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

Old Zhou slammed the lid of the box down with a loud bang, muttering some local dialect.

"Pah, another penniless wretch."

"However, it's better to take advantage of business that comes knocking on your door."

Then he dragged a burlap bundle out from the corner.

Unpacking the bundle revealed several unfinished magical artifacts.

"These were all made to order for people before, but either the people died or went missing, and none of them came to collect them."

Old Zhou pointed to one of the robes.

"This robe is called the Silver Silkworm Armor. It is made from fine steel threads that can block swords and blades. It was originally made for a demon hunter in the city, but he was killed while hunting demons in Black River Mountain, so it was put away."

Chen Hao picked up the silver silkworm armor.

It feels heavy in your hand, and it is indeed made of high-quality steel. Although it is not yet finished, you can tell that the foundation is excellent.

"How much is this?"

"Thirty spirit stones."

Chen Hao raised an eyebrow.

"Fellow Daoist, that's not very kind of you. Although the material of this robe is quite good, it's still a work in progress, and besides..."

He paused.

"You've had this stock for so long, and you can't sell it. I'm just helping you clear out your inventory, aren't I?"

"Then how much will you say?"

"Fifteen spirit stones. If you can also help me take good care of this robe, I can take it away today."

Old Zhou hesitated for a moment.

"Alright, this thing has been gathering dust for years anyway, fifteen spirit stones isn't a bad deal, but you'll have to buy a weapon to go with it. This silver silkworm armor, after all, is made from silk drawn from thousand-refined iron, which takes a lot of time and effort."

Chen Hao glanced at the silver silkworm armor. Although it was a bit old, the workmanship was indeed excellent.

What weapons do you have that would be suitable for me?

"All kinds of ritual implements are available."

"I've cultivated a body-refining technique, so it's best if the magic weapon is heavy enough to be easy to handle."

A hint of surprise flashed in Lao Zhou's eyes.

"Don't worry, I've been in this line of work for decades, and I'm an expert on which weapon to use with which person..."

Old Zhou turned around and soon pulled out a nine-ringed ghost-head saber.

The blade is thick and sturdy; with the slightest movement, the clasp rattles.

"This Nine-Ring Mountain-Splitting Blade weighs 120 jin and is a fine example of a low-grade magic weapon. It is forged with black iron and can break the bones of ordinary demonic beasts with a single slash."

Old Zhou patted the spine of the knife, causing the copper rings to rattle loudly once again.

"How about it? With your silver silkworm armor and your physical training, you'll be quite a sight to behold in a fight."

Chen Hao took the knife, weighed it in his hand, and casually twirled it.

Seeing Chen Hao's effortless demeanor, Old Zhou's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

He thought to himself, "This young man's body-refining skills are truly impressive."

"A fine knife."

Chen Hao held the knife horizontally in front of him, carefully examining the runes, and suddenly frowned.

"However, the runes on this blade are for 'armor penetration' and 'shock,' which would be useful against tough-skinned monsters."

"However, I am not a demon hunter. Although this black iron blade is hard, it is a bit brittle. If it is subjected to brute force, it will probably break after a short while."

Old Zhou paused for a moment, then chuckled dryly twice.

"Young man, you have a sharp eye. Alright, this knife is indeed not suitable for you."

He calmly put away the nine-ringed sword and then pulled out a magic hammer from the corner.

The hammerhead was about the size of a watermelon, completely black, with a ring of silver spirals cast on its surface.

"The Star-Shattering Hammer weighs 180 jin. The hammerhead is infused with star-patterned steel. With one strike, the force can penetrate through the skin and flesh and directly shock the internal organs. It is especially effective against those annoying sword cultivators."

"Shouldn't you be satisfied with this now?"

Chen Hao picked up the hammer with one hand, twirled it in his hand, shook his head, and put the hammer down again.

"The item is good, but the handle of this hammer is too short, making it awkward to use. My body-refining method relies on long weapons, emphasizing that every inch longer is stronger. A short-handled weapon isn't as satisfying to swing."

"Besides..." He glanced at Old Zhou.

"This star-patterned steel probably costs more than a hundred or two hundred spirit stones, right?"

Old Zhou's face stiffened; he knew this was the main reason the other party had given up.

He replied awkwardly.

"Well... I'll accept 120 spirit stones."

"Fellow Daoist, if I had those one hundred and twenty spirit stones, would I still be wasting my time with you like this?"

"I just want a suitable magic artifact. If you can't come up with a suitable one, then I'll just buy the Silver Silkworm Armor and leave. You won't lose out on fifteen spirit stones."

Old Zhou gritted his teeth and rummaged through the shop for a long time.

But none of them could convince Chen Hao.

Either the ritual implements are good but don't suit his style, or the price is outrageously expensive.

Seeing that Chen Hao had already picked up the silver silkworm armor and was about to pay and leave, Old Zhou stood behind the counter with his brows furrowed.

"Wait a minute, what do you think of this?"

"If you're still not satisfied with this product—it's powerful, cheap, and easy to use—you probably won't find another one like it in the entire Qingzhu Mountain area."

After saying that, Old Zhou turned and went into the inner room. After a while, he came out dragging a long, dark thing.

Chen Hao glanced at it; it was a long stick, over two meters long, dark and heavy, and the stick itself was thicker than an average person's arm.

Each end was bound by a dark red iron band, with faint patterns on the band, but they were blurry and indistinct, as if they had been corroded by something.

"This thing... is a water and fire staff, a genuinely good item."

Chen Hao reached out and grasped the staff; it was icy cold to the touch, like holding a piece of cold iron.

He tried to lift it with all his might, and even with his advanced physical training, he found it quite strenuous.

This stick must weigh at least 300 pounds.

"What is this made of iron? It's so heavy."

Chen Hao was secretly surprised and examined the stick closely, holding it horizontally in his hand.

There were no runes or formations on the stick, and even the forging marks were extremely subtle, as if it had been carved directly from a single piece of iron.

Old Zhou came over.

"Star-sinking iron. Do you recognize it? Ordinary weapon refiners would avoid it. This iron is naturally like this. It cannot be melted by fire, cannot be hammered, and even spiritual energy cannot penetrate it. It is impossible to make it into a magic weapon."

"But its hardness and power are not just my boast, even those real flying swords would have a dent if they clashed with it."

Chen Hao's heart stirred, and he twirled the stick twice in his hand.

The heavy stick, which was more than two meters long, gradually came to life in his hands.

He thrust the staff forward with a sudden movement, the tip cutting through the air with a muffled whistling sound, causing several talismans on the counter to flutter in the air.

A strange sense of pleasure spread from my palms throughout my body.

Old Zhou watched from the side, his eyelids twitching, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Wait, wait, don't tear my shop down!"

Chen Hao put away the stick and leaned on the ground.

"How much is this?"

Old Zhou's eyes darted around.

"Forty spirit stones."

"Fellow Daoist, you yourself said this thing isn't a magical artifact; even magical power can't penetrate it. It's just a bulky iron lump here. Fifty yuan?"

Chen Hao shook his head.

"So, including the silver silkworm armor, there are a total of thirty pieces."

"thirty?"

Old Zhou shouted.