Who is your wife?

After the counselor's instructions, the students' enthusiasm for practice in the afternoon was completely different.

They all trained like their lives depended on it, refusing to rest even when their legs were weak.

If you don't risk your life now, you might lose it when you go down into the cave at the end of the month.

Mao Jian practiced until he was panting heavily and drenched in sweat, then plopped down on the ground.

"I hate my mom so much! I was doing perfectly fine on the farm, why did she have to send me here to die? Do you even think I'm her biological child?"

Yang Ding was still practicing his Soul-Severing Spear.

"Instead of complaining, you should focus on your training. Do you think you're safe just because you're holed up on the farm? If the White Walkers can attack farms, they can attack farms too."

"You're right."

The counselor walked over to Yang Ding and looked at him for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

"What are you practicing?"

"Report to the counselor, I am practicing the Nine Forms of Sword."

"Is this the Ninth Form of Swordplay?"

"Yes, this is the Sweeping Sword Style."

Yang Ding gestured, noting that the Sweeping Sword Style and the Shaking Spear Style were somewhat similar.

But the counselor, being a worldly person, sensed that something was amiss.

"Did you teach yourself, or did someone teach you?"

"My wife taught me."

"Who's your wife? She can teach you? Has she awakened her powers? Does she know martial arts?"

"My wife's name is Ye Rou, she should be able to teach, right?"

"Ahem, you must be Yang Ding?"

The counselor immediately understood, "No wonder your swordplay is neither sword nor spear fighting. Okay, keep practicing."

With a wife like Ye Rou, he, as a counselor, can't offer any guidance anymore, and he's prepared to give up.

Yang Ding is definitely the one you don't have to worry about the most.

When school was over, Yang Ding checked the system.

After practicing for a day, I discovered that my cultivation progress had actually increased by 0.2%, and the experience points for the Soul-Severing Spear Technique had increased by 1%.

0.2% may seem like a small amount, incomparable to what you get from your wife, but a wife's affection is limited.

Even if she loves herself 100%, her cultivation level is still limited.

If Yang Ding wants to surpass Ye Rou in martial arts cultivation, he has to rely on his own efforts.

At least at the martial arts academy, you don't have to serve sows, and you have plenty of time to cultivate every day, so your progress is indeed fast.

Yang Ding went to the instructors' building to find his wife. Ignoring the strange looks from the instructors, he inquired everywhere about Ye Rou's office address.

It seemed like she was asserting her dominance over the male instructors who secretly admired Ye Rou.

Ye Rou was writing a report in her office about the battle with the White Walkers and an assessment of their combat strength.

The female teaching assistant knocked on the door. "Instructor Ye, Yang Ding is here. May we let him in?"

Ye Rou glanced at her watch. "He's probably here to pick me up from get off work. Let him come in and wait."

"There are a lot of people watching outside."

"What's so interesting about it?"

Ye Rou quickly went out, took Yang Ding's hand, and went into her office. She then closed the door and drew the blinds.

"Honey, wait a minute, I'll leave as soon as I finish the report."

"Isn't Sister Jing treating us to dinner tonight? Why don't you call her from the landline?"

"She just called me. She's going to pick up the child from the maternity hospital first. We'll treat her to dinner tonight; she already spent a lot at lunch."

While Ye Rou was typing and writing, Yang Ding was practicing the Nine Forms of Sword with two fingers forming a sword shape.

There are still words in his mouth.

"The first move, 'Sweeping Sword Stars Over the Wilderness,' conceals its sharpness and guards its simplicity, moving only according to the situation. Internal energy slowly rises from the dantian, flowing along the meridians of the arm and into the sword, like the first glimmer of starlight, revealing its sharpness yet concealing vitality."

Ye Rou, who was working, would occasionally look up at her husband.

She discovered that Yang Ding was not only very focused, but also that his sword-swinging technique was very well practiced, even possessing a similar charm to her spear-shaking technique.

"Honey, you're not some kind of martial arts genius who seems to achieve great things through seemingly simple techniques, are you? I haven't stumbled upon a treasure, have I?"

"If I were a genius, I would have awakened to this long ago."

Ye Rou put down her work and shook her head.

"No, no, no, the awakening we're talking about is just the awakening of bodily functions. But many martial arts awakeners are blockheads, possessing only brute strength but unable to understand the techniques."

"There is another type of martial arts prodigy who has an extremely strong ability to comprehend techniques. Although his own energy may be a little weaker, he can always overcome his inferiors and defeat opponents of higher levels in actual combat."

Yang Ding was drawn to his wife's explanation. He had been looking for a reasonable explanation to justify his awesomeness in the future.

Isn't this it? Instead of deliberately relying on brute force, starting with cultivation techniques is a good approach.

"Wife, if I practice my skills well enough in the future, my cultivation level won't be too bad, right?"

"That's right. As long as you make good use of your true energy, you can fight a third-rank martial artist with a second-rank martial artist, and a fourth-rank martial artist with a third-rank martial artist. Our standard for measuring martial arts ranks is strength, which is not entirely reasonable."

"Should we switch to a more powerful cultivation technique?"

"No, no, no, husband, the Nine Swords Form is perfect for you. The Nine Swords Form looks simple, but it is actually not easy. The basic techniques contain endless variations of moves and martial arts essence."

"Many grandmasters love the Nine Forms of Sword the most. If you master this, you'll look incredibly stylish and cool when you fight."

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

Ye Rou was in a great mood. She didn't want to bother with the email she was going to send to the law enforcement team. She took Yang Ding's hand and left the office to go to the maternal and child health hospital to have dinner with Fang Jing.

Fang Dalong is off work tonight and has come all this way to visit his sister.

He was a good younger brother, worried that his sister might be depressed after losing her husband.

But in reality, Fang Jing is in much better condition than last week.

He carried the child and came down with Fang Jing. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, the child saw Yang Ding and stretched out his hands, calling out, "Daddy... Daddy..."

Yang Ding didn't stand on ceremony and took it from Fang Dalong's arms.

"Oh my, my darling, you've become even cuter after just one day apart."

Fang Dalong, as the uncle, felt offended.

He quickly glanced at his sister and found that she was actually smiling, showing no sign of anger at all.

"Sister, the child keeps calling Yang Ding 'Dad.' If your husband is watching from heaven, won't he be unhappy?"

"What's there to be unhappy about? Your brother-in-law has never even seen the child. When I was pregnant, he couldn't wait to run off to the Northern Border. He only thought about improving his cultivation and didn't come back for two years."

As Fang Jing spoke, she felt particularly wronged, and her eyes reddened.

Ye Rou glared at Fang Dalong, "Can you please stop bringing this up? Your sister is only just starting to feel better."

Okay, let's not talk about it anymore.

Fang Dalong could understand his sister's words. The two siblings grew up in the Jiangling Empire's Maternal and Child Health Hospital and could only see their parents once every two or three years, so they didn't have much of a relationship.

The four of them went to a stir-fry restaurant for dinner. Fang Dalong was even more confused when he heard that Fang Jing had moved to Ye Rou's house.

Could it be that my sister, who always has very high standards, is also interested in Yang Ding?