High Martial Arts Storm

The moonlight was hazy.

Yang Haocheng was startled awake by his alarm clock; only four hours had passed.

After a quick wash and a change of clothes, he hurriedly left the lounge. Just before entering the sensor pod, he glanced at the information on his personal terminal and found a message from Mo Yan.

"Should we report to Wanlian Taoist Temple ahead of schedule?"

"My sister is also at Wanlian Dao Academy. Once Mo Yan goes there, she and my sister can look after each other."

After pondering for a moment, Yang Haocheng gave up on entering the sensor pod. After contacting Mo Yan, the two agreed to meet at the Youmeng Cafe outside the City Lord's Mansion.

A dozen minutes later.

He met Mo Yan.

A girl with a youthful face and large breasts, as cute as an angel, greeted him with a sweet smile.

"Yang Haocheng, you haven't been sleeping long enough," Mo Yan said with concern.

"It's alright. I have gene-enhancing potions to restore mental strength, and Elder Mo also gave me a bottle of Soul-Gathering Liquid, which can also enhance mental strength, so I can hold on," Yang Haocheng said with a smile.

"Um!"

Mo Yan nodded gently and said, "In short, when you can't hold on any longer, just rest."

"Okay." Yang Haocheng couldn't resist ruffling Mo Yan's hair. Only when Mo Yan's face gradually turned red did he realize his mistake. He chuckled awkwardly and withdrew his hand, saying, "I saw your message. You said you're going to report to Wanlian Dao Academy early. When are you planning to leave?"

"First thing tomorrow morning."

"I wish you a safe journey and that you will shine brightly at Wanlian Academy and become a top expert," Yang Haocheng said with a smile.

"Thank you, would you like me to rub your head again?" Mo Yan asked with a grin.

"Uh...cough cough!"

Yang Haocheng walked to the opposite side of the table and sat down, chuckling, "You're so cute, I couldn't resist."

cute?

Does he really think so?

Mo Yan's expression became somewhat dazed and cute, and two pink blushes appeared on her delicate and adorable face.

She hadn't felt anything when others said she was cute before, but Yang Haocheng's compliment made her feel genuinely shy, though she hadn't had time to think about why.

"As far as I know, Lan Xinlin has been admitted to Ziyang Dao Academy, and you two are already married, but you are going to Siji Martial Arts Academy to cultivate. Will this separation affect your relationship?" Mo Yan suddenly asked.

"Are we friends?" Yang Haocheng asked instead of answering.

"Of course!"

"Since we're good friends, I'll tell you a secret, but don't tell anyone else," Yang Haocheng said in a low voice.

"What secret?" Mo Yan asked with a curious look.

"My marriage to Lan Xinlin was just a sham; it was mainly to help her resist the Lan family's demand for a marriage alliance," Yang Haocheng said with a smile.

A sham marriage?

Are you kidding me?

Solve your problems through marriage?

How could they possibly do something so important?

but……

In this way, their relationship won't be affected if they go to different higher education institutions to cultivate.

"Yang Haocheng, as good friends, can I ask you a serious question?" Mo Yan leaned over and asked in a mysterious low voice.

"What's the problem? Why are you making such a fuss?" Yang Haocheng asked with a smile.

"Will you only marry one wife in the future? Or will you marry several wives?" Mo Yan said, then thought for a moment and added, "After all, it's not the monogamous system before the Great Cataclysm anymore. Powerful female martial artists can marry multiple husbands at the same time if they want, and powerful and wealthy men can also marry multiple wives at the same time."

"I have no interest in getting married," Yang Haocheng immediately waved his hand and said.

"What? How could this be?" Mo Yan asked blankly, muttering, "Are you interested in men? From now on...?"

"Stop! What are you talking about?!" Yang Haocheng said, both amused and exasperated. "I just don't want to be tied down by emotions too early. At our age, we should focus our energy on cultivation and becoming stronger."

"You scared me to death! I thought you liked men!" Mo Yan patted her chest, and with a tremor, she opened her big, bright black eyes and stared at Yang Haocheng, continuing to ask, "But, so many people are dating early these days! In high school, there were more than a dozen couples in my class. If you find a wife too late, won't you end up eating other people's leftovers?"

"puff……"

Yang Haocheng had just taken a sip of coffee when he suddenly spat out most of it, spraying it all over Mo Yan's face and staining her clothes.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it, it's just that... cough cough, it really shocked me." Yang Haocheng said apologetically, both amused and exasperated, handing over a tissue. "What on earth is going on in your little head? Hey... let's not discuss your wild ideas right now, hurry up and wipe yourself clean, then go change your clothes!"

"You're so annoying."

Mo Yan spoke, but she wasn't angry; instead, a smile played on her lips.

She quickly wiped her face and then suggested leaving the coffee shop.

"Are you going home to change your clothes?" Yang Haocheng asked.

"Let's go to a hotel!" Mo Yan said after thinking for a moment. "I'm a little hungry too. Let's get a room, and I'll have the hotel staff buy me some clothes. After I change, we can eat and chat. I have an important question to ask you!"

"Are you a walking encyclopedia of whys?" Yang Haocheng joked.

Checking in at the hotel!

This wasn't the first time.

Even spending time with girls in hotel rooms wasn't a first for him.

He had no evil intentions, so he readily agreed.

Half an hour later.

After taking a shower and putting on the new clothes brought by the hotel staff, Mo Yan said while drying her wet hair, "Yang Haocheng, please use a hairdryer to dry my hair!"

"I……"

Yang Haocheng wanted to refuse, since men and women shouldn't touch each other, but he remembered that he had ruffled the other person's hair in the coffee shop earlier, and that he was the one who sprayed coffee and got the other person's hair dirty, so he had no choice but to agree.

Blow-dry your hair...

He's very good at this kind of thing.

Back when he was at home, he often helped his sister blow-dry her hair.

"Mo Yan, your hair is so smooth and of such good quality. Did you take good care of it before?" Yang Haocheng asked curiously as he dried her hair with a hairdryer.

"I'm naturally beautiful, and my good hair is all natural," Mo Yan said, sitting in the chair with her head down, somewhat proudly. "You're quite skilled at blow-drying hair too! Did you often blow-dry Lan Xinlin's hair before?"

"No, I'm blow-drying my sister's hair." Yang Haocheng tapped Mo Yan's head with his finger and said irritably, "I already told you, Lan Xinlin and I are in a fake marriage. There are no feelings between us... cough cough, not to the point of blow-drying each other's hair."

emotion……

I think there is, right?

After all, he really liked Lan Xinlin, and since she was willing to date him and consider marriage in the future, she probably had feelings for him too.

"By the way, my sister is also at Wanlian Dao Academy. I think she's going there as an instructor." Yang Haocheng continued without stopping what he was doing. "Aren't you also going to Wanlian Dao Academy to cultivate? I'll give you my sister's contact information later. Add her as a friend, and when you get to Wanlian Dao Academy, you can look after each other."

"Um!"

Mo Yan responded softly, touched, and said, "Yang Haocheng, you're a really nice person."

"What?"

"Your sister is a counselor, and I'm just a freshman who hasn't even registered yet. You say it's so we can look after each other in the future, but actually you just want your sister to take good care of me, right?" Mo Yan explained what she understood.

"..."

Yang Haocheng felt that the other party had misunderstood.

only……

This misunderstanding is wonderful.

"By the way, you said you had something to ask me, what is it?" Yang Haocheng asked with a smile.

"Stop rubbing your hands...it itches." Mo Yan casually raised her hand and slapped Yang Haocheng, but it hit his vital spot, causing Yang Haocheng to bend over even deeper. "Don't stop! What's wrong with you? Ah..."

Mo Yan's delicate face instantly turned bright red, so embarrassed she almost wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.

"Don't touch me! Girls should be reserved," Yang Haocheng muttered, then continued to blow-dry her hair.

Mo Yan dared not move again.

She lowered her head and let Yang Haocheng carefully blow-dry her hair.

Seven or eight minutes later.

Yang Haocheng put the hairdryer away, then took a few steps back, sat down on the sofa, and said with a smile, "It's almost dry. Now you can tell me what questions you want to ask, right?"

"You still haven't answered me how many wives you want to marry in the future!" Mo Yan complained.

"nine!"

"What?"

Mo Yan's expression froze for a moment, then turned strange.

Yang Haocheng declared confidently, "Commander Long is my idol. He can marry seven wives, so why can't I marry nine? I want to surpass him!"

"You heartless radish," Mo Yan said, embarrassed and annoyed.

"Ha ha……"

After a while.

Mo Yan finally voiced her question: "Since your talent for cultivation is so remarkable, why was your cultivation level so low more than four months ago? Did you find a good way to cultivate quickly?"

"this……"

Yang Haocheng didn't know how to explain himself.

The "Blessed Land" system is his biggest secret. The fact that he has been able to cultivate so quickly in the past few months is thanks to the questioner in front of him!

"Can't I say?"

"With ample cultivation resources, powerful auxiliary weapons, and a bit of fortuitous encounters, my cultivation speed has become so fast," Yang Haocheng replied perfunctorily.

A serendipitous encounter?

That should be the main reason.

Mo Yan looked curious, but did not press the matter further.