Chapter 62
I was careless just now.
Yang Ding didn't know the price of the wine; he only knew it was a token of his brother-in-law's goodwill.
He executed a light, sweeping sword move, catching the wine bottle with the tip of his sword, then using the momentum to fling it towards Ye Rou in a perfect arc.
"Wife, catch the wedding wine that your brother-in-law is bringing."
This was child's play for Ye Rou. She easily grabbed the wine bottle and excitedly exclaimed, "Honey, your sweeping sword move was so cool!"
This was the first time she had ever seen someone wield a sword so elegantly and with such precision.
【Affection Level: 24.5%↑, +0.5%】
[Cultivation Progress: 25.5%↑, +0.5%]
[You have broken through to the middle stage of the second rank, your fist strength has increased by 300 jin (5922 catties).]
"Who's your brother-in-law?"
Fang Dalong had already stepped forward. After all, the marriage was a fait accompli, and swords have no eyes. He didn't dare to attack with all his might, lest his sister become a widow twice in a month.
Yang Ding thought his brother-in-law was a decent person, and besides, Fang Jing was right there beside him. He didn't want to hurt him with a real sword, so he had to use the scabbard to perform the sweeping sword technique.
He first deflected Fang Dalong's slashing blade with his sword, then struck Fang's right hand, which was holding the blade, hard.
"what!"
The knife fell from Fang Dalong's right hand, but he caught it with his left hand.
Feeling utterly humiliated and shocked, Fang Dalong felt incredibly embarrassed.
I'm already a loser, how come I can't even beat a freshman from Class C2? I was almost defeated in one move.
He couldn't understand how the simple and useless Nine Swords Technique could become so powerful in Yang Ding's hands.
"I was careless just now, let's try again."
"Stop, Ah Long," Yang Ding warned.
He had already given him face the first time, but since this guy won't listen, there's nothing he can do.
"Sword Sweeping Style".
With a loud shout, Yang Ding's sword sheath struck Fang Dalong's hand holding the knife with a flurry of blows.
Mao Jian, who was watching the commotion, nudged an acquaintance next to him and asked, "What's the benefit of shouting out the sword moves?"
"Just showing off."
Fang Dalong was flustered and retreated step by step. No matter how he slashed, his knife would be deflected. It was as if there was an impenetrable wall in front of Yang Ding.
I accidentally hit the bone in my left hand.
Clang! The knife fell to the ground.
Yang Ding also gave him plenty of face, saying, "I told you we're family, and you're even giving way to your brother-in-law."
But everyone knows that Yang Ding's Nine Sword Forms are executed with exceptional skill, demonstrating a very solid foundation.
Even in the top two classes, Ye Rou had never seen anyone use the Sweeping Sword Style so well.
Fang Jing quickly picked up the knife from the ground and handed it to her younger brother, "Are you alright, Da Long?"
Happy Wedding!
Fang Dalong took the knife, his face flushed, and left feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Knowing that he and Yang Ding didn't get along, Fang Jing didn't try to stop him, lest it ruin the atmosphere for the evening. She could only explain to him alone another day.
[The first move of the Nine Sword Styles, the Sweeping Sword Style, has been unlocked. Experience points increased by 34%, +2%.]
Although it was a real, hard-fought battle, the experience points gained were minimal, probably because Yang Ding's cultivation level had far surpassed Fang Dalong's, making it too unchallenging.
"Sister Jing, is your brother alright?"
"It's alright, that's just his personality. Look, he still brought us some wine," Fang Jing said with a smile.
Ye Rou swirled the wine. "It's a very fine red wine. Let's go home and heat up some dinner."
The three returned home. Yang Ding took a shower, while Ye Rou and Fang Jing were busy in the kitchen.
"Rou, based on your experience, could your husband beat Xiang Tianyou?"
"Definitely. No matter how much Xiang Tianyou tries to improve, he'll only reach the upper-middle level. But listen carefully, not your husband's, but our husband's Sword Sweeping Style is something that ordinary students can't compare to."
Ye Rou, who was always helping her husband, left Fang Jing speechless.
Next, tonight she'll be taken to Yang Ding's bed by this brat.
After Yang Ding finished washing up, he called out, "First wife, come out here, there's too much grease and smoke inside."
Ye Rou deliberately came out with her belly sticking out and winking at Yang Ding, signaling him to find an opportunity to get closer to Fang Jing.
"I'm going to the living room to enjoy the treatment of the first wife. Call me when you're done."
Fang Jing was picking greens. Ever since Yang Ding stir-fried greens with garlic a few times, Ye Rou couldn't eat broccoli in pre-cooked dishes anymore. She only wanted to eat fresh ones.
Yang Ding walked up behind Fang Jing, inhaling her alluring and unique fragrance.
"Actually, from now on, Ye Rou and I can cook, so you can just rest in the living room."
"Let me help you, there are a lot of green caterpillars in the vegetables."
"No, no, I'll be done in a minute." Fang Jing was terrified of bugs. "Where are the bugs? Can you see them?"
"Look, it's on your collar..."
"what!"
Fang Jing was terrified and looked up at Yang Ding, shouting, "Quick, quick, grab him down!"
But she soon realized something was wrong. Yang Ding looked down at her beautiful face, began to swallow his saliva, and started breathing rapidly. He kept moving closer to her, almost kissing her.
Startled, she quickly stuffed the vegetables in her hand into his arms.
"If you like doing chores, you do the washing; I'm afraid of bugs."
At dinner, Yang Ding sat in the main seat, with Ye Rou on his left and Fang Jing on his right; this was their future new family.
Ye Rou poured red wine for Fang Jing. "Sister Jing, my husband and I drank the nuptial wine together. It's the procedure in the 'Newlywed Handbook.' Would you like to try it?"
"No, no, let's have a drink together, the three of us. We agreed it was just a temporary measure, so please don't take it seriously, or we might end up not being friends anymore."
"Yes, don't make things difficult for Sister Jing. Just act as you normally would in a relaxed atmosphere."
Ye Rou was pregnant and couldn't drink alcohol, so she could only drink tea instead. Yang Ding drank a cup with Fang Jing.
Fang Jing was quite lively before, but tonight she was very reserved, just like a newlywed bride.
"Honey, don't practice anymore tonight. Take a rest. Too much of a good thing can be bad."
"It's too early to sleep, I might as well go practice," Yang Ding replied.
Ye Rou knew what her husband meant. Two legally married, stunningly beautiful wives were right beside her, their bodies within reach, their fragrance seemingly right at her nose, yet she couldn't have them.
He had been drinking; anyone would be unable to sleep under those circumstances.
"It's okay, I'll stay with you tonight, alright?"
Yang Ding's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"This is what the first wife should do."
Fang Jing felt guilty. A man is a man after all; how could he not want her body?
"I'm sorry, Yang Ding, I'll make it up to you later."
"We're family, so let's not be formal. If I can't give it to my husband in the future, Sister Jing can help me too."
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