Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

The Wu brothers, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, actually lost?! And lost so thoroughly and so quickly!

Guo Fu's breath hitched. She knew that although the martial arts of the Da Wu and Xiao Wu brothers couldn't compare to hers, they were still among the best of their generation, and the combined power of their swords was formidable. Yet Lin Xuan had actually... had defeated them so effortlessly! And it seemed that Lin Xuan hadn't even used his full strength, and hadn't even drawn his weapon!

Shocked, a sense of pride welled up within her. So he really was that strong. This cast a different humiliation and resentment overshadowing everything else. A complex mix of emotions surged within her.

While Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen were still in shock, Wu Dunru suddenly staggered, seemingly unable to support himself due to pain in his arm. Wu Xiuwen immediately stepped forward to support him, both brothers' eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

"You...you who are you?!" Wu Xiuwen was furious.

They were about to launch an attack when they were interrupted by a clear, crisp voice.

"Wu Dunru, Wu Xiuwen! What are you doing?!"

Guo Fu, with light, graceful steps and a swaying figure, rushed into the middle of the three men, leaving a trail of fragrance. Her already rosy oval face was now flushed even more with the heat of running and her embarrassment, her bright almond-shaped eyes sweeping over the Wu brothers with undisguised anger. Seeing the disheveled state of the Wu brothers, she felt a mixture of surprise and, more than anything, a vague and inexplicable irritation.

"Fu-mei!"

The Wu brothers, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, were both ashamed and furious when they saw Guo Fu appear. They had been defeated by Lin Xuan, an outsider, in front of their beloved Guo Fu, and defeated so humiliatingly! It was worse than death.

Wu Dunru spoke first, his voice filled with grievance and resentment: "Sister Fu, you've come at the right time! This Lin Xuan, he he he... he bullied you, and we brothers stood up for you, but he..."

"Shut up!" Guo Fu shouted, interrupting Wu Dunru. Usually spoiled and willful, she now possessed a fierce and unyielding air, her beautiful face appearing even more unapproachable, her gaze sharp as a knife.

She turned to face Lin Xuan, only to find him still calm, as if he had expected her to appear, with even a hint of barely perceptible amusement in his eyes. This made Guo Fu feel even more suffocated.

She turned back to face Da Wu and Xiao Wu, lowering her voice slightly but her tone becoming even sterner: "You two! All you do is cause trouble! Lin Xuan is our junior brother, why did you attack him for no reason?!"

“But Sister Fu… he…” Wu Xiuwen tried to explain, pointing at Lin Xuan.

"Enough!" Guo Fu's voice suddenly rose, her bright and captivating almond-shaped eyes widening, her imposing manner astonishing. "You two are inferior in skill, yet you still have the nerve to howl here?!"

Her words stunned the Wu brothers. They never expected that Guo Fu would not help them, but instead reprimand them! And in front of Lin Xuan!

Wu Dunru's face turned pale and then red, and the pain in his arm seemed to intensify. Wu Xiuwen's eyes were red, filled with pent-up grievances he had nowhere to vent.

"You're not as skilled as me, yet you accuse Lin Xuan of bullying me?" Guo Fu sneered, her peach-blossom face carrying a hint of mockery, her charming naivety tinged with arrogance. "When did it become your place to stand up for me? If anyone can bully me, it's because I'm incompetent!"

Hearing her words was even more painful for Da Wu and Xiao Wu than being beaten by Lin Xuan. Guo Fu actually admitted that it was because they were less skilled, not because Lin Xuan had bullied her! This was undoubtedly a resounding slap in the face to them in public.

After Guo Fu finished speaking, she glanced at Lin Xuan out of the corner of her eye and saw a slight smirk on his lips, a hint of barely perceptible smugness. She felt even more angry and ashamed. That bastard was clearly enjoying the show!

Guo Fu stopped looking at the stunned Wu brothers and gracefully turned to face Lin Xuan.

Her tone softened instantly, tinged with a hint of awkward coquettishness: "Junior brother, are you...are you alright?"

This sudden change struck the Wu brothers like a thunderbolt. They stared blankly at Guo Fu's beautiful figure and her seemingly infinitely gentle tone, a stark contrast to her previous attitude towards them.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister. I'm fine," Lin Xuan said calmly. He noticed the blush that hadn't completely faded from Guo Fu's face, knowing that she was experiencing turmoil inside, yet trying to remain calm for the sake of her pride. He knew very well that his unintentional tap had completely opened Pandora's box in Guo Fu's heart.

Hearing Lin Xuan's response, Guo Fu breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt her face burning even hotter. She didn't know how to deal with this situation, and she didn't understand why she was so protective of this boy who had just made her grit her teeth in hatred.

"Hmph... I'm glad you're alright!" Guo Fu coughed lightly, trying to appear calm, but her bright almond-shaped eyes unconsciously glanced at Lin Xuan. She always felt that Lin Xuan's gaze could see through all her thoughts, a feeling that made her both nervous and somewhat annoyed.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, like two defeated roosters, left dejectedly, supporting each other. They had never been so defeated; not only were their martial arts skills crushed, but their beloved had also been "snatched" away and even scolded in return.

Only Lin Xuan and Guo Fu remained on the training ground. The atmosphere had become somewhat subtle due to the earlier incident, with an indescribable ambiguity permeating the air.

Guo Fu felt Lin Xuan's unique, fresh, and masculine aura envelop her once again. She could smell the faint scent of herbs and trees on him, as well as his own unique and reassuring fragrance. She even unconsciously took a deep breath, enjoying the intoxicating aroma.

She felt ashamed and resistant, yet an indescribable pleasure was growing within her. She even began to find herself developing a kind of "addiction" to the fresh and vibrant masculine aura emanating from Lin Xuan. When he approached, she would unconsciously take a deep breath, savoring that unique fragrance that almost intoxicated her.

Lin Xuan looked at her delicate, flushed face, her watery eyes, and her tall, slender figure standing gracefully, and chuckled inwardly. This Guo Fu, though sharp-tongued, her actions spoke volumes.

"Senior Sister, take a look at this martial arts manual." Lin Xuan handed the booklet to Guo Fu, his tone gentle and sincere, as if all the unpleasantness from before had vanished with the departure of Da Wu and Xiao Wu.

Guo Fu hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and took the booklet. Her fingertips inadvertently brushed against Lin Xuan's fingertips, and the warm touch sent a shiver down her spine. She realized her body was reacting uncontrollably to Lin Xuan's touch.

"You...you...don't do this again next time," Guo Fu said softly, her voice barely audible, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation. She didn't specify what she meant by "do this," but Lin Xuan understood perfectly.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, but did not answer directly. He simply said softly, "If Senior Sister has any questions about martial arts, I will still do my best to guide her."

His words were perfectly worded, neither a complete rejection nor an easy promise, leaving room for endless possibilities.

Guo Fu held the booklet, her mind in turmoil. Her gaze met his, and she felt a strange, inexplicable ambiguity. She knew he didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions. Or rather, he wanted to leave her confused and ashamed, unable to confront him.

She stormed off, running back to her room and carelessly tossing the booklet on the table. She didn't even dare look in the mirror, afraid of seeing her blushing face. Lying in bed, she covered her head with the blanket, but she could still feel the warm, tingling sensation where Lin Xuan had touched her.

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Author's Note: Finished writing. Four updates a bit tiring, will reduce to three updates from now on. Please leave some comments, writing this solo is exhausting.

Chapter Sixteen: The Mongol Spy?

Late at night.

The streets and alleys of Xiangyang were shrouded in a thin night fog, making them appear even colder and more desolate.

In the distance, the firelight of the Mongol camp flickered eerily in the darkness, like the eyes of predatory beasts.

This impregnable city, under the cover of night, seemed to breathe heavily. Each breath carried weariness, yet contained an indomitable resilience.

On the city walls, patrolling soldiers, clad in heavy armor, their figures blurred into silhouettes in the night, yet they steadfastly guarded this precarious southern town.

"Master, you've worked hard today. Why do you need to patrol the night yourself? I can manage on my own."

Lin Xuan and Huang Rong walked side by side on the bluestone path, their footsteps the only clear sound in the quiet night. A cool night breeze rustled their robes, bringing a refreshing touch of autumn.

Huang Rong was dressed in an elegant black outfit. The fabric was exquisite and form-fitting, which accentuated her already graceful figure, making her appear even slimmer and more slender.

The well-fitting fabric clung tightly to her exquisite curves, outlining her full and firm breasts, her slender waist, and her stunningly rounded buttocks in the night, adding a touch of hazy allure and forbidden beauty.

Her dark hair was tied up high with a cloth ribbon, revealing her smooth, full, jade-like forehead and her flawless profile. Her skin was as white as cream, and in the faint moonlight, it glowed with a healthy, soft light, almost transparent.

Her eyes, still bright in the night, were like two deep, dark stars, revealing all-seeing wisdom and the heroic spirit of a female knight-errant.

"Xiangyang is in imminent danger, how can I tolerate this?" Huang Rong's voice was gentle, with a touch of the soft, melodious Wu dialect unique to women, sweet and pleasant to the ear, yet revealing an unwavering determination.

Her gaze was as calm as a deep pool, yet it contained a burning sense of responsibility.

"Besides, you take on a lot of military duties, and I'd like to spend more time discussing things with you," she added softly, a hint of lightness in her voice.

She turned her head, her gaze falling on Lin Xuan's face, her eyes filled with an indescribable sense of approval and closeness. This closeness was not merely the affection between teacher and student, but also mixed with a special kind of admiration and trust.

Lin Xuan's heart stirred. The key to Huang Rong's growing closer to him was undoubtedly the physical and mental pleasure and comfort brought about by the "Yin Yang Supplementing Technique".

That unprecedented sense of satisfaction made her instinctively want to be close to him, and even subconsciously, she was somewhat greedy for the scent emanating from him, which was like a magic potion to her.

The two walked to a secluded alley in the north of the city. Close to the city wall, it was usually deserted, making it one of the most likely places for Mongol spies to infiltrate. The air was filled with the smell of earth and wild grass, and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance added to the tranquility.

Huang Rong stopped in her tracks, her sensitive nose twitching slightly as she carefully sniffed the unusual scent carried on the night breeze.

"No, there's a human scent here." Her voice lowered, tinged with alertness. Her eyes sharpened instantly, as if the darkness couldn't obstruct her vision.

Lin Xuan immediately became alert. He knew that Huang Rong's keen sense of smell was infallible. Her five senses had long been honed to a level that was difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Just then, a dark figure darted out from the depths of the alley like lightning. The person glanced back warily, then leaped onto a steed that had been prepared beforehand without hesitation.

With a sudden spur, the horse galloped away! The sound of its hooves instantly broke the silence of the night, echoing on the stone road and gradually fading into the distance.

"It's a Mongol spy!" Huang Rong shouted, her figure as swift as the wind, ready to give chase. Her movements were light and graceful, like a swallow in the night, about to take flight in an instant.

However, the scout had clearly chosen a route, and his horse was exceptionally swift, instantly creating a considerable distance between them. Like a black lightning bolt, he disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

A glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes. An opportunity! This was the moment he had been waiting for.

"Master!" Lin Xuan hurriedly called out, "This horse is incredibly fast. If we don't catch up in time, it might escape!" His voice was filled with anxiety, but a subtle cunning glint flashed deep in his eyes.

His gaze swept across the alleyway entrance, where a fine horse specially prepared for night patrols was tethered. It was one of the finest steeds in the city, jet black with long hooves, and was now snorting restlessly.

But there's only one horse here.

"I'll do it!" Lin Xuan didn't wait for Huang Rong's reaction; he knew the opportunity was too good to pass up. He moved like lightning, instantly leaping onto the horse's back.

The horse let out a joyful neigh, reared up, and excitedly flicked its mane. Lin Xuan sat firmly in the saddle, his posture upright, like a general with superb horsemanship.

He stretched out his hand, his tone urgent and firm: "Master, time is of the essence. There is only one fast horse here. You and your disciple will ride together and you must catch up with this thief!" His palm was large and powerful, and it looked particularly clear in the moonlight.

Huang Rong didn't have time to think much. A hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but the thought that the scouts might take information about the city's situation out of the city filled her with anxiety, so she didn't care about anything else. She knew that military intelligence was urgent and could not be delayed for even a moment.

Moreover, Lin Xuan had already mounted the horse, and if she rode alone again, it would inevitably delay her.

Almost instinctively, she leaped up gracefully, like a fairy, and landed steadily in front of Lin Xuan, sitting upright on the saddle. Her posture remained elegant, exuding the composure of a martial arts master even in this critical moment.

Huang Rong sat in front, her back to Lin Xuan, while Lin Xuan followed closely behind. In the cramped space on horseback, their bodies were instantly pressed tightly together.

Her shapely and elastic buttocks, encased in a dark, close-fitting outfit, were now tightly connected to Lin Xuan's lower body, fitting together seamlessly.

"drive!"

Huang Rong spurred her horse, and the steed shot off like an arrow, hurtling out of the alley and chasing after the black figure. The thunderous sound of hooves ripped through the silent night, shattering the tranquility of the northern part of the city.

The night wind howled, wildly blowing past Huang Rong's ears and across her fair, jade-like face. Her dark hair danced wildly in the wind, a few strands playfully brushing against Lin Xuan's cheek, carrying the familiar, faint, elegant fragrance.

Huang Rong's delicate body was pressed tightly against Lin Xuan's tall and muscular chest. Her back, especially her slightly arched slender waist, and her full, round, and elastic buttocks were pressed against Lin Xuan's chest, abdomen, and more intimate lower body without reservation.

She could feel his youthful and masculine body temperature, the heat clearly transmitted through the thin fabric. It was a vibrant, burning heat, unlike any other masculine presence she had ever experienced, carrying a strange and thrilling feeling that made her heart flutter.

To maintain stability while riding, Lin Xuan naturally wrapped his arms around Huang Rong's slender waist, his hands lightly resting on her waist. It seemed like he was just lightly supporting her, but in reality, he was skillfully controlling her center of gravity.

His hands didn't exert any force; they merely held her soft, slender waist lightly and almost too tightly. However, the horse was running extremely fast, and the country roads were not smooth; there were occasional rocks, mud pits, and even steep slopes and downhill sections.

With each jolt of the horse, their bodies would involuntarily press close together, then slightly separate. Each friction was a deep, blush-inducing intimate contact. That fiery friction instantly made Huang Rong's delicate body go limp.

Especially Huang Rong's lower body; her long legs were tightly gripping the horse's belly, and with each rise and fall of the horse, her plump and elastic buttocks would thrust backward, powerfully impacting Lin Xuan's groin, causing their lower bodies to come into deeper contact. Huang Rong's supple back, along with the horse's galloping, repeatedly brushed against Lin Xuan's chest, and she could even feel the distinct, firm muscles of his chest.

Huang Rong's cheeks instantly flushed red, as if ignited by flames. A tingling sensation started from their tightly pressed lower bodies, traveled along her spine, and spread like an electric current to every inch of her skin, leaving her feeling weak all over.

She felt her heart pounding wildly, like a drumbeat, pounding like a deer, almost leaping out of her chest. This feeling was so unfamiliar, yet so intense, that it nearly suffocated her, leaving her mind blank.

Such intimate, even somewhat involuntary, contact, especially in the darkness of night, on the swaying back of a horse, in such a shameful manner!

Each rhythmic and intense friction brought a heart-pounding heat and trembling sensation, making her blood seem thicker and more tingling.

The Yin-Yang Complementation Technique quietly circulated within Lin Xuan's body. He felt the primordial Yin energy continuously surging from Huang Rong's buttocks. Each friction was accompanied by a warm current, flowing through his body and into his dantian, making him feel as if his entire body was being cleansed, his blood and qi were becoming more surging, and his internal strength was becoming stronger. He felt every pore of his body open up, greedily absorbing that nourishment, giving him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Lin Xuan appeared solemn, his eyes fixed on the scout's figure ahead, seemingly single-minded and completely focused on the pursuit. His facial features were taut, making him appear both heroic and reliable.

He would even deliberately, "unintentionally," tighten his arms around Huang Rong's waist a little, then loosen them a little when the horse was jolting. What seemed like a way to maintain stability was actually a clever, irresistible force that intensified the closeness of their physical contact, making Huang Rong's slender waist fit closer to his palms, and allowing her soft back to sink deeper into his chest.

Huang Rong's delicate body would tremble slightly each time he tightened his grip on her, like a willow in the wind. She could feel Lin Xuan's broad palms, as hot as burning coals, firmly holding her waist. The heat emanating from his palms made her heart tremble, as if it were melting her.

His breath enveloped her completely from behind, engulfing her like a tidal wave, making her feel dizzy and disoriented.

She tried to tell herself: Concentrate! The spy is escaping! Military intelligence is important! She forcefully suppressed the pounding in her heart.

However, Lin Xuan's masculine aura, mixed with his faint fragrance, overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. The heat emanating from his lower body, and the intense, rhythmic friction, made her so ashamed she could hardly breathe, her delicate body going limp.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, so rapid that it carried a faint gasp, a soft panting. Her soft, delicate breasts heaved with the rise and fall of her body.

The stark contrast between softness and firmness creates an indescribable, intense stimulation and impact.

Each friction brought her an indescribable, unfamiliar pleasure; the electric-like tingling sensation almost seeped into her bones, making her body go limp and nearly collapse into Lin Xuan's arms, unable to resist.

Her consciousness began to blur, as if she had been overwhelmed by this sudden wave, her mind reeling and she was completely lost.

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Author's Note: This chapter is a bit chilly. There will be two more chapters tonight.

Chapter Seventeen: Huang Rong's Mind in Turmoil

The night breeze was slightly cool, but it could not dispel the burning passion in Huang Rong's heart.

She had never felt this way before.

An unprecedented sense of shame, accompanied by a strange and irresistible dizziness, overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Her body seemed to be no longer under her control.

A powerful, suffocating force tightly enveloped her. The source of that force was Lin Xuan, who was pressed close to her from behind, and also came from the depths of her heart, from the unfamiliar instinctive reaction awakened by the sudden intimacy.

Her delicate body was completely imprisoned by his strong and powerful body.

She tried to struggle and push the young man away.

She instinctively resisted this physical intimacy, especially in the hazy moonlight and treacherous wilderness.

However, reason, like a cold whip, kept lashing at her mind: chasing the spies was the only priority at this moment!

Any moment of distraction or hesitation could lead to the loss of this key figure who is crucial to military intelligence.

Moreover, she could feel Lin Xuan's solid muscles and his explosive body.

His body, tense from the pursuit, was now pressed tightly against her supple, boneless waist.

His arms, as strong as steel, encircled her waist, firmly securing her to the horse's back, leaving her unable to move or resist.