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

After pondering for a moment, Chen Hao took the breast-protecting mirror in his hand and examined it again.

He knew in his heart that this thing was worth far more than forty spirit stones.

The mere words "Made by Taiyue Xuanshui Pavilion" are enough to increase its value many times over.

Although the stall owner was knowledgeable about the goods, he clearly did not know the origin of Xuan Shui Ge.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have focused solely on the "superior magic weapon" aspect when haggling over the price.

Forty spirit stones are not a small amount for him now.

After a moment's thought, Chen Hao took out twenty spirit stones from his pocket and untied a cloth bag from his waist, from which he poured out three small porcelain bottles.

"I don't have that many spirit stones on hand right now. I wonder if I can use these pills to offset the price?"

The stall owner was taken aback, picked up a porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and smelled it. His eyes immediately lit up.

Although the Herbal Growth Pill is not a rare elixir, it is extremely useful for independent cultivators.

Moreover, he also had a basic understanding of pharmacology. Just now, upon smelling it, he felt that the pill contained a rich water vapor and had extraordinary medicinal power.

If you buy it outside, a bottle will cost at least five or six spirit stones.

The three bottles together are indeed quite valuable.

"These three bottles of pills are worth at most a dozen or so spirit stones. If you could add another bottle..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Hao shook his head.

"These pills are rare; I only have three bottles. Besides, your heart-protecting mirror is cracked like this. Even if a weapon refiner were willing to take it on, the repair price would be more than forty spirit stones. I'm taking it back as a gamble. If it can be repaired, I'll make a profit; if not, it'll just be a pile of scrap metal."

"Twenty spirit stones and three bottles of pills. Think it over. If you don't like it, then forget it."

The stall owner hesitated for a moment, then looked at Chen Hao's calm expression, and finally gritted his teeth.

"Okay, deal!"

Chen Hao carefully put the breastplate into his bosom, then covered it with his sleeve before turning to leave.

I had only taken a few steps when I suddenly heard a commotion ahead.

The independent cultivators who had been squatting in front of the various stalls seemed to have noticed something as well, and they all stood up and looked around.

Chen Hao followed the gaze of the crowd and saw several people walking towards the street corner.

Leading the group were two guards from the Su family, followed by a tall young man from Xindao, dressed in a blue robe.

The young man was about twenty years old. He walked without moving his clothes, and his aura was extremely restrained.

"It's Li Feiyu!"

"That genius from the Qingyun Sect?"

"What genius? I heard that his spiritual root had a problem, his cultivation stagnated for several years, and he came to the Su family because he couldn't stay in the sect anymore."

"Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. He's now at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, which is many times stronger than us rogue cultivators."

The intermittent chatter around him reached Chen Hao's ears.

Li Feiyu.

Chen Hao paused, realizing that he had often heard people mention this person in the past few days.

This time, the Su family selected two guard leaders.

He earned his position as the head of the guards step by step.

The head of Li Feiyu's guards was someone the Su family offered to them.

As the group passed by Chen Hao, Li Feiyu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head and looked Chen Hao up and down.

Chen Hao felt that the other person's gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he could see right through him from head to toe.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to him.

Many cultivators with higher cultivation levels than him would have similar feelings when they looked at him.

Li Feiyu sized him up for a moment, her brows twitching slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"He has a strong physique and robust bones; he's quite skilled at body training."

He said this in a low voice, as if talking to himself.

Upon hearing this, Chen Hao felt a slight chill in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged; he simply cupped his hands in a respectful bow.

Li Feiyu did not return the greeting, but turned her gaze away and continued walking forward.

The two Su family guards quickly followed, and the three of them soon disappeared at the end of the street.

The scattered cultivators then quieted down and returned to their stalls to haggle over prices.

Chen Hao stood there, looking in the direction Li Feiyu had left, pondering to himself.

This person could tell at a glance that he had cultivated his physical body.

This clearly shows that he also possesses body-refining techniques, and his skill level is quite high.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to tell the traces of your training.

However, the other party didn't seem to have any malicious intent.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Chen Hao continued walking deeper into the streets and alleys.

Following the stall owner's directions, he had intended to find Li the Cripple and buy some rare medicinal herbs, but he hadn't found him anywhere in the market.

Seeing this, Chen Hao had no choice but to give up.

He put the seeds he bought into his pocket, carefully covered them with his sleeve, and then turned to walk back.

It was getting late, and the market was gradually becoming less crowded.

Half an hour later, he returned home.

As you push open the courtyard gate, a rich aroma of soup wafts out.

Su Wanqing stood beside the table.

"You're back?"

"I just finished cooking for you, you can eat now."

Chen Hao walked over and gently put his arm around her waist.

What good things are at the market today?

She asked casually, then looked down and blew on the steam rising from the bowl.

"I bought some seeds, and I can plant them in a few days."

"There's also a breastplate; I'll repair it later for my wife to use for self-defense."

"Give me?"

Su Wanqing looked up, somewhat surprised.

"I'm a woman, and I don't go out to fight, so what do I need a breastplate for?"

"There will always be a time when it comes in handy."

Chen Hao looked at her.

Su Wanqing lowered her head, but her ears turned a dark red.

"What are you looking at me for? Hurry up and drink the soup, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Chen Hao took the bowl but didn't drink from it. Instead, he placed it on the table and sat down next to her.

He reached out and took Su Wanqing's hand, which was resting on her knee, and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips.

The skin on the back of her hand was snow-white, delicate, and exceptionally smooth, with a warm and soft touch.

Su Wanqing's body stiffened slightly, but she did not pull her hand away.

"My husband..."

Her voice was much softer, as if she were reminding someone of something, or perhaps hinting at something.

"The bowls haven't been cleared away yet..."

"We'll collect it tomorrow."

Chen Hao stood up and picked her up in his arms.

Su Wanqing gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

The bedroom door was pushed open, then slammed shut behind it.

Chen Hao gently placed her on the bed, leaned down, and kissed her forehead.

Then, the area between the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, and the upper part of the lips.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on the headboard and casting the shadows of the two people on the wall, blending into a blurry outline.

The temperature inside the room rose silently.

Chen Hao moved slowly and deliberately, untying her sash one by one, his movements gentle yet leaving no room for refusal.

The clothes fell silently to the floor beside the bed.

After an unknown amount of time, the lamp oil burned down to the bottom, and only the intertwined breathing of the two people remained in the room.

Su Wanqing was nestled in the brocade quilt, her once neatly styled hair now disheveled, her body glistening with sweat, which made her skin appear even whiter and smoother.

Chen Hao lay down on his side next to her. He reached out his hand, and his broad palm slowly slid down her slender waistline, gliding over her full and rounded contours like a full moon.

The touch from under my palm was surprisingly soft and bouncy.

That is the plumpness unique to mature women, like a ripe peach.

Even in the quietest of nights, it exudes a silent allure.

"Wanqing".

Su Wanqing shrank back slightly from the heat of his palm, but subconsciously snuggled closer to him.

"My husband, aren't you tired...?"

"Seeing you so beautiful and alluring makes all the hard work worthwhile."