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

Chen Hao lowered his head, his gaze lingering on her plump buttocks, which were wider than her shoulders.

Chen Hao let out a breath.

Although he was no longer a virgin, he had previously married ordinary women.

Whether it's figure or face, how can anyone compare to Su Wanqing?

It's no exaggeration to say that one is in heaven and the other is on earth.

People say that having a big buttocks that are bigger than your shoulders makes you feel like a god, but I wonder if that's really true.

At this moment, Su Wanqing was wiping the water droplets off her body with a towel. Her skin glowed white, as if it were really like milk.

Recalling the scene just now, the voluptuous, snow-white body and the languid, alluring posture, Chen Hao realized that his lower body had become aroused.

"Indeed, with such a stunningly beautiful woman with big breasts and a perky butt by your side, ready for you to enjoy, even Liu Xiahui would find it hard to resist the temptation."

"Unless this older brother doesn't like his younger sister, but prefers his younger brother!"

Chen Hao exhaled, suppressing the pounding in his heart.

He knew it better than anyone else.

Right now, what's more urgent for me is my lifespan and my cultivation level.

Three hundred days of life is three hundred days of respite.

It sounds like a lot, but for a Qi Refining cultivator, it's just a matter of taking a few more breaths.

Thinking of this, Chen Hao closed the door, then walked into the courtyard, sat down on a simple wooden chair, and took out the thin medical book, Qingnang Yijing, from his pocket.

Under the dim light, Chen Hao turned the yellowed pages of the book.

It was found to be covered with tiny, neat characters, yet lively and expressive.

The opening section is the general outline:

"The art of medicine emphasizes medical ethics first, followed by understanding principles. The human body is like heaven and earth, and qi and blood are like rivers. When they flow smoothly, there is no pain; when there is pain, there is no flow."

Chen Hao read on, word by word, growing increasingly alarmed with each word.

This is a complete lineage of medical skills!

The book not only details the distribution and functions of meridians and acupoints in the human body, but also provides specific methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, covering methods of treating external injuries, nourishing the lungs, and acupuncture and moxibustion.

This book not only records in detail the distribution and functions of meridians and acupoints in the human body, but also provides specific methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation.

The most valuable part is the several first- and second-tier pill formulas recorded later.

The art of alchemy is an extremely precious tradition, alchemists are very rare, and elixirs are very expensive.

Even the vast Su family doesn't have many.

Moreover, the alchemy method recorded in the Qingnang Medical Classic is completely different from the ordinary fire elixir method.

"It's actually the Water Elixir Technique!"

Chen Hao let out a breath, seemingly surprised.

Ordinary pill refining requires a pill furnace and pill fire, but the Water Pill method uses spiritual water as a medium and a special spiritual energy vibration technique to extract the essence of the medicinal materials little by little and then condense it into a pill.

There was not a trace of masculine passion throughout the entire process.

It all depends on the interaction between water and the medicinal properties.

Compared to the Fire Elixir, the Water-Quenched Elixir has a milder and more nourishing effect, making it easier for the body to absorb.

Chen Hao suddenly remembered the spirit well that Su Wanqing had mentioned.

The spring water that flows from the Spirit Well contains a thin layer of spiritual energy.

This water-refined elixir requires a spiritual spring as a medium.

"I just successfully got married and I still have twenty achievement points left. I can add them to this Qingnang Medical Classic."

"However, this medical skill is based on experience. You can still improve by accumulating experience. It would be a waste to use the achievement points you have worked so hard to obtain on it."

Chen Hao's heart stirred, and after a moment's thought, he made a decision.

The Iron Rhinoceros Skill is of great help to me now, so I can't give it up.

"Achievement Points, Deducing the Technique!"

[Ding! 20 achievement points consumed, initiating the deduction of the Iron Rhinoceros Skill...]

[The Iron Rhinoceros Skill has been advanced to the minor completion stage!]

In an instant.

The sound landed at the same time.

Chen Hao exhaled, and a profound realization flooded his mind.

Chen Hao opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing within them.

He looked down and discovered that his skin had a bronze sheen.

As the fingers clench into a fist, the muscles and bones in the arm twist and turn, exuding power.

Name: Chen Hao

Current cultivation level: Qi Refining Level 3

[Technique: Iron Rhinoceros Skill (Premium)]

[Progress: Minor Success]

Description: A rare body-refining technique that "uses rhinoceros bones and iron blood," emphasizing a body as strong as iron and tendons and bones as strong as steel.

.......

He had achieved minor success in the Iron Rhinoceros Skill, and his cultivation level had further increased to the third level of Qi Refining.

In the world of cultivation, cultivation techniques are classified into levels such as mortal, fine, spiritual, and treasure.

The transmission of knowledge is rare, and the teachings should not be passed on to just a few ears.

In the Su family, most of their cultivation techniques are of ordinary quality; high-quality techniques are already rare.

He never expected that the Su family would bring out a high-quality cultivation method just to test the potential of them, these sons-in-law.

Now that he had achieved a minor mastery of the Iron Rhinoceros Skill, Chen Hao could clearly feel the tension in his muscles and the surge of power when he applied slight pressure with his fingertips.

He walked to the corner of the wall, reached out his hand, and gently pressed it against the mottled earthen surface.

With a slight increase in pressure, a soft "click" was heard, and a shallow fingerprint was pressed into the earthen wall by the fingertip.

His pupils contracted slightly, his heart filled with shock.

In the past, let alone pressing a fingerprint, even if you pounded with all your might, you might not be able to leave a mark on this earthen wall.

Chen Hao looked down at his hands.

His knuckles were thick and broad, and his palms had thin calluses from years of hard work.

But at this moment, there was a sense of energy beneath the skin.

It is heavier and more substantial than yesterday.

The next morning.

Before dawn, Chen Hao got up and went to the backyard to practice his cultivation technique.

After mastering the Iron Rhinoceros Skill, he felt his strength had greatly increased.

His blood surged, as if he had truly transformed into an iron rhinoceros.

Standing there, bathed in sunlight, he looked down and noticed that his skin had a faint bluish metallic sheen, just like rhinoceros hide.

He got out of bed and found a rusty but still sharp wood-chopping knife in the storage room.

Chen Hao took a deep breath and activated his Iron Rhinoceros Skill.

"Give it a try."

Chen Hao gritted his teeth, grabbed the woodcutter's knife, and then aimed it at his left forearm and chopped down hard!

"Ding!"

Instead of the expected splatter of blood, a dull thud like leather being struck was heard.

The blade struck the skin as if it were striking a piece of hard, tanned cowhide.

It was held firmly by that layer of bluish skin.

Only a faint white mark remained.

And as the blood and qi circulated, the white mark disappeared in the blink of an eye, without even breaking the skin.

Chen Hao sheathed his sword, a sense of satisfaction rising in his heart.

His Iron Rhinoceros Skill was only at a minor level, yet it had already made his skin as tough as leather, making him difficult to injure with swords and blades.

Given time, once this technique is fully mastered, even magical artifacts will likely pose little threat to him.

Just then, a voice came from outside.

"Husband, come and eat quickly."

Chen Hao turned around and saw Su Wanqing standing under the eaves, holding a bowl of hot porridge and two small dishes.

The steaming hot rice is topped with a little dried mustard greens, which looks quite tempting.

"They're here."

Chen Hao put away his wood-chopping knife and sat down at the stone table in the courtyard.

Su Wanqing set out the bowls and chopsticks, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over his bronze skin.

They knew that Chen Hao had gotten up early to practice his skills.

She paused for a moment, but didn't ask any further questions, only saying softly.

"Eat quickly, then pack your things and we'll move."

"With the continuous autumn rains, the busy farming season is approaching, and it would be bad if we were delayed."

Chen Hao swallowed the rice.

Upon hearing this, he realized it was the busy farming season, and he finally understood why the Su family wanted to recruit a son-in-law at this time.

Chen Hao didn't have much to pack. After dinner, the two changed into simple clothes and went to their new home.

The Su family occupies the southern foot of Qingzhu Mountain, with their main residence built halfway up the mountain, where the spiritual energy is most abundant.

Su Wanqing's residences were scattered at the foot of the mountain, and the more remote the place, the thinner the spiritual energy.

After walking for about the time it takes to burn two incense sticks, a small courtyard appeared ahead.

The courtyard is small, with blue bricks and gray tiles, and a three-section layout.

The courtyard wall was made of rammed earth and was covered with unknown vines, with a few pale purple flowers blooming on it.

The stone steps in front of the door have been worn smooth and shiny by the years, with moss growing in the cracks.

"This is it."

Su Wanqing pushed open the door.

"Come in."

Chen Hao stepped into the courtyard.

Although the courtyard was old, it was kept clean.

The courtyard was paved with bluestone slabs, and in one corner stood an old peach tree with dark branches and a canopy that covered most of the yard.

There is a well under the tree, with the wellhead made of bluestone and covered with a heavy wooden plank.

Su Wanqing walked to the well and bent down to lift the wooden plank.

Chen Hao quickly stepped forward to help.

"I'll do it."

He reached out and held the edge of the wooden board, then lifted it up with force.

The plank was much heavier than he had imagined, but fortunately, he had made some progress in his Iron Rhinoceros Kung Fu last night, which greatly increased his strength, so he didn't find it too strenuous.

The moment the wooden board was lifted, a cool breeze rushed out.

Chen Hao looked down into the well.

The well water was crystal clear, and the surface was as calm as a mirror.

He reached into the well and immediately felt a warm, gentle spiritual energy seep into his meridians through his fingertips, flowing smoothly and gently, like spring rain nourishing all things.

This is the Spirit Well.

A spiritual well that can sustain a Qi Refining cultivator.

It's extremely precious; even within the Su family, not everyone has one.

Chen Hao took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

"Madam, this well..."

He turned his head and found that Su Wanqing was not looking at the well at all, but was standing outside the courtyard gate, gazing into the distance with her brows furrowed.

Chen Hao followed her gaze.

Outside the courtyard gate was a dirt road, and at the other end of the road was a wide open field.

At this moment, the morning mist was just beginning to dissipate, and a thin layer of golden light enveloped the fields.

The waist-high rice stalks drooped heavily, their grains plump and glistening with a pale golden luster in the morning light.

Ten acres of fertile fields, where waves of rice ripple like gold.

In ten days, it will be harvest time.

This should have been a joyful sight.

But there was no joy on Su Wanqing's face.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Hao walked to her side and asked in a low voice.

Su Wanqing bit her lower lip, a trace of sorrow flashing in her eyes.

The rice is almost ripe.

"Hmm, a good harvest."

"The harvest is good, but who will harvest it?"

Chen Hao raised an eyebrow, understanding.

Lingdao is different from ordinary rice.

The rice stalks are as tough as bamboo, with roots that extend several feet deep. When harvesting, the sickle must be infused with spiritual power.

It takes a single stroke to cut it. An ordinary mortal could work himself to death and still not be able to cut more than a few rows.

Hire monks to collect it?

That costs spirit stones.

The harvesting cost for one acre of spirit field is at least one spirit stone.

Ten mu is one piece.

For ordinary cultivators, this is not a large sum.

Although Su Wanqing possessed a spiritual well and rice paddies, she was never valued by her family.

Chen Hao has no assets whatsoever.

Ten spirit stones, and the two of them felt the pinch.

If she doesn't hire anyone, can she rely on herself alone?

Although she possesses spiritual roots, she is still quite young, and her cultivation level is only at the first level of Qi Refining.

She would have to work from dawn till dusk for half a month to cultivate ten acres of spiritual fields by herself.

Leaving aside whether she could finish harvesting before the rainstorm, the spiritual energy consumed in these ten days alone was enough to severely damage her vitality.

As for Chen Hao...

Su Wanqing glanced at him, her gaze lingering on his body for a moment before shifting away.

Although he spoke with great pride last night, in the end, he was just an old guard at the second level of Qi Refining.

He still has old injuries on his body.

If you let him work in the fields, he'd probably have to lie down after harvesting just three rows.

It's better to hope God won't rain than to rely on him.

"What is the lady worried about?"

Su Wanqing hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

"In another half month, the autumn floods will arrive. This is the case every year in the Qingzhushan area. When the rice ripens, there will always be torrential rains."

"If the rice cannot be harvested before the rainstorm, the grains will fall off on their own once the spiritual rice is soaked by the rain, and the spiritual energy will dissipate, ruining this season's harvest."

She paused, then sighed.

"Hiring someone would cost at least ten spirit stones. I... I'm short on cash. I can afford it, but this would take away more than half of it."

"Why don't you try it first? Collect as much as you can. If it's too late, I'll hire someone else."

When she said "give it a try," her tone clearly lacked confidence.

Chen Hao smiled.

"lady."

"Um?"

"Now I'll go harvest the rice."

Su Wanqing was taken aback.

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

Chen Hao turned and walked into the courtyard, where he found a spirit sickle in the storeroom.

The scythe felt heavy in my hand, and the blade was engraved with the most basic sharp array patterns, which required the infusion of spiritual power to activate.

He weighed the sickle in his hand and strode toward the spirit field.

"Why!"

Su Wanqing took two steps after him, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

She wanted to say, "Take it easy, don't push yourself, come back when you're tired."

But when she looked at Chen Hao's straight back, she swallowed the words back.

This was the same back view of the person who said last night that he would earn everything back for her.

Fine, let him give it a try.

At worst, I can just hire someone else when he's exhausted.

……

Chen Hao walked into the field and stood on the edge of the field.

Looking out, the ten acres of spiritual fields resemble a golden ocean.

The rice stalks are as thick as bamboo chopsticks, and the rice ears hang heavily, each grain plump and round.

He took a deep breath and gripped the sickle tightly.

Within his dantian, the surge of qi and blood that had just been condensed and strengthened the previous night began to flow slowly, like a wild bull being awakened.

Iron Rhinoceros Skill.

Although this exercise is a body-strengthening Gongga, its core lies in the four words "strengthening Qi and blood".

Standing meditation is a static exercise, while incorporating the method of circulating qi and blood into every movement is a dynamic exercise.

Harvesting rice can also be considered another form of spiritual practice.

Chen Hao lowered his stance, grabbed a clump of spirit rice with his left hand, and swung his sickle with his right.

The array patterns on the blade glowed faintly, and the spiritual energy infused within transformed into a faint sharpness that cut into the rice stalk.

"Snap!"

A knife.

Just one cut.

The three stalks of sacred rice were severed at the root.