You've Acquired a Space Wife

The news spread faster than Yang Ding had anticipated, reaching the instructors' building rooftop in no time.

I estimate the whole school will know by next Monday, and soon the entire city of Jiangling will know.

"Yes, that's right."

I'll kowtow to you.

Mao Jian was about to kneel down again when Yang Ding lifted him up.

"Stand still! Do you think this is some kind of good thing? You can't possibly understand the suffering I'm going through!"

"What's so bitter about it? Who wouldn't want to endure this kind of suffering?"

"This was forced upon me by the system, not what I wanted. Let's continue practicing. My mortality rate has skyrocketed today."

"Alright, in order for Brother Ding to enjoy two stunning beauties forever, I'll go all out. I just went and bought another 100 jin of soybeans."

"You bought 100 jin?"

"Adding to the original amount, it totals 200 jin. Don't forget to pay me: 1000 yuan for the soybeans and 300 yuan for the labor."

"Pah, pah, pah... You are my god. What do you want in terms of hourly wages? Just give me 1000 yuan of principal."

"Holy crap, are you trying to kill me? How many grains are 200 pounds?"

"Around 150,000, that's over a hundred per round, you can't kill more than a few by targeting them."

Mao Jian grabbed a handful of soybeans. "Brother Ding, the weekly test starts the day after tomorrow, and we'll be going down into the Ghost Cave in half a month. If you don't suffer today, others will suffer for you in the future."

"You'd better shut up."

Yang Ding drew his black gold sword and continued practicing his sweeping sword technique.

He checked his experience points in the system. The last time he spent four hours killing soybeans, he actually gained 4% more experience points, which showed that this training method was reasonable and efficient.

[The second level of the Soul-Severing Spear Technique, the Three Strikes of Shaking, Thrusting, and Blocking, has been unlocked; experience points increased by 26%.]

[The first move of the Nine Sword Styles, the Sweeping Sword Style, has been unlocked; experience points increased to 27%.]

Five hours later, the bag of soybeans was used up. Yang Ding's arms were almost cramping, and Mao Jian's eyes were blurry.

Yang Ding's sword speed increased rapidly, beyond what someone with his cultivation level could see clearly.

Yang Ding opened the system again to check.

【Affection Level: 24%↑】

[Cultivation Progress: 25%↑, +0.4%]

[You have broken through to the middle stage of the second rank, your fist strength has increased by 200 jin (5622 catties).]

[The second level of the Soul-Severing Spear Technique, the Three Strikes of Shaking, Thrusting, and Blocking, has been unlocked; experience points increased by 25%.]

[The first move of the Nine Sword Styles, the Sweeping Sword Style, has been unlocked. Experience points increased by 32%, +5%.]

Yang Ding looked at the system panel and was very satisfied.

At this rate, he might be able to master the first move by the end of the month.

Just then, another unfamiliar dialog box popped up in the system.

[Ding! You have acquired a wife from another dimension. The "Multiple Wives, Multiple Blessings" system is generating information...]

Second wife: Fang Jing

Age: 20 years old, Height: 160 cm.

[Talent and Cultivation: A-level Space-type Ability User, Third Level of Personal Domain Technique, Fifth Level of Void Rift Technique, Fourth Level of Void Escape Technique.]

【Affection Level: 0%】

[Cultivation Progress: 0%]

[Please engage in intimate relations as soon as possible to awaken your spatial abilities.]

Yang Ding remembered that although he failed to consummate his marriage with Ye Rou last time, he had done almost everything except the last step before he awakened his martial arts ability.

Fang Jing's situation is more complicated, as she is still in mourning.

Mao Jian ate the snacks Yang Ding handed him, completely ignoring the fact that Yang Ding was staring at him. At that moment, he only had one thing on his mind.

"Brother Ding, are you two going to the bridal chamber tonight?"

"Go to hell."

"I do have a younger sister, but she looks like my mother."

Yang Ding closed the panel, stood up and said, "Let's practice for another two hours. We need to go back for our pre-made wedding feast at six o'clock."

Mao Jian stood up listlessly.

"Once I join the law enforcement team and earn more, I'll take a second wife. Maybe I'll even get a beautiful female instructor as a match."

"There's definitely hope; she might even be prettier than my wives."

……

Room 198-91.

The two women cleaned the house spotlessly, making it spotless, especially since it was their wedding day.

But after a while of not chatting, an awkward atmosphere arose.

They used to be best friends, but now they've become family.

Fang Jing was also absent-minded while mopping the floor, and it's hard to imagine how Ye Ke would react if she knew.

Ye Rou broke the silence first.

"Jing-jie, should we go take some wedding photos?"

"The three of them together."

"Well, bring your daughter along too. We're a family, so let's make it a family photo."

Fang Jing quickly shook her head, "Your husband and I are going to divorce sooner or later, don't make a fuss about this."

"Hehe, that's not necessarily true."

Ye Rou smiled mischievously.

She understands her husband's capabilities, and soon Sister Jing will understand as well.

Ye Rou was probably the first wife in the Jinglong Empire to desperately try to bring her second wife and husband together.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and the voice of the school's logistics staff came from outside.

"Mr. Yang Ding, Ms. Fang Jing, please check your wedding meal."

"Rou, go get it."

"Go ahead, I'm not the bride. Your brother will be here soon, right? Our husbands have been practicing for five hours, they must be starving. Let's heat up the food quickly."

Fang Jing felt a little flustered at the thought of her younger brother, Fang Dalong, coming over later.

Yang Ding married both his goddess and his sister.

He looked down on Yang Ding.

Fang Jing opened the door, and there was a basket of delicious pre-cooked food on the door, along with a red candle, a red rose, and a red greeting card that read: "Wishing Mr. Yang Ding and Ms. Fang Jing a happy marriage and many children."

Fang Jing brought the things in and was about to close the door when Fang Dalong arrived.

He flung the door open. "Sis, what are you doing? Why are you going to a wedding for no reason?"

"Dalong, come in first and let me explain slowly."

"I don't want to hear it. Did you register with him voluntarily, or were you matched by the system?"

"System-matched."

"How is this possible? The probability is too low!"

Ye Rou came out of the kitchen. "Fang Dalong, are you out of your mind? Your sister is getting married today, and she invited you over for dinner. What are you yelling about?"

"Why should my sister marry that good-for-nothing Yang Ding?"

"Who are you calling trash? What kind of talent do you think you are?" Ye Rou retorted angrily.

"He hasn't even awakened yet..."

"Does he not belong to us if he hasn't awakened? He's already broken through to the middle stage of the first rank."

"impossible."

The siblings had relied on each other since childhood and knew how important the other was to them. Fang Jing comforted her brother.

"Yang Ding has indeed broken through to the middle stage of the first rank, and his punching power is now over 1300 jin, but this matter..."

Fang Dalong tried very hard, but with little success.

He has been awakened for many years, but he has not been able to break through to the first-grade upper realm. To this day, his punching strength is only a little over 1600 jin.

"I don't believe it, where is he?"

"He practices swordsmanship on the rooftop; you can go and see his skill level."

Fang Dalong shook off his sister and rushed into the stairwell.

When Ye Rou heard the sound of a sword being drawn, she immediately realized something was wrong.

"Sister Jing, let's go up quickly."

When the two reached the rooftop, Fang Dalong was already confronting Yang Ding.

A bunch of instructors from martial arts and superpower academies came to watch the spectacle.

"You're only qualified to drink this wine if you beat me."

Fang Dalong is always stubborn but soft-hearted. Even though he was dissatisfied, he still brought his sister a bottle of red wine worth three thousand yuan, which is equivalent to half a month's salary.

These days, unless someone is extremely wealthy, no one would be willing to spend three thousand to buy wine; even Ye Rou couldn't bear to part with it.

"You are my second wife's brother, which means you are my brother. It's ridiculous for a brother-in-law to hit his brother-in-law."

"Who's your brother? Who's your second wife?!"

Every word and phrase provoked Fang Dalong.

The intense sense of humiliation caused him to lose his temper, and in a fit of rage, he smashed a wine bottle at Yang Ding.

"Brother, don't do this..."