High Martial Arts Storm

Yang Haocheng looked surprised.

He looked Ouyang Pufang up and down, noticing the intense anticipation in her eyes.

What's going on?

Does she know Yang Yi and the others?

Correct!

Yang Yi and the others were once students of Ziyang Taoist Academy, so it's not surprising that some of the academy's leaders knew them. However, they all wore masks and didn't show their true faces. Shouldn't Ouyang Pufang be able to recognize their true identities?

"Vice Dean Ouyang, I shouldn't refuse in principle, but they are my followers after all, so I need to ask for their opinion on whether they are willing to see you," Yang Haocheng said hesitantly.

"Okay, I..."

At this time.

Yang Er came out wearing a mask.

Her indifferent gaze fixed on Ouyang Pufang, and she said calmly, "Vice Dean Ouyang, your student Zhang Xinya is dead. What she wanted to tell you was that she was sorry for letting you down, and if she had the chance, she could repay you in the next life."

"Zhang Xinya?"

Ouyang Pufang trembled and looked at Yang Er in disbelief, saying, "You are Zhang Xinya. I recognize your voice and your figure... Yes, it's you."

"She's dead!" Yang Er said.

immediately!

She turned to look at Yang Haocheng and said, "Master, we don't want to see anyone from Ziyang Academy anymore, and we won't come out of the martial arts room again. We hope you can allow us to."

"I respect your choice," Yang Haocheng said.

"Thanks."

After Yang Er finished speaking, he looked at Ouyang Pufang again and said calmly, "A sister asked me to tell you that your daughter has died. She was unable to fulfill her filial duties in this life, but she will repay your kindness in the next life, and the life after that...."

"Damn it..."

Ouyang Pufang's body trembled.

Her eyes reddened, and she stared intently at Yang Er, saying sharply, "She's not dead. I know she's not dead. The figure in the video... it's her. I absolutely cannot be mistaken."

Saying that!

A terrifying pressure erupted from her, causing Yang Er, Yang Haocheng, Lan Xinlin, and the others to involuntarily retreat.

"Is she in the martial arts room? I want to see her. I want to ask her what exactly happened in the Hengjie during those eight years, and why..."

call out!call out!

Two figures appeared in the hall.

Tang Xue unleashed a terrifying aura, coldly staring at Ouyang Pufang and saying, "Dean Ouyang, are you trying to bully the weak? Do you think our Four Seasons Martial Arts Academy has no one left?"

"Get out of my way, I need to see my daughter!" Ouyang Pufang shouted angrily.

"Your daughter?"

Tang Xue turned to look at Yang Haocheng.

Yang Haocheng gently shook his head. As Ouyang Pufang's oppressive aura blocked Tang Xue's path, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Vice Dean Ouyang, why bother? If she had no reasons, why wouldn't she acknowledge you as her mother? Or... are you trying to force her to her death by insisting on seeing her?"

Drive her to her death?

Ouyang Pufang's body swayed, and the oppressive aura emanating from him vanished instantly.

"Why?" she asked, her eyes red as she looked at Yang Er again.

Yang Er didn't say anything, but turned and walked towards the stairs.

Yang Haocheng remained silent for a moment, looked at Ouyang Pufang's face full of grief, and said softly, "Senior Ouyang, I promised them that I would not tell anyone what they had experienced in the Heng Realm, but I can tell you that their many years in the Heng Realm were not much better than being in hell."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Pufang burst into tears.

She guessed it.

Given her pride, her daughter would only refuse to see him if she had suffered an extremely tragic fate in Hengjie and endured prolonged inhuman torture.

only……

She felt so sorry for him!

If she could, she would gladly take all the pain her daughter suffered upon herself, even if it meant making herself ten or a hundred times more miserable.

Tang Xue and Meng Zizai looked at each other in bewilderment.

They understood.

Among the four women who followed Yang Haocheng out of Hengjie, one was Ouyang Pufang's only daughter. That girl had encountered a very tragic experience in Hengjie, so she was unwilling to acknowledge her mother. It could be said that... that girl was unwilling to face everything and everyone from the past.

The person is not dead, but their spirit has already collapsed.

A person who doesn't commit suicide may just be a walking corpse.

A sense of pity arose in their hearts, and they felt a pang of sympathy for Ouyang Pufang as she looked on in pain.

"Vice Dean Ouyang, Yang Haocheng is a loyal and righteous young man, and he is also very intelligent. Your daughter will stay by his side from now on, and he will help her get out of her pain. Give her some time," Tang Xue said softly.

"Thanks!"

Ouyang Pufang said gratefully.

immediately!

She turned to look at Yang Haocheng, took out a storage device with a flick of her wrist, stepped forward and stuffed it into Yang Haocheng's hand, pleading, "This is a gift for you, please treat her well in the future... treat them well."

"Senior Ouyang, I don't need it..."

"Take this. It's my heartfelt gift, and a little comfort for a mother." Ouyang Pufang shook her head and said bitterly, "It's enough that she's still alive. Even if I only see her in a video, I'll be content."

Yang Haocheng felt a lump in his throat and slowly looked up.

maternal love……

He has experienced it.

He was old enough to remember things before his mother passed away, and he still remembers how warm his mother's embrace was.

"I will treat them well, provide them with living necessities and cultivation resources, help them become stronger, and help them get out of their suffering." Yang Haocheng said with a serious face, "However, for us martial artists, life and death are unpredictable. Perhaps I will die before them, or perhaps they will die before me. What I can assure you is that I will live and die with them as much as possible."

"That's enough!"

Ouyang Pufang nodded emphatically, her eyes red.

She glanced at Tang Xue and Meng Zizai, then her gaze fell on Lan Xinlin, and she asked, "Are you willing to become my disciple? Don't worry, my cultivation has already broken through to the three-star Battle King realm. If you are willing to become my disciple and cultivate diligently in the future, I can guarantee that your cultivation level will break through to at least the four-star Battle Marshal realm before you graduate from Ziyang Academy."

Lan Xinlin was startled.

A Samsung War King level expert?

No wonder the pressure emanating from the other party was so terrifying!

She looked at Yang Haocheng with a questioning gaze.

Yang Haocheng nodded.

Upon seeing this, Lan Xinlin immediately knelt before Ouyang Pufang and respectfully said, "I am willing to become your disciple."

At this time.

He Xiaomin, who was not far away, reacted quickly and poured a cup of tea for Lan Xinlin.

"Master, please have some tea."

"good!"

Ouyang Pufang took the teacup and drank the tea in one gulp.

"After Yang Haocheng leaves Ziyang Dao Academy, come find me at the back mountain! From now on... you can cultivate with me at the back mountain. As for the cultivation resources you need, I will prepare them for you," Ouyang Pufang said.

"Um!"

Lan Xinlin nodded gently.

Ouyang Pufang glanced again in the direction Yang Er had disappeared, then said to Yang Haocheng, "I'm going back now. If you can help her resolve her inner conflict in the future, please tell her that her mother will always be waiting for her... to come home."

"I will definitely pass on the message."

Thank you!

Ouyang Pufang did not linger and disappeared outside the hall.

Meng Zizai looked towards the hall door and murmured to herself, "The hearts of parents are truly selfless!"

"Instructor Meng, you are also a good father," Yang Haocheng said with a smile.

"roll……"

Meng Zizai laughed and scolded.

Tang Xue smiled gently.

Others may not know what Meng Zizai did recently, but she knows it all. For that reason... Meng Zizai had her eye on having another son-in-law.

"You may continue your meal! I'm going back to my lodgings to cultivate."

"I'm leaving too."

After Tang Xue and Meng Zizai finished speaking, they walked outside.

Yang Haocheng looked at Lan Xinlin and smiled, "Congratulations on finding a good master."

"Thanks to you," Lan Xinlin said with a smile.

"You know you owe it all to me, so how are you going to thank me?" Yang Haocheng leaned closer to the other person.

"You...stay away from me."

"I don't want to..."

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye.

Yang Haocheng has been at Ziyang Taoist Temple for twenty-nine days.

With only one day left, he was about to leave Ziyang Taoist Academy.

In the past twenty-odd days, Lan Xinlin's cultivation level broke through to the one-star warrior realm, while his cultivation level did not break through to the eight-star warrior realm, but his combat power value also broke through to 27.9.

It was late at night.

The bed, which had been rocking for a long time, finally quieted down.

Parting is imminent.

The two exchanged no sweet words or much conversation.

We just held each other... and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

The next morning.

After Yang Haocheng and Lan Xinlin finished breakfast together, Tang Xue and Meng Zizai arrived, along with Wolf Eagle and Tiger Eagle, as well as the eighteen members of the Ghost Team.

"Greetings, Master."

The members of the Ghost Team greeted each other with smiles and fists clasped.

"How has everyone been lately?" Yang Haocheng asked with a smile.

"Everything is fine." Lin Zhiqiang showed a grateful expression and said, "The cultivation resources you sent us in the past twenty days have allowed our cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds. Although not much time has passed, our cultivation has made breakthroughs again, and we will be able to better accompany you in battle in the future."

"hehe!"

Yang Haocheng smiled and was about to speak when Lan Xinlin took his left hand.

Lan Xinlin looked at the members of the Ghost Team, her gaze finally settling on Lin Zhiqiang. She said softly, "It's good to improve your cultivation, but if you can avoid fighting, try to fight as little as possible. Safety is more important than anything else."

For an instant.

The members of the Ghost Squad all wore strange expressions.

They looked at Yang Haocheng, then at Lan Xinlin, and nodded with smiles.

"I will obey your orders, Madam," Chen Zhiqiang said with a smile and a fist salute.

"No need to call me Madam, just call me... Lan Xinlin," Lan Xinlin said with a hint of shyness.

"Let's call you Boss Lady!" Lu Xinglin suddenly said with a smile.

"what?"

"The boss is also our boss, so it's only right that we call you 'Boss Lady'," Lu Xinglin said with a smile.

"A good title," Yang Haocheng praised.

aside.

Tang Xue rolled her eyes, inwardly cursing Lu Xinglin and the others as sycophants, and then said, "Alright, stop dawdling. Lan Xinlin, you should focus on your cultivation at Ziyang Academy and try not to take any more risks in the future, otherwise Yang Haocheng... will be making a fuss and rushing to save you again."

"What?"

Lan Xinlin's expression froze.

Yang Haocheng sensed something was wrong and hurriedly said, "Lin Lei told me that you went to the Helan Desert for training. I know the Helan Desert is not peaceful, and I was afraid you would encounter danger, so I asked Instructor Tang and the others to bring me here."

"Is that so?" Lan Xinlin asked doubtfully.

"yes!"