This is talent; it can't be learned.

Mao's mother left, but Mao Jian did not. He found that he progressed faster by cultivating with Yang Ding.

This thing is just like studying; if you're under a lot of mental tension, you can't achieve enlightenment.

"Honey, are you alright?" Ye Rou asked.

"It's okay, his mother held back and didn't hit me."

Mao's mother is a mid-level third-grade instructor with much richer combat experience, yet she couldn't even hit her husband. This made Ye Rou re-evaluate her husband.

Could he really be her perfect husband, the one who can unleash her powerful potential in every battle?

Ye Rou, always understanding, did not stop the two from making friends. Instead, she encouraged them, saying, "Honey, the White Walkers are fast and numerous. In close combat, you must not get injured. You should start by practicing footwork. Slashing and thrusting are instincts, so you can put them aside for now."

Yang Ding nodded, "Listen to your wife, you can't go wrong. With our current strength, whether we kill the White Walkers or not is secondary; survival is the top priority."

"Do you need me to give you some pointers?"

"No need, no need, you go and rest first, you need to give the man some space."

"Okay, honey, don't overwork yourself."

Ye Rou obediently left.

"Brother Ding, I've already called you brother, can't you teach me a few tricks for winning over women?"

Yang Ding patted him on the shoulder, "This is talent, it can't be learned."

Mao Jian scratched his head and quickly understood.

A divine artifact!

The system interface popped up in Yang Ding's mind.

【Affection Level: 18.5%↑, +0.5%】

[Cultivation Progress: 19.4%↑, +0.8%]

[Cultivation Level: Second-Rank Lower Realm Martial Artist↑, Punching Strength 4422 jin↑, +200 jin.]

[The second level of the Soul-Severing Spear Technique, the Three-Step Shaking and Blocking Stance, has been unlocked. Experience gained: 25%+, +8.5%.]

[The first move of the Nine Sword Styles, the Sweeping Sword Style, has been unlocked. Experience points increased by 23%, +10%.]

Yang Ding really didn't know why the affection level had increased, since he hadn't done anything to his wife just now.

His punching power has reached 4422 jin, and 4800 jin would be considered the middle stage of the second rank.

It's true that getting something for nothing is always the most satisfying.

Students in the second-class of the martial arts academy, who have poor aptitude and cannot obtain additional cultivation resources, will only reach this level of cultivation by graduation.

Fang Jing's younger brother, Fang Dalong, has no shortage of resources, but he is only at the first-grade upper realm of cultivation.

But the biggest gain this time was real combat, especially high-risk battles against strong opponents, which not only increased my cultivation progress but also greatly increased my experience points.

The second level of the Soul-Severing Spear only has three basic moves; the reason it took so long is simply because I lack combat experience.

"Hey Ding, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, keep practicing. As my wife said, you practice your Thunderbolt Saber footwork, and I'll practice the Nine Sword Style footwork."

"Okay."

Sure enough, with his mother gone, Mao Jian became even more enthusiastic about practicing his skills.

The two practiced for a full four hours, sparring several times in between, and he didn't complain of being tired until midnight.

Yang Ding practiced finger pistol all night, but Mao Jian couldn't understand it anyway.

He found it very interesting to use his fingers as a gun.

Once one's cultivation level exceeds the fifth rank, one can release true qi externally.

At that time, he can create his own martial arts technique based on his wife's technique, which can be called Six Meridian Divine Spear or Six Meridian Divine Sword.

Creating one's own martial arts method is an essential step to becoming a grandmaster, and it can bring fame and fortune.

A grandmaster would be too ashamed to show his face if he couldn't find the martial arts technique he created in a bookstore.

When Yang Ding returned home, Ye Rou was chatting with Fang Jing on the sofa.

"Honey, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I had already taken a nap, but the baby's crying woke me up, so I had a heart-to-heart talk with Sister Jing."

This is also one of the advantages of the two sisters being together; no matter how strong a woman is, she still has a fondness for gossiping and talking about men.

A person taking care of a child who can't speak will only hear crying and fussing all day long; it's no wonder they go crazy.

Since Fang Jing started living with the two men, her insomnia has improved a lot.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower first. Wait for me."

Fang Jing immediately understood and laughed, "I'm going to sleep. Take it easy, you guys. I have to remind you, it's getting a bit too frequent."

"Yang Ding, honey, why don't you listen to Sister Jing's warning?" Ye Rou also said.

The doctor has relented, but you can't come every day.

Yang Ding took off his sweat-soaked T-shirt and threw it into the basket. "Wife, it's mainly because you're so beautiful, I just couldn't resist."

"Then can you sleep on the floor?"

"Then I can smell your fragrance."

"I can't even stand the smell!" Ye Rou exclaimed in shock. Was her husband a pervert? "Then...can you sleep on the sofa?"

Ye Rou had discussed this matter with Fang Jing tonight.

This is something that even someone with high cultivation levels cannot stop.

"Honey, let's be more careful from now on. Twice a week at most, okay?"

Fang Jing was speechless. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Sister Rou, can you wait until I come inside before you talk? You really don't treat me like an outsider."

"Hehe, you're my sister Jing, right? Help me talk to my husband."

Fang Jing covered her ears, "I'm not listening, you're just talking nonsense. I can't help you with this."

After saying that, he went into the room, showing a great sense of propriety.

Before Yang Ding transmigrated, he had never eaten anything good. His girlfriend was plain-looking, had a poor figure, and a terrible temper. She was useless to him and would ask him for this and that every day, which was incredibly annoying.

Now that he's met someone as exceptional as Ye Rou, and she's pregnant so soon after their marriage, how can he possibly resist?

But thinking about how anxious his wife had been last night, he could only say, "I'll sleep on the sofa after I get you to sleep."

"Honey, can you really do it?"

"Of course, I'm also afraid of hurting you and the child."

To Ye Rou's surprise, Yang Ding actually did it.

The next day, she got up to refine pills and saw Yang Ding huddled on the sofa, unable to straighten his legs, and felt a pang of heartache.

She sat down and kissed Yang Ding's forehead, saying gently, "Husband, you are diligent and self-disciplined; you will surely achieve great things in the future."

Ye Rou had participated in formal combat when she graduated, and she once thought of herself as a cold-blooded woman.

Unexpectedly, now that she's pregnant, she's become more and more sentimental. During class, she can't control her longing for Yang Ding and always wants to go find him.

Fang Jing got up to make the milk powder, saying, "Okay, okay, if you keep looking at it, it'll become stringy."

To be honest, although she and her late husband were childhood sweethearts, they had never been this sweet and affectionate. It would be a lie to say she wasn't envious.

Ye Rou looked at her well-proportioned, fair figure, and hesitated to speak.

Yang Ding is currently single, which is a good time for him to marry a second wife. In this day and age, polygamy is practiced, not only because there are more women than men, but also because men's resources are wasted when women get pregnant.

If you have ten wives, this problem basically doesn't exist.

But Fang Jing's husband had only been dead for less than three months, and she really couldn't bring herself to talk about remarrying.

During morning exercises, Yang Ding was now running towards the Martial Arts Academy's formation.

"I've saved you seats, come over here!" Huang Bingbing shouted.

Mao Jian decided not to pay any attention to her because her mother had hit her.

Yang Ding said, "Let's go, let's get to know her. I'm also curious about Huang Bingbing's abilities."

"This woman is cunning; we'd better be careful."

"If even she can't handle it, how will we be able to slack off in the law enforcement team in the future?"