Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 528 - 526: Sharing a Bed

"I’m not drunk..."

Yue Haitang lay on Luo Feng, a faint smile on his reddened cheeks. With lethargic, drunken eyes, he gazed at Luo Feng. Pressing a finger against Luo Feng’s face, he chuckled, "See? You were the one who collapsed first. You’re drunk, not me... You liar... Liar..."

Perhaps due to the alcohol, Yue Haitang’s eyes were hazy. His flushed, handsome face made his smile even more radiant than usual.

L Luo Feng, usually calm and collected, was momentarily taken aback by Yue Haitang’s gaze.

How beautiful...

Luo Feng sighed inwardly. Unlike Bing Ruolan’s youthful innocence or Yang Wanyi’s flirtatiousness, Yue Haitang possessed a noble quality. Even when drunk, his every move exuded a unique aesthetic. Faced with such a smile, any unsuspecting man would likely be captivated.

What a pity, he’s a man...

Luo Feng exhaled slowly, and the flicker of desire in his heart died instantly.

Just then, Yue Haitang suddenly fell silent and rested his head on Luo Feng’s chest, still mumbling, "Liar..."

Listening to Yue Haitang’s even breathing, Luo Feng felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation. The man had fallen asleep just like that.

Shaking his head, Luo Feng got up, preparing to leave, but found Yue Haitang clutching his lapel.

He tried to gently disengage Yue Haitang’s grip but was surprised by the remarkable strength the other man possessed even in sleep. He simply couldn’t get Yue Haitang to let go.

"Liar... Don’t try to leave... Let’s drink more... Drink..."

Yue Haitang rolled over, pressing Luo Feng’s clothes tightly beneath him.

This kid, so restless even in his sleep. Forget it, I guess I’m staying here for the night.

Luo Feng grumbled to himself as he pulled the blanket over Yue Haitang.

WHOOSH.

Having done this, Luo Feng exhaled, his thoughts turning to the day’s events.

Wei Kuang of the Wild Wind Saber is indeed a formidable opponent. The Twelve Golden Palace assessments truly conceal many powerful individuals. It seems that the fight for the Martial Champion Billboard won’t be easy.

Luo Feng gazed at his right hand, recalling his clash with Wei Kuang earlier that day.

Although he hadn’t revealed his Spiritual Rotation Realm Cultivation then, the power of that strike should have been enough to force an ordinary first-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist to retreat.

Yet, Wei Kuang hadn’t retreated even half a step; instead, he had easily shattered Luo Feng’s Saber Gang. His strength was astounding.

If not for his self-created Martial Art, ’Astonishing Thunder,’ being so exceptionally unpredictable, defeating Xin Chong today would not have been so easy—unless he had revealed his Spiritual Rotation Realm Cultivation.

I must seize the time to cultivate; I hope I can make another breakthrough before the Twelve Golden Palace assessments.

Luo Feng murmured, sat cross-legged next to Yue Haitang, took out a secondary-grade Yuan Stone, and began his daily rigorous training.

The night deepened, and silence permeated the air. Outside the window, a huge, round moon hung high in the sky.

Luo Feng sat on the bed, a faint mist hovering above his head.

The Yuan Qi emanating from the secondary-grade Yuan Stone seeped into his body, strand by strand. It eventually merged with his inherent Yuan Qi, surged into his Dantian, and fortified his two awakened Spiritual Rotations.

By now, the Spiritual Rotations in Luo Feng’s Dantian were several times stronger than when he had first entered the Spiritual Rotation Realm.

Each rotation of his Spiritual Rotations could draw more Yuan Qi from the world around him into his body, and his speed of refining Yuan Stones also increased accordingly.

「Two hours later.」

CRACK!

With a crisp sound, the Yuan Stone in Luo Feng’s hand, depleted of Yuan Qi, crumbled into dust.

Two hours, that’s faster than before.

Luo Feng opened his eyes. Looking at the Yuan Stone fragments in his hand, he exhaled softly. He, too, was astonished by his own exaggerated rate of Yuan Stone consumption.

Consider this: an ordinary first-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist, even at their peak, could consume at most two secondary-grade Yuan Stones per day. Yet, he could already refine two such stones daily!

Fortunately, I obtained a good number of secondary-grade Yuan Stones from Xue Jiuyou. Otherwise, with this rate of consumption, I’d go broke.

Luo Feng mused, a sudden wave of fatigue washing over him. He had been traveling constantly for the past few days and hadn’t had a proper rest.

Looking up, he saw the faint light of dawn outside the window. Luo Feng decided to seize the moment to rest.

Yue Haitang’s right hand still gripped his clothes tightly. Luo Feng, seeing no other option, had to lie down fully clothed.

「The next morning.」

Daylight gradually broke, and Wutie Town, which had been silent all night, began to bustle with activity again.

"Ugh... My head hurts..."

Yue Haitang rubbed his forehead and slowly opened his blurry eyes, sitting up.

Where am I?

Looking around, Yue Haitang’s eyes held a hint of confusion. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed someone else lying beside him.

"Luo Feng, why are you sleeping here...?"

Yue Haitang shook Luo Feng slightly, but his movement abruptly froze. He looked at himself, then at Luo Feng.

After doing this several times, he finally understood his current situation. His face instantly turned as white as a sheet.

Just then, Luo Feng’s eyelids twitched, and he woke up.

"Ah!"

Yue Haitang cried out, hastily pulling the blanket over himself, and glared at Luo Feng. "Luo Feng, you... why are you here!"

Luo Feng sat up, stretched, saw Yue Haitang sitting beside him, and said with a smile, "You’re awake."

Yue Haitang bit his lip tightly, looking at Luo Feng, and said, word by word, "Why were you sleeping in my bed?"

Luo Feng said, exasperated, "This is my bed. Your room is next door. You were the one sleeping in my bed."

"This is... your bed?"

Yue Haitang was stunned, his face growing even more flustered. "How could I be sleeping in your bed?"

"You’re asking me?"

Luo Feng gave a wry smile and pointed to the table covered in disarray. "You should have said earlier if you can’t hold your liquor. You were dead drunk after just two cups, and then you insisted on pulling me to sleep with you. I couldn’t even push you away."

Hearing this, Yue Haitang vaguely recalled the events of the previous night. His expression stiffened. He looked at Luo Feng with incredibly complex emotions in his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Then... last night... you... I... I..."

Seeing Yue Haitang stammering, Luo Feng laughed. "Why are you so nervous? You don’t think I did something to you, do you? I’m not interested in men. Besides, even if you really were a woman, I, Luo Feng, would never take advantage of someone in such a situation."

As he spoke, Luo Feng shrugged.

Hearing this, Yue Haitang pursed his lips, seemingly relieved, and snorted, "I wasn’t nervous. I’m just not used to sleeping in the same bed as someone else."

Luo Feng got out of bed. Hearing this, he turned back and said with a smile, "Then you should remember not to drink in the future. A two-cup lightweight."

"You’re the two-cup lightweight!"

Yue Haitang glared at Luo Feng, then lowered his gaze to the disheveled bed, his expression unreadable.

A short while later, the two of them quickly washed up. As if by some tacit understanding, neither mentioned what had happened the previous night.

They had the attendant bring breakfast. After they finished eating, Yue Haitang suddenly asked, "Luo Feng, what are your plans next?"

Luo Feng pondered for a moment and said, "I plan to go to the Martial Artist Hall first to ask about news of the Dean and the others."

"Then I’ll go with you. On my way to Wutie Town, I encountered a Mysterious Ferocious Crocodile. Although I killed it, my sword was damaged. I need to get a new one."

CLANG!

While speaking, Yue Haitang drew his sword. A cold light flashed as the sword left its sheath. On the gleaming blade, there were several nicks, and a thin crack had already formed in its middle.

"Mysterious Ferocious Crocodile!"

Looking at the damaged blade, Luo Feng’s eyes flickered.

The Mysterious Ferocious Crocodile was a fifth-level Demon Beast. Its skin was like armor and could withstand the attack of a Grade One Spirit Weapon; its defensive power was extraordinary. It was a standout even among other fifth-level Demon Beasts. Ordinary first-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists would generally take a detour if they encountered one.

From Yue Haitang’s tone, it sounded like he had indeed slain the Mysterious Ferocious Crocodile. He has indeed stepped into the Spiritual Rotation Realm; his Cultivation is probably not below mine!

"I managed to kill it by sheer luck."

Yue Haitang, seeing Luo Feng’s expression, smiled and sheathed his sword. He looked up and asked, "Luo Feng, do you have any expertise in weapons? Could you accompany me to choose a new sword?"

"Certainly," Luo Feng replied with a smile, "but I don’t have much expertise in weapons."

"That’s still better than me going alone."

Seeing Luo Feng agree, Yue Haitang seemed very pleased and said, "Then let’s go to the Martial Artist Hall first."

"Alright."

Luo Feng nodded. The two left the inn, asked for the location of the Martial Artist Hall, and went straight there.

If one were to say which was the largest structure in Wutie Town, it would undoubtedly be the Martial Artist Hall.

Wutie Town was surrounded by many perilous lands teeming with countless Demon Beasts, making it an adventurer’s paradise for Martial Artists. Warriors from the four great territories all gathered here.

Martial Artists came to the Martial Artist Hall to exchange information and accept missions.

Luo Feng and Yue Haitang passed through several streets and crossed a long bridge. From a distance, they could see a magnificent building situated in the center of the city.

The structure, nearly thirty to forty meters high and built entirely of stone, was imposing and grand. Near its entrance, teams of fully armored guards patrolled back and forth with expressionless faces, exuding an air of lethality.

"This is truly spectacular," Luo Feng murmured, looking at the imposing building.

Yue Haitang smiled faintly. "This is nothing. The Martial Artist Hall in the Imperial City is more than ten times larger than this..."

"You’ve been to the Imperial City?" Luo Feng turned to look at Yue Haitang and asked.

Yue Haitang’s expression stiffened slightly, as if a sensitive memory had been touched. He nodded. "I grew up there. I only came to Red Maple Ridge when I was thirteen."

Luo Feng noticed Yue Haitang’s change in demeanor and didn’t press further. Yue Haitang seems reluctant to speak about his past, he merely noted to himself.

Looking towards the entrance of the Martial Artist Hall, Luo Feng said, "Let’s go in."

"Mm."

Following the stream of Martial Artists converging from all directions, the two of them walked towards the entrance of the Martial Artist Hall.

Flanking the entrance to the Martial Artist Hall stood two rows of guards clad in armor. Each one was robust and alert, their eyes glinting sharply. All were Martial Artists at the eighth level of the Meridian Wheel Realm or higher; their strength was not to be underestimated.

A guard who seemed to be the leader stood before the entrance, his tiger-like gaze fixed on the surrounding Martial Artists. "Present your Martial Artist Token to enter. Those without a Martial Artist Token, please proceed to the side for the Martial Artist assessment. If anyone attempts to sneak in, don’t blame us for being merciless!"

Luo Feng and Yue Haitang each produced their Martial Artist Token, presented it, and smoothly entered the Martial Artist Hall.