While I'm at the martial arts academy, my wife is cultivating while I enjoy life.

After having a late-night snack, Fang Jing went back to her room to sleep with her child, while Yang Ding held Ye Rou as they slept.

Ye Rou turned over, face to face with him, lips to lips.

"Honey, is something on your mind?"

"Yeah, with this level of intensity in battle, I'll be losing friends and classmates almost every day from now on."

What he was more worried about was whether the brothers would have to fight each other if Hu Feng's identity was exposed and they encountered each other in the future.

In this apocalyptic era, it's a matter of life and death between tribes, with each other serving as food.

Although parasites have no emotions, they can exploit human emotions.

Emotions are inherently difficult to judge as genuine or false.

Ye Rou turned around and hugged Yang Ding in her arms, comforting her, "I understand. Several of my classmates died in the Northern Territory, and I worry about my sister's safety every day."

Before she became pregnant, she was an innocent and naive young girl.

After becoming pregnant, she gained an extra touch of maternal instinct and tenderness.

Today, when she saw the principal walk by in her office, she finally understood the meaning behind his sly smile.

She was already very fond of Yang Ding when she was pregnant with her child.

After having three kids, what's the point of getting a divorce?

To comfort her husband's disappointment, Ye Rou took the initiative to kiss and offer herself to him, and Yang Ding was immediately wide awake, finding it sweet and delightful.

The best thing about having a great wife is that no matter how tired you are, you'll never get tired of her; she's a treasure in every way.

The Creator is extremely unfair.

The next morning, Fang Jing was speechless when she saw Ye Rou's expression of utter exhaustion. She had said she was too tired to talk.

It was 1:30 a.m. when I finished my late-night snack last night.

"Rou, you need to take it easy. Doesn't the baby need to rest?"

"I can't help it, Jingmei. You won't give it to your husband, and I, as his wife, can't just watch him suffer without doing anything."

"..."

They always bring up topics they shouldn't discuss; it's only because they're like sisters that they'd have such a close relationship, otherwise they would have been arguing right there in the kitchen.

From now on, I'll call you Ye Yinyang.

"If my husband takes a third wife, you can call me the Grandmaster of Yin and Yang to establish the authority of the first wife. If the younger sisters misbehave, I will use verbal attacks instead of force."

Fang Jing frowned slightly.

"No, no, no, don't marry so many. Three women make a drama. If you don't know her well, you'll be arguing every day. What if she's also a high-level martial artist? If you two go crazy, the house will collapse, and your precious husband won't be able to afford to compensate you."

Only after the words were out did Fang Jing realize that she had changed.

You said it was just a perfunctory gesture, so why are you being xenophobic?

Ye Rou considered it seriously, "That makes sense. With my sister included, we can make enough people to play mahjong during the New Year."

The Ye sisters inherited their father, Grandmaster Ye Jian's, fighting spirit and enjoy playing a type of mahjong called "Bloody Battle," where they play until the very end.

"Your sister isn't getting married."

"That's why she doesn't dare go back to Jiangling. If she does, she'll probably be forced into a marriage."

The two sisters were chatting and laughing as they made breakfast when they suddenly heard someone ring the doorbell.

Normally, everyone lives their own lives without disturbing each other, so they are very sensitive to the doorbell, as it means trouble is coming.

Sure enough, upon opening the door, they saw two uniformed law enforcement officers.

"Instructor Fang, Instructor Ye, good morning. Excuse me, we are from the campus law enforcement team."

"What's wrong?"

"A murder occurred last night in Building 13 of the Law Enforcement Bureau community. A fire-type parasitic beast attacked the training director, Xiang Lan. Your husband happened to be present at the time, and we would like to ask him to assist in the investigation."

"An attack on the director?"

"Yes, her body can't be found anywhere. We suspect she was burned to ashes."

"Xiang Lan is dead?"

"Yes, it's almost certain."

Both women were stunned.

Xiang Lan is indeed a disgusting old woman who deceives her superiors and bullies her subordinates, but the two of them have known her since they entered the gifted youth program at the age of eight, and it has been more than ten years since then.

His sudden death was quite unexpected.

Last night, Yang Ding only mentioned the fire-type parasitic beast attack, but didn't mention Xiang Lan, who was burned to ashes. If he mentioned it, it would be tantamount to exposing him.

Yang Ding came out of the room wearing only his underwear. "The discipline master is dead?"

"Yes," Ye Rou nodded. "They want you to cooperate with the investigation."

"Okay, wait until I've washed up and eaten breakfast."

"Okay, we'll wait for you downstairs."

The law enforcement team was quite polite and didn't seem to be keeping an eye on Yang Ding, so Ye Rou and Fang Jing felt relieved and simply cooperated with the investigation.

At his peak, the discipline director Xiang Lan's cultivation level reached A+. Even though his talent and resources limited him later, preventing him from breaking through to S-level and slowing down his aging, he is now at least B+ or even A-level, which is not something Yang Ding can handle.

Even Ye Rou might not be able to defeat her if the battle environment is favorable.

Because it was Sunday, Fang Jing and Ye Rou accompanied Yang Ding to give his statement.

The two sat in the back seat, watching Yang Ding drive, Ye Rou's face filled with happiness and infatuation.

"Sister Jing, our husbands can actually drive!"

Driving skills are rarer than awakened individuals in this era.

Both of them are quite well-off, but they usually travel by bus.

The car only exists in the city-state law enforcement bureau and military camps. When hunting outside the Northern Wall, people rely on tamed alien beasts for transportation. For example, Ye Ke's mount is a pure white dragon-scale horse worth millions.

As soon as Ye Rou finished speaking, the panel in Yang Ding's system popped up, and the effect was even better than last night's intimacy.

First Wife: Ye Rou

【Affection Level: 34.6%↑, +0.5%】

[Cultivation progress: 37.5%↑, 0.5%]

[You have broken through to the middle stage of the third rank of martial arts, your punching power has increased by 53000 jin (approximately 21,500 catties), +10000.]

[The second level of the Soul-Severing Spear Technique, the Three Strikes of Shaking, Thrusting, and Blocking, has been unlocked; experience points increased by 73%.]

[The second move of the Nine Sword Styles, the Sweeping Sword Style, has been unlocked, with experience points increased by 35%.]

"Honey, you two have the day off today, you don't need to go out for testing, how about we go out for a big meal?"

"Okay, after taking the statement, go to the weapons market to sell the beast crystals, participate in the ranking, and then go pick up Dalong to have dinner together."

"Are we driving there?" Ye Rou asked excitedly.

Yang Ding shook his head. "We have to return it to them; they need to report back to headquarters."

He took out six beast crystals from his pocket and placed them in Ye Rou's hand.

"I heard you can bring your family to the royal city. Once my husband gets the top spot on the list, I'll take you all there for a blast."

Although the two sisters thought it was a pipe dream, they still encouraged each other, saying, "Go for it, honey! We've never been before!"

"However, my sister's hunting squad did well this year, so she might be able to attend the princess's coming-of-age ceremony."

Ye Rou sighed.

"I haven't seen my sister in so long, I miss her so much, and I'd like to introduce you to her."

Yang Ding was just saying it casually; he knew his chances of winning were slim.

Many of the junior and senior students were third-grade martial artists or C- and B-grade superhumans, resulting in a huge gap in skill levels within their groups.

But upon hearing Ye Rou's words, he was moved.

If Hu Feng is truly different from the other parasites, willing to betray his clan to inform him, or even cooperate in the hunt, then there is still some hope.