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

The monks behind him also joined in the laughter.

"Wang Er, count to three, and tell them to get out."

Steward Wang bowed respectfully.

"Yes, madam."

The middle-aged man's face darkened.

Just as he was about to speak, Madam Su spoke first.

"three."

The moment the words fell, a phoenix hairpin-shaped magical artifact flew up and instantly enveloped the entire courtyard.

Chen Hao only felt a flash of golden light before his eyes.

The seven or eight cultivators were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, flying backward and crashing heavily onto the earthen wall outside the courtyard.

Half of the earthen wall collapsed with a crash, scattering broken bricks and dust all over the ground.

Chen Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't even see the trajectory of Madam Su's attack.

This is at least a technique used in the late stage of Qi Refining.

Moreover, this magical artifact possesses the power of at least a high-grade magical artifact.

Even some newly established Foundation Establishment cultivators do not have high-grade magic weapons with them.

Madam Su is indeed extraordinary, having been able to manage the Su family for so many years.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Madam Su then slowly turned her head and glanced at Steward Wang.

"Clean this place up."

Then she glanced at Chen Hao.

"Come with me."

Chen Hao followed Madam Su outside, and soon the two arrived at a secluded place.

"Young Master Chen is quite shrewd; he actually dared to secretly collect grain in private."

What are your thoughts on the current situation of the Su family?

Chen Hao thought for a moment before speaking.

"Inform the lady that these outside grain-collecting forces seem to be very well disguised, but they are not small-scale merchants."

"Hundred Flowers Valley, Black Wind Stronghold, and even the shadow of the Bai Yuan Zhao family—there must be powerful forces operating behind these people."

"Good eye."

Mrs. Su nodded approvingly.

Do you know the location of the Su family's residence?

Chen Hao nodded.

The Su family is located on the southern slope of Qingzhu Mountain, with the Qingzhu Mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles to the north.

To the south lies the official road leading to the major markets, to the east is the territory of Hundred Flowers Valley, and to the west is the sphere of influence of the Baiyuan Zhao family and Black Wind Village.

It is situated precisely at the intersection of three forces.

"The Su family is a piece of fat meat, and the foot of Qingzhu Mountain is a place with abundant water veins, which is just right for planting spirit rice."

"It's just that this piece of meat was too lean in the past, and no one cared about it. But this year, the Eastern Wilderness has been hit by torrential rains, and the spiritual grains in various places have failed to be harvested. Now the price of grain has skyrocketed, and the Su family has become the target of everyone's criticism."

"Therefore, these outside merchants cannot work together as a team."

Chen Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood Madam Su's meaning.

"You mean... take them down one by one?"

"That's right, these grain merchants all want to take over the Su family's grain supply, which gives us an opportunity."

"My Su family is a local power. We have connections, informants, and information that outside forces don't have. They are in the open, we are in the shadows."

"But the Su family can't show themselves openly. If they are exposed, these people will join forces to eliminate us first."

"So someone has to stand in front, someone conspicuous enough that everyone has to watch."

Chen Hao remained silent for a while.

"Does Madam want me to take the lead in this matter?"

"good."

Madam Su glanced at him, then suddenly reached into her sleeve and took out a brocade pouch.

Chen Hao took the box and opened it. Inside, there was a stack of talismans, and they were of extremely high quality.

It was far superior to the ice and fire talismans he had previously purchased.

"Your cultivation level is low, so you don't attract attention, and you have a calm and composed nature."

"This matter requires you to take the lead. Don't worry, I will assign you reliable personnel."

"The grain collection teams from outside the town transported the grain out of Qingyun Town by three routes: the official road, the East Mountain Road, and the West Mountain Road."

"Once this matter is settled, I will pass on the Mighty Bull Demon Skill to you."

Chen Hao glanced at Madam Su, wanting to refuse, but then he saw the cold look on her face.

He knew it was best not to provoke this woman at that moment, so he said no more.

......

Three days later, on Dongshan Road.

The sky was overcast, and the green bamboo on both sides of the mountain path rustled in the wind.

Chen Hao lay prone on a giant rock.

There were more than twenty men lying in ambush behind him, all of whom were skilled fighters arranged by the Su family.

Just then, the sound of carriages and horses came from the mountain road outside.

Three fully loaded grain carts, each with two drivers and four guards at the front and back, for a total of twelve guards.

The leader was a pale-faced, beardless monk in blue robes.

Chen Hao glanced behind him and gave instructions to the group.

"Proceed according to plan."

When the caravan reached a narrow pass, the monk in blue suddenly reined in his horse.

He frowned and noticed that several thick green bamboos had somehow blocked the mountain path ahead.

"Let's go take a look."

He waved his hand, and a guard dismounted and walked toward the obstacle. Just as he was about to reach out to move it, the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, and he screamed as he fell into a deep pit.

Almost at the same moment, the sound of talismans resounded from the bamboo forests on both sides.

More than ten beams of light, burning in various colors, shot in from all directions.

These men hastily engaged the enemy, swinging their swords to parry, but two of them were still hit and fell off their horses with a muffled groan.

The cultivator in blue robes' expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply.

"Who dares to rob my Hundred Flowers Valley's caravan!"

He was met with a low, hoarse voice.

"Heh heh, this is exactly the Hundred Flowers Valley I've been looking for!"

Before the words were finished, a group of people leaped out from behind the giant rock, each holding a magical artifact and talisman, clearly having come prepared in advance.

"Who exactly are you?"

He wanted to beg for mercy, but it was too late.

The twenty-odd people in front of them attacked together and quickly surrounded them.

Screams erupted one after another.

......

Over the next three months.

Similar things happened one after another.

On the western mountain road, a grain transport team from Black Wind Village was ambushed in a mountain ravine.

The survivors claimed that the attackers bore obvious traces of the Hundred Flowers Valley martial arts techniques.

On the official road, two grain-collecting teams of unknown origin inexplicably started fighting.

Only afterwards did they realize that they had fallen into a trap and had been secretly sown apart.

On the East Mountain Road, two more groups of grain convoys from Hundred Flowers Valley were looted in succession, using the same methods as the first time.

Some people even found the bodies of Bai Yuanzhao's family there.

The timing of each attack was perfect.

Either it was when the grain convoy had just finished collecting the grain and was preparing to set off on its return journey.

Either it was when the grain convoy reached the most rugged and undefendable section of the mountain road.

The Su family had informants everywhere in the town.

The news of the grain-collecting team's departure had already reached Chen Hao and his group.

Meanwhile, several rumors quietly spread around Qingyun Town.

Some say that a band of ruthless bandits has taken up residence on Qingzhu Mountain, specializing in robbing grain convoys from outside the area. They come and go without a trace, and their numbers and cultivation levels are unknown.

Some of the victims escaped back from the mountain path, acting like madmen, telling everyone they met that they had been possessed by evil spirits.

The more the rumors spread, the more bizarre and outrageous they became.

to the end.

Some even confidently asserted that there were Foundation Establishment cultivators among the gang of ruthless bandits.

Immediately, the grain merchants who had come from other places couldn't sit still any longer.

In less than three months.

The once bustling market is now much quieter.

Most of the outside grain merchants who put up signs saying "high price for grain" have left.

The remaining farmers no longer dared to openly purchase grain, so they could only keep a low profile and secretly trade with familiar farmers.

The Su family, meanwhile, quietly absorbed the share that the outside forces had relinquished.

The sky was overcast that day.