, it can't be that fast, right?

Ye Rou woke up in Yang Ding's arms the next morning.

The sofa is too narrow, so we can only sleep on top of each other.

They agreed it was just a temporary marriage, but Yang Ding treated her like his real wife and slept with her constantly.

Ye Rou angrily punched Yang Ding's chest several times.

"What are you doing? You keep fiddling with it, and you're interrupting my flow of internal energy to you."

"It's okay, honey, we've lost now."

Another flurry of tiny pink punches followed, "Losing now, losing now... you're late for morning exercises."

Ye Rou quickly got up, dressed, and washed up before going to Yangding to refine the Peiyuan Pill.

She persists so persistently in order to prepare for the future.

But Yang Ding didn't need these things at all. The energy of the Peiyuan Pill was too low, so it had little value to him.

But he couldn't stop his wife's good intentions.

"Mr. Yang, could you heat up my breakfast for me? It will take me at least half an hour to refine my pills."

"Call me your husband and I'll go."

"You really like it when I call you husband?"

"Yes."

"Husband, husband, father-in-law, father-in-law...is that enough?"

Yang Ding heated up the food for the two of them and then rushed to catch the elevator. To prove that he practiced swordsmanship, he even brought along the "Nine Sword Styles" manual and the Black Gold Sword.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Ye's new husband, Xiao Yang? You've chosen to practice swordsmanship?" an old fire mage asked.

"Yes, the Ninth Sword Style."

"Why not practice shooting?"

"Shooting isn't something just anyone can do. Among all the young people in our Jiangling City, only Ye Rou has become a master shooter."

"Yes, yes, yes, we forgot that this child hasn't awakened yet."

When they arrived at the playground, a bunch of high school classmates surrounded them, asking all sorts of questions. They weren't interested in practicing swordsmanship or shooting, but when they heard that the sword cost 300,000 yuan, they were all incredibly envious.

Based on their post-graduation monthly salary of 3000, it would take them seven or eight years to save up without eating or drinking.

Only Hu Feng showed no interest whatsoever, standing silently there, clutching his back, his expression pained.

His back injury was quite serious; he couldn't sleep all night because of the pain. His wife, Ugly, kept nagging him all night because she wanted to be allocated a two-bedroom apartment at the pig farm as soon as possible, which would require having three children.

As it stands, Hu Fengsheng has no interest in any of them.

Luo Guihua believes that he was led astray by Yang Ding.

"Hu Feng, come and take a look! This black gold sword is ridiculously expensive. From now on, we'll only be able to see pig-slaughtering knives, and we'll never have the chance to see such high-end goods again," a classmate shouted.

Hu Feng actually wanted to see, and he glanced at Yang Ding.

Yang Ding ignored him and instead put his sword away.

"Alright, alright, it's almost time for exercises."

Luo Guihua sneered, "Oh, oh, oh, our top dog is about to leave the pigsty, and he's starting to look down on the good brother who used to bring him food."

"What the hell are you talking about? You can respect your husband, but it's not like I'm the one living with him," Yang Ding cursed.

"Get out of here, don't interfere with my Hu Feng taking care of the sow."

After the exercise started, Yang Ding danced very happily, waving his big sword, which scared the other students into making way for him.

Hu Feng could only endure the back pain and grit his teeth to keep jumping. If he didn't move at all, the patrolling teachers would report him to the counselor, and he would be beaten.

Back in the classroom, Xiang Bin was already waiting for him.

Yang Ding didn't give his son any face last night, so today he plans to take revenge on Hu Feng.

Xiang Bin switched to a different ruler, clapped his hands, and arrogantly lectured the students.

"I just received a notice from the school that the end of the month is the peak production period at Jiangling Livestock Farm, and all of you are required to go and help. If you are not skilled enough and kill the piglets, be prepared to be beaten."

"You are not allowed to get up and move around for four hours this morning. Don't tell me you have back pain."

Hu Feng was already sweating profusely.

Even a fool could tell this was targeted at him. First, they injured his back, then he had to endure four hours of torture. Who could stand that?

Yang Ding never expected that even though he had already severed ties with Hu Feng, this scoundrel of a counselor was still targeting him.

A mere reprimand is insufficient to justify the crimes Xiang Bin committed against his students; only death will suffice.

"What's Yang Ding thinking about?" Xiang Bin asked.

"Report to the counselor, I wasn't thinking about anything."

"You have to take the martial arts academy exam at the end of the month, so go practice your skills. Let your classmates do the dirty and tiring work."

"Thank you, counselor."

Xiang Bin certainly didn't mean it that way; he mainly wanted to see what level Yang Ding was at.

The father and son looked down on Yang Ding, but dared not underestimate Ye Rou.

Yang Ding opened the "Nine Sword Techniques," drew his black gold sword, and began practicing the moves.

Because he deliberately concealed his strength, he soon became breathless and covered in sweat.

Looking at his clumsy moves, Xiang Bin knew that his son had the upper hand.

"Is swordplay really that tiring?"

"There's nothing I can do, counselor. My wife says I can't accumulate a lot of internal energy; it's all used up after playing for a while."

"That's what happens when you're not awakened. Even if Instructor Ye were willing to transfer his inner energy to you, you still wouldn't be able to withstand it."

"Could you ask your son to withdraw his application? I don't want to compete with him anymore," Yang Ding asked timidly.

A sinister glint flashed across Xiang Bin's face. "Who told you to provoke my son? His weapon is an eighty-pound meteorite iron battle axe. Good luck!"

Yang Ding's eyes lit up. "Wouldn't that be very expensive?"

"That's right, the loan alone is 500,000. Although meteorite iron is not as good as black gold, the weight of the battle axe is more than ten times that of the sword."

Just then, the system in Yang Ding's mind suddenly popped up.

【Affection Level: 11.1%↑, +5%】

[Cultivation Progress: 11.3%↑, +5%]

[Ding, congratulations host, you have broken through to the Upper First Rank.]

[Muscles and bones have been tempered; punching power is 1600 jin.]

[The second level of the Soul-Severing Spear Technique, the Three-Step Shaking, Thrusting, and Blocking Forms, has been unlocked. Please practice diligently and engage in actual combat as soon as possible to accumulate combat experience.]

Powerful true energy instantly spread throughout Yang Ding's body, making him feel light and airy, with sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Holy crap, what's going on? How did it suddenly jump so much?"

"It's never increased by five percent before. Has Ye Rou suddenly had a breakthrough, or...?"

"It won't be that fast."

The system also prevented him from chatting, and Yang Ding wished he could finish class and go home immediately, but it was only 7:30 in the morning.

Although technology was relatively advanced at that time, non-combatants were not allowed to possess communication tools, which made it easier for the empire to rule.

……

Martial Arts Academy.

After finishing her close combat class for freshmen, Ye Rou hurriedly went to the Superpower Academy to find her best friend, Fang Jing.

Fang Jing is teaching a class on the theory of portable domains to her students. She only has twelve students in total.

There are only twelve space-related ability users across all four grades at Jiangling University.

"Today we're talking about portable domains, which, simply put, are spatial storage spaces. Essentially, they represent the taming and refining of 'spatial folds.'"

"It's like carving out a private space in the gaps of dimensions with an invisible carving knife. It requires not only the precise control of supernatural abilities, but also a deep understanding of the laws of space."

After saying that, she stretched out her slender finger and drew a line in the air, creating a 30-centimeter-long spatial rift out of thin air.

"You can store cash or weapons in here, but only you can find them..."

Ye Rou knocked on the classroom door. "Instructor Fang, could you please come out for a moment? It's urgent."

Seeing that she was very flustered, Fang Jing knew that something was wrong, so she quickly left the students and went out.

"What happened?"

"I...I think I'm pregnant."