Immortal Martial Arts Son-in-Law: Having Too Many Wives Isn't My Fault

She seemed to be awakened by Chen Hao's action of covering her with the blanket.

Su Wanqing groggily opened her eyes and met Chen Hao's gaze.

"What are you looking at?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, her rosy lips were pouting, her skin was snow-white, and her voice was hoarse from just waking up.

"Can't I look at my wife?"

Chen Hao sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke her loose long hair.

Su Wanqing gave him a reproachful look and reached out to pull the blanket, but Chen Hao's rough hand pressed down on her snow-white hand.

"Who called me 'Big Bull' last night?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wanqing's cheeks flushed instantly, and she buried her head in the pillow, her voice muffled.

"Who told you to... have such great strength?"

"Oh?"

Chen Hao leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Does the lady like it or not?"

Su Wanqing raised half her face, her watery eyes glaring at him, before she couldn't help but laugh.

"You're becoming more and more indecent. I never noticed you like this before."

"Being serious is for outsiders."

As Chen Hao spoke, his fingers slid down to the soft flesh of her waist and gently scratched it.

Su Wanqing burst out laughing.

Immediately afterwards, she twisted into a ball, kicking the blankets into a mess.

Two long, slender, snow-white legs were exposed and kicking wildly.

"Stop it...it tickles...hahaha...husband, what's wrong with you!"

She laughed and cursed, reaching out to hit Chen Hao, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed her down on the pillow.

The two of them joked around for a while, and their breathing became a little erratic.

Su Wanqing lay on her back, her chest heaving, her neckline slightly open, revealing a patch of white skin and full, snow-white breasts below her collarbone.

She looked at Chen Hao with a mixture of reproach and tenderness in her eyes.

"Aren't you going to work today?"

"Today is a day off."

Chen Hao held her hand, and their fingers intertwined.

"Judging from how unwilling you seem today, Madam, I vaguely recall that you turned over on your own last night..."

"You...you're not allowed to say it!"

Su Wanqing bit her lower lip and gently kicked him.

"Get up, I need to take a shower, I feel all sticky."

Chen Hao didn't move, but instead lowered his head and sniffed at the nape of her neck.

"It smells good."

Su Wanqing's ears turned bright red, and she gave him a push.

"Smell your own sweat, it smells good, you're talking nonsense."

"So, does that mean you think I smell bad?"

"I didn't say that."

"Not saying anything means they dislike it."

Chen Hao made a move to get up, but Su Wanqing grabbed his sleeve again.

"Why are you still being so petty?"

She sat up, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and pressed her full, snow-white body against Chen Hao.

"He's still my husband, even if he's smelly, I accept it."

Chen Hao turned his head to the side, his lips brushing against her forehead.

"Wanqing".

"Um?"

"The kick you gave me just now wasn't quite right. The blood circulation in my leg is a bit sluggish. I'll take a look at it for you later."

Su Wanqing paused for a moment, released her grip, and tilted her head to look at him.

"When will you start seeing a doctor?"

"I just learned it last night."

Chen Hao spoke of it casually.

"……last night?"

Su Wanqing blinked, as if she had thought of something, and her cheeks flushed.

"Weren't you... last night?"

"After you fall asleep."

Chen Hao smiled, stood up, and draped a coat over her shoulders.

"Get dressed first, it's still a bit chilly in the early spring mornings."

Su Wanqing pulled her clothes tighter, not knowing why, but today she felt something on her husband's body.

There are some things that are hard to explain.

It also exudes a sense of composure and ease.

There is another kind of reassuring certainty.

After the two had breakfast, Su Wanqing was tidying up the dishes in the room.

Chen Hao arrived at the well.

This well is the most valuable thing in this courtyard.

The well opening is small and square, made of bluestone, and the well walls are covered with moss.

It was morning, and a faint mist rose from the well, moistening the soil and making the surrounding area lush and green.

Chen Hao squatted down and pinched a handful of soil from the edge of the well.

The soil is dark brown, soft to the touch, and slightly damp and warm.

He held it to his nose and smelled it; a faint spiritual scent mixed with the earthy sweetness went straight to his lungs.

"There are sacred wells and fertile fields here; it would be a waste not to use them."

The Qingnang Medical Classic has a dedicated chapter on the cultivation of medicinal herbs.

The most important element is the combination of soil, water, and air.

This land, nestled near the sacred well, possesses all three elements: spiritual energy, moisture, and sunlight.

It would be a real shame not to make use of it.

Thinking of this, Chen Hao stood up and found a hoe in the storage room.

The hoe was a bit old, and the wooden handle was worn smooth and shiny.

He weighed the object in his hand and walked to an open space on the southeast side of the well.

Hearing the noise, Su Wanqing peeked out of the house.

"Husband, what are you doing with that hoe?"

"Clear a plot of land and plant medicinal herbs."

Su Wanqing wiped her hands and looked at him with some curiosity after hearing this.

"When did you learn how to grow medicinal herbs?"

"Last night."

"Weren't you in bed with me last night...?"

"My husband learned it through sleepwalking."

As Chen Hao spoke, he had already swung his hoe.

After mastering the Iron Rhinoceros Skill, he became much stronger than before.

The hoe struck, turning the soil upside down with a dull thud.

One hoe, two hoes, three hoes.

The soil was turned over, revealing the dark, oily layer underneath.

The steam from the Lingjing well drifted over and landed on the freshly turned soil.

The air was immediately filled with the fragrance of damp earth.

Su Wanqing stood aside and watched, her gaze falling on Chen Hao's arm.

Chen Hao rolled up his sleeves above his elbows, and with each swing of the hoe, the muscles on his forearms bulged slightly, their lines clearly defined.

Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead and flowed down his neck into his collar.

As she looked at it, she suddenly found the figure quite alluring, and her face flushed red, even her throat felt a little dry.

"Husband, take a rest and have some water."

Su Wanqing turned around and poured a cup of iced tea, then brought it over to him.

Chen Hao took the teacup and drank half of it in one gulp.

"You're much stronger than before."

Su Wanqing wiped the sweat from his forehead with her sleeve. "You used to be out of breath even carrying a sack of rice."

"Drinking the wife's chicken soup every day and licking her legs, it's no wonder he's getting stronger."

Su Wanqing spat at him.

"Ugh, you're being cheeky again."

She said that, but there was a smile in her eyes.

Chen Hao rested for a moment, then continued wielding his hoe.

About half an hour later, a neat and tidy field appeared next to the well, about two-tenths of an acre in size.

The clods of earth were broken into small pieces, and the ridges were made straight, which was pleasing to the eye.

These soils, nourished by spiritual energy over a long period, have taken on a deep black color and are so fertile that you could almost squeeze oil out of them.

Planting medicinal herbs in such soil yields twice the results with half the effort.

Su Wanqing squatted by the edge of the field and reached out to brush away the soil.

"This place is really nice. But why are those silver thread grass plants I planted always wilting?"

Chen Hao walked over and pointed to a few half-dead herbs in the corner by the well.

"Silver thread grass prefers acidic and fertile soil; ordinary soil won't work. Look at this soil; although it's exceptionally fertile, the pH isn't right, so it naturally won't grow well."