Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

He suddenly opened his eyes, his usually clear and gentle eyes now filled with fervor and infatuation, like two burning flames, staring intently at Huang Rong.

It contained a chilling possessiveness, so intense it seemed to devour her.

"Master... Your beauty is unparalleled, and you are so stunning that you could topple kingdoms. In my entire life, I have never seen a woman more captivating than you!"

Lin Xuan's voice became hoarse and deep, yet possessed an irresistible magnetism. His breathing quickened, his eyes brimming with intense adoration, and his tone was filled with undisguised infatuation and admiration.

"Your eyes, bright as stars yet deep as the sea, always captivate me, leaving me utterly mesmerized!"

He reached out, as if wanting to touch Huang Rong's fair and delicate face, her skin as exquisite as the most beautiful porcelain in the world.

Lin Xuan's burning gaze swept unabashedly over her alluring, full breasts, barely concealed beneath her moon-white silk robe, and then down to her slender waist and long, beautiful legs.

That affection was so intense it was almost tangible, pressing down on Huang Rong so much she could hardly breathe.

"Every day, I see my master toiling for the country and its people, and my heart aches with sorrow. Every sigh my master lets out is like a knife twisting in my heart. I only want... I only want to share everything with my master, I only want my master... to always be so beautiful and captivating!"

Huang Rong was stunned by his almost "crazy" confession, her whole body stiffening, her pretty face instantly turning red, even her ears turning an alluring pink. Her heart was pounding like a drum; she had never felt such intense disorientation before.

She had never heard such bold and explicit praise before, let alone from the mouth of her own disciple!

This praise was direct and intense, with an irresistible impact that made her feel ashamed, yet also gave rise to a strange, tingling sensation from the depths of her bones, causing her body to tremble slightly.

She knew that Lin Xuan had been affected by the Soul Transfer Technique, and that his words and actions at this moment were not his true intentions.

Yet his burning gaze, his deeply affectionate words, and his almost out-of-control demeanor felt so real, as if the deepest voice of his heart had been forcibly dug out and displayed before her without reservation.

"But...but, master and disciple...master and disciple cannot..."

Lin Xuan's voice was filled with immense pain and inner turmoil, as if he were fighting against his most powerful taboo.

"This disciple knows... knows that the relationship between master and disciple must not be overstepped! This disciple knows that Master is already the wife of Hero Guo. This disciple knows that this... this is immoral! This is utterly disrespectful!"

His voice was hoarse, tinged with an almost desperate pain:

"This disciple can only... can only keep this love deep... deep in my heart, hidden forever... and forever regard Master as... as the most respected teacher..."

As Lin Xuan spoke, his body suddenly leaned forward, as if he could no longer control himself.

Before Huang Rong could react, her hand was still on his pulse point, maintaining the Soul Transfer Technique.

Lin Xuan's hands suddenly reached out before Huang Rong could react, swift as lightning, yet with an incredible gentleness and precision, and gently cupped Huang Rong's delicate, creamy cheeks.

Huang Rong felt a scorching heat coming from Lin Xuan's palm, which quickly spread along her soft cheeks.

Her body stiffened instantly, her mind went blank, and she was completely stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Before she could react, Lin Xuan lowered his head and accurately pressed his lips against Huang Rong's luscious red lips, which were slightly parted due to shock.

"Well!"

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled violently, and she let out a suppressed gasp, her voice swallowed by the invading lips and tongue.

Her lips were soft and warm, carrying her unique, sweet fragrance—a blend of the elegance of orchids and the freshness of spring grass. Lin Xuan's lips gently caressed hers, a mixture of probing and longing that sent a shiver down her spine.

But Lin Xuan did not stop there.

His tongue, with an undeniable heat and aggression, surged in like a breaching army, boldly probing into Huang Rong's mouth!

"Well!"

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled violently again. She felt Lin Xuan's tongue suddenly plunge in, carrying his masculine and aggressive aura, instantly stirring her mouth and plundering all the fragrance in her mouth.

It was an unprecedented, forbidden yet tingling sensation that exploded throughout her body, leaving her weak all over.

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Author's Note: This chapter was really well written. Huang Rong devised a plan to test Lin Xuan, but Lin Xuan turned the tables and gained the upper hand. Please give me more feedback, brothers. I don't really feel like writing single-player mode. No more updates tonight.

Chapter Twenty-One: Lin Xuan is Innocent

Deep in the bamboo forest, a gentle breeze rustled through the bamboo tips. However, this cool breeze could not dispel the dizzying heat and ambiguity in the air.

Lin Xuan forcefully seized Huang Rong's lips. Her exquisite body trembled violently as if struck by lightning, letting out a suppressed cry, which was instantly swallowed by his burning lips and tongue.

She felt an unprecedented heat and moisture, carrying a masculine energy, sweeping through her territory with overwhelming force, directly attacking what she called her most private forbidden area.

His tongue, with an undeniable intensity and aggression, plunged into Huang Rong's mouth before she could even close her lips!

"Well!"

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled violently again. She clearly felt Lin Xuan's tongue plunge into her mouth, carrying his masculine and domineering aura, instantly stirring her oral cavity.

His tongue, strong and precise, found hers, coiling and sucking like a serpent. Each entanglement was like an electric current piercing her heart, a tingling sensation mixed with an irresistible tremor.

That feeling surpassed all the intimacy she had ever known in her life. The extreme sense of unfamiliarity, yet it stimulated every sensitive nerve in her body to the extreme, making her dizzy and weak all over.

Her reason shattered like glass at that moment, instantly turning into countless fragments.

Her mind went blank, leaving only the wet, hot touch of Lin Xuan's tongue intertwining with hers, the aggressive heat, and the rich, intoxicating masculine scent emanating from him, which completely overwhelmed her in that instant.

She was a female strategist renowned throughout the martial arts world, the famous leader of the Beggars' Sect, and the guardian deity of Xiangyang. With her meticulous mind, keen intellect, and masterful planning, had she ever ever lost control like this?

But at this moment, she sat there stiffly, as if bound by an invisible force, unable to resist in the slightest. Her lips were captured by him, her tongue was entangled with his, and she felt all her strength recede like a tide, every cell trembling in this unfamiliar invasion.

Inside Lin Xuan's body, the Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique was currently operating wildly, as if opening a door to infinite power!

Such direct and profound contact caused the vast Yin energy within Huang Rong's body to surge into Lin Xuan's body like a flood breaking through a dam, where it was frantically absorbed and transformed by the cultivation technique.

Lin Xuan felt as if his meridians were being gently washed by countless warm currents, and his internal energy surged to an unprecedented peak! He could even feel the essence of the Nine Yin Manual and the domineering power of the Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique miraculously merging in his meridians, and the level of his cultivation technique seemed to be sublimated at this moment, reaching a completely new realm.

Huang Rong, on the other hand, was completely caught in a sudden, sweet yet shameful nightmare.

Her body went limp and powerless from the extreme intimacy and unprecedented impact. Her mind was completely thrown into chaos by Lin Xuan's earth-shattering and straightforward confession, and by this sudden French kiss.

She knew perfectly well that Lin Xuan was currently under the "hypnotic state" of the Soul Transfer Technique. He didn't know what he was doing, and his words and actions were not his own.

But... but this feeling... is so clear, so real. So real that her heart almost leaped out of her chest, so real that the blood in her body seemed to boil and surged, turning her beautiful face, and even the tips of her ears, into an alluring blush.

The color spread down to her smooth neck, even through her moon-white silk robe, reaching her full, voluptuous breasts, forming a striking pink hue.

Her delicate body trembled involuntarily, the trembling spreading from her slender fingertips to her arms and then throughout her entire body. Her breathing was completely disordered, accompanied by weak gasps, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, precarious and fragile.

Her arms hung stiffly at her sides. She wanted to push him away, to struggle, but she seemed to be bound by some powerful magnetic force, unable to move. Her mind went blank, her body went numb, and she felt completely at a loss as to how to deal with this sudden, yet so profoundly intimate, experience.

Lin Xuan's hot, possessive lips, brimming with intense desire, stirred and sucked repeatedly. Huang Rong's tongue passively responded to his onslaught. Each caress seemed to ignite the flames within her.

A tingling sensation rose from deep within her abdomen, traveled up her spine, and shot straight to her head, causing her to let out a low moan uncontrollably.

But Lin Xuan was not satisfied with this.

He embraced Huang Rong's slender waist, tightening his arms to press her graceful body tightly against his broad, warm chest. She could clearly feel the surging, powerful heartbeat of his chest, each beat pounding heavily against her breasts, gradually synchronizing with her own erratic heartbeat, almost overwhelming her.

His hand slowly moved upwards from her supple waist, gliding over her smooth, jade-like back. The touch of his fingertips was rough and abrasive, yet carried an indescribable heat, rubbing against the delicate skin beneath her moon-white silk robe. His large palm gently yet firmly caressed her jade-like back, as if trying to meld her snow-white skin into his very bones.

His other hand boldly moved downwards, passing under her waist and caressing her high, round, and plump buttocks. Huang Rong's figure was already graceful and charming, with a slender waist and full hips, her curves exquisite and alluring. Lin Xuan's fingertips, carrying a sense of exploration and teasing, gently circled and kneaded the soft curves of her buttocks.

Every touch, every press sent a suffocating electric current rushing from her tailbone to her entire body, making her feel so numb that she almost melted into a pool of spring water.

"Um... um..."

A fainter moan escaped Huang Rong's lips, a voice completely different from her usual clear and melodious tone, carrying an indescribable softness and desire. Her mind was filled with resistance and shame.

But her body succumbed involuntarily to Lin Xuan's domineering yet skillful caresses. Her legs trembled and went weak; if Lin Xuan hadn't held her waist tightly, she probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

She felt Lin Xuan's hands become even more unrestrained on her plump, rounded buttocks, his fingertips gently kneading and caressing her firm, elastic skin, even with a slight pinching force. The sensation was so clear, so invasive, as if trying to completely strip away her reason. She could even feel Lin Xuan's body tense up because of this extreme intimacy, his firm chest filled with a burning heat that continuously emanated from his clothes.

Time flowed on, no longer measured in the usual way. In Huang Rong's perception, it felt like an entire century had passed, yet also like only a fleeting moment. She was lost in that warm, wet embrace, enjoying the forbidden caresses emanating from his back and buttocks. Her consciousness blurred, almost completely swallowed by the surging tide of passion.

Before her eyes was Lin Xuan's enlarged yet blurry face; in her ears were the sounds of his wanton, plundering sucking; and in her mouth was a strange taste that was a mixture of sweetness and heat.

A few minutes later, the kiss finally came to an end.

Lin Xuan slowly and reluctantly withdrew his warm, moist tongue from Huang Rong's mouth. In that instant of departure, Huang Rong even felt a slight sense of loss, as if something extremely precious and intoxicating had been forcibly taken away.

He then gently, very slowly, removed his lips from her luscious, slightly swollen lips, which were still red from being kissed. His hands remained tightly around her waist, his fingers still restlessly caressing her back and buttocks.

Huang Rong's pretty face was so red it was almost dripping blood. Her eyes were glazed over, filled with shock and disbelief, as well as a complex emotion that she herself was unaware of and could not express.

Those beautiful eyes were now filled with tears, carrying a hint of helpless panic, and a trembling and longing that even she herself felt ashamed of.

She gasped for breath, her full breasts heaving violently like the surface of a stormy sea, as if trying to calm her utterly turbulent emotions and the lingering heat coursing through her body. Her lips were slightly parted, swollen and red, still warm and carrying the scent of Lin Xuan's lips and tongue, reminding her how real everything that had just happened was.

She stiffened her body and tried to push him away slightly, letting him pull away from her.

"Xuan'er... Xuan'er?"

Huang Rong barely managed to steady herself, her voice hoarse and trembling almost imperceptibly. She even reached out and gently nudged Lin Xuan's shoulder, trying to wake him up.

Lin Xuan trembled. His eyes, which had been burning with fervor and greed, gradually regained a trace of "confusion" and "chaos" under Huang Rong's gentle call, as if he had just woken up from a very deep dream and had not yet had time to distinguish between reality and illusion.

He slowly released his arms from Huang Rong's waist, his fingertips moving away from her smooth back and shapely buttocks with a hint of reluctance.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, a hint of confusion in his gaze, and looked blankly at Huang Rong's beautiful face. His eyes, at that moment, held only ordinary clarity and respect, devoid of any lewdness or memory.

"Master... what's wrong with me?"

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Author's note: Chapter 17 has been revised. I'm not entirely sure about the censorship, but it seems okay.

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Practicing Kung Fu

Looking into his pure, blank eyes, Huang Rong felt even more absurd and ashamed. She even felt a sliver of relief, relieved that he didn't know. Otherwise, she truly wouldn't know how to face herself. She suppressed the indescribable agitation and turmoil in her chest and forced a stiff smile.

"It's nothing, Xuan'er."

Huang Rong feigned composure, but her voice still carried a barely perceptible hoarseness. "Just now, I was imparting my skills to you. This is the most subtle part of the Nine Yin Manual, which requires you to unify your mind and spirit and eliminate distracting thoughts. Therefore, I used some mental techniques to help you enter a meditative state. You were too immersed in your mind just now, so you felt a little dizzy, which is normal."

Her words were impeccable, attributing the "illusion" to the requirement of entering a meditative state during the transmission of internal energy, and cleverly explaining Lin Xuan's "fatigue" and "confusion." Although her face was still flushed, she tried her best to maintain the dignity of a teacher.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan exclaimed "Oh!" as if he had just realized something. The "confusion" in his eyes disappeared, replaced by pure thirst for knowledge and humility.

He bowed his head respectfully, seemingly ashamed, and said, "So that's how it is... It was my foolishness that prevented me from meeting Master's requirements. I still need Master to use his mental techniques. Thank you for your careful guidance, Master. I will definitely work harder and live up to your expectations."

He behaved so perfectly, portraying a humble, studious, even somewhat clumsy young man, a stark contrast to the passionate, domineering figure who had just kissed her. This caused the strange flutter in Huang Rong's heart to gradually subside under the impact of Lin Xuan's innocent gaze and sincere words, and her rationality slowly returned.

Huang Rong nodded slightly, maintaining a stiff smile. She waved her hand weakly, indicating that he didn't need to be so polite.

"That's enough for today's transmission of knowledge. Go back on your own and carefully comprehend what you've learned today to solidify your foundation. Your teacher... I'm also a bit tired today and need to rest for a while."

She made up a lame excuse, wanting nothing more than to escape this suffocating atmosphere as quickly as possible. She couldn't stay any longer, not even for a second. She didn't even dare to look at Lin Xuan again, afraid that one glance would trigger more absurd memories and feelings. It was as if if she stayed any longer, the deeply buried shame would completely devour her.

Huang Rong practically fled in panic, her body trembling as she staggered out of the verdant bamboo forest. Each step she took carried an invisible sense of panic and helplessness, as if a raging flood or ferocious beast was chasing her. All she could hear was the rustling of the bamboo in the breeze, a sound that seemed to mock her utter disarray and loss of composure.

Lin Xuan watched Huang Rong's flustered departure, her moon-white robe disappearing into the depths of the bamboo forest, a smile curving his lips. He raised his hand and gently touched his lips. It was as if the softness and sweetness of Huang Rong's lips and tongue still lingered there.

“Master…” he murmured softly, his voice filled with an unwavering ambition and an indescribable desire to conquer.

She thought it was a soul-shifting technique, that he was acting against his will. Little did she know, it was all Lin Xuan's deliberate act. He even secretly used the unique absorption power of the "Yin-Yang Compensation Technique" on the tip of his tongue to devour more of the primordial Yin energy in her body.

That kiss, lasting several minutes, was filled with his calculations and planning every second. From the perfectly measured fervor in his eyes to the aggressive caresses of his hands, every detail served only one purpose: to completely break down Huang Rong's psychological defenses and plunge her into this inescapable bewilderment.

This was just the beginning. What he wanted was not just her martial arts skills and status, not just her Xiangyang treasure, and certainly not that illusory fame.

What he wanted was for this woman to be completely his possession, body and soul.

Lin Xuan let out a soft breath, feeling an unprecedented surge of internal energy within his body, and his smile deepened. He turned his gaze to the direction Huang Rong had left, his deep eyes gleaming with an air of unwavering determination.

He knew that today's "accident" had planted the deepest seed in Huang Rong's heart. And this seed would one day take root, sprout, and entwine, completely devouring her and making her his, Lin Xuan's, possession.

He didn't rush to leave, but instead sat back down on the stone bench, closed his eyes, and focused his mind, carefully experiencing the surging and powerful energy within his body. Huang Rong had cultivated the Nine Yin Manual for many years, and her primordial yin energy was incredibly pure. Combined with his Yin-Yang Supplementation Technique, it was truly a perfect match.

Within minutes, not only did his internal strength increase dramatically, but some bottlenecks he had encountered during his previous cultivation were also resolved. Furthermore, his understanding of the general principles of the Nine Yin Manual deepened several times over, and he was now able to fully comprehend many of the obscure and difficult-to-understand formulas from his daily practice.

Lin Xuan secretly plotted his next move. Huang Rong's defenses had been breached, and the most important thing now was not to rush things. He had to let her slowly get used to his presence and this forbidden intimacy amidst the shame and confusion.

He wanted her to repeatedly savor the thrill and excitement of today's kiss in their future interactions, so that she would outwardly regard him as her disciple, but inwardly be unable to resist his attraction to her.

He opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding verdant bamboo forest. The breeze remained, the bamboo shadows dappled, but in Lin Xuan's eyes, all of this had taken on a touch of allure. He knew that from now on, this bamboo forest would no longer be merely a place for passing on martial arts skills, but also a witness to the budding forbidden feelings between him and Huang Rong.

Lin Xuan got up and slowly left the bamboo forest. His steps were unhurried, even somewhat relaxed, as if everything that had just happened was truly just an unconscious dream. He even deliberately scratched his head as he walked out of the bamboo forest, pretending to be a dazed person who had just woken up, to ensure that even if he happened to run into someone else, they wouldn't notice anything amiss.

Meanwhile, Huang Rong had already fled back to her boudoir in the backyard. She locked the door behind her, leaned against it, and her body was still trembling slightly.

She touched her burning cheeks with both hands; the temperature was so real, so scorching, as if it could burn her whole body away.

Lin Xuan's hoarse growl, "This disciple has improper thoughts about Master!" echoed repeatedly in her mind, along with his bold and explicit praise and his burning words of love, lingering in her heart like a curse.

What devastated her even more was that she clearly remembered Lin Xuan's burning, infatuated eyes, that possessiveness that could scorch everything. And that long, domineering kiss, the savage entanglement of his tongue, and, and, his hands that caressed her back and buttocks without any restraint.

Shame washed over her like a tidal wave. She felt an unprecedented humiliation. The wife of the Beggars' Sect leader, a heroine of Xiangyang City, had actually lost her composure in front of her own disciple, and had even been... been so disrespected by him!

But behind the humiliation, a strange feeling quietly arose.