My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare!

Song Yiren still found it hard to believe.

The Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique was undoubtedly exquisite, but this book only contained the most basic sword moves, easily purchasable outside.

Even if one practiced according to this sword manual completely, it amounted to nothing more than empty form without any power.

Such a top-tier sword technique, its essence lay in the exquisite changes between sword moves, a sect's top secret accessible only to core disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Sect. It was impossible to detail such secrets in a book.

Li Nuo, of course, could not possibly be a core disciple of the Heavenly Mountain Sect.

Even if he were, with his age, it was impossible for him to have mastered the swordsmanship so proficiently.

The moves he had demonstrated earlier were not only coherent but had also manifested the spirit of swordsmanship, indicating at least thirty years of practice.

To have a small amount of talent in Sword Dao took twenty years to reach this level.

Even the most insightful sword genius of the time needed at least ten years.

Even a once-in-a-century sword prodigy wouldn't need less than five years.

One took five years.

One merely flipped through casually.

She didn't know how to describe such a person.

At least in the history of Martial Path, there had never been a genius of such high perceptiveness.

To be beaten by Li Nuo in her most familiar field, Song Yiren felt a complex, indescribable emotion.

Because of her practice in the Yuqing Heart Technique, Song Jiaren's emotional fluctuations were not as intense as Song Yiren's.

Seeing that Li Nuo had sweated a lot, she raised her hand and wiped the sweat from Li Nuo's forehead with her sleeve.

Song Yiren's eyelids couldn't help but twitch. These past few days, she had actually begun to accept reality, but the discovery of Li Nuo's high perceptiveness had once again thrown her emotions off balance.

Advancing to the highest realms of the Martial Path was closely related to two factors.

One was talent.

The other was perceptiveness.

The much-admired 'effort', in the face of talent and perceptiveness, was barely worth mentioning.

Talent was like her and Song Jiaren; a day of their cultivation was equivalent to ten days for others, a year to ten years, a gap that no amount of effort could bridge.

Perceptiveness was like that of Li Nuo; what others took decades of hard practice to achieve, he needed only to casually flip through.

The bottleneck between the Fourth Realm and Grandmaster seemed nonexistent to him.

Unfortunately, he lacked the talent for the Martial Path.

Without Martial Path talent, mere perceptiveness was not enough to embark on the journey of the Martial Path.

But she had Martial Path talent, and Song Yiren's perceptiveness was quite good, though not comparable to her talent.

His perceptiveness, coupled with her talent, wouldn't becoming a Grandmaster be within easy reach?

Once she became a Grandmaster, who would dare bully him!

He would only need to play music and paint for her, and she would protect him, ensuring not a single hair fell from his head...

Song Yiren leaned her chin on one hand, already lost in some fantasy.

He would be responsible only for being talented, and she would handle the rest. Her perceptiveness might not match his, but he could teach her swordsmanship hands-on. Her husband was not only wise; both his talent and perceptiveness were unmatched in the world. Those sisters of hers would surely be envious...

Finally, Li Nuo had discovered a new use for the Law Code; capturing Martial Artists wasn't a significant benefit for him, but adding his wife changed things. With his wife advancing to Grandmaster soon, they could consummate their marriage sooner.

With this thought, Li Nuo felt a surge of motivation throughout his body.

He picked up the sword again, saying, "I'll demonstrate again, wife, watch carefully..."

Initially, Li Nuo planned to demonstrate himself but felt that teaching hands-on might be better. He had his wife hold the sword, and he grasped her hand, letting her experience it firsthand, which would surely imprint deeper memories.

Song Yiren was lost in fantasy, her gaze drifting inadvertently, her expression suddenly freezing.

There were Li Nuo and Song Jiaren, their bodies close, hand in hand practicing swordsmanship, an image of loving affection—exactly what she had envisioned in her fantasy.

A genius seen once in a century.

A sword genius seen once in a millennium.

This was the husband she had chosen. What had she done wrong, and why was fate treating her this way?

If she was doomed not to have him, why had she been allowed to choose that marriage document in the first place?

In that moment, her blood surged, and her True Qi fluctuated in her meridians.

Clutching her chest, she felt a sharp pain in her heart and a severe headache, her vision darkened, followed by dizziness.

Song Jiaren, who was practicing her sword moves, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned to look in a certain direction.

Li Nuo also turned his head, saw Yiren's face flush red, and watched as she fell straight to the ground. He no longer cared about teaching his wife the sword moves and quickly ran over, shouting loudly, "Yiren, Yiren, what's wrong with you? Wake up…"

Moments later, at the Song Residence.

A gray-haired female doctor slowly withdrew her fingers from Song Yiren's wrist.

Old Mrs. Song, anxious, asked, "Doctor, what's wrong with our Yiren?"

The female doctor smiled slightly and said, "Old Lady, don't worry. The young lady just suffered from an attack of acute distress. I'll have someone send over Huanglian Qingxin Pills shortly. Remember to take them before meals daily. However, this medicine can only relieve symptoms, not cure the root cause. To fundamentally cure her, we need to find and address the underlying issue…"

After the female doctor left, Old Mrs. Song held Song Yiren's hand and asked, "Yiren, what exactly happened that made you so angry? Tell your grandmother, and I will decide for you!"

Lying weakly on the bed, Song Yiren asked, "Really?"

Old Mrs. Song, holding her cane, said earnestly, "Of course, it's true. Even if your father made you angry, your grandmother will take care of it for you!"

Song Yiren gritted her teeth and said, "Sister stole my husband. You make her give him back to me!"

Old Mrs. Song's expression paused, "That… there are so many outstanding young men in Chang'an, grandmother can find a better one for you!"

Song Yiren, in immense heartache, rolled around the bed, saying, "A Sixth-Ranking Scholar with such high comprehension in the Martial Path, who could be better than him? No, he was the husband I chose, I only want him…"

Moments later, Old Mrs. Song left the room, sighing helplessly.

There's only one husband, but two sisters.

They certainly can't share him like they did with toys in their childhood, taking turns each day?

Why didn't the Li Family have twins back then!

If that woman had taken Jiaren away, there wouldn't be such troubles now.

No, she couldn't have let her take Jiaren away either. When she married into the Song family, she shouldn't have agreed!

Look at the mess she made!

…

Li Nuo stood at the gateway, watching the doctor leave, then asked Housekeeper Wu, "Can a martial artist of the Fourth Realm still be knocked out by anger?"

Housekeeper Wu leisurely said, "Why not? A martial artist of the Fourth Realm is still mortal, afflicted by birth, aging, sickness, and death, all unavoidable. Being knocked out by anger is still mild; if the anger causes the spirit to become unanchored, and True Qi runs rampant within the body, even leading to demonic deviations - injuries would be minor; severe cases could destroy meridians and completely eliminate one's cultivation…"

In Li Nuo's heart, Fourth Realm was already a formidable level.

He had not expected that Yiren, capable of scaling walls and flying, seemingly so invulnerable, could actually be so fragile.

Listening to Housekeeper Wu's serious words, for Yiren's health's sake, he had to consider whether he and his wife should move back to the Li Family.

Out of sight, out of mind. If she couldn't see them, she might get less angry.

Li Nuo walked back to his room and saw his wife sitting at the desk, her gaze somewhat vacant.

He approached her, and as she turned to look at Li Nuo, she softly said, "Husband."

Li Nuo sat beside her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Jiaren asked, "Did we… do something wrong to Yiren? Did I make a mistake?"

Holding her hand, Li Nuo said, "Don't overthink it, you did nothing wrong."

Her fate was not her choice; how could she be to blame?

However, from Yiren's perspective, was she at fault either?

It was simply fate playing tricks.

Staying at the Song Residence, Yiren would continually face constant agitation, probably feeling provoked daily. Looking at her, Li Nuo said, "Perhaps, we should move back to the Li Family?"

Song Jiaren pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

That would be running away, and she didn't like to evade.

Meanwhile, inside Song Yiren's room.

Song Yiren swallowed a pill, frowning, "It's so bitter!"

Song Ning'er immediately passed her own cup of water, suggesting, "Sister, drink some sugar water; it won't be so bitter. That's how I used to drink medicine when I was young."

Having drained a cup of sugar water, the bitter taste in her mouth from Huanglian was somewhat suppressed.

Feeling weakened, she lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and mumbled, "Ning'er, if Song Mumu had stolen your toy and you wanted to take it back but couldn't, what would you do?"

For Song Ning'er, this question was a non-issue.

Without even needing to think, her face indifferent, she simply said, "It's easy. Just play with it one day each. That's what we always did…"

[ps: Don't forget to use up your monthly tickets on the last day of the month.]