Shopkeeper Liu was shocked and looked at Chen An with disbelief in his eyes.

In a place like Zhuye Forest where no one lives, where any Foundation Establishment cultivator can become the king, how could a wild second-level alchemist appear? What kind of storyteller made up this? It's too unreal! Shopkeeper Liu calmed down a little and asked with a skeptical attitude, "Master Chen, is what you said true?"

"Absolutely."

Chen An raised his middle finger towards Manager Liu, and with a thought, a ray of fire condensed on his fingertips.

The center of the fire is deep red, and the outer flame is light purple.

It looks like the scorching sun in the sky, extremely bright.

This is the unique alchemy fire of the second-level alchemist.

Shopkeeper Liu held his breath and looked at Chen An again with eyes full of awe.

Afterwards, he regained his enthusiasm and said, "Congratulations to Master Chen for breaking through the second level of his alchemy. Master Chen has the qualities of an alchemy god. One day he will surely be able to break through to the third level!"

"Thank you for the good words, Manager Liu."

Chen An smiled back politely.

After a few polite chats.

Shopkeeper Liu asked Chen An, "Master Chen, do you want to apply to join the Treasure Pavilion?"

"right."

"To join the Treasure Pavilion, reaching the second level of alchemy is only the most basic requirement. There are many other miscellaneous requirements. I wonder if Master Chen has ever understood them before?"

"No, please tell me clearly, Manager Liu."

"I can't do it, I'm just the acting manager of one of the branches under the Treasure Pavilion, how can I know so much?"

"So how do we do this?"

"The Treasure Pavilion will send a person in charge of accounting to check the accounts every six months. This person in charge has the right to recommend. When the time comes, Master Chen can choose a day to come to my place."

Only once every six months? Upon hearing this information, Chen An's brows furrowed.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Manager Liu, how long will it take for the other party to come here to check the accounts next time?"

Shopkeeper Liu smiled and said, "Master Chen, you are lucky. The next audit will be in half a month."

Hearing this, Chen An breathed a sigh of relief.

If the person in charge takes half a year to come, and then we have to factor in the application and testing, I'm afraid even a year may not be enough.

It takes so long. It would have been easier if it had happened when the bamboo forest was stable.

But now, the Bamboo Leaf Gang was suppressed by the Black Iron Villa throughout the battlefield. Who knows whether the Bamboo Leaf Forest will still be there in a year, and whether it will be destroyed by the Black Iron Villa? After leaving the Treasure Shop.

Chen An went straight back home.

Push open the door and walk into the hall.

I saw my three wives, concubines and daughters sitting together reciting poems and composing couplets.

This was a family poetry reunion, organized by my lovely wife who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and had memorized the Four Books and Five Classics. Everyone had a great time.

After listening for a while, Chen An felt that the level was average, far inferior to that of a plagiarist like him.

But there are also highlights.

That is the poem written by my daughter Chen Yuejian.

There is a bird in the sky; there is a worm on the ground.

Birds swoop down; insects reincarnate.

After hearing this, Chen An was amazed. He said, "My daughter is only one year old and she can compose poems. She has the potential to be a poet!"

Seeing that Chen An was watching the whole time, Song Huaying couldn't help but step forward and take his arm, shaking it coquettishly, asking him to join in and show off his skills.

Chen An would miss this opportunity to show off.

Relying on the poems he had memorized during the nine-year compulsory education, he dealt a dimensionality reduction blow to his three wives and concubines and successfully won their admiration.

In a blink of an eye.

Nearly ten days passed.

The day when the Treasure Pavilion will send people to check the accounts is getting closer.

This day.

Chen An had just finished refining the elixir in the alchemy room when his wife's voice was heard outside.

"Husband, Ying'er has some questions about her cultivation that she doesn't understand. Can I come in and ask for your advice now?"

"Sure. Come in."

“Crack—”

The young wife gently pushed the door open and walked in, holding a book on "Health Preservation Techniques" in her hand. She walked over to Chen An and sat down.

She turned to one of the pages and pointed to an action in the illustration and said, "Husband, the people in this picture are almost spreading their legs and pressing them down into a straight line. I can't press them down at all. It hurts."

Chen An took a look at the illustration and found that it was a split movement, which every dancer in his previous life could do.

"Sorry to bother you, husband."

"Just do this. Find a place that's about waist-high, put your legs on it, press down and stretch, do this every morning, noon and night, and when the ligaments under your joints are completely stretched, you can do this movement."

"Husband, what is a ligament?"

Song Huaying heard an unfamiliar word and couldn't help feeling curious.

Chen An didn't find her annoying, and patiently explained to her: "Ligaments are important soft tissues that maintain the stability of human joints, and are also an important part of the human skeletal muscle system."

Song Huaying became even more curious after hearing this, and asked with her beautiful eyes: "Husband, what is soft tissue? What is the muscle system?"

Chen An began to get annoyed, and pinched her lips as she kept asking questions, saying, "Why do you keep asking questions, hurry up and do what your husband just said, lift your legs up and put them on top and press down to stretch."

"Husband, Ying'er's legs have grown fat and are too heavy to lift. Can you help me lift them?"

As Song Huaying spoke, she pulled up the right side of her skirt a little, revealing a pair of snow-white, well-proportioned, slender legs, and pretended to be distressed while speaking seductively.

My little wife is becoming more and more seductive...

Chen An sighed in his heart, then lifted his little wife's right leg as she wished and gently placed it on a low medicine cabinet in front of him.

"Ying'er, how do you feel?"

"I don't feel anything."

"Come, move forward a little, and let your husband help you adjust your posture."

"Husband, it hurts!"

"It's normal to feel pain. You haven't stretched it at all yet. It will be fine if you do more in the future."

While helping his young wife adjust the downward position of her legs, Chen An explained to her in a gentle voice.

During this period, Chen An discovered that his wife's legs were a little fatter than before.

But he is not too fat, it is just the right amount of fat.

My little wife’s legs used to look a little too thin.

To use the words of my previous life, it was a pair of chopstick legs.

It just looks good, but feels useless when touched. It's a bit like it's only good for show but not for use.

Now that I've gained a little weight, I look fuller than before, feel more fleshy, and am very attractive.

"Husband, stop pressing, it hurts."

"It's okay, you'll get used to it if you press it for a while."

"Ying'er can't do it..."

"If you can't do it, you'll be...well, beaten."

"Husband, Ying'er wants to be beaten."

Song Huaying's beautiful eyes were blurred, and she looked at Chen An with a guilty look on her face, and spoke in a soft voice with a sweet smell like orchid.

Chen An was so itchy from what she said that he had no choice but to satisfy her request.

Suddenly, a series of crisp and loud clapping sounds were heard in the alchemy room.

In a blink of an eye.

Five days passed.

This day was the day when the Treasure Pavilion sent people to the Treasure Shop to check the accounts.

Chen An got up before dawn, ate something to fill his stomach, and set out for the market. He sat in the treasure shop and waited for the people from the Treasure Pavilion to come and check the accounts.

On the road, there were many early-rising monks coming and going.

When passing by the North Lane, I saw several monks gathered together chatting.

"Have you heard? Recently, a god appeared in the Bamboo Leaf Forest. With just one person and one sword, he has raised the public security of the entire Bamboo Leaf Forest to an unprecedented level in just a few days. He is much more powerful than the patrol team of the Bamboo Leaf Gang."

"Heh, those bastards from the Bamboo Leaf Gang now have to take a detour when they see that god, for fear of being chopped to death by him. After all, the biggest bandits in the Bamboo Leaf Forest are those damned bastards."

"I heard that the divine being is a woman, so beautiful that she can make the moon ashamed and the flowers ashamed. I wonder who will be lucky enough to marry her home as his wife."

"Marry? Are you kidding me! She is a core disciple of Xuanhuang Sect. Which man is worthy of marrying her? In my opinion, it is better for a man to marry into the family."

“…”

Listening to these words from passers-by, Chen An couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Shen Qingyi was truly a killing god. He felt that if he couldn't enter the Treasure Pavilion, choosing to cling to her thighs seemed to be a possible way out.

Apart from anything else, if I could really get hold of Shen Qingyi's thigh, at least I could walk sideways in the bamboo forest.

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