That being said, Hu Niu's martial arts specialty is direct and simple, devoid of any complex variations. She has honed this characteristic to the extreme over the course of her life.
According to Ye Lang, the path of martial arts starts from simplicity and progresses to complexity, but ultimately ends up with simplicity again, possibly even just with a direct punch.
However, at this level, even if you understand the move and anticipate where it will strike, you can never avoid it unless you are also an expert of the same level.
Hu Niu's approach doesn't skip the process, but she simplifies the complexity more than others.
After the thunder and storm reached its peak, suddenly it subsided, transforming from extreme movement to extreme stillness, causing the energy to dissipate and the entire courtyard to become calm.
During this process, something very strange happened—Ye Lang remained calm throughout, and even the large pile of books on his table remained unaffected by Hu Niu's energy.
This isn't because Hu Niu took care of Ye Lang; she couldn't do that. The only explanation is that Ye Lang himself did something to calm the energy.
This is quite strange, and if someone saw it, they would certainly be filled with doubt and might not understand how the thirteen young master, who knew nothing, could resolve such energy!
Hu Niu didn't find this strange; perhaps she didn't notice, or perhaps she was used to it. Ye Lang had always sat beside her like this.
Furthermore, Hu Niu would encounter such surprises every day with Ye Lang. If she was astonished by every single thing, she would have had a nervous breakdown long ago!
"Master, I've now mastered all the techniques of the Yang Family Spear." Hu Niu seemed to be showing off a little, seeking Ye Lang's approval because his words could make her very happy.
Of course, this is solely due to the emotional bond between them, not Hu Niu's personality preferences. If it were someone else, she would simply disregard their words. Similarly, there are times when Ye Lang seeks admiration from Hu Niu.
This is a very special kind of relationship, yet also very common. However, such relationships are not often seen in modern society—it's the intimate bond between childhood friends who grew up together.
"Yeah, good. Now I just need a little more practice, and it's only a matter of time. I am also very powerful; I've already memorized the entire class notes, and now I just need to study. It's also just a matter of time," Ye Lang replied with a smile, his gaze never leaving the books in his hands.
"Hmph! You're just fobbing me off again. I'm going to take a bath, and you better not move from here," Hu Niu snorted, seemingly a little unhappy, and then went inside to bathe.
She was used to treating Ye Lang as someone who needed care. To her, the idiotic thirteen young master was the same as any normal person, or one could even say that he was capable of taking care of himself and others. Therefore, she would still consider him someone in need of her care.
"Okay, I got it," Ye Lang naturally replied, continuing to read and enjoy the tranquility of the moment.
After a long while, a young girl rushed in from outside, and with a concerned expression, she asked Ye Lang directly, "Brother, why did you hire a mercenary group? They have come knocking at our door now—what exactly do you intend to do? Are you going to squander money again?"
This young girl is undoubtedly Ye Lan Yu, and based on her experience, most of Ye Lang's similar behaviors often involve squandering money, purely squandering money.
Ye Lang was inexplicably absent-minded for a while, then slowly raised his head, looking at Ye Lan Yu with a absent-minded expression, as if pondering something.
At this moment, Ye Lan Yu did not notice Ye Lang's peculiar behavior and continued, "It must be that. Otherwise, why would you hire Anna Mercenary Group? They are one of the top one hundred large mercenary groups on the continent, and one of the few all-female mercenary groups. Brother, your motives are impure..."
"I am pure," Ye Lang distractedly replied.
Ye Lan Yu fell silent.
"Brother, what exactly are you up to this time? Not only did you hire them, you even want their entire group to mobilize. If you are providing an escort, then what exactly are you escorting?" Ye Lan Yu was a bit confused, and this situation left her feeling puzzled.
According to what she knew, Anna Mercenary Group received a commission from Ye Lang two months ago, but they only came to him now, not because of his request, nor solely because they were too busy. It was because Ye Lang's request was a bit peculiar.
His request was for the entire mercenary group to carry out this task, and it had to be the entire group. The timing was not an issue, as he could wait until all the personnel were gathered.
The mercenary group only knew that it was an escort mission; they didn't know anything else. Normally, a mercenary group would clarify the situation, then decide how many people to send based on the circumstances, and they wouldn't necessarily send the entire group. Even if the commissioner wanted them to, they might not agree. However, this time they agreed because Ye Lang's offered compensation was too generous, an amount that no mercenary group would refuse.
They now knew one thing for sure—Ye Family's Thirteenth Young Master truly lived up to being a super squanderer, not taking money seriously at all!
"Are you sure this isn't a new way of squandering money?" Ye Lan Yu looked at Ye Lang, who was lost in thought, and questioned him with suspicion.
Although Ye Lang had been calmer over the past three months, and had almost not squandered money or done anything outrageous, the impression he had made in the past was too deep. It was inevitable that people would suspect him of trying something new and making them wonder if he wasn't trying to escort some treasure.
Moreover, Ye Lan Yu had grown up with Ye Lang, and she felt that he had nothing to escort. He didn't have anything to send, as he hadn't had any contact with outsiders besides those in the capital, and it was impossible for him to have something to send.
"No!" Ye Lang seemed to suddenly wake up and then spoke with a hint of melancholy, "This time, I'm not just playing around; it's a serious matter..."