Marry a Chicken, Follow the Chicken; Marry a Dog, Follow the Dog

Yang Xuan tucked the silver yuan stubs into his chest. The Divine Iron was substantial, as big as a washbasin. As for that last book, damn it, the title was smudged and illegible.

System Scan:

Name: Thousand Mountains Shield

Effect: Purely defensive technique. Can be used with any weapon. Relies primarily on energy circulation routes. No fixed forms. Divided into four major realms: [One Mountain Shield], [Ten Mountains Shield], [Hundred Mountains Shield], [Thousand Mountains Shield].

Ding~ Successfully learned [Thousand Mountains Shield].

"Not bad, not bad," he said, pocketing the items under Huang Baiwan's astonished gaze.

"Some things, the more you know, the faster you die. Mr. Huang, you understand this principle, don't you?" Yang Xuan said casually, looking at his fingernails.

"What are you talking about? I didn't see anything," Huang Baiwan replied, not daring to engage further.

Done and dusted. A good haul. Time to head back, or Tingting will be waiting too long.

A young girl sat at a desk, surrounded by numerous financial ledgers. However, her gaze was fixed and distant, her thoughts having wandered far away. Only the occasional sweet smile that graced her lips proved that she was likely thinking about something very happy and blissful.

"Tingting, I'm back," Yang Xuan's voice sounded from the windowsill.

Tingting turned her head. Seeing Yang Xuan standing by the windowsill, tangled in the curtain fabric he'd tripped on, she let out a giggle.

Yang Xuan looked up, feigning helplessness. "I was trying to surprise you, but I didn't expect to get caught by the curtain."

"Brother Xuan, are you alright?" Tingting eagerly rushed to Yang Xuan's side, carefully checking him for any injuries.

"Tingting, you don't have to worry about things anymore. I've dealt with Huang Baiwan. He won't target the Ren family again," Yang Xuan replied.

"Brother Xuan!" Tingting directly hugged Yang Xuan, burying her face in his scent as if seeking greater security.

Yang Xuan gently stroked Tingting's hair. She's such a pitiable soul. She was supposed to be a rich young lady, never wanting for anything, with a father who doted on her. But in just a few days, she lost her loving father forever. Her family's business, her sole reliance, was almost swallowed up. When she was at her wit's end, Yang Xuan appeared, subdued her reanimated grandfather and father, killed the mastermind, and even saved the family business, bringing warmth and light to the girl lost in darkness.

Yang Xuan lowered his head, gazing at Tingting's smooth, jade-like face and her cherry-red lips. An urge to kiss her surged within him.

Just then, Ren Tingting looked up, about to say something, when her lips suddenly brushed against something. Upon closer inspection, she realized she was pressed against his waiting lips. She felt a moment of panic, but it was quickly replaced by intoxication... After a long moment, their lips parted. Both were breathing a little heavily. She avoided his gaze, lowering her head, her small face flushing.

"Don't leave tonight," Ren Tingting said, as if making a great decision.

The two went to the bedroom and lay on the bed, exchanging seemingly trivial but intimate words. Slowly, they drew closer, the temperature in the room seeming to rise. Before they knew it, they were kissing again.

Yang Xuan's hand slowly moved towards Tingting's chest. Hmm, not too big, not too small. Yang Xuan hadn't had a girlfriend for about two years in his main world, and he'd been without a woman since then. After practicing National Arts and enhancing his physique, Yang Xuan's inner fire had been growing stronger. He usually focused on his training and didn't think about such things, but now it was directly ignited. Tingting, at eighteen years old, was at the age of budding romance, a flower waiting to bloom.

They rolled on the bed like thunder and lightning striking earth and fire. Yang Xuan had had a girlfriend before, and having been "educated" by Japanese films, he was already an experienced hand. In contrast, Ren Tingting was like a fledgling bird, only able to passively receive his advances.

The passion of the night was beyond description for outsiders.

[Imagine 5000 words here]

The next day.

Lazy sunlight streamed in through the windows, the air thick with the scent of male and female hormones. Busy footsteps could be heard from the yard below as the servants began their cleaning. Birds chirped noisily on the branches outside the window.

Yang Xuan's eyes slowly opened. He looked at Ren Tingting, who was sleeping beside him with a tired expression, and a warmth spread through his heart.

Sigh, even though I know the plot, the world is real, and the people are real. Many things happen naturally, beyond prediction. But it's good. At least Yang Xuan is enjoying this situation now.

"Mmm!"

"Tingting, you're awake?" Yang Xuan said, turning to her.

Ren Tingting looked down and saw she was completely naked. She immediately covered her head with the blanket, her face turning bright red. After a long moment, she peeked out, her voice laced with worry, "Brother Xuan, is your fiancée fierce?"

"Why do you ask?" Yang Xuan inquired.

"A wife follows her husband, whether he's a chicken or a dog. Once I'm yours, I'm yours. Wherever you go, I go. No matter how fierce your fiancée is, I'll be by your side," Ren Tingting declared firmly.

Yang Xuan didn't realize that, in this era, the main wife held absolute authority in the inner courtyard. If it were a concubine without a strong background, even if she were beaten to death, as long as it was handled carefully, no one would intervene. This showed how resolute Ren Tingting was.

"I'll arrange things later. Don't worry, no one will bully you while I'm here," Yang Xuan said, feeling a bit speechless. Tingting could accept it, but he wasn't sure if Natasha would. It would be difficult. However, he decided not to dwell on it for now. After all, they were from different worlds. If it really came to it, he could just visit periodically. Others kept their mistresses in hidden mansions; Yang Xuan would keep his in his world. As a shut-in otaku and a nobody, he couldn't help but wear a lewd smile as he imagined what it would be like with two women.

"Tingting, I need to go back to the Mortuary. I'll move in a few days," Yang Xuan said as he dressed.

"Mmm, come back soon. I'm too tired, I want to sleep a bit more," Ren Tingting said lazily.

"I'm leaving. I'll tell the servants to bring you food later," Yang Xuan said before leaving.

A wave of sweetness washed over Ren Tingting. This man still cared about her. Suddenly, a strong wave of sleepiness hit her again, and she drifted back to sleep.

Yang Xuan returned to the Mortuary and looked up to see a figure standing by the door, smoking a pipe.

"Master, good morning," Yang Xuan said, his heart skipping a beat.

"Heh heh, had a good time yesterday, didn't you? Tingting is a good girl. Treat her well, don't let her down," Uncle Nine said, exhaling smoke rings.

"Don't worry, Master. I will treat Tingting well," Yang Xuan agreed.

"I'm not sure if I should tell you about this," Uncle Nine said, looking conflicted.

Yang Xuan was puzzled. What was it? And why was his master only saying half the sentence? He was dying of curiosity. "Master, what is it? Tell me."

"Didn't you say you wanted to study the Corpse Control Technique last time? Plus, your state of mind has been unstable lately, and in a few days, your Martial Uncle will be here. He's skilled in many things, but corpse control is his specialty. His home is in a beautiful, serene place, so you could go there for a while to calm your mind and cultivate yourself. But now that you're like this with Tingting, it's your decision whether to go or not."