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

Chen Hao didn't say much about it, but simply pushed the storage bag in front of her.

"Keep these spirit stones for now. We have things to do early tomorrow morning."

Su Wanqing looked at the heavy storage bag and nodded.

Since marrying into the family, this man has done things that are increasingly incomprehensible to her.

But every single one of them truly makes this home a better place.

"My husband, you've worked so hard."

Chen Hao reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Su Wanqing's body stiffened slightly, then went limp.

Chen Hao's hand slowly slid down her back and landed on her thigh.

Su Wanqing was wearing a light, casual shirt today, perhaps because she had been waiting for him at home all day and hadn't even changed her clothes.

The hem of the thin shirt barely covered the top of her thighs.

When he touched it, his snow-white, delicate skin felt incredibly smooth.

Su Wanqing's body trembled slightly, and the tips of her ears turned red at a visible speed.

"Husband, my husband..."

"Um?"

Although Su Wanqing's cultivation level was not high, she was still a cultivator after all.

She had not an ounce of excess fat on her body, and her legs were long and toned, with curves so smooth they were breathtaking.

She didn't flinch, but simply buried her face even deeper.

Chen Hao bent down.

Su Wanqing's breathing became noticeably rapid.

Chen Hao bent down, picked her up horizontally, and strode towards the inner room.

The bedding on the bed was newly changed.

It still carried the dry, sun-dried scent.

Chen Hao gently placed Su Wanqing on the bed.

Su Wanqing turned her head away, not daring to look at him.

Chen Hao braced himself against her side with one hand.

"Don't be afraid."

"Um……"

"My husband..."

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"You...you be gentle."

It started raining again outside the window sometime earlier.

The sound of rain gradually increased, pattering against the green bamboo leaves in the courtyard.

Su Wanqing's voice gradually became less suppressed.

The rain is getting heavier.

After an unknown amount of time, the rain gradually subsided.

Su Wanqing lay in Chen Hao's arms, her black hair spread out on the pillow, and a blush still lingered on her cheeks.

"Wanqing".

Chen Hao turned to the side, his fingers twirling her black hair.

"I'd like to discuss the matter of those spirit stones with you."

"I originally planned to pay back the remaining balance of the spirit rice to Uncle Wang and the others in a few days. But I've just thought about it and decided not to pay it back yet."

Su Wanqing's eyes widened slightly.

"Not returning it?"

"I won't pay it back."

Chen Hao's tone was very confident.

"Not only will we not return them, we'll take them back. We'll use all these spirit stones we have to harvest spirit rice."

Su Wanqing remained silent for a moment, then propped herself up and looked at him.

This movement caused the blankets on her body to slip down slightly, revealing a patch of snow-white, fragrant shoulder.

"Husband, do you mean... the price of spiritual food is going to rise again?"

Chen Hao glanced at her.

"The Bai Yuan Zhao family has repeatedly provoked us, but the patriarch has never shown his face? What do you think those people outside are thinking?"

Su Wanqing's expression changed slightly.

After all, she was a member of a collateral branch of the Su family and had grown up in the family since childhood, so she was more sensitive to these things than Chen Hao.

If our ancestor were still alive, the Su family would be an unbreakable unit.

If something happens to the patriarch, countless people will want a piece of the Su family's fat meat.

"But... even if something really happened to our ancestor, what use would all this spirit rice be to us?"

Su Wanqing frowned and asked.

"If things really get chaotic, will spirit rice still be more effective than spirit stones?"

"able."

"Just think about it, how many people are in the Su family? There are several hundred members of the main family alone, plus the farmers, tenants, and guards in various places, the total number is no less than two thousand."

"These two thousand mouths need to be fed every day. It's fine under normal circumstances, but if things get chaotic or there's a conflict with other forces, and the supply lines are cut off, then feeding and watering these people will be the biggest problem."

"At that time, whoever has grain in their hands will be able to stabilize public sentiment. Whoever stabilizes public sentiment will have a say in the Su family."

Su Wanqing listened intently.

When this man got down to business, he didn't have the demeanor one would expect from someone who had worked as a guard in the Su family for ten years.

Instead, he seemed like a seasoned veteran.

"So what my husband means is... we're not trying to make that little profit, but rather..."

"Be prepared for both possibilities."

Chen Hao picked up where she left off.

"If grain prices rise, we'll sell it and make a profit of spirit stones. If the Su family is in chaos, we'll use grain to win people's hearts and gain a voice. Either way, it's better than holding onto spirit stones."

Su Wanqing remained silent for a long time, then slowly nodded.

"Alright. Then let's do as my husband says."

"My husband, I used to think that marrying you was a compromise. My sisters in the Su family all laughed at me behind my back, saying that I married an old guard and would never be able to turn my life around..."

"But I don't think that way anymore."

Su Wanqing looked up at him, her eyes clear and bright.

"I married a capable man. So what if they married into wealthy families? My man can farm, do business, understand the situation, and... he can also be caring."

Chen Hao chuckled and patted her on the back.

"Go to sleep, you'll be busy tomorrow."

Su Wanqing obediently closed her eyes.

Before long, she fell into a deep sleep.

Chen Hao, however, did not sleep.

After confirming that Su Wanqing was fast asleep, he gently pulled his arm out from under her neck, put on his robe, and got up.

He walked to the cabinet in the corner and opened the inconspicuous wooden box on the bottom shelf.

The jade box felt cool to the touch, with a delicate texture and several simple sealing patterns engraved on it.

Chen Hao placed the jade box on the table, took a deep breath, and opened the lid.

The box was lined with a layer of dark red velvet, and in the center of the velvet lay a white egg the size of a fist.

There was a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy on the eggshell, and it seemed to be alive with every breath.

The egg of the black dragon.

If this thing were left out in the open, countless people would fight tooth and nail to get their hands on it.

If a dragon reaches adulthood, it is at least equivalent to the Foundation Establishment stage of a human cultivator.

If the bloodline is pure and the cultivation is done properly.

It can even be compared to a Golden Core cultivator.

Chen Hao carefully put away the Breakthrough Pill, then took out the two pages of the incubation method he had copied from his pocket and spread them on the table.

The Blood Refining Beast Taming Technique and the Blood Refining Method in that nameless fragment are one righteous and one evil, one stable and one dangerous.

He repeatedly compared the contents of the two methods.

Ultimately, we should test the Blood Refining Beast Taming Technique first.

He bit his right middle finger and squeezed out a drop of bright red blood.

A cultivator's essence blood is different from ordinary blood; it is the condensation of their cultivation and vitality.

The loss of even a single drop of essence and blood can take three to five days of ordinary meditation to replenish.

Without hesitation, he dripped the drop of blood essence onto the black dragon egg.

The blood droplet landed on the surface of the eggshell, but instead of sliding off, it was instantly absorbed.