High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

Once aboard the seaplane, the captain, at Geng Lianhu's "advice," changed the flight route.

After a flight lasting twelve hours and requiring four refueling stops, the seaplane successfully landed at... the entrance of the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy.

"That doesn't seem right?"

Feeling the cold wind around him, Chen Mo looked at Geng Lianhu with some confusion.

"Aren't we on holiday?"

"Yeah, it's the holidays, but you still have to bring this old man back first, right?"

Geng Lianhu was still wearing his colorful island-style clothes, and he was also wearing sunglasses that covered half of his face.

"I'm an old man, it's too tiring for me to fly back from Gran Island by myself."

"It's not as comfortable as flying."

"..." Gu Feng and Yang Zuo stepped off the plane, clutching their waists, and stared at Geng Lianhu with dark lines on their faces.

Yes, that's right, you're comfortable now, you've been lying down for twelve hours.

You old man took up the seats of three people, while the other two squatted on the plane for a full twelve hours.

The plane was so small that the two of them could only grumble about how unlucky it was in a corner.

"Dean Geng, you're back."

Gu Shuo, dressed in a neat formal suit, walked out of the Grandmaster's Academy and bowed to Geng Lianhu.

"Dad, what brings you here?"

Gu Feng was taken aback. Shouldn't his father be in Yanjing?

"I've come to take you home for the Chinese New Year."

"Xiaofeng, you've changed a lot."

Gu Shuo smiled and rubbed Gu Feng's head. His son was finally acting like a normal person.

No, it should be said that they are normal people who have made friends.

"Yang Zuo, would you like to come to our house for the New Year?"

After spending this time together, the relationship between Gu Feng and Yang Zuo is no longer as strained as before, and they have become much closer.

"No, we need to worship our ancestors this year, so no outsiders can be in the house."

Gu Shuo shook his head. It wasn't that he was stingy; it was just that it wasn't appropriate for outsiders to participate in the ancestral worship ceremony.

Even visiting is not allowed.

"But...where is he going for the New Year?"

Gu Feng frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with his father's decision.

"It's alright, let this idiot come stay with me for the New Year."

Chen Mo chuckled and put his arm around Yang Zuo's shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him.

Yang Zuo paused for a moment, then turned to look at Chen Mo.

"Is that alright? As long as I have something to eat, I'm fine with it. I can sleep under the bridge."

"Get lost! How could I let you sleep under a bridge when you're spending Chinese New Year at my house?"

Chen Mo was speechless. What exactly happened to this kid back then? How did he become like this?

"Then I..." Ma Wanglin was about to say that she would go too, but she held back.

She's too weak. Even if she's not stronger than Chen Mo, she shouldn't be a burden to him.

Moreover... she also wanted to pray for her parents, even though they were more likely already dead.

"Chen Mo, how many people are in your family? I'm thinking of preparing some New Year's gifts."

Ma Wanglin had no choice but to settle for second best and first try to make a good impression on Chen Mo's family.

"At my home?"

Although Chen Mo didn't know why Ma Wanglin suddenly asked this question, he still told her.

"There are only my parents and my sister in my family, no one else."

"Well, what do your parents like? Show some respect to your elders during the Lunar New Year."

Ma Wanglin nodded vigorously. It seemed that Chen Mo's family relationships weren't complicated, just the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law...

"What nonsense are you thinking..."

With her face flushed, Ma Wanglin rubbed her cheeks and left with a big smile after receiving information about Chen Mo's family's preferences.

"What's wrong with her? Something feels off about her."

Chen Mo rubbed his chin. Ma Wanglin has been acting strangely lately. Could she be plotting against my family?

That shouldn't be possible, I haven't offended her...

"Then it's settled. Yang Zuo, you're coming back with me for the New Year. He Miao, you're going home, right?"

Chen Mo decided to stop thinking about things he couldn't understand and turned to look at He Miao.

"Yes, I'm going home for the Chinese New Year. It'll probably be very lively at home this year."

He Miao smiled shyly. This year, many relatives will be visiting her home for the Spring Festival.

"Dean Geng, shall we... be leaving now?"

Chen Mo couldn't wait any longer; he hadn't seen his family for six months.

"Let's go, let's go. I have a few other old folks to keep me company, so I won't become a lonely old man."

Geng Lianhu waved his hand, relieved that the children were so energetic.

In the past six months, these children have experienced more exciting and dangerous things than most martial artists have in their entire lives.

I hope they can grow up quickly so that this old man can retire soon.

......

On January 13th, after half a year of training and travel, Chen Mo once again set foot on this familiar land.

Taizhou City!

"It feels so good to be home."

Chen Mo stretched. He didn't come back immediately after the holiday was confirmed. Instead, he used his credits to exchange for some things that he couldn't find outside.

Regardless of his sister's talent, at least Chen Yi won't lack resources.

Moreover, it's already past January 1st, so the 15 billion yuan in resources for this year should have been distributed by now, right?

squeak!

The screech of brakes sounded, and the familiar beat-up car came to a stop in front of Chen Mo.

The car window rolled down, and Tian Xingxing and Liang Yongsheng looked at Chen Mo with smiles.

"Xiao Mo is back."

"Yes, I'm back."

Chen Mo smiled and led Yang Zuo to sit in the back seat of the beat-up car.

"Uncle Liang, why are you still driving this beat-up car? Didn't the Health Bureau give you a reward?"

Although they hadn't seen each other for half a year, Chen Mo, Liang Yongsheng, and Tian Xingxing hadn't become strangers.

After all, these two people had helped him when he had nothing.

"I didn't exchange it. I sent all the money to the families of my old comrades."

Liang Yongsheng shook his head, and seemed to be in much better condition.

"Their children might also turn to violence, so I want to at least ensure they have access to the most basic resources."

"Let's leave me aside for now. This must be Yang Zuo, the one you mentioned on the phone, right?"

Liang Yongsheng turned his head and nodded at Yang Zuo.

Yang Zuo stared blankly at Liang Yongsheng.

"You have an injury, but it's not serious. Why don't you seek treatment from a spiritual healer?"

"It's just a minor injury, it won't interfere with my life."

Liang Yongsheng was surprised that Yang Zuo brought up this matter right away, so he quickly waved his hand, trying to skip the topic.

"Besides, hiring a spiritual master costs at least ten million, and I still have that money to save for other uses."

"Are psychic appearance fees really that high?"

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment. He felt that he had used He Miao and Dean Chu to heal his injuries quite a bit.

If you calculate the appearance fee, it must be at least hundreds of millions, right?