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

"The Bai Yuan Zhao family is eyeing us covetously, and now that old devil with the red eyebrows is also making moves. If we don't restrain Han Yan soon, she'll probably only care about her sect, not her family."

"Besides, I have high hopes for this person. If we don't win people's hearts by offering help now, what chance will we have when he grows up?"

Steward Wang was intimidated by Madam Su's imposing presence and remained speechless for a long time.

He felt a mix of emotions, both admiring Madam Su's bold move.

He also had a vague feeling that this person was, in the end, just a body-refining cultivator in the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

Is it worth the Su family's high regard for him?

But seeing Madam Su's confident demeanor, he swallowed his words of advice and let out a soft sigh.

"What Madam says is true. After staying in the sect for so long, the Second Miss's heart has become a bit wild. She really should be kept in check."

After leaving Madam Su's place, Chen Hao went straight home.

Chen Hao pushed open the fence gate, and the few medicinal herbs planted in the yard came into view.

In the morning light, the tender shoots of the medicinal herbs have just broken through the soil, their vibrant green leaves topped with dewdrops, each one looking very energetic.

There was a half-full vat of clean water outside the well, which had obviously been used recently.

"My husband, you're back?"

A soft call came from inside the house, and Su Wanqing lifted the curtain and came out.

She wore a plain-colored long dress, her figure was full and voluptuous, and she exuded a captivating charm as she walked.

Her snow-white skin, in particular, seemed to glow with a white light.

"How come you have so many scars on your body?"

A hint of heartache appeared between her brows.

"I'm fine, Wanqing."

In the Su family, he needed to pretend and scheme.

Only when he returned to this small courtyard and faced the beautiful woman before him did he seem to relax.

"The servants said you've encountered danger... Instructor Zhang, he..."

"It's a long story. We did encounter the Red-Eyebrowed Ghost King's men and lost quite a few of our men."

Chen Hao briefly repeated the story he had prepared, omitting the most dangerous details and only saying that he had escaped by luck.

Su Wanqing was terrified.

"It's good that you're back...it's good that you're back..."

He held her soft, warm body in his arms, the unique sweet fragrance of Su Wanqing lingering around his nose.

Chen Hao looked at the vibrant medicinal herbs in the courtyard.

"Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Su Wanqing lifted her head from his embrace.

"As long as my husband can return safely, anything I do will be worthwhile."

Their eyes met, and feelings of affection and desire intertwined in the air.

Chen Hao could no longer restrain himself and swept Su Wanqing up in his arms, causing her to gasp in surprise as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

He strode into the bedroom and closed the door with his foot.

A charming room.

With her clothes removed, her snow-white skin appeared even more alluring in the dimly lit room.

On the bed, Su Wanqing closed her eyes. For some reason, Chen Hao's mind was filled with the image of Madam Su's alluring figure and face.

He was a beauty, and he imagined himself to be Mrs. Su.

Once the fire of rekindled passion is ignited, it can never be extinguished.

Sweat soaked his hair.

Su Wanqing collapsed weakly into Chen Hao's arms.

Her snow-white skin was flushed with a captivating blush, her eyes were alluring, and a satisfied smile played on her lips.

After Su Wanqing fell asleep.

Chen Hao then took out the package he had obtained from Lu Xiaojia.

He untied the knot on the package.

A white egg the size of a fist rolled into his palm.

It was cold and hard to the touch, its surface covered with fine and regular scales that gleamed with a metallic luster under the dim light.

He looked at it over and over for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what it was.

I tapped the eggshell with my fingers, but it didn't budge. I brought it close to my nose and smelled it, but there was no unusual fragrance.

It has only a very faint, fishy smell, similar to that of underwater moss.

Chen Hao knew he lacked inheritance and had limited knowledge, so obtaining the treasure was not easy, and solving the mystery required even more opportunity.

However, at least one thing is certain.

These two items, which Lu Xiaojia values ​​so highly and carries with her at all times, are definitely not ordinary.

The most crucial thing now is something else.

Chen Hao's gaze fell on the last, thin volume of "Crimson Dragon Sword Manual".

Previously, while in the mountains, he hadn't had time to examine it closely, but now, after careful consideration, Chen Hao untied the silk cord on the booklet's cover.

These are not ordinary book pages; they are neither paper nor silk, but have a cool touch and a smooth feel like a woman's skin. I wonder what they are made of.

He turned to the title page first.

He turned to the title page first.

Above, written in vermilion, were eight sharp, sword-like ancient seal characters—

Crimson Dragon Sword Technique - High-Grade Spiritual Skill!

Chen Hao's pupils contracted slightly.

Superior grade of spiritual quality.

He had initially thought this sword manual was at most a mid-level Spirit Rank technique, and that it would be an incredible stroke of luck for the technique to even reach the Spirit Rank threshold. It should be noted that the Su family's most prized techniques were said to be only at the Spirit Rank level.

Even the "Mighty Demon Bull Skill" that Madam Su promised him.

Although it is also a spiritual item, it is merely a body-refining method, and cannot be compared with the unparalleled sword techniques.

In this cultivation world where independent cultivators are as numerous as hairs on a cow and even a complete cultivation technique is fiercely contested, a spiritual-grade cultivation technique is enough to become the foundation of a small family's clan.

And the highest-grade spirit-level ...

Even among those ancient sects and clans with a history spanning thousands of years, such a common item would not be easily obtained.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and continued to turn the pages.

The general outline begins with an extremely domineering passage:

"The Crimson Dragon is an ancient ferocious beast. When it is angry, heavenly fire burns the fields, and when it roars, ten thousand swords ring out. I have observed the Crimson Dragon soaring through the abyss for over a hundred years, comprehended its divine intent, and created this sword technique."

"However, this sword technique is tainted by the ferocity of the dragon, making it difficult to cultivate and requiring the cultivator to have an iron will."

A heart as firm as iron.

He was a man who had crawled out of a group of rogue cultivators, survived in the cracks of the Su family, and had just escaped from the jaws of a hundred-year-old earth dragon. His life was one that had been snatched away from the edge of a knife time and time again.

In terms of willpower, he fears no one.

Especially now, although he has made progress in Iron Rhinoceros Skill, he still lacks long-range attack methods.

If you encounter an enemy who is agile or uses magic to attack from a distance, you are very likely to be put on the defensive and be attacked.

And this "Crimson Dragon Sword Technique" can precisely make up for this shortcoming.

"High-grade Spiritual Rank... Crimson Dragon Sword Technique..."

Turning to the general outline, one is greeted by a diagram of the meridian pathways.

With this sword technique in hand, he finally had another trump card that could turn the tide.

But he did not start cultivating immediately.

The more powerful the cultivation technique, the more dangerous it is to practice, and there is always the risk of going into qi deviation.

He has just gone through a fierce battle and his mental and physical strength has not yet recovered, so it is not the best time to try anything rashly.

Chen Hao carefully wrapped the "Crimson Dragon Sword Manual" again in the silk cloth and hid it, along with the unknown white egg, in a hidden compartment under the bed.

After doing all this, he turned over and lay back down on the couch.

In the dim light, Su Wanqing was still fast asleep beside him, her plump and soft body instinctively snuggling closer to him.

Chen Hao closed his eyes and put one arm around his wife's smooth waist.

He was already secretly planning to start practicing this technique the next day.