My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare!-Chapter 221 - 122: Facing Bottlenecks Again, Numerous Doubts

Song Residence.

Inside a small courtyard.

Li Nuo sat in the pavilion, performing magic tricks for Mumu.

In his left hand, he held a black chess piece, and in his right, a white chess piece.

When he clenched his fists and then relaxed them, the white chess piece switched to his left hand, and the black chess piece moved to his right.

Placing both chess pieces on the table, Li Nuo flashed his palm in front of Mumu’s eyes, and another chess piece suddenly appeared between his fingers.

Song Mu’er looked on with astonishment. Despite having seen the tricks several times, she had no idea how her brother Li Nuo managed them. She grasped Li Nuo’s hand, examining it carefully for a long time with curiosity, "Brother Li Nuo, how did you do that..."

Li Nuo smiled and said, "It’s just a trick, it wouldn’t be fun if I told you how."

Song Mu’er didn’t ask further. Waving at Song Jiaren who had just walked out of the room, she said, "Jiaren sister, come here, brother Li Nuo is performing tricks!"

Song Jiaren slowly walked over and sat opposite Li Nuo.

Li Nuo stole a glance at her; her expression was normal, as usual.

He then performed the magic he had shown to Mumu a few more times for her.

A look of surprise appeared on Song Jiaren’s face.

Even with her Fourth Realm cultivation, she could not discern the mysterious techniques involved.

This was naturally within Li Nuo’s expectations.

Because this was not simply a magic trick.

It was more appropriate to call it a spell or magic.

The switching of chess pieces in each hand essentially involved the Stealing Technique’s "Switch," or even stealing the beam and replacing the pillar.

And the chess piece appearing out of thin air was the Thief School’s "Retrieve objects from the air."

An ordinary thief would need impeccable skills and speed to achieve these feats.

But a true member of the Thief School only needed a thought.

This involved the Power of Heaven and Earth.

Compared to other cultivation systems, martial artists usually gained contact with the Power of Heaven and Earth at the latest stage—they would only start to perceive clues after reaching the Sixth Realm.

Li Nuo could now retrieve a wallet from someone’s embrace into his own hands without them noticing and could transport himself long distances through teleportation.

Although this still did not change the fact that he was weak in combat, it was good to have multiple skills, never knowing when they might come in handy.

Song Jiaren’s gaze was fixed tightly on Li Nuo’s hands, and she even stealthily emitted True Qi to probe, yet she still could not detect the intricacies involved.

However, after so many experiences, even if he could do anything, she would not be surprised.

She didn’t ask Li Nuo how he achieved it and silently picked up her sword, walking into the yard to practice a new Swordsmanship set.

To advance to a Grandmaster, simply enduring harsh training wasn’t enough; she had to integrate the strengths from the Hundred Schools.

Watching his wife practice with the sword, a thought suddenly emerged in Li Nuo’s mind.

Since the Law Code could integrate similar kinds of talents, if he captured more Martial Path talents like his wife, wouldn’t he possess even stronger talents than theirs?

However, finding so many Martial Path talents at once and finding a legitimate reason to capture them was almost too difficult to be feasible.

Capturing just one, using up a lifespan every day to light up her portrait, was much easier.

But he would only acquire the talent, not the cultivation, which he would have to develop bit by bit on his own—Li Nuo was not up for that hardship, better let his wife make the effort.

Besides his wife, there was also Mumu.

The little girl would grow up to be an expert too.

Watching his wife practice with the sword, Li Nuo recalled what Li Anning had said, and after pondering for a moment, he whispered a few words in Mumu’s ear.

Mumu looked towards Song Jiaren, not far away, her black lively eyes swirling before she nodded slightly.

Li Nuo left the Song Residence and, together with Housekeeper Wu, went to the street and bought several locks to continue testing the abilities of the Thief School.

As expected, no matter the internal structure of these locks, he only needed a simple thought to open them.

Indeed, mastering any skill to its extreme was an extraordinary feat.

As Li Nuo left the lock shop, Housekeeper Wu asked, "Young Master, where to now? Back to the Song Family?"

Li Nuo replied, "Not going back yet, let’s stroll on the street a bit longer."

It wasn’t time to return yet.

Meanwhile, at the Song Residence.

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Song Jiaren practiced her swordplay for a while and then sat down to rest.

Mumu ran up from not far and sat beside her, saying, "Jiaren sister, let’s play a game. I’ll ask you some questions, and you must answer immediately without thinking."

Before Song Jiaren could agree, Song Mu’er asked, "Between white and black, which do you like?"

Song Jiaren was wiping Green Frost, and slowly said, "White."

As soon as her words fell, Song Mu’er continued, "Apples and peaches, which do you like?"

Song Jiaren, looking down and cleaning her sword, casually replied, "Peaches."

"Between me and Song Ning’er, whom do you like more?"

Song Jiaren shook her head slightly, not opening her mouth.

Song Mu’er did not dwell on this question and, looking forward with anticipation, asked, "If there’s someone who can paint, play the instrument, and write poems well, adept at Mathematics but not skilled in Martial Path, and another who possesses great Martial Path talent but is not as good in painting, playing instruments, doesn’t write poems and knows no Mathematics, which one would you choose as your husband?"

Song Jiaren looked up, puzzled, "Why do you ask this?"

Song Mu’er, holding her hand, said, "Just curious..."

Song Jiaren shook her head, replying, "I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it."

Still, Song Mu’er persisted, tugging at her arm and cooing, "Oh come on, think about it now..."

Begrudgingly, Song Jiaren considered for a moment and then said, "The first one."

Song Mu’er’s heart leaped with joy and asked, "Why?"