in Baicao Lane will be raised to a higher level, and you will all be able to enjoy the blessings then!"

The residents looked at each other and thought this was a good thing.

Until the next moment, the senior director spoke again:

"To reach the middle stage of the Golden Core from the Great Perfection of the Early Stage of the Golden Core, a huge amount of resources will be consumed!"

"Therefore, starting from next month, the shelter fee for the residents of Baicao Lane will increase from 2 medium-grade spirit stones per month to 3 medium-grade spirit stones per month!"

"Please let us know!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the residents of the entire South Lane were shocked.

At a glance, all you can see is wailing and anger with soaring blood pressure.

"Damn it, the damn Red Fire Gang is going too far. They already collected enough asylum fees, but now they are increasing them. Do they want people to live?"

"That's right! We were living well in Baicao Lane, why did the Red Fire Gang want to disturb our lives!"

"Since the Red Fire Gang won't let us live, then let's not live any more!"

As they spoke, many residents rushed out and wanted to beat up the senior managers to vent their dissatisfaction.

However, can the gap between the Qi Refining Stage and the Foundation Building Stage be made up by quantity?

Before these Qi Refining residents had a chance to get close to the senior manager, they were blown away by the spiritual pressure released by the senior manager. They fell to the ground in all directions, screaming in pain.

"Oh, a bunch of useless things."

The senior manager cursed with disdain, and then shouted loudly: "Those who can't pay the asylum fee next month, come to Samadhi Tower to work as coolies, otherwise I will drive you out of Baicao Lane!"

The residents dared not speak out.

Seeing that the residents were unhappy with him but could do nothing about it, the senior manager felt relieved.

He walked to the spiritual fruit stand in front, came to the widow, held her smooth jade hand, and said as he touched her: "Boss lady, I know it's hard for you to live alone. In the future, you can serve me well and I will help you pay the shelter fee. How about it?"

The widow was unwilling, but she didn't dare to refuse. The slap she received in front of her door last time left her with a deep psychological trauma.

He was afraid that if he refused now, he would be beaten by the senior management later.

At this moment, a male cultivator who had a crush on the widow could no longer bear it and stood up to accuse her:

“Gao Xiaowen, you were also a resident of South Lane back then. Now that you have achieved Foundation Building and joined the Red Fire Gang, you turn around and bully your neighbors. Are you still a human being?!”

"conscience?"

The senior manager raised his eyebrows, looked at the male cultivator with amusement and asked, "I was able to achieve foundation building through my own efforts. Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Because I was ugly, I was often laughed at in Baicao Lane. How dare you blame me now?"

"People like you should just die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Director Gao casually created a ball of pitch-black flame and threw it at the male cultivator.

Then, accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, the male cultivator who had just been blaming the senior official was quickly turned into debris on the ground, deader than dead.

Seeing this scene, the other residents of South Lane were frightened and broke out in cold sweats.

Everyone was silent.

Didn't dare to speak again.

This person in charge can kill people at will, and they are all afraid of him.

The senior manager ignored the residents around him, turned around and looked at the widow and said, "Madam, what do you think of my suggestion just now?"

“I…I…”

The widow was struggling internally, wanting to obey the boss, but she just couldn't accept his ugly face that made her want to vomit.

Just when the widow was about to bite her teeth and agree, the senior manager kicked her away with a "bang" and said ruthlessly: "Since you are so reluctant, then get out."

After saying that, the senior manager turned and walked towards a house in front.

He saw a familiar face at the door of the house. It was a female cultivator he liked in South Lane back then.

This female nun is now a married woman. She is standing in front of the door with her husband, silently watching everything that is happening in the alley.

Seeing the senior manager walking towards their house, the couple's faces suddenly changed.

Soon, the senior manager walked up to the female cultivator and stopped. He smiled harmlessly and said, "Fellow Daoist Wang, I didn't expect you still live in South Lane. Do you remember me?"

“Remember… remember.”

The female cultivator spoke haltingly and was very nervous and scared.

Looking at the white moonlight in front of him, the senior official didn't waste any words and went straight to the point: "Fellow Daoist Wang, come to Samadhi Tower to see me five times a month in the future. I will pay for your family's shelter."

The female cultivator refused with trembling lips: "No, no need, my family can afford it..."

When the husband heard this, he immediately glared at the female cultivator fiercely, then looked at the steward with a smile on his face and said, "Thank you, steward, thank you, steward, don't worry, from now on, whenever you need me, I will wash her clean and send her to Samadhi Tower to serve you well!"

As a talisman maker, he does not lack the protection fee of three medium-grade spirit stones per month.

But when he thought of the scene where Guan Shishi had just killed someone without blinking an eye, he felt scared, fearing that he would follow in the footsteps of that fellow Taoist who had turned into a pile of debris.

"Yes, you are very considerate. Wash your wife and send her to Samadhi Tower tonight, and you won't have to pay the shelter fee next month."

After saying this, the senior manager smiled and patted the talisman maker on the shoulder, then turned around and flew away on his sword.

After the high official flew away, the female cultivator said reluctantly: "Husband, I don't want to accompany that..."

“…Pah!”

Before the nun could finish her words, she was slapped hard by her husband.

Her husband, a talisman maker, glared at her and said, "What's wrong with giving him a few days of fun every month? Do you have to piss him off so that I can be buried with you? Do you see the pile of debris on the ground? Do you want me to become like that too?!"

The female cultivator looked at the pile of wreckage on the ground, her face full of despair. She was forced to accept the fact that she would be manipulated by the senior management in the future.

Many residents saw this scene and couldn't help but sigh out loud.

"Alas, I don't know what to do with three medium-grade spirit stones per month."

"The Red Fire Gang is really inhuman. They just want to squeeze out low-level independent cultivators like us all the time. If they continue like this, we won't be able to survive."

"Someone come and deal with the debris on the ground. Dig a hole to bury it, and then erect a monument."

"I don't know where the masked female hero has gone. When she was around, these beasts from the Red Fire Gang would be more cautious."

"Now... oh, it's too difficult."

At this moment, residents on both sides of the alley were talking about the masked female hero from some time ago, and they were full of longing for this female hero who saw injustice and helped others.

Unfortunately, the heroine has disappeared now.

In front of the door of House No. 8, South Lane.

Chen An looked at the beautiful female cultivator in front of him with a face full of despair and shook his head, thinking that this world is really a fickle place.

Then, he looked at Shen Qingyi who was standing beside him and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Shen, let's go back to the house."

Shen Qingyi didn't say a word. She just looked up at the direction where Gao Shizhi had just flown away. Her right hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword at her waist. The veins on the back of her hand bulged and the hilt was deformed due to her grip.

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