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

Immediately afterwards, Chen Hao withdrew his magical power and then took out the black dragon's egg.

The black dragon's egg lay quietly in his palm.

Chen Hao bit his fingertip until it bled.

Soon, a drop of bright red blood seeped out from the wound.

After breaking through to the late stage of Qi Refining, the quality of his Qi and blood was far superior to what it used to be.

This drop of blood essence was thicker than before, and faintly glowed with a pale golden luster.

When it landed on the dragon egg shell, it made a slight "sizzling" sound, like water droplets splashing onto a red-hot iron plate.

Soon, the patterns on the surface of the eggshell lit up.

Followed by.

A faint life force emanated from the egg, as if something inside had turned over.

The vitality was much stronger, and even the dragon patterns on the eggs were more clearly visible.

Chen Hao reached out and gently stroked the eggshell, feeling the warmth emanating from inside.

"It'll be soon. The dragon egg will hatch in a little while at most."

Stepping out of the quiet room, Chen Hao pushed open the door and looked into the distance.

In March, spring is in full bloom.

The snow on Qingzhu Mountain has long since melted, the mountain streams have risen a bit, and wild peach blossoms are blooming all over the mountain.

The Su family had no time to appreciate the spring.

Spring planting has begun.

For cultivation families, spring planting is even more important than the Lunar New Year.

The harvest of the spirit valley is crucial to the year's food supply and income from spirit stones.

From the elders to the servants, everyone was so busy they barely had time to breathe.

In the courtyard, Su Wanqing was turning over the soil.

She rolled up her sleeves, holding a small hoe in her hand, and broke up the soil piece by piece before carefully spreading it out.

Last year, I planted a few medicinal herbs, and after harvesting them, I replanted two rows of medicinal gardens this year. I mixed well-rotted spirit beast manure into the soil, making it dark and oily, which is obviously good soil.

Chen Hao walked over, squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and rubbed it between his fingers.

The soil is loose, fertile, and well-aerated.

"Rumors are circulating in the market that Li the Cripple has a lot of good medicinal herb seeds, but he has been searching for them for a year without success. Tomorrow is the spring harvest market, and he will probably appear."

Su Wanqing nodded.

"The medicinal herb field in this courtyard is next to the spirit well. The land is fertile and there is no shortage of spirit water. It is just right to grow some precious medicinal herbs, which can also supplement the family income."

The Qingzhushan Market is probably bustling because it's spring planting season.

Therefore, the market was much more lively than usual.

The stalls selling spirit seeds stretched from one end of the street to the other, with various seeds neatly categorized and packaged in small cloth bags.

Spirit-gathering grass, dew-collecting flower, purple-leaf ginseng, golden thread vine... a dazzling array.

Most of the vendors were independent cultivators from the neighborhood, and some were low-level merchants who specialized in trading spirit seeds.

Chen Hao's gaze did not linger on those stalls for long.

He crossed half a street and turned into a secluded alley.

At the end of the alley, a hunched figure was squatting against the wall, dozing off.

It's Li the Cripple.

This man was in his fifties, with a limp in his left leg, and he walked with a hobby. He had been running a small stall in a corner of the market for many years.

The stall didn't have much stuff, and it looked shabby, but Chen Hao knew that the old man had a very sharp eye.

"Fellow Daoist."

Li the Cripple raised his eyelids, his cloudy eyes darting around. Sensing Chen Hao's cultivation level, a hint of respect appeared in his eyes.

"I wonder what you need, senior?"

He pulled a small stool from under his bottom and handed it to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao didn't stand on ceremony and squatted down in front of the stall.

"I've heard that you have quite a few spiritual herb seeds, so I've come today to ask Brother Li for some."

"seed?"

Li the Cripple's eyes lit up, and he moved closer to Chen Hao.

"Fellow Daoist, your timing is perfect. I found quite a few good things in the deep mountains a few days ago. I wonder if any of them are what you're looking for."

A short while later.

He turned around and rummaged through the tattered cloth bag behind him, pulling out several palm-sized rough cloth bags.

Then they were placed one by one in front of Chen Hao.

The first bag was opened, and inside was a small handful of dark red seeds.

Each one is only the size of a sesame seed, and it glows faintly.

"These are the seeds of the Crimson Blood Ginseng."

Li the Cripple said in a low voice.

"This stuff is hard to find on the market. It's a wild variety that the old man got from a herb gatherer, not a domesticated variety that's been cultivated for dozens of generations in a herb garden. The medicinal properties of the red blood ginseng grown from it are at least 30% stronger."

Chen Hao picked up a seed and examined it in his palm.

Crimson Blood Ginseng is the main ingredient in several late-stage Qi Refining pills.

Finished medicinal herbs are always in short supply on the market, but they are cultivated for a long time.

It would be worthwhile to grow some yourself.

How much?

"Twenty spirit stones per tael."

Li the Cripple held up two fingers.

Twenty spirit stones for one tael of spirit seed is indeed not expensive.

Chen Hao nodded, then looked at the second cloth bag.

This bag is even smaller; it only contains seven or eight seeds.

Each grain is about the size of a soybean, with a wrinkled skin and an unappealing appearance.

"This is……"

"Spores of Ganoderma lucidum".

Li the Cripple lowered his voice even further, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then continued.

"Jade Marrow Ganoderma is a rare treasure for alchemy. While ordinary Ganoderma lucidum replenishes qi and blood, Jade Marrow Ganoderma replenishes the spiritual root. Although its effect is slight, long-term consumption will nourish the spiritual root in a way that is far superior to ordinary elixirs."

"This thing grows extremely slowly, only producing one crop every three years, but if you cultivate it well, you'll make a fortune. Ordinary people can't even buy it if they want to; the old man only got these few by chance."

Chen Hao's gaze sharpened.

He certainly knew the value of chalcedony fungus.

Spiritual roots are the foundation of cultivators, and things that can nourish spiritual roots are always in high demand and short supply.

If this spore can truly be cultivated, the future rewards will be immeasurable.

However, all the spiritual herbs that can replenish spiritual roots are extremely precious, which sounds nice.

It's hard to say how effective it will be.

"How much is this?"

"this……"

Li the Cripple rubbed his hands together, revealing a pained expression.

"I can't sell these cheaply. Each spore is worth five spirit stones, and there are eight of them, totaling forty spirit stones. If Young Master Chen wants them all, this old man will throw in a few worthless auxiliary medicinal seeds."

Forty spirit stones is no small sum.

Chen Hao pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"I'll take them all."

When it comes to cultivation, one cannot skimp on the spirit stones that are necessary.

During this period, he used water magic in his spare time to refine several batches of pills.

He had accumulated quite a few spirit stones in his hands.

Li the Cripple beamed with joy. He quickly tied up the cloth bags and then rummaged through the bottom of the basket to find a small paper package and stuff it inside.

"These are seeds of the Jade Vine, a free gift for Young Master Chen. Plant them near the herb garden; the vines will gather spiritual energy, benefiting the surrounding medicinal herbs."

Chen Hao took the cloth bag and paid with spirit stones.

Red blood ginseng prefers shade and can be planted at the base of a courtyard wall.

Jadeite mushrooms need places with abundant spiritual energy, which makes them perfect for planting on array nodes.

As for planting the Jade Vine around the edge of the herb garden, it can both gather spiritual energy and provide shade.

Holding the elixir in his hand, Chen Hao bid farewell to Li the Cripple and then went to the Su family's medicine shop.

The Su family's medicine shop is located in the best location at the east end of the market.

The storefront has three bays, with a black plaque with gold lettering hanging above the door.

It bears the four large characters "Su's Alchemy Room".

Before he even reached the door, the shop assistant spotted him with sharp eyes.

"Young Master Chen has arrived!"

The waiter shouted inside and jogged out to greet them, his face beaming.

"You've finally arrived! The Third Elder has been talking about you so much these past few days that my ears are practically calloused."

"Are elixirs in such high demand lately?"

He delivered the water-based elixirs on time every month.

Why are you in such a hurry when the delivery date hasn't even arrived yet?

"Young master, you probably haven't been out much lately! The Black Wind Stronghold and the Hundred Flowers Sect are currently locked in fierce fighting, and the prices of various pills and talismans have increased by more than 10%, with no market available even when they are in demand."

"Our water-based elixirs are easily absorbed and highly efficient, and they are always in short supply."

Chen Hao nodded and looked into the shop.

There were several independent cultivators picking out pills in the shop.

Upon seeing him, the shopkeeper behind the counter immediately put down his work and came forward, bowing respectfully.

"Young Master Chen, please come with me. The Third Elder is waiting in the inner room."

This attitude is a bit too polite.

Chen Hao nodded. The shopkeeper personally led the way, through the shop front, and pushed open the door to the back room.

The back room was small, but it was decorated elegantly. A painting of a blue dragon soaring into the clouds hung on the wall, and a burner of sandalwood incense burned on the table.

The Third Elder was sitting on a mahogany chair drinking tea when he saw Chen Hao enter. He put his teacup down on the table and stood up to greet him.

"Oh, Fellow Daoist Chen, we've been waiting for you!"

The Third Elder, all smiles, personally carried a chair and placed it in front of Chen Hao.

He then turned around and took out an exquisite white porcelain jar from under the tea table, carefully opened it, and added new tea leaves to the teapot.

As hot water is poured in, a refreshing aroma of tea immediately fills the air.

The fragrance was extraordinary.

Just smelling it makes you feel like every pore on your body opens up, and the flow of spiritual energy within your body becomes lighter.

"This is……"

Chen Hao looked at the emerald green tea in the cup, and his heart stirred slightly.

"The finest Yunwu Lingcha tea is made from thousand-year-old tea trees in Yunwu Mountain, and only this small jar is produced every three years."

The Third Elder smiled and pushed the teacup in front of Chen Hao.

"I wouldn't bring this out for ordinary guests. Today it's specially brewed for Fellow Daoist Chen."

Chen Hao picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The tea went down my throat.

A cool, refreshing energy slid down my throat and into my dantian, bringing me complete comfort.

It's definitely good stuff.

"The Third Elder's hospitality makes this junior somewhat apprehensive."

Chen Hao put down his teacup and got straight to the point.

"I wonder what brings the Third Elder in such a hurry to see me?"

The Third Elder stroked his beard, his smile deepening.

"No rush, no rush, have some tea first. Let me tell Mr. Chen about the recent situation at the shop."

He sat down and started counting on his fingers.

"In the past few months, Fellow Daoist Chen's water-based elixirs have made a name for themselves in the Green Bamboo Mountain area."

"Putting aside everything else, just look at the Dew Condensation Pill, Herb Growth Pill, and Warming Powder you submitted this month. Although they are not of high grade, their quality is definitely superior to similar pills on the market."

"The independent cultivators who came to buy medicine lined up in a long queue, and some even came all the way from Baiyuan Mountain."

"Not only are the pills selling well, but with more customers, other goods in the shop are also benefiting. Spiritual materials and talismans are selling faster than before."

"I've been running this shop for twenty years, and I've never seen it so prosperous."

Chen Hao listened quietly, his face expressionless, but he felt a sense of emotion in his heart.

He initially just wanted to show off his talent and earn some spirit stones to support his cultivation, but he didn't expect water-based pills to be so popular in the market.

It seems there are many people in the cultivation world who practice alchemy, but few who truly put in the effort to study it.

"Third Elder, you flatter me."

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"The pills sell well, but the shop's reputation and distribution channels are also key. I'm just adding icing on the cake."

"No, no, no."

The Third Elder waved his hand repeatedly and said solemnly.

"It's not that I'm being polite, but everyone in the shop knows that the shop's improvement over the past six months is all thanks to you. To be honest—"

He leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"The Grand Elder spoke with me privately a few days ago, saying that our Su family has struck gold with a talent like Fellow Daoist Chen. With you in charge, how could the Su family not prosper?"

These words carry immense weight.

Six months ago, it would have been unbelievable for a cultivator from another clan to receive such praise from the elders.

His current status in the Su family is second only to a few elders.

Just as Chen Hao was about to say a few words of humility, the Third Elder suddenly changed the subject.

"By the way, how old are you this year?"

"To my shame, I am already thirty-six years old."

"Thirty-six!"

The Third Elder's eyes suddenly lit up, and he clapped his hands and laughed.

"Excellent, excellent, the perfect time."

His laughter sent chills down Chen Hao's spine.

There was something off about the way the old man was looking at me.

As expected, the Third Elder smiled and poured Chen Hao another cup of tea, his tone suddenly becoming much warmer.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I have a granddaughter named Yao. She is twenty-two years old this year and has reached the fifth level of Qi Refining. This girl is beautiful, gentle, and well-mannered. Everyone in the clan praises her."

As he spoke, he took out a small jade slip from his sleeve and pushed it in front of Chen Hao.

"Here is Yao'er's portrait and spiritual root aptitude. Fellow Daoist Chen, would you like to take a look?"

Chen Hao was stunned.

"Elder, do you know that I am already married, and not just to one man?"

The Third Elder leaned forward, his voice low and sly.

"Of course I know these things. Why should a cultivator be bound by worldly etiquette?"

"Having multiple wives and concubines is commonplace. Yao'er can be a concubine; she doesn't need any official title, as long as Fellow Daoist Chen nods in approval."

Chen Hao's lips twitched.

This Third Elder really went to great lengths to win him over.

He was even willing to give up his own granddaughter to be a concubine.

With a cultivation level of four in Qi Refining, at such a young age, he is not only an absolute promising talent in the Su family, but also a key person they are grooming.

However, this attitude also illustrates one thing from another perspective.

Chen Hao holds considerable influence in the Su family.

It has come to the point where the Third Elder has to personally arrange the marriage.

Chen Hao was naturally happy to see this happen.

He would accept any woman who possessed spiritual roots.

Moreover, as the Third Elder said, why should cultivators be bound by worldly etiquette and laws? Having three wives and four concubines is a common thing.

If a baby boy with spiritual roots could be born and help the Su family produce offspring, the Su family would probably value him even more.

After a slight hesitation, Chen Hao understood the key point.