Who do you think you are?

After returning home from dinner, Fang Jing took care of the child while doing laundry, while Ye Rou increased the amount of true energy she channeled into Yang Ding.

He also had to go to the rooftop to practice his skills and absorb and digest this true energy.

Ye Rou wanted to go along and give him some guidance, but Yang Ding disagreed.

"You just finished channeling your inner energy into me, and you look exhausted. You should rest more. I estimate I'll be practicing until midnight."

"Rou, Yang Ding is right. I think he's doing quite well practicing on his own."

Ye Rou had no choice but to nod in agreement. "Honey, look how much we two women support you. You have to work hard and not be lazy!"

"It's not just you two women, there are also two babies. I will fight tirelessly for my family."

Yang Ding was indeed filled with fighting spirit at this moment. With two such beautiful women by his side, what reason did he have not to strive?

If he dies, according to the Empire's requirements, their genes from the gifted youth program must still be continued, wouldn't that benefit another man?

Ye Rou raised her little pink fist and encouraged him, "My husband is amazing!"

Fang Jing could only give an awkward and pathetic smile; what kind of family member was she to Yang Ding?

After living with the young couple for a few days, her requirements for men changed significantly.

The atmosphere on the rooftop also became heavy.

From striving for a secure job to now facing certain death at the end of the month, a shadow has been cast over everyone.

Although it is a world of advanced martial arts and technology, the five major empires of Blue Star all practice feudal slavery.

Even if you are a gifted university instructor, you can only watch helplessly as your students go to their deaths in the face of law enforcement.

Mao Jian is getting a scolding from his mother again.

Because of today's weekly test, his performance was so poor that the close combat instructor had no way to give him a score. He was knocked out by Huang Bingbing as soon as he made his move.

"You've trained for two years and you can't even beat a little blonde girl. How are you going to deal with the White Walkers at the end of the month?"

"She seems to be an Awakened One, just like Xiang Tianyou."

"Bullshit, don't make excuses. Xiang Tianyou was punished by Governor Zhou. If Huang Bingbing is an Awakened, why should she be in Class C?"

Mao Jian remained silent; he was only guessing and had no evidence.

"Your parents earn less than 100,000 yuan a month, yet they have to support so many children. They've already spent over a million yuan on you, all of it going down the drain. Why don't you work harder?"

Mao Jian hung his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't dare to utter a sound.

"Answer me, why don't you try harder?"

With tears in his eyes, Mao Jian said, "So what if I don't try?"

Mao's mother slapped him across the face, "We'll be going down into the cave at the end of the month."

"At worst, I'll just die in there and be eaten by the White Walkers. It's better than being punished by you every day. I'm a father now, can't you give me some face?"

Yang Ding passed by, not wanting to meddle.

He could feel every hair on Mao's mother's head standing on end.

This suffocating feeling could be felt even from ten meters away; one can imagine what kind of environment Mao Jian grew up in.

"He's already tried his best!"

Yang Ding reminded her that Huang Bingbing was indeed suspicious.

Just as Mao's mother was looking for a place to vent her anger, Yang Ding bumped into her.

She pointed at Yang Ding and yelled, "Shut up! Who do you think you are? A spineless gigolo who hasn't even awakened his powers of power. You got first place in the weekly test by relying on your wife to channel your inner energy. What are you bragging about?"

Yang Ding sneered, showing no fear whatsoever, and retorted, "Why can't I show off? My wife only encourages and supports me; even when she was pregnant, she insisted on channeling her inner energy into me. Unlike you, a mean and vicious tigress."

"No, you're not even as good as a tiger. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs."

"You are the dark cloud in the sky, the mold in the rotten wood, the rust in the ruins. Whoever touches you will be doomed."

"You're blaming your son without even knowing the facts. You don't understand Huang Bingbing, and you weren't there at the time. How do you know he didn't try?"

Yang Ding had been holding back for a long time, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He unleashed a torrent of eloquent and fluent curses in one go.

Mao Jian was stunned and wanted to give him a thumbs up.

Mao's mother, her face ashen, clenched her fists and demanded, "Who the hell are you cursing?"

"I'll curse you, you fucking idiot."

Mao's mother was already quite stout, and in her anger, she punched Yang Ding.

Although she was a mid-stage third-grade cultivator with a punching power of 35,000 jin, she dared not use too much force because Yang Ding was Ye Rou's husband.

If she gets hurt, she won't be a match for Ye Rou.

This punch is only at the level of the middle stage of the first rank.

Unexpectedly, Yang Ding easily dodged the attack, and the scabbard slammed hard onto her plump buttocks.

Mao's mother was completely dumbfounded when she touched her bottom.

Her bones and muscles were strengthened at the middle level of the third grade, so she didn't feel pain, but the humiliation was too strong.

"You're asking for it."

Then she used her second-grade lower realm cultivation to prepare to slap Yang Ding a few times.

Yang Ding used the Sweeping Sword Style to strike her with various pinpoint punches, while simultaneously dodging using his wife's Soul-Severing Spear Footwork.

Besides the true qi pulse, Ye Rou's strongest point in her Soul-Severing Spear technique is her footwork, which is the essence of close combat.

No matter how much you strengthen your bones and muscles, they are still no match for a sharp sword, let alone a black gold sword that can cut through iron like mud.

For a moment, Mao's mother was at a loss with him.

The more she attacked, the more shocked she became. Was Ye Rou's true energy really that powerful?

Or did Yang Ding possess an innate talent for swordsmanship?

Her palm strike was incredibly powerful, breaking several walls in the process.

Just as Yang Ding was starting to lose, Mao Jian rushed over and stood in front of him.

"If you're going to fight, then kill me."

Mao's mother almost slapped him across the face, but quickly withdrew her hand.

Given his son's cultivation level, if that slap landed, he would either die or be crippled.

She then calmed down, clenching her fists in shame.

Unexpectedly, the fight between the two alerted Ye Rou. With her cultivation and hearing, it was impossible for her not to hear such a loud noise on the 198th floor.

Ye Rou, dressed in her pajamas, rushed over. She glanced at the two people's complexions and then at the fist-shaped dents on the wall, and immediately understood.

"As a martial arts instructor, how dare you lay a hand on my husband?"

"It's because he's ill-mannered..."

Pia!

Ye Rou slapped Mao's mother across the face, leaving five finger marks on her plump face.

She was known for her bad temper, but no one expected that she wouldn't dare to utter a sound after being slapped by Ye Rou.

A cultivator at the mid-stage of the fifth rank can defeat one hundred cultivators at the mid-stage of the third rank.

As a genius girl, Ye Rou, with her close combat talent, could barely fight two hundred of her.

Anyone who dares to fight back will either die or be maimed.

Ye Rou is the same age as her youngest daughter, but so what? The Jinglong Empire believes in the supremacy of the strong.

Ye Rou pointed at her nose and scolded, "I can't bear to hit or scold my husband, so who do you think you are? Do you really think I'm young and don't care, and that I'm a good girl?"

"I'm sorry, Instructor Ye."

Seeing his mother being scolded like a dog, Mao Jian nudged Yang Ding, hoping he could persuade Ye Rou.

No son doesn't love his mother.

Yang Ding quickly laughed and said, "Wife, please forgive her this time, considering that Mao Jian and I are friends."

Ye Rou finally calmed down.

"I don't know how you can be a mother. My husband is a good swordsman and is friends with your son. Shouldn't they be able to look after each other when they go down into the cave? Why are you acting like a shrew?"

"Instructor Ye is right."

"Get lost. From now on, stay away from my husband on the rooftop. Don't affect his mood for practicing martial arts."

"understood."