Temporary Couples Are Still Couples

While Yang Ding was fast asleep from exhaustion, Ye Rou circulated her qi and adjusted her breathing to regain her strength.

She gently broke free from Yang Ding's embrace, placed her palm on his stomach, and transmitted her inner energy.

This true energy will be absorbed by the Peiyuan Pill and slowly released to temper Yang Ding's bones and improve his cultivation.

Ye Rou was unaware that Yang Ding had already broken through to the lower first rank, and dared not send too much energy, fearing that his body could not withstand it.

After transferring her inner energy, she wiped the sweat from Yang Ding's forehead.

"You got me pregnant, so I'll give you my true energy. That's fair, isn't it?"

"Actually, you're quite good. It's a pity that as a talented martial artist, I bear the mission of fighting for the empire."

As agreed, she got up and went back to her room to sleep.

Before he could even lie down, Fang Jing kicked him off the bed.

"You're so manly, go sleep in your husband's arms."

Ye Rou rubbed her bottom and said, "Sister Jing, it's already past midnight, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"You brat, are you planning to get pregnant tonight? You've been making a fuss for hours."

"Of course, the sooner the better if she gets pregnant. The fighting at the Wall in the North is intense, and my sister is in danger at any time."

"We also need to consider his health. Yang Ding is an ordinary person, not an awakened one."

"I channeled my inner energy into him."

"You're only at the mid-fifth rank, how can he possibly outlast you?"

Ye Rou scratched her head. "Okay, I'll take it easy."

"Go sleep with your husband. You can't just do it and run away."

Ye Rou also felt that this was too heartless, so she took a shower and snuggled into Yang Ding's arms again.

This was the first time in her life that she had slept with a man. She was so nervous that she couldn't sleep all night. She got up at 5:30 in the morning and went to the kitchen to refine the Qi-Nourishing Pill for Yang Ding.

Ye Rou plans to refine about ten pills every day, so that she can refine 3650 pills a year, enough for Yang Ding to eat for ten years.

Fang Jing also didn't sleep all night. Watching Ye Rou busy in the kitchen, she couldn't help but think of her own wedding day.

"Yang Ding is lucky to have met a girl like you. No other woman would treat him with such sincerity."

"Even temporary couples are still couples. If I die in the North, he will be able to take care of the children."

"You jinx! I'll go to the Northern Territory sooner or later. When that happens, the three of us sisters will be an invincible team, slaying all monsters and becoming the Queen's right-hand women."

"Then who will you have two children with?" Ye Rou asked.

Fang Jing shook her head; she still couldn't accept men other than her husband.

Ye Rou hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

She had wanted to recommend Yang Ding, but it was a bit awkward to be married to the same man as her best friend, and now wasn't the right time.

Let's talk about it after I've given birth to three children and divorced Yang Ding.

Yang Ding was the last to get up, rubbing his eyes and stretching as he came out.

"Wife, are you refining pills again?"

"Yes, Mr. Yang, I've heated up your breakfast. Hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth. After you finish eating, take the elevator."

Ye Rou called him "husband" a few times last night when she was emotional, but now she's embarrassed.

Yang Ding's calling was quite natural, and she found it pleasant to hear.

Fang Jing peeked at Yang Ding's condition and muttered, "He's in great shape, better than I expected."

"I feel the same way. Maybe he has martial arts talent, but he just hasn't awakened it yet."

"Then you've hit the jackpot."

While brushing his teeth in the bathroom, Yang Ding glanced at the system panel.

【Affection Level: 3.8%↑】

[Cultivation Progress: 3.9%↑]

He just cuddled his beautiful wife and slept, and his cultivation level increased again and again.

With a slight squeeze of his two fingers, the porcelain cup shattered. The shards didn't pierce his enhanced skin, but left a deep mark.

Yang Ding rubbed his fingers together, feeling incredibly strong.

"I should have already surpassed the lower first-grade cultivation level."

"Martial arts geniuses like Ye Rou usually awaken their powers at the age of four or five. I haven't awakened yet, but my progress is so rapid. I'll have multiple abilities in the future. It's completely unreasonable."

"The system cannot be exposed; we must learn to conceal our strength."

He felt that at the current pace, he would be able to reach at least the second rank of cultivation by the time of the monthly exam and class placement, easily crushing the freshmen.

For him now, the most important thing is not to quickly improve his cultivation level, but how to control the output of his power.

There was a knock at the door. "Mr. Yang, did you break the cup?"

"Yes, it slipped."

"There's a cup in the cabinet that belongs to my sister. You can wash it and use it."

"Honey, I've finished brushing it."

Yang Ding kept calling her "wife," and Ye Rou didn't spoil the mood, responding enthusiastically.

Fang Jing could have used her spatial abilities to teleport him down, but holding hands would have been inconvenient, so Yang Ding could only take breakfast to the elevator entrance to queue up.

This morning during exercise, Yang Ding didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. He only dared to jump a little over a meter high. Whenever Hu Feng stopped to catch his breath, he would stop to rest as well.

Hu Feng, who was originally depressed, felt much more cheerful when he saw that Yang Ding was not as good as yesterday.

"Yang Ding, I told you your wife is too beautiful, your body can't handle it."

"Bullshit, I could have ten wives like that."

"I've heard that Awakened Ones have superhuman physical abilities; ordinary people are no match for them."

"Who exercises while sleeping? It's similar to an ordinary person, but gentler."

Luo Guihua said impatiently, "Stop lying to my Hu Feng. A woman like Instructor Ye will never be gentle with you."

"Who the hell is lying? Do you think everyone's like you, Luo Guihua?"

"Hu Feng failed to fulfill his duties as a husband last night. If you continue to disturb his peace of mind, I will make you fulfill them."

Holy crap, Yang Ding was so scared he turned into Yang Wei on the spot.

Back in the classroom, the tedious work of caring for sows resumed.

The sows that gave birth yesterday need careful care today. They are given warm salt water to drink and liquid food to eat. Those with low milk production need to be massaged, and those with no appetite need to be given glucose solution.

Like a plague god, Xiang Bin held a ruler and surveyed the area with an air of arrogance.

The relaxed atmosphere instantly turned icy, and no one dared to joke in front of him.

"These sows can produce two hundred piglets in their lifetime, which is more than your wives contribute, so don't be disgusted when you're taking care of them."

He seemed to have his eye on Hu Feng, deliberately standing behind him and raising his voice.

Hu Feng was so frightened that he misjudged the injection point when administering glucose, causing the sow to let out a miserable scream.

"You fat bastard, get out here!"

Hu Feng was terrified and sweating profusely. "Counselor, please give me another chance?"

Xiang Bin pointed at the needle in his hand and said aggressively, "Fine, I'll give you one chance. If you still can't do it right, come out and take your beating."

The more he stared, the more nervous Hu Feng became, his right hand holding the needle trembling.

"Give me the jab, three... two..."

Hu Feng had no choice but to bite the bullet and give the injection.

"Aww..."

The sow let out another scream.

Xiang Bin rushed in, grabbed Hu Feng by the hair, dragged him outside the pigsty, and beat him mercilessly until the ruler broke.

Hu Feng tried to resist, but it was like an egg hitting a rock.

Xiang Bin is at the mid-level of the first rank, with a punching strength of 1200 jin.

"If you don't want to become trash like Hu Feng, then you'd better do my job properly!"

Yang Ding watched his brother being beaten with cold eyes, his fists clenched tightly, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Hu Feng, an ordinary student majoring in pig farming, would be beaten to death and no one would care; at most, the school would give Xiang Bin a warning.