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

Seeing Wang Gao's despicable face, Mu Lan was now certain that Yang Ding had truly been poisoned last night.

Her face immediately turned ugly.

The fact that Yang Ding is protected by the Queen should be known to the entire high-ranking officials of the Jinglong Empire.

The fact that the Wang family dared to openly poison Fang Hongbo's birthday banquet shows that they are so arrogant that they don't even respect the empire.

Wang Xuehua, Wang Xuehua, do you really intend to openly declare war and revive your Dongying Kingdom, which died eighty years ago, on the territory of the Jinglong Empire?

Hmph, with me here, don't even think about it!

"Yang Ding has been poisoned," Mu Lan replied.

Wang Gao's lips finally couldn't be suppressed anymore, and they trembled three times before returning to normal.

"How could we get food poisoning? Could it be that the food at our hotel went bad?"

You know the answer in your heart.

"Dean, you're exaggerating. Yang Ding is my brother-in-law, after all. Although he's a lowly person who's never seen the world, I still have to go and visit him."

Mu Lan stared at him and asked, "It wasn't your great-grandfather who poisoned you, was it?"

Wang Gao quickly retorted, "How could that be? He's not worthy of being harmed by my great-grandfather."

"Okay, got it."

Wang Gao left the dean's office and hurriedly went to rescue room 101, leaning on his cane, to check on Yang Ding's condition.

Mu Lan turned on the microphone in room 101 and shouted, "Yang Ding, pretend to be sick immediately. I'll tell Wang Gao you've been poisoned. Ye Rou, Fang Jing, and Zhou Ruoxi, act more convincingly."

"Wang Gao is about to arrive; those who can't act, hide."

Yang Ding and his group locked the door of the rescue room from the inside, and then went home. Some rested, some practiced their skills, and some spent time with their children.

You don't have to do anything, and you still get a salary every month. What's wrong with that?

At 5:30, when it was time to leave work, Yang Ding and his group returned to the office, just as Mu Lan came to knock on the door.

She came in, locked the door, and looked at Fang Jing, asking, "Can you escape to the East China Sea Naval District 1, 500 kilometers away?"

Fang Jing shook her head. "I can't escape once, but my husband can."

"What do you mean? Your husband's cultivation level has surpassed yours?"

"Yes, he's already S-rank."

"S? No way!"

Mu Lan stared at Yang Ding in shock.

Regardless of when he awakened or how high his talent is, no one on the entire Blue Star can break through to S-level cultivation before the age of 19.

"No, after he did that with you, he could replicate your cultivation level, so how could he possibly surpass you?" Mu Lan asked, puzzled.

"Because when the spiritual power of his wives is combined into his own, a cumulative effect can be achieved."

"If he were to marry two Grandmasters, wouldn't that mean...?"

Mu Lan pointed at Yang Ding, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you you you... show me."

Yang Ding looked at the map on the wall, found the location of the First Military Region, tapped on the wall, and created a void rift. In less than three seconds, a spatial passage connecting to the northernmost fishing village on the coast was built.

Mu Lan pointed to an island not far away, "Let's go up there."

"Are there troops stationed up there?"

"No, it's just a submarine resupply station."

"Does the East China Sea Navy also have submarines?"

Mu Lan nodded. "There's an older ship called Jinglong, which is usually used for scouting pirates."

"That's not right. You're just the director of the military hospital. It's not your place to dispatch submarines," Yang Ding asked.

Mu Lan looked at him and smiled, "You are indeed quite clever. Go ahead and see for yourself later."

Yang Ding led everyone to the island, where a huge nuclear submarine was indeed moored, even larger than the ones they had seen before.

This is a model from 50 years ago, when Earth's industry was more advanced than it is now.

Huo Dayou, the commander-in-chief of the First Military Region, was already waiting on the shore. He had also attended Fang Hongbo's banquet last night, but he had no interaction with Yang Ding.

"Dean Mu, hello."

"Hello, General Huo, has the rest of you arrived?"

"We've arrived. We're in the submarine. Let's go in and talk. It's just the right time for dinner."

Huo Dayou led the way while introducing himself.

"Besides being the commander-in-chief of the First Military Region, I am also the commander of the Jinglong submarine. However, from today onwards, you, Mr. Yang, will be the commander of this submarine."

"Me?" Yang Ding was shocked.

"Yes, this is an order from the imperial high command. Your subordinates are waiting inside."