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Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

Chen An transmigrated into the world of cultivating immortals. Relying on the fact that he was a transmigrator, he set himself a small goal of entering the foundation establishment stage in ten years. Unexpectedly, his talent in cultivation was extremely poor, and he was stuck at the third level of Qi refining for many years without making any further progress. After thirty years of hard work in cultivation, he returned as a beginner. He had wanted to pursue immortality, but in the end, he only learned alchemy. Seeing no hope in cultivation, he chose to return to ordinary life and married a wife to enjoy the pleasures of the mundane world. However, on the night of his wedding, he returned to the path of cultivating immortals. [Ding! Your system has been activated.] [Alchemy experience +1.] [Alchemy experience +1.] [Alchemy experience +1.] It turned out that marrying his wife and enjoying the pleasures of the mundane world was his path to becoming immortal. It allowed him to skip thousands of years of detours and directly become immortal.

Bamboo City's Little Overlord · Fantasi Timur
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535 Chs

Shen Qingyi Is Angry

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.