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

Su Wanqing was stunned.

"Husband, how do you know so much?"

"You'll understand once you read more books."

Chen Hao laughed.

"I'll sprinkle some lime on it later, keep it moist and fertile for a week, and then plant some medicinal herbs in a few days. It'll definitely be a good piece of land."

The way you're talking right now sounds like an old doctor in a large pharmacy.

"Old? My husband isn't old at all. If he were old, would he still be able to keep you up in bed?"

"I didn't say you're old... I just meant you're amazing."

Su Wanqing laughed and dodged his hand that was reaching out to knead her breasts, then ran to the corridor.

"However, we don't have many medicinal herbs."

Chen Hao put away his hoe, went inside, took out the storage bag that Madam Su had given him, and poured out the spirit stones inside.

"I'm going to the market to buy some seeds."

"Then come back soon, I'll make some soup for you."

Chen Hao nodded, then changed into a clean long robe, put the spirit stones in his pocket, and went out.

The market was located on an open space south of Sujiabao, and it was held on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month.

Today is the fifteenth of the month, and the market is bustling with people.

The so-called market was actually a street or alley about a hundred feet long.

Both sides were lined with stalls set up on the ground. They sold medicinal herbs, elixirs, talismans, fragments of magical implements, and everything else imaginable.

Most of the stall owners are independent practitioners who make a living in Qingzhu Mountain.

Most of them were not highly skilled in cultivation, and most of them were dressed simply, some even looking pale and sickly.

Life is tough for those who practice as solitary cultivators.

Without the protection of a sect or a stable source of spirit stones, they rely entirely on their own travels and adventures to find treasures in order to make a living.

The items on display were of varying quality; some were genuine, but many more were counterfeit or substandard.

Chen Hao slowed down and looked at each stall one by one.

Yesterday, after I had already mastered the basics of Qingnang.

He now has the ability to diagnose by observing qi and pulse, and his eyesight is vastly different from before.

These medicinal herbs on display no longer seemed like vague names to him, but rather a collection of detailed information.

Specific medicinal properties, age, quality, etc., can all be identified at a glance.

Suddenly, Chen Hao's gaze fell on a stall in a corner.

Behind that stall sat an old man in a gray robe, his face withered and his breath faint.

The stall was sparsely furnished with some herb seeds and a few old books.

Among them was a small cluster of dark brown seeds, plump and with fine lines on the surface, which looked inconspicuous.

But in Chen Hao's eyes...

The surface of these seeds faintly glows with a very pale blue light.

Seeds of the iron-boned vine.

Iron vine is a superior auxiliary material for making wound ointment; the longer it is aged, the stronger its medicinal effect.

The most common type of iron vine on the market is three years old, while five years old is considered top quality.

Those aged ten years or more are even rarer.

These seeds are all plump and have clear patterns, and are very likely to be seeds of iron vine that are over ten years old. Once they germinate and grow, their medicinal properties will be far superior to those of ordinary iron vine.

Chen Hao's heart skipped a beat, but he remained expressionless.

He walked up to the stall, first casually flipping through the few tattered books, then picking up a few other seeds to look at, before inadvertently pointing to the pile of brown seeds.

"Old man, what kind of seed is this?"

The old man in the gray robe raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"I don't know. I picked it deep in the mountains; it looks like some kind of vine. If you want it, you can take it all for one spirit stone."

A spirit stone.

Chen Hao was overjoyed, but his expression remained calm.

He took out a spirit stone from his pocket, handed it to the old man, and carefully put the seed away.

"Old man, where else in this market can I buy medicinal herb seeds?"

The old man accepted the spirit stone, his attitude becoming somewhat warmer.

"Go straight to the end, there's a guy called Li the Cripple who specializes in this. But that guy's very shrewd; if you want to buy something good, you'll have to haggle with him slowly."

Chen Hao thanked him and continued walking.

Along the way, he collected a few more things: a small bag of Red Sun Flower seeds, which cost him half a spirit stone.

A few purple ginseng seedlings, acquired for a spirit stone.

There was also a small packet of blood-clotting grass seeds. The seller was a middle-aged woman who asked for two spirit stones. Chen Hao noticed that the seeds were slightly damp, so he managed to bargain down to one and a half spirit stones.

Of course, while these can be considered rare and precious, they are all common medicinal herbs.

The truly precious seeds are either kept by the independent cultivators or sold at a high price by the Grand Pharmacy.

They wouldn't easily appear at this kind of market.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Not far ahead, a young stall owner wearing a tattered Taoist robe was squatting on the ground, with a dusty, round breastplate in front of him.

The breastplate was about the size of a palm, and its surface was covered with tiny cracks.

There is also a noticeable defect on the edge, making it look quite dilapidated.

But Chen Hao's gaze was fixed on the depths of the crack.

His eyesight is now extraordinary.

Deep within the crack, a faint, extremely weak luster emanated, like the light of some kind of restriction.

This is... a high-grade magic artifact?

A damaged high-grade magical artifact.

Top-grade magical artifacts are extremely rare and possess formidable power.

However, for cultivators in the Qi Refining stage, it is already an invaluable treasure.

Although this item looks quite damaged, as long as it can unleash 30% of its power, it can save lives in critical moments.

Chen Hao took a deep breath and slowly walked forward.

"How many spirit stones?"

Chen Hao picked up the breastplate and weighed it in his hand.

The object was quite heavy. After seeing Chen Hao, the rogue cultivator hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Eighty spirit stones."

Chen Hao was startled. It seemed that this person was also a connoisseur, recognizing that this item was also a flawed high-grade magic weapon, otherwise he wouldn't have asked for the high price of eighty spirit stones.

Eighty spirit stones to buy a tattered heart-protecting mirror? That's more outrageous than robbery.

But Chen Hao did not refute it. Instead, he turned the breast protector over and carefully examined the back.

There is a tiny inscription along the edge of the crack on the back, which is almost invisible unless you look closely.

He squinted and examined it closely; it read "Made for the Taiyue Xuanshui Pavilion".

He wasn't familiar with the name Taiyue, but he knew about Xuanshui Pavilion.

That was a weapon-refining sect in Qingzhou three hundred years ago, which was later destroyed during a demon siege.

Xuan Shui Pavilion is renowned for crafting defensive magical artifacts, and its artifacts are among the finest in their class.

Even a low-grade Heart-Protecting Mirror from Xuan Shui Pavilion should not be underestimated in terms of defensive power.

Chen Hao put down the breastplate, his face expressionless.

"Eighty spirit stones? This mirror is cracked like this. Even if you find a weapon refiner to repair it, the repair fee alone will be more than that. Twenty spirit stones, I'll take it."

"Fellow Daoist is joking."

The man immediately shook his head.

"This was found in the cave of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. It is a high-grade magic artifact. Although it is cracked, its essence is still there."

"We might as well keep those twenty spirit stones for ourselves. Sixty is the lowest price."

After several rounds of back-and-forth haggling, the price finally settled at forty spirit stones.

This was undoubtedly a huge sum of money for Chen Hao.