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

Chen Hao squatted in a ravine at the northern foot of Qingzhu Mountain.

Behind him were seven or eight of the Su family's secret guards, each holding their breath.

The last batch of intelligence was delivered by Wang Erguan's family this morning.

It is said that the last two grain collection teams from Baihua Valley in Qingyun Town have joined forces today and are withdrawing from the east.

There were eight grain carts in total, and the number of escorts was twice as many as usual. The two leading the carts were two late-stage Qi Refining cultivators.

"Young master, once we've finished this job, it's time to call it a day."

A bodyguard beside him lowered his voice and said, his breath dissipating quickly in the cold wind.

Chen Hao nodded.

Wang Er said in the message he sent yesterday.

"There's movement in the south; we should take our profits and call it a day."

That's why the Su family specifically instructed them to "quit while they're ahead."

This indicates that the underlying pressure has reached a critical point.

Moreover, Chen Hao himself sensed it.

Three days ago, when they robbed the Black Wind Village's goods on Xishan Road, the other side had actually set up an ambush beforehand.

Those foreign powers are not fools.

Three months, more than a dozen waves of looting.

Even real bandits should have their methods figured out by now.

If a highly skilled person is sent from behind the scenes, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The sound of horses' hooves came from the end of the mountain path, interrupting Chen Hao's thoughts.

The first eight grain carts were lined up in a long line and slowly drove past on the mountain road.

The leader was an elderly man with gray hair and beard, a gourd of wine hanging from his waist, riding a chestnut-red steed with a cold gaze.

Chen Hao lay prone behind the rock, silently calculating the distance.

A low voice came from behind.

"Young Master Chen, let's make our move. If we get any closer, we'll miss our chance."

Chen Hao didn't move.

His gaze was fixed on the old man who was leading the group.

The old man sat upright like a bell. Behind him, the ruts of eight grain carts were deeply embedded in the gravel road, leaving two straight black marks.

Not right.

Chen Hao narrowed his eyes.

After mastering the Crimson Dragon Sword Technique, his spiritual senses became significantly sharper than they had been three months prior.

But at this moment, after staring at the old man's silhouette for several breaths, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The old man's aura was obscured by a thin mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Son-in-law!"

"They're almost at the pass; if we don't act now, we'll miss our chance!"

Chen Hao took half a step back.

"withdraw."

The guards were stunned.

"Withdraw? Son-in-law, this is our last time."

"I said let's go, let's leave now."

His voice was low but firm.

The guards exchanged glances, and no one spoke.

The convoy continued to move slowly along the mountain road.

The chestnut-colored horned horse trod the last bend.

The old man calmly placed his hand on the wine gourd, his knuckles turning slightly white.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

Nothing happened.

The only sound in the bamboo forest was the rustling of the wind through the bamboo leaves.

A bird flew down from the rock face, pecked at a few grass seeds on the road, and then fluttered away.

The old man's brow furrowed very slightly.

"Senior Li, the snake-luring formation we set up hasn't moved. Those bandits must have sensed something."

The man did not answer.

He gazed slowly at the silent bamboo forest on both sides, a hint of surprise flashing in his cloudy eyes.

He put a lot of thought into setting up this meeting today.

Eight fake grain trucks were used, with twelve skilled men hidden inside to create the illusion that "although there are many men, they are no match for the enemy."

He even used the Breath Concealment Technique to suppress his true cultivation level to the late stage of Qi Refining, just to lure the other party into a trap.

Unfortunately, the big fish didn't bite.

"They're smarter than I thought."

He waved his hand, signaling the convoy to continue, and a powerful aura emanated from him.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of eight grain cart tracks faded into the distance on the mountain road, raising a fine cloud of dust.

the other side.

Several bodyguards sat around Chen Hao, each with a complicated expression.

The leader, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Young master, how did you know there was a trap?"

Chen Hao's eyes were also filled with lingering fear.

"The leader's riding posture was too steady, abnormally steady, and the caravan was lined up too neatly. Three rows of eight carriages, a long, straight line, the spacing was so even it looked like it had been measured, they definitely came prepared."

A sense of oppression settled over the cave.

"Young master, if you hadn't seen through us this time, all seven or eight of us would probably have lost our lives on that mountain path."

The lead guard seemed to remember something and looked up to ask.

"What do we do next?"

"I'm done. Report today's events to Madam truthfully, without omitting a single word. Also, tell Madam that the other side may have had a Foundation Establishment cultivator involved."

Watching the group pack their luggage.

Chen Hao knew that this play was not over yet.

Moreover, the final act must be performed even more realistically.

The Su residence, a quiet room.

Madam Su frowned slightly as she looked at Chen Hao, who was covered in blood.

"How did it get like this?"

"In the final battles, they laid ambushes."

Madam Su paused slightly in her teacup.

She looked at Chen Hao, her gaze lingering for a moment on the bloodstains on his chest, a very faint ripple passing through her eyes.

It was like an accident, yet also like a subtle form of approval.

"It was beyond my expectations that I came back alive."

She put down her teacup and took out a celadon medicine bottle from her sleeve.

"Three pills of the Bone-Healing Pill. Apply externally and take internally; broken bones can be healed in three days."

Chen Hao caught the medicine bottle and discreetly slipped it into his sleeve.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"I need to recuperate. Moreover, as you probably already know, there are suspected Foundation Establishment cultivators behind those caravans. If they continue to operate openly, not only will I be in danger, but the Su family will also be exposed."

Madam Su remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"That's enough. In these three months, the Su family harvested a million catties of spirit rice, accounting for 70% of the entire Qingzhu Mountain area. Most of the outside forces have withdrawn, and the few remaining ones are no longer a threat."

"The Su family will send you spirit stones to recuperate every month. Just tell Wang Er what medicinal herbs you need. Once you're healed, the jade slip for the Mighty Bull Demon Technique will be given to you as well."

Chen Hao stood up, bowed to Madam Su, turned and pushed open the door to leave the quiet room.

Steward Wang Er came out from behind the screen and asked in a low voice.

"Madam, the young master's injury..."

"It's true."

Madam Su lowered her eyes, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.

"However, at least half of what he just said was an act."

Wang Er was stunned for a moment.

"Let him be."

"He's right, the Su family can't be exposed yet."

......

The first snow of winter came without warning.

The day before, the bright red sun was still hanging high in the sky.

The next morning, when I opened the courtyard gate, the entire mountain range was completely covered by a blanket of white snow.

The green bamboo in the corner was bent over by the weight of the snow, and when the wind blew, snowflakes flew everywhere.

Chen Hao stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching the heavy snow.

He has been home for more than half a month.

Su Wanqing prepared different soups and medicines for him every day.

With the addition of Madam Su's three bone-healing pills, the injury recovered much faster than expected.

What surprised him even more than the recovery from his injuries was the reaction of the black dragon egg.

After winter set in, the weather turned bitterly cold, but the black dragon eggs did not become dormant; instead, they became even more active.

Every few days, the patterns on the eggshell will light up on their own, as if breathing.

Chen Hao searched through all the books at hand before finding the reason.

The black dragon is born in deep, cold pools and abysses, and it prefers cold and shady conditions. Winter is the most suitable time for young dragons to grow.

At this rate, the hatching day should be approaching.

During this period, he was nourished by the Su family's spiritual medicine.

With the help of the Qi Condensation Pill, Chen Hao's cultivation level also successfully broke through to the fifth level of Qi Refining.

What made Chen Hao happiest was that Su Wanqing successfully gave birth to a baby boy.