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

"Father-in-law, I don't need anything for the time being."

"Very good. Only men who are not greedy for material things can accomplish great things."

Fang Hongbo praised it highly.

"But I'm still a student and have to take care of my family's expenses. If it were money, it would make my father-in-law seem even more great."

When Yang Ding said this, Fang Jing and Ye Rou covered their mouths, wanting to laugh but not daring to, and could only give him a thumbs up in encouragement.

Fang Hongbo was also caught off guard.

"Did that girl, A-Jing, teach you that?"

"No, no, it's just a practical matter, especially since we're catching parasites lately, which is very expensive. I can't just live off my wife's money."

"Hmm, I heard from Da Long that you're still a junior leader. Living off your wife definitely affects your image."

"The class monitor and group leader is currently ranked first in Class B and has received unanimous praise from teachers and students."

"How much money do you think is enough to spend?"

"I don't need too much, just transfer one million first, and I'll pay you back when I make money."

"..."

When Fang Hongbo said "within one million," he didn't actually mean he would give one million; he was just saying it in a nicer way.

Yang Ding is a new son-in-law, not some rich young master. Even if he had the nerve to ask, two or three hundred thousand would be the maximum.

I never expected this kid to be so honest.

Keep in mind that his annual salary as a naval commander in the East China Sea was only 500 million, and he also had three wives and a large family to support.

"Alright, I'll have Jing's mom transfer the money later. If you can get a spot in the royal city, you won't have to pay back this million."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Ding looked at his second wife.

"Sister Jing, do you have no concept of money? You just throw around a million."

If Yang Ding hadn't been paired with Ye Rou, he would have worked at a pig farm taking care of sows, earning a monthly salary of 3000 yuan, which would increase by 100 yuan every year.

"Why not take it? My dad's entire income will be spent on his mistress and children. They love buying cosmetics and clothes imported from the White Eagle Empire."

Will my in-laws doubt my character?

"If you become capable in the future, your character won't be that important. If you don't become capable, only your two wives will care about you. Don't worry about them."

After saying that, Fang Jing felt embarrassed.

She seemed to have gotten used to being Yang Ding's second wife, and it was becoming increasingly smooth for her.

When the three of them left, they stopped by an ATM to check and found that the 100 million yuan in cash had been transferred to Fang Jing's bank card.

She asked Yang Ding with a smile, "How much pocket money does your first wife give you each month?"

"What do you mean? The money I asked my father-in-law for should be in my account, right?"

"That won't do. If you squander the money, we'll have to buy all sorts of equipment ourselves when we go to the Northern Border to serve as soldiers. Ye Ke even took out a loan to buy that dragon-scaled horse."

"There are all sorts of female students at Jiangling University who specialize in seducing boys. Not only is it a waste of money, but they also pass on gynecological diseases to me and Rou."

Ye Rou hadn't thought that much about it before, but now she felt that Fang Jing was right. "Honey, Sister Jing is right."

"Then you'll give me 20,000 every month."

"No problem, I'll get it for you right away."

Fang Jing took out 20,000 yuan in cash and handed it to Yang Ding, not forgetting to comfort him, "We give it to you every month, so you don't need to save money. You can use it to reward your team members."

Yang Ding took it, "You guys don't understand men at all. With two stunning wives like you, no cultivation woman can attract me."

When they got back, Fang Dalong's wife had already prepared the meal on the 198th floor, so they could just eat it straight away.

It's a rare treat in this world for a family to enjoy a happy dinner together.

Ye Rou sipped the hot, pre-made bone broth, glanced at her sister's photo on the cabinet, and sighed softly.

My sister is probably out hunting in the northern border region again.

The area is covered in snow for long periods, and the temperature is always below -40 degrees Celsius, making it difficult to eat and sleep properly.

"Brother-in-law, with your group's average cultivation level, how do you plan to defeat the third and fourth-year students and take the top spot on the defense rankings? How should our enforcement team cooperate with you?" Fang Dalong asked.

Will you cooperate with me?

"You've given your teammates their share; I'll take care of the rest."

"That's no problem. I want to make use of Poison Sting, the Dragon Guard, and those guys who got beaten up today, to see if we can create a big opportunity that those behind us can never catch up with."

Yang Ding didn't mention Hu Feng, this important clue.

"Although you're good at creating things, this is too difficult. It would take half a year to catch up. How many beast crystals would you need? Probably a pound?"

Yang Ding hadn't really thought it through yet; he needed to discuss it with Hu Feng.

"Take care of your teammates first, and wait for an opportunity to deal with the rest."

"it is good."

Ye Rou nudged Fang Jing and said, "See that, Sister Jing? Even your brother, who's such a jerk, was managed to be handled by our husband."

Fang Dalong patted Yang Ding on the shoulder.

"I've decided that my brother-in-law is my brother."

After finishing his meal, Yang Ding went to the rooftop to cultivate.

Fang Jing took a red envelope containing 20,000 yuan and went to the 160th floor to find a B-level wood-type instructor to help her younger brother heal his injuries and help him recover as soon as possible.

Mao Jian has recently sensed the aura of death and has been practicing the Thunderbolt Blade Technique frantically up there; he has been practicing for a whole day.

But no matter how much he practices, it will be difficult for him to break through to the middle stage of the first rank in the short term.

This means that when those parasites fly around in the sky and throw things at him from high altitudes, he can only watch helplessly.

"Brother Ding, why are you only coming up now?"

"I finally have a Sunday, so I have to spend time with my two wives. I also went to do an investigation today."

Mao Jian also learned about the death of the discipline director.

"Tomorrow, talk to Sun Li about something and have her get close to that Team Leader Jiang. Try to make it a real relationship, but the goal is to gather intelligence."

"What kind of reward should we give her?"

"Give her two choices: First, I will protect her and take her to the royal city, where there are many high-class men, and she might fetch an astronomical price. Second, I will give him two hundred thousand coins as a reward."

"What if she's serious and turns around and betrays us?"

Yang Ding smiled.

"You don't understand women at all. Someone like Sun Li, once she has a higher goal, will never seriously play along with Team Leader Jiang."

Mao Jian was somewhat disappointed. "Then they'll look down on me even less."

"But you should also warn her that if she dares to betray her teammates, she will suffer a terrible fate."

"OK."

After giving his instructions, Yang Ding began to practice the high-frequency pulse sweeping sword technique with great intensity.

The method of using Qi is similar to Ye Rou's gun technique pulse, which is Yang Ding's absolute advantage, but the high-frequency release is difficult to control.

His punching power has reached over 50,000 jin, and theoretically his sword energy can cover 30 to 40 centimeters.

Since he couldn't sleep with Ye Rou, Yang Ding planned to practice until midnight so he could go back, shower, and sleep directly in Fang Jing's bed without having any wild thoughts.

"Brother Ding, I'm too tired, I need to go back and rest," Mao Jian said.

"Okay, see you tomorrow morning."

Soon, the rooftop was empty except for Yang Ding, who was silently sweeping his sword, sweeping it thousands of times.

The other instructors also had to look at him with new respect; this man was exceptionally diligent.

Just as Yang Ding was about to go back to rest, a human-shaped fireball swooped down from the sky.