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

The Iron Rhinoceros Skill not only gave him a tough skin and increased strength, but also a keen perception of "power" itself.

Every muscle exertion and every flow of blood and qi was clearly reflected in his mind.

The angle of the swing, the amount of force applied, the timing of retracting the blade...

Everything has an optimal solution.

He swung his knife again.

"Snap!"

Five plants.

the third time.

"Snap!"

Eight plants.

Chen Hao's speed increased.

As the sun gradually set, more and more rice stubble appeared behind us, neatly arranged in row after row.

A row.

Two rows.

Three ridges.

……

The sun is high in the sky.

Su Wanqing, carrying a bamboo basket, walked along the ridge of the field.

The basket contained a bowl of ghoul rice, a dish of pickled vegetables, and a pot of cold tea.

As she walked, she pondered in her mind.

With Chen Hao's physique, how much could he cut?

Two rows, no, five rows?

Five rows of rice paddies may sound like a lot, but ten acres of land have more than two hundred rows.

At this rate, even if the two of them didn't eat or drink and harvested until the torrential rain came, they still wouldn't be able to finish a third of the harvest.

Forget it.

I'll go hire someone this afternoon.

It's a bit expensive, but it's still better than the rice rotting in the field.

She sighed, looked up, and prepared to call Chen Hao for dinner.

then.

She froze on the edge of the field.

The bamboo basket slipped from his hands and crashed to the ground with a "bang," scattering the sacred rice all over the ground.

What did she see?

In the spirit field, from one end to the other, the rice stubble is arranged in a straight line as if it had been combed.

The line stretched out, all the way to the edge of the field of vision.

One row. Two rows... seven rows, eight rows... ten rows.

Ten rows in total!

All morning.

One morning!

Su Wanqing rubbed her eyes hard and looked again.

It's still ten rows.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

How is that possible?

That's spirit rice! Not ordinary rice!

Even for ordinary cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining, managing to cut three to five rows in a morning is already an extraordinary feat, even with their best efforts.

But what about Chen Hao?

Second level of Qi Refining.

He has injuries.

The old nurse just got married last night.

Ten rows in one morning.

This……

Su Wanqing's gaze searched through the rice paddies and finally found the figure.

Chen Hao was squatting at the end of the tenth row, his sickle still swinging steadily and precisely.

His movements showed no sign of fatigue.

With a single stroke, several stalks of spirit rice were severed at the root.

It was clean and efficient, like slicing tofu.

"Madam, what brings you here?"

Su Wanqing quickly stepped forward, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, and stood on tiptoe to wipe the sweat from his forehead and cheeks.

"Are you tired?"

She asked, her voice much softer than usual.

"fine."

"What do you mean 'not bad'? You've cut so many this morning, are you made of iron?"

Chen Hao stretched his shoulders.

"It's strange, but the more I do it, the more comfortable I feel."

Su Wanqing glared at him.

"Nonsense, how can you expect to feel more comfortable while working?"

She glanced at Chen Hao and noticed that his breathing was steady and long, without any rush, his eyes were clear and bright, and his complexion had a healthy rosy glow.

This man... seems really different from yesterday.

She lowered her head, her gaze falling on his arm.

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing clearly defined forearms with muscles that, while not bulging, were as taut as if cast in iron.

"Your arm..."

Su Wanqing couldn't help but reach out and poke it.

hard.

It's as hard as a rock.

"I made a slight breakthrough in my training last night."

Chen Hao spoke of it casually.

Su Wanqing's eyes welled up with tears again.

last night.

Last night was their wedding night.

The man didn't stay in the room; instead, he practiced his martial arts in the courtyard all night.

Although she had no intention of sleeping together, the man hadn't taken the initiative to pounce on her because of her stunning figure and beauty.

I felt wronged for quite a while.

It turns out he wasn't disgusted.

He went to cultivate himself.

"Husband, please eat first, or the food will get cold."

Chen Hao took the bowl, shoveled the rice into his mouth in a few bites, and then drank the herbal tea in one gulp.

"We can harvest another ten rows this afternoon."

"you!"

Su Wanqing became anxious.

"Are you out of your mind? Ten rows this morning isn't enough? Take a break this afternoon!"

"lady."

Chen Hao looked at her with a serious expression.

"The downpour won't wait for anyone."

Su Wanqing opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He was right.

The downpour won't wait for anyone.

If the ten acres of spirit rice cannot be harvested within three days, the entire harvest will be ruined once the rain soaks the rice.

Ling rice is the most important source of income.

If the harvest fails, she'll have to tighten her belt for the entire next year. Without sufficient spiritual energy, breaking through her cultivation level will be even more difficult. By the time the sun was setting, Chen Hao had already finished harvesting one acre of spiritual field.

He straightened up, looked at the neat rice stubble behind him, and exhaled a long breath.

Su Wanqing stood at the end of the field ridge, holding a lantern in her hand. The twilight stretched her plump figure long.

"Let's go back."

Back in the courtyard, Su Wanqing boiled water and tapped his chest.

"You're covered in sweat; you're not allowed into the main room until you've washed yourself clean."

Chen Hao smiled and carried the wooden bucket to the side room.

By the time he dried himself off and came out, it was completely dark.

He pushed open the door.

Su Wanqing sat on the edge of the bed, having already changed her clothes.

The moon-white nightgown was made of a very thin, almost transparent material, with the neckline loosely open, revealing a section of her snow-white collarbone.

Her long, black hair cascaded down, partially obscuring her chest, the ends still damp, clearly indicating she had just washed it.

A beautiful woman looks more charming the more you look at her under the lamplight.

If it's the bride, then it's even more exciting.

"What are you standing there for? Close the door."

Chen Hao did as instructed and closed the door.

"You've had a hard day today, are you tired?"

Su Wanqing took a step.

The tight-fitting pajamas outlined the alluring curves between her waist and plump hips.

Her figure was already exceptionally voluptuous, plump and juicy, and now it was covered by a thin garment.

It's big where it should be big, and perky where it should be perky.

Chen Hao smelled the faint scent of soap on her body, as well as the warmth emanating from deep within her skin.

At this moment, Su Wanqing spoke up.

"Why did you go to practice martial arts last night?"

Chen Hao was taken aback.

He couldn't possibly say it was a reward for testing his cheat ability, so he smiled and quickly made a decision.

"Because we want to give the lady a good life."

Upon hearing this, Su Wanqing paused for a moment before speaking.

"What about tonight?"

"Could you please skip your martial arts practice tonight?"

She raised her hand and gently touched Chen Hao's chest with her fingertips.

Chen Hao took her hand.

"Have you thought it through?"

Su Wanqing did not break free; instead, she slipped her fingers through his and intertwined them.

"What have you decided?"

"Giving birth in bed."

"There's no time like the present."

"There's no need to prepare for pregnancy. Those who cultivate immortality have abundant qi and blood; they might conceive at any time."

She spoke with conviction, but her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Don't leave tonight."

The lights flickered and one went out.

When he lifted Su Wanqing up in his arms, she let out a soft cry and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

The ties of the nightgown had come undone at some point.

The originally moon-white fabric slid down, revealing a dazzling expanse of snow-white.

Su Wanqing lay on the bed, her long hair spread out on the pillow like a piece of black silk.

Her breathing quickened, and her chest rose and fell slightly with each breath.

Those two full, enormous peaks.

Her curves were subtly revealed beneath the thin nightgown, making them even more prominent.

"Husband, please go and turn off the light."

She turned her face away, her voice barely audible.

Chen Hao did not turn off the light.

He lowered his head, his gaze slowly sweeping over her body.

"you……"

Before she could finish speaking, she was pressed down by a body.

Heavy and urgent, carrying the brute force accumulated throughout the day while harvesting rice, it was like a wild beast that had finally broken free of its reins.

Su Wanqing initially tried to push him away.

But when I placed my hand on his chest, I found that his chest was very broad and as hard as a wall.

The candlelight inside the tent flickered.

Su Wanqing let out a short sound.

She then bit her lip, swallowing the rest of the sound.

Chen Hao looked at Su Wanqing, and his movements were not particularly gentle.

The Iron Rhinoceros Skill endowed him not only with hardened skin and bones, but also with an almost instinctive, savage aggressiveness.

Su Wanqing initially held back her voice, but later she couldn't help herself and let out a few intermittent sounds.

The voice was as soft as spring water in March.

"You...you be gentle..."

She said it indistinctly.

Chen Hao lowered his head and kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Didn't you say, 'There's no time like the present'?"

Su Wanqing angrily punched him, the force so light it was like a tickle.

The candlelight in the tent finally went out.

In the darkness, only panting and rustling sounds remained.

She never knew.

A man's physical strength can be this good.

I don't know how much time passed, but everything finally fell silent.

She collapsed into Chen Hao's arms, completely powerless, unable to even lift a finger.

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window paper.

Su Wanqing opened her eyes.

She found herself sleeping in Chen Hao's arms in an extremely embarrassing position.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and held onto his clothes with one hand, as if afraid he would run away in the middle of the night.

She tried to turn over and get up, but as soon as she moved, she hissed from the soreness.

Last night... was too crazy.

"You... are like a bull."

She muttered to herself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the thick arm suddenly tightened.

Su Wanqing was startled and looked up, only to meet Chen Hao's open eyes.

Those eyes were perfectly clear, showing no trace of the drowsiness of someone who had just woken up.

"You're pretending to be asleep!"

"No," Chen Hao's voice was hoarse from the early morning, "I just woke up."

Su Wanqing didn't believe it and tried to break free from his embrace, but found that her whole body was weak and she couldn't muster any strength.

"Let me go, it's time to get up."

"Lie down a little longer."

"No, I still have to cook today..."

Chen Hao did not let go.

Su Wanqing struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so she simply gave up and buried her face back in his chest.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly spoke.

"Do you even know what you looked like last night?"

"Like what?"

"Like a giant iron ox."

Chen Hao looked down at her.

Su Wanqing raised her face, her expression one of contentment after being thoroughly fed.

"You have inexhaustible strength and boundless energy. I must have owed you something in my past life."

……

Half a month later.

When the downpour came, Chen Hao was sitting on the porch sharpening his knife.

The rain was heavy and torrential, with large raindrops pounding on the tiles, making a loud pattering sound.

The branches and leaves of the old locust tree were battered and bent by the rain.

Even the yard quickly accumulated a shallow layer of water, and the murky muddy water gushed out along the drainage ditch at the base of the wall.

Su Wanqing peeked out of the house, glanced outside, and then shrank back inside.

"Thankfully, we finished collecting them."

Her voice came from inside the house, carrying a mixture of relief and lingering fear.

Chen Hao didn't reply. He simply rinsed the sharpened sickle in clean water, dried it, and hung it on the knife rack on the wall.

He had already nurtured the sharp array pattern on the blade with his spiritual power, so it would be even more effective when used next time.

The ten acres of spiritual fields have finally been harvested.

On the evening of the day the last row was harvested, Su Wanqing stood on the edge of the field, looking at the neat stubble of rice covering the field, and remained silent for a long time.

Then she turned around and went into the yard, where she prepared a table of dishes.

Three dishes and one soup.

There's plenty of spiritual rice.

That was the most satisfying meal Chen Hao had ever had since he transmigrated.

It rained for five days straight.

On the evening of the fifth day, the rain subsided slightly.

Chen Hao put on a raincoat and went for a walk in the fields.

He had dug the drainage ditch in advance, and the water from the ten acres of land flowed into the stream at the foot of the mountain.

The rice stubble turned black from being soaked in rainwater.

But the rice, a full three thousand catties of spirit rice, was now safely piled up in the granary in the backyard, covered tightly with an oilcloth.

After inspecting the drainage ditch, he was about to head back when he saw several people walking towards him on the mountain path in the distance.

These were several families from a branch of the Su family, all living at the foot of this back mountain. The leader was an elderly cultivator in his fifties, with a Qi Refining level of four. His surname was Wang, and he had been married into the Su family for over twenty years.

"Uncle Wang."

Chen Hao greeted him.

Uncle Wang raised his head, revealing a sorrowful face. The people behind him also looked grave, some of them muttering curses under their breath.

"Chen Hao," Uncle Wang stopped and glanced at the rice paddies behind him, "your rice...is it all harvested?"

"All collected."

"It's all collected, it's all collected."

Uncle Wang repeated it twice, his tone full of bitterness.

Chen Hao frowned slightly and looked at the people behind him.

"Uncle Wang, your fields..."

"Don't even mention it."

Behind Uncle Wang, a man in his thirties stomped his foot angrily, splashing up a cloud of muddy water.

"Damn it, God! Why did it have to rain right when the rice was ripe? My family has ten acres of land, and we only harvested three acres. The rest are all soaked! The rice husks fall apart as soon as it gets wet, and now the fields are full of bare stalks, with the rice grains rotting in the mud!"

"At least your family harvested three mu."

The other person smiled wryly.

"My eight acres of land are in low-lying areas, and the drainage ditches weren't dug properly. After one rain, it was all flooded. This year's work has been for nothing."

Uncle Wang sighed.

"It's similar on my end. I have twenty acres of land, and I managed to harvest eight acres. The remaining twelve acres... sigh."

Chen Hao remained silent for a while.

"Where are the rest of the clan?"

"They're about the same."

Uncle Wang shook his head.

"The main family's land is on higher ground, so the losses will be less. But most of the collateral branches' fields are at the foot of the mountain. After this rain, they'll be lucky if they can save half of their harvest. As for you, who harvested everything..."

He glanced at Chen Hao, his gaze somewhat complicated.

"You're the only one living in this area behind the mountain."