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

The patterns on the eggshell surface shimmered slightly, like blood flowing in a vein, flashing by in an instant.

Chen Hao raised an eyebrow.

There was a response.

According to the records on the surviving scroll, the sperm and blood were absorbed by the egg, indicating that the creature inside the egg still had a chance to live.

If the essence and blood are lost, then the egg is a dead egg.

Without further hesitation, he squeezed out several more drops of his semen and dripped them onto the area.

Every drop was greedily absorbed.

After dripping twelve drops of his essence blood, Chen Hao's face had turned somewhat pale.

He stopped what he was doing, sat cross-legged in front of the table, and began to practice his internal energy to recover.

Just then, he suddenly felt a faint tremor.

Chen Hao suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at the black dragon egg.

Chen Hao took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and carefully put the black dragon egg back into the jade box and put it away.

The fact that twelve drops of essence blood could be used to sense the mind and spirit indicates that the life force of the young animal in the egg is extremely strong.

According to this schedule.

It could take anywhere from three months to half a year for the black dragon egg to hatch.

By then...

Chen Hao didn't continue thinking about it; thinking too much would keep him awake at night.

He returned to bed, pulled Su Wanqing into his arms again, and closed his eyes to sleep.

.....

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Chen Hao woke up.

Su Wanqing was still nestled in his arms, fast asleep.

Last night's lovemaking had clearly left her quite exhausted.

Without disturbing her, Chen Hao quietly got out of bed and went to the yard to fetch well water to wash up.

When he returned to the room with two bowls of hot porridge, Su Wanqing had already woken up.

"You're awake? Come and have some porridge."

Chen Hao placed the bowl of porridge on the table, his expression unchanged.

Su Wanqing hummed in agreement, then walked over and sat down with her head down.

The two sat facing each other, drinking porridge.

"Husband, I was just thinking about it. If we're going to use spirit stones to harvest spirit rice, we need to be quick. I heard yesterday that the price of spirit grain in town has increased quite a bit in the last couple of days."

Chen Hao nodded and put down his bowl of porridge.

"We'll go after we finish eating."

An hour later, Chen Hao and Su Wanqing appeared at the market.

The market was bustling with noise.

Chen Hao didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he took Su Wanqing for a walk around the market to get a clear understanding of the prices at each grain shop.

The situation was worse than he had anticipated.

Or rather, even better.

Three days ago, the market price of spirit rice was two spirit stones per hundred catties. Today it has risen to three spirit stones, an increase of half.

Moreover, almost all grain shops were displaying signs saying "limited quantity available".

"Why is it rising so fast?"

Su Wanqing asked in a low voice, her brows furrowed.

Chen Hao did not answer; his gaze fell on the other end of the market.

There were three ornately decorated carriages parked there.

Several cultivators dressed in uniform were buying up spirit rice along the street, spending lavishly.

Behind them, sacks of grain had already piled up like a small mountain.

"Where did these people come from?"

Chen Hao stopped a familiar vendor and asked in a low voice.

The vendor recognized him as the son-in-law of the Su family, looked him over, and lowered his voice.

"Young Master Chen, don't you know? These people came yesterday afternoon, buying up any grain they saw, at prices half a percent higher than the market price. Not only them, but two more groups came this morning. One group was from Hundred Flowers Valley, and the other group's origins are unknown, but they were even more ruthless, buying at four spirit stones per hundred catties."

Chen Hao and Su Wanqing exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

Foreign forces have already arrived, drawn by the scent of blood.

"Walk."

Without further hesitation, Chen Hao pulled Su Wanqing and started walking back.

"You're not accepting it anymore?"

Su Wanqing was stunned for a moment.

"We'll accept it, but not here."

A short while later, Chen Hao led Su Wanqing to knock on the door of a weapon-refining shop.

An elderly man with gray hair opened the door and paused for a moment when he saw Chen Hao.

"What brings you here?"

"Master Zhou."

Chen Hao bowed respectfully.

"I would like to borrow your weapon-refining shop for a while."

"What other magical artifacts do you want? I'll give you a discount this time."

"Master Zhou, I'm not here to buy any religious artifacts this time."

"So you want to..."

"Received the goods."

Chen Hao got straight to the point.

"We'll buy as much spiritual rice as you can. It's inconvenient to buy it openly at the market, so I'll trouble Master Zhou to spread the word that there are people buying grain here, and the price is 10% higher than outside."

The old man gasped.

"Have you thought it through? Spiritual food prices are rising rapidly right now, changing daily. What if they drop..."

"It won't fall."

Chen Hao interrupted him.

"Master Zhou, I'm leaving this to you. After it's done, I'll give you a commission based on the total price of the grain."

Master Zhou's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.

"become!"

The news spread faster than Chen Hao had anticipated.

In less than half an hour, a few cultivators and farmers came to the door carrying sacks of grain.

Anyway, Master Zhou's weapon-forging shop wasn't doing well, so he simply set up a table and an abacus in the courtyard to inspect the grain, weigh it, and pay with spirit stones on the spot.

Chen Hao and Su Wanqing stood aside, watching silently.

With each bag of grain brought in, Su Wanqing's worry deepened.

She quietly tugged at Chen Hao's sleeve.

"My lord, if this continues, our spirit stones won't last much longer."

Chen Hao also realized this problem.

He had a total of one thousand spirit stones, which, according to the current market price, could buy at most twenty thousand catties of spirit rice.

This amount is nothing but a drop in the ocean compared to those wealthy and powerful foreign forces.

He had to think of another way.

Just as he was pondering this, a commotion suddenly arose outside the warehouse.

Immediately afterwards, the courtyard gate was kicked open.

Seven or eight cultivators filed in, led by a burly middle-aged man with a face full of scars and a fierce look in his eyes.

Behind him followed several other cultivators dressed similarly, each possessing a formidable aura.

"Who's in charge here?"

The middle-aged man looked around, his gaze finally settling on Chen Hao.

Chen Hao remained expressionless and stepped forward.

"It's me. What brings you here?"

The middle-aged man looked him up and down, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

"So you're the one buying grain here, trying to steal our business?"

He took a step forward, releasing a burst of spiritual pressure characteristic of the late-stage Qi Refining realm without reservation.

The dust in the courtyard was kicked up and flew up.

Several farmers selling grain nearby were so frightened by the spiritual pressure that they retreated repeatedly, their faces turning deathly pale.

Chen Hao stood still, without moving an inch.

"Stealing business?"

His voice was as calm as still water.

"In a market transaction, the highest bidder wins; how can there be any talk of 'robbery'?"

"Are you aware that this is Su family territory?"

"What Su family? A fallen little clan, daring to spout nonsense here. Transfer the grain you've already collected to me at the original price, and we'll call it even. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

Chen Hao frowned, about to speak, when a familiar voice came from outside.

Chen Hao looked up and was surprised to see it was Steward Wang.

Of course, accompanying Steward Wang was the voluptuous and beautiful Madam Su.