Tang Xin found Father Tang in the ancestral hall, loudly reciting the family rules with a booming voice.

Everyone in the household was seated below, including all the aunts and uncles, without missing a single person. Even the two guards at the door were called in.

Father Tang stopped when he saw his daughter push the door open. After two hours, his voice was hoarse from shouting.

"Alright, that's enough for today's lesson. I've read the family rules eight times; you should have memorized them by now."

"Big brother, you're really something," Tang Xin's aunt said disdainfully, glancing at Father Tang.

Father Tang blushed but didn't reply.

Everyone here was as clever as monkeys, surely suspicious of his unusual behavior.

The servants might not have good hearing, but some of these relatives were Martial Kings; their ears weren't just for show.

They must have overheard something, and soon the crowd dispersed.

However, when Tang Xin's aunt saw her, she was startled by the spring-like look in Tang Xin's eyes, forming a guess in her mind.

Could it be? It seemed like father and daughter were in cahoots.

Have they caught a golden son-in-law? Why not marry him openly? It's baffling.

She left the ancestral hall in a huff.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you see everyone was here?"

"I'm happy!"

"Did it really happen?"

"Of course, that little rascal is indeed amazing. Father, let's go outside and spar."

"No way, you're getting too full of yourself."

"Not really, I just want to test my current realm. I just punched through a big tree in the yard."

"What? With your fist?"

"Exactly," she said, shaking her little pink fist.

"Then there's no need to spar. My old bones aren't as tough as a tree."

"Your father still wants to live for a few more decades."

"Father, I won't use my full strength."

"Even so, it's not safe. Fists and feet have no eyes, and you just gained this power, still unable to control it well."

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"So what level have I reached?"

"You should be able to contend with an early-stage Martial Emperor."

"Oh! That's not bad."

"Don't get too cocky. Against a true Martial Emperor, you'd still be outmatched. Only through more practice can you improve your overall abilities."

"I know, the little rascal has techniques, and I'll just practice according to them."

"Those are techniques for advancing realms. I'm talking about martial arts training."

"I feel my martial arts have also improved significantly. My punching speed is at least twice as fast as before."

"That's good. In the world of martial arts, speed is the only invincible force."

"Once you master the techniques, you'll be fine. By the way, where's that boy?"

"What boy? He's your son-in-law."

"Come on, if he doesn't marry you, how can he be called a son-in-law? Besides, you call him a little rascal."

"That's a term of endearment. Your daughter won't marry anyone else in this life. He has other reasons for not marrying me, but I'll still follow him."

"That's your own business, and you're a cultivator too, so I can't interfere. Just take care of the family more in the future."

"Don't worry, Father. I know what I'm doing. Alright, I'm heading back. He's unconscious right now, and I need to watch over him."

"Alright, I'll have the kitchen prepare some supplements for you two later."

Tang Xin returned to her room to find Huang Ye sleeping soundly. He slept for two whole days before waking up.

Seeing Huang Ye open his eyes, she said, "You really can sleep, 24 hours straight."

"Oh! I slept that long?"

"That's right."

"Then how long did we do it?"

"Do what?" Tang Xin asked, puzzled.

"The time we spent doing that thing together."

"Two hours."

Huang Ye pondered. This time with Tang Xin was quite different from the two maids; the duration was doubled.

Those two went crazy in the middle of the night, and he was completely unaware. This time, during the foreplay, he was still conscious.

But as her delicate body rubbed against him for a while, he felt like a gasoline barrel ignited, a surge of heat rushing to his brain, and his consciousness began to blur.

Cultivating the third layer had always suppressed that fire, but it seemed to be drawn by something, rapidly igniting, and then he knew nothing.

"Was I very wild?"

"I like wild!"

Huang Ye was almost choked by her words.

"Did you notice my eyes?"

"I saw them, red, like they were burning."

"Yeah, it's the same as those two."

"Let me tell you some good news. After we finished, I went outside to test it, and I punched through a big tree."

"My strength and speed have greatly increased. Father said I've reached the Martial Emperor level."

"Oh! Seems like it's as I expected. That's indeed good news; I have a Martial Emperor wife now."

"Does that mean I'm stronger than you?"

"Haha, you seem to forget something. As you improve, so do I."

"The Qi Flow circulates within us both. Once we're apart, it splits into two."

"Yes, I can feel the Qi Flow circulating inside me, even when I'm not cultivating."

"Let me teach you the technique for internal viewing, so you can see the color of your Qi Flow."

An hour later, Tang Xin could also view her body internally.

"Husband, I checked. The innermost circle of my Qi Flow is green, and the rest is a mess, unclear in color."

"Damn, we did it wrong."

"What did we do wrong?"

"I should have sorted out the Spiritual Energy before dual cultivating, so you wouldn't have to."

"It's okay. I can try sorting it myself. Maybe the process of sorting is also a process of understanding Spiritual Energy."

"True, as the saying goes, 'A blessing in disguise.'"

"Husband, what does that mean?" Tang Xin asked, puzzled.

After hearing Huang Ye's explanation, Tang Xin learned a new saying.

"Husband, there's another thing. My True Qi is gone now. Was it assimilated by the Qi Flow?"

"Oh! Could you feel the process of assimilation?"

"I didn't notice. I was just too excited. That feeling was so wonderful. How about we do it again?"

With that, she pounced on him.

"Stop! There's no rush now. Our dual cultivation will quickly increase the amount of Spiritual Energy inside us, making it harder to sort."

"It's okay, I don't mind. Whether it's more or less, it doesn't matter."

"You may not mind, but I do. Now's not the time to indulge."

"Alright!" Tang Xin pouted, reluctantly letting go.

"Alright, regardless of where the True Qi went, your strength has undeniably increased."

"I guess I'm about the same as you. I feel the Qi Flow inside me has also grown significantly, feeling full."

"I'll start cultivating now."

With that, he sat cross-legged and began cultivating.

In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Huang Ye heard "puff, puff, puff!" sounds from within.

Uh, why are there four sounds? What's going on? It turns out it's already the ninth layer, plus four sounds, making it the thirteenth layer.

But the techniques mentioned the Initial Yang Realm only has twelve layers, so why is there an extra layer?

Damn, could I be so unlucky as to end up with ten thousand layers in the Qi Refinement stage? That would be tragic.

In cultivation novels, this kind of realm is mentioned, but he thought it was just the author's imagination. Even if such a realm existed, it couldn't be powerful.

Each major realm involves understanding different things. Ten thousand layers of Qi Refinement is still just Qi Refinement.

If the Qi Refinement stage could dominate the world, then what would the natural Dao be?

It's like an elementary school student; the knowledge they learn is limited. Even if they study for a lifetime, they wouldn't surpass a mediocre high school student.

He remembered reading a report in his previous life about someone who took the college entrance exam for over ten years, with fluctuating scores.

Give them a calculus problem, and they'd never solve it; the realms are fundamentally different.

The painful thing is, he's already entered this stage. No, he must find out what's wrong.