Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy Chapter 97 - 83 84. Winter Courtyard Snow Little Taoist Temp

Chapter 97: 83, 84. Winter Courtyard Snow, Little Taoist Temple Master, he practices Hundred Strengths Hundred Forms (Big Chapter – Seeking Subscriptions)_3

Chapter 97: 83, 84. Winter Courtyard Snow, Little Taoist Temple Master, he practices Hundred Strengths Hundred Forms (Big Chapter – Seeking Subscriptions)_3

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After becoming the president of the Ruyi Comrce Chamber, I had sought out various physicians, explaining the situation willingly, in the hopes of finding a treatnt, hoping to see if there was any way. Yet the ultimate answer was that my Innate Vital Qi was damaged.

This ans that I was injured while still in my mother’s womb.

I later discovered that it was my aunt who hard my mother. She secretly drugged her, intending for my mother to miscarry… Although she failed, I was left with congenital damage.”

Miss An moved a bit closer, placing her hands on Song Cheng’s cheeks, smiled, and said, “It’s nothing, Song, what a big deal?

The physician said, although there’s congenital damage, good food and good life, living for several decades is still fine.

After so many years, it’s already enough. I can be a good Family Head, a wife, a mother… I’m very happy.”

Madam Tong suddenly spoke, “Sister An, how will you know if you don’t try? The teacher is very skilled. Congenital Vital Qi deficiency doesn’t necessarily an it can’t be supplented with acquired dicine. Moreover, I’m here every day to take your pulse and look after you.”

Song Cheng said, “Jia is right, Sister An, don’t give up on yourself either. Jia will adjust for you, I’ll help you unblock your body. No matter how busy you are every day, you must co back on ti to eat, no staying up late, and you still have to train.”

Miss An froze for a bit, then buried her head in the young man’s chest, smiling, and said, “Okay, okay, I’ll listen to you both.”

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In fact, the three of us slept together, and the pillow talk that had already beco boring was enriched.

Initially, Song Cheng would only chat with Miss An about topics like “relocation, developnt, external situations.” He would only flirt and banter with Young Mrs. Tong.

But now, the conversation suddenly increased.

And the pillow talk pattern changed from “Song Cheng and two won” to “between the two won.”

Song Cheng quite liked listening to the two won chattering with each other, he listened on the side, occasionally interjecting a few words.

This atmosphere made him feel a kind of indescribable warmth and peace of mind.

The two won talked about many topics.

At one point,

Miss An would ask Madam Tong how to nourish the body and how to make the other part larger.

Madam Tong would giggle and say, “Sister An is already big enough.”

An Chenyu would retort, “Not as big as you.”

The two won would then mutter about letting Song Cheng be the judge.

At another point,

Miss An said that in a few days, they could acquire a large dical clinic, renovate it a bit, specifically for Madam Tong’s use.

But Madam Tong refused, saying that her teacher and her husband worked as a team, and she needed to be at the An Residence at all tis, and she still had to learn, so it wasn’t suitable to go to the dical clinic.

She was still a student of her teacher, and her main tasks were to learn dical skills and Alchemy.

At another point,

The two won talked about who’d have a child first.

Both won had actually thought about this.

Married to the husband, yet not pregnant, it’s not a good look in others’ eyes.

Besides, in this era, if a woman is of An Chenyu’s age, she should have already given birth.

Tong Jia, being younger, was still okay.

In their conversation, Tong Jia lanted that she’s currently engrossed in cultivation and learning dicine, busy every day, and has no ti to take a year or so off to have children.

Although An Chenyu was also busy, she had started to gradually let go of so things these days.

Zhao Hua, who called “Brother” to an already confused Old Master An, led the charge.

Besides, there were so mbers of the An Family who were close to An Chenyu and had so abilities.

Delegating power gave An Chenyu more ti.

Thus, she beca a little dicinal Human, taking Vitality Supplent Potion brewed by Madam Tong every morning; then returning ho early in the evening to practice the preliminary Cultivation Technique of “Willow Brushing Force,” the “Willow Brushing Blade”; and lying on the bed at night, allowing Song to ride and massage her body.

Song Cheng was a “monster” who had cultivated the “Force Realm” to the ultimate level, mastering the “Xuanwu Body.”

He knew the structure of the human body’s blood and flesh and the transitions of Force Power like the back of his hand.

He could remain physically immobile, yet let the internal force flow and cultivate through that.

To put it plainly…

Anyone, even a fool or an idiot, as long as they took the auxiliary training “Blood Dew Pill” and received Song Cheng’s long nightly massage, could… basically beco able to casually throw a punch and see their cultivation level soar rapidly, much faster than a genius prodigy of this realm.

Madam Tong was such a person.

An Chenyu was now one too.

Every night,

After Miss An trained, Song Cheng would have her lie down, then move his fingers over her flesh. His hands moved to help her train, to help her break through certain bottlenecks.

With a wave of his hand, Miss An sotis had to endure the soreness, but after the soreness, there was a feeling of bodily ease, as light as a swallow.

Tong Jia and Song Cheng, one adjusted Miss An internally with dicine, one externally assisted with an incredibly rich Force Realm cultivation level.

With the wholehearted help of her good sisters and husband, An Chenyu truly felt her body improving, full of energy every day.

Congenital Vital Qi deficiency couldn’t stop the “Divine Doctor” plus “Song’s” collaboration.

Though the northern land was a battlefield, though the city was surrounded outside, so things still seed destined, hard to change.

But this didn’t include this little family.

An Chenyu’s “congenital deficiencies” were not marked by fate.

She was recovering.

Everything in this little family was getting better.

The two won talked about children for a long ti.

Song Cheng also wanted children.

However, he did not rush.

No matter whom he said he wanted to have children with, it would put a lot of pressure on the other party.

So, he would only wait quietly.

And one night, while Madam Tong was practicing Alchemy,

An Chenyu lay in bed with her man, and finally made a decision.