: Being Watched, There's Nothing You Can Do About It

A hint of hostility flashed in his eyes as he looked at the counselor, but out of consideration for Ye Rou, he could only force a smile and say, "Yang Ding is right, Tianyou, you can't use your own noble character to judge others."

"Dad is right, we shouldn't bother arguing with a gigolo."

After Xiang Tianyou finished speaking, he looked at Ye Rou with a fawning expression.

"Instructor Ye, please forgive me for my rudeness."

"Then you'd better be more mindful in the future and not offend them again," Ye Rou said irritably.

"Instructor Ye's words of advice are correct. It is important to know your own limitations. I request to fight Yang Ding in the close combat section of the monthly exam. After all, he has been personally trained by you, so he is probably no worse than an ordinary awakened person like me."

"In close combat, the instructors will assign students of similar skill levels."

Ye Rou rolled her eyes speechlessly, then took Yang Ding's hand and prepared to leave.

Xiang Tianyou persisted, saying, "If I remember correctly, the monthly exam challenge encourages free challenges. If the opponent doesn't dare to accept, they have to automatically admit defeat."

Yang Ding stopped, turned around and looked at the father and son dogs, "If you have the guts, then submit your application."

Ye Rou dragged Yang Ding away, saying, "What's wrong with you? You only need to prove that you've mastered the basics in the monthly exam. He reached the first-grade lower realm before he even enrolled."

"There's nothing we can do about being targeted."

Ye Rou sighed and instructed, "He's very jealous that you married such a beautiful wife like me. He'll try to kill you. Giving up on the spot will only affect your class assignment, not your major. Do you understand?"

"Okay, I'll listen to my wife this time."

Ye Rou pointed at Yang Ding, "Keep your word. Don't be reckless. If you get seriously injured, it will take you a long time to recover, given your abilities."

"Um!"

Yang Ding was prepared to admit defeat in front of everyone when he accepted the challenge.

He couldn't allow anyone to test his true strength.

The purpose of diligently practicing advanced martial arts skills every day is to kill, not to compete or perform.

He had not been cultivated by the empire and did not need to be loyal to the empire; he only needed to serve himself and his family.

His primary goal now is to eliminate the counselor so that his good friend Hu Feng can have a way out.

As long as he puts on a convincing performance, the student council and law enforcement team won't suspect him.

Xiang Tianyou watched as Yang Ding, with his arm around the shapely Ye Rou, disappeared into the crowd, his fists clenched tightly.

"Dad, based on your experience, do you think Yang Ding can break through to the lower first-grade cultivation level with Instructor Ye's help?"

"That's impossible. At most, they can only pass the Awakener Test. Martial artists who cannot awaken before the age of eighteen will take a year to break through to the lower first rank, even if they are forced to do so with the best resources."

"I'm currently trying to break through to the middle stage of the first rank, so crippling him shouldn't be a problem."

His wife, somewhat puzzled, asked, "Honey, you didn't know Yang Ding before, you had no grudge against him, why did you want to cripple him?"

"Don't ask too many questions about men's affairs."

"Are you also interested in Instructor Ye? Even if you cripple Yang Ding, it's not your turn..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiang Tianyou slapped his wife hard across the face.

"You're so ugly and you still talk so much nonsense. I'll cut your tongue out if you're not careful."

"Dad, look at Tianyou..."

Xiang Bin also slapped his daughter-in-law across the face, saying, "You should respect your husband. If you don't know how to be respectful, you have no right to be my Xiang family's daughter-in-law."

In this era of polygamy, women who oppose their husbands taking new wives are considered unvirtuous.

Xiang Bin, a pig-raising instructor, has already married three beautiful concubines.

Yang Ding, with his young wife in his arms, swaggered around the weapons market.

When he arrived at the martial arts section, after careful consideration, he chose a book called "Nine Sword Techniques".

"Honey, I'll practice this."

"Are you sure you don't want to practice your sword skills?"

"Yes, I want to practice swordsmanship."

Ye Rou couldn't persuade him otherwise; it was better than him wanting to practice shooting. "Alright, then you'll have to buy another shield."

"Okay, I'll listen to my wife."

The "Nine Forms of Sword" only costs 10,000 yuan, which is considered a cheap and common item. You can find a second-hand one at school for only 5,000 yuan, because there are only two types of people who practice this sword technique.

One type is the low-level martial artist, equipped with a shield for close combat, sufficient for maintaining order in the law enforcement team.

Another type is the Grandmaster level expert of the ninth rank or above, who controls the sword with qi, and even with the same move, the power can be ten thousand times greater.

Mid-level martial artists prefer techniques that rely on brute force and miraculous results, while these refined and elegant methods are less appealing.

Ye Rou wanted to buy better swords and shields, eyeing high-end products, but Yang Ding was not happy about it.

"The hardness of the Black Gold Shield is equivalent to the physical enhancement level of a seventh-grade martial artist, which can protect you very well."

"But this thing costs 200,000 yuan. If we buy a black gold sword as well, it will cost 500,000 yuan in total, my wife."

"Five hundred thousand it is, you'll use it for the rest of your life anyway."

"No, no, I don't want that. I only want the sword."

Yang Ding never expected his young wife to be so willing to spend money on him, asking for 500,000 yuan right off the bat.

His choice to practice swordsmanship was merely a cover-up, since he didn't need to specifically train his marksmanship; he could simply copy it from his wife.

He will use gun techniques when killing experts, and sword techniques to cover his tracks at other times.

The Wujin Sword is entirely dark blue-black, forged from the strongest materials on Earth. It has an eight-sided Han sword design, exquisite and beautiful, and can cut through iron like mud.

Although it's a bit expensive, it can be used for a long time and will retain its value even if resold. Carrying a shield would just be a burden.

At the current pace of their relationship, he will be able to break through to the fourth or even fifth rank in cultivation within a year. His body will be strengthened and his defense will be improved. Which expert would need a shield then?

Ignoring Ye Rou's objections, Yang Ding randomly chose a shield worth 20,000 yuan.

Ye Rou hadn't expected her pig-farming husband to be so stubborn, so she had no choice but to swipe her card to pay.

"You're so disobedient. Don't blame me, your wife, for not warning you if you get hurt in the future."

"320,000 is already a lot."

Yang Ding, carrying a shield on his back, holding a black gold sword in his left hand, and holding Ye Rou's hand with his right, left the mall with an arrogant air.

The sales assistant in the mall was a part-time martial arts academy student. Instead of being excited about selling high-end goods, she grumbled and cursed.

"Why does this good-for-nothing get to sleep with Instructor Ye? Why does he get to use the Black Gold Sword? It's infuriating to compare people like this!"

Back home, Ye Rou took off her outer shirt and threw it on the sofa, revealing her white camisole.

"I'll transfer my inner energy to you first, then I'll take a shower and go to sleep."

Yang Ding didn't actually need her to transmit true qi; he'd rather just take a nap than have that much true qi.

He sat on the sofa and took off his T-shirt.

"It's not like we're doing *that*, you don't need to strip naked, Mr. Yang."

"How can you transmit true energy without taking off your clothes?"

Speechless!

Just as Ye Rou was about to gather her strength, Yang Ding kissed her.

"Waaah, what's your hurry? The skill hasn't been passed on yet, and I haven't even taken a bath."

"Send it after you're done, then wash it all together, and send it while you wash."

"Then what's the point of spreading it, Mr. Yang..."

"Call me husband."

"husband."

【Affection Level: 5%↑, +0.1%】

[Cultivation Progress: 5.2%↑, +0.1%]

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【Affection Level: 5.1%↑, +0.1%】

[Cultivation Progress: 5.3%↑, +0.1%]

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【Affection Level: 5.2%↑, +0.1%】

[Cultivation Progress: 5.4%↑, +0.1%]

.........

【Affection Level: 6.1%↑, +0.9%】

[Cultivation Progress: 6.3%↑, +0.9%]

[Ding, congratulations host, you have reached the mid-stage of the first rank cultivation level.]

[Muscles and bones have been tempered; punching power is 1200 jin.]

[The second level of the Soul-Severing Spear Technique, the three-step trembling and blocking technique, has been unlocked. Please practice it extensively and engage in actual combat as soon as possible to accumulate combat experience.]