Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

He seemed to have his own halo; the moment he stepped in, an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall.

The previously relaxed conversation inside the hall came to an abrupt halt, and everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to him.

Both Ning Zhongze and the Emei disciples brought by Abbess Miejue were startled and their breath caught in their throats the moment they sensed this aura.

The next moment, a scene that left all the Emei disciples speechless appeared.

Their master, Abbess Miejue, who was always arrogant and treated even the abbot of Shaolin Temple as an equal, was the first to stand up from her chair.

With a complex expression on her face, a mixture of solemnity, vigilance, and respect, she clasped her hands in a fist salute to the young man at the door.

"Young Master Lin!"

As she stood up, Ning Zhongze quickly followed suit. Seeing this, the other Emei disciples dared not be negligent and all stood up as well.

Not a single person in the entire hall dared to remain seated.

This is Lin Xuan's current prestige in the martial arts world.

Lin Xuan, with a gentle smile on his face, slowly walked into the hall. His gaze swept over the faces of everyone in the hall, finally landing on Abbess Miejue, whom he returned with a fist and palm salute.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting, Master. I apologize for my rudeness." His voice was clear and gentle, instantly dispelling the invisible pressure.

"Young Master Lin, you are too kind! It is truly my honor to meet you here. Your charisma is widely known in the martial world, and seeing you in person today, I realize that seeing is believing!" Abbess Miejue said in a deep voice, her words filled with genuine emotion.

Although she was extreme and arrogant, she was also a pure martial artist. She held Lin Xuan, a hero who fought against foreign invaders and served his country and people, in the highest esteem.

"You flatter me, Master. I am but a wandering monk and do not deserve such a grand gesture," Lin Xuan replied politely.

His gaze first met Ning Zhongze's eyes, which held a hint of evasion and shyness.

Seeing her complex expression—a mixture of nervousness and pride—after he appeared, Lin Xuan chuckled inwardly and gave her a reassuring look that only the two of them could understand.

Then, his gaze fell on the two young women behind Abbess Miejue.

The woman on the left was beautiful and graceful, but her brows carried an inescapable air of meanness and jealousy, and her eyes always inadvertently revealed a calculating glint. She was none other than Ding Minjun, the eldest disciple of the Emei Sect.

The person on the right, however, drew Lin Xuan's attention for a few more moments.

She was a young girl, slender and exquisitely beautiful.

She wore a simple apricot-yellow Taoist robe, which fit her well and accentuated her slender figure. Although it was Taoist attire, it could not conceal her girlish gentleness. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back and was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin. Without any extra decoration, she appeared even more elegant and refined.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as paintings, her nose and lips as delicate as cherry blossoms, all combined to create a face of unparalleled beauty, one that evoked pity in the eye. Her eyes were clear, carrying the naivety and shyness of someone just entering the world of martial arts, yet occasionally, a hint of unwavering determination was hidden within them.

She simply stood there quietly, her eyes lowered, yet she possessed a captivating charm, like a delicate orchid in a secluded valley, its buds yet to bloom.

"This is Zhou Zhiruo..." Lin Xuan thought to himself, "She is indeed charming. I never expected that she would hide such a cunning heart beneath her innocent exterior."

Seemingly noticing Lin Xuan's gaze, Zhou Zhiruo slightly raised her head, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment. Then, like a startled deer, she quickly lowered her eyes, a faint blush rising on her fair cheeks.

Seeing this, Abbess Miejue introduced, "Young Master Lin, these are my two disciples, Ding Minjun and Zhou Zhiruo. Minjun, Zhiruo, please greet Young Master Lin!"

"Ding Minjun (Zhou Zhiruo) greets Young Master Lin."

The two quickly stepped forward and bowed gracefully to Lin Xuan. Ding Minjun's voice was clear and crisp, with a hint of deliberate flattery; while Zhou Zhiruo's voice was soft and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley.

Lin Xuan smiled and nodded in return.

Next, everyone sat down again, and another round of polite greetings ensued. Ning Zhongze ordered someone to serve Huashan's special fragrant tea and snacks, and the atmosphere became quite harmonious.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and the tea in the hall had already been changed three times.

Suddenly, Abbess Miejue, who had been sitting upright, put down her teacup.

The bottom of the cup collided with the table, making a crisp, light sound.

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly.

Everyone looked at her. Her sharp eyes blazed with renewed fighting spirit as she stared directly at Lin Xuan and spoke in a deep voice.

"Young Master Lin."

"Please speak, nun."

"I have long admired Young Master Lin's superb martial arts skills, unmatched among the younger generation." Abbess Miejue's voice was no longer polite, but filled with the purest sense of challenge between martial artists.

"I am but a humble woman, having wielded the Heaven-Slaying Sword for decades, and I believe I have some skill in swordsmanship. Today, I am fortunate to meet you, young master, and I am truly eager to meet you!"

She paused, then said, word by word:

"Young Master Lin, would you be so kind as to offer some guidance and have a friendly spar with me?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire room was stunned!

Ning Zhongze's face instantly turned pale. She looked nervously at Lin Xuan, then at her aunt. Her lips moved, but she didn't know how to dissuade her.

Ding Minjun's eyes gleamed with excitement and anticipation. She was eager to see just how much real skill this man, whose reputation in the martial arts world was legendary, truly possessed.

Only Zhou Zhiruo kept her head down, making it impossible to see her expression, but the fists she clenched slightly in her sleeves betrayed her inner turmoil.

Faced with the Extinction Master's undisguised challenge, Lin Xuan still wore that calm and collected smile.

He slowly picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and seemed to take the challenge completely unimportant.

Only when everyone's hearts were in their throats did he put down his teacup, raise his eyes, and calmly meet Abbess Miejue's scorching gaze.

"You're too kind, nun."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire hall, exuding an undeniable confidence.

"Since the nun is in such a good mood, Lin Xuan will gladly oblige."

Chapter 107: Zhou Zhiruo Seizes the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber Empty-Handed, Searches for Her Relatives

When Lin Xuan casually uttered "I'll gladly oblige," the air in the entire Zhengqi Hall seemed to freeze.

"it is good!"

Abbess Miejue's eyes flashed with a sharp light, she was not angry but happy, and she shouted loudly, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

She suddenly stood up, and the sharp aura of a grandmaster burst forth from her without reservation.

The Taoist robe moved without wind, fluttering and rustling.

"Young Master Lin is indeed a man of few words! This place is too cramped to move around freely, please move to another room!"

"Please, Abbess." Lin Xuan smiled and gestured for her to enter, his demeanor composed.

The group moved in a grand procession to the Huashan Sect's martial arts training ground.

By this time, the news had already spread, and many Huashan disciples rushed over, crowding the huge training ground.

Everyone wanted to witness this duel between the world's top masters.

In the center of the training ground, Lin Xuan and Abbess Miejue faced each other from afar.

A mountain breeze blew by, stirring up a few fallen leaves on the ground.

With a backhand flick, Abbess Miejue unsheathed a long sword with a clang and a dragon's roar.

The longsword trembled slightly, and the clear ringing sound it emitted seemed to penetrate one's soul.

The Heaven Sword!

When this divine weapon, which is considered the "Supreme Martial Arts Weapon" alongside the Dragon Slayer Saber, was brought out, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

All eyes were drawn to this legendary weapon, feeling the unparalleled sharpness it exuded.

“Young Master Lin,” Abbess Miejue said solemnly, her sword held horizontally across her chest, “my weapon is here. May I ask what weapon you are accustomed to using?”

"The Huashan Sect's arsenal must be full of powerful weapons."

Her words were both a formality before the duel and a test.

She wanted to see what weapon Lin Xuan would choose to counter the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

However, Lin Xuan's answer surprised everyone.

Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his face still bearing that calm and composed smile.

He shook his head and said calmly, "Thank you for your kindness, Master. However, Lin Xuan is not proficient in any of the eighteen weapons, so I will be fine unarmed."

These words caused an uproar in the room!

Empty-handed?

He was going to fight Abbess Miejue, who was wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword, with his bare hands.

What confidence!

The Huashan disciples on the sidelines were buzzing with discussion, and even Lu Dayou and others were worried for Lin Xuan.

The Emei disciples, especially Ding Minjun, wore undisguised sneers. Even Zhou Zhiruo, who had been standing quietly with her head down, subtly raised her eyes at this moment.

What captivating eyes they were, perfectly almond-shaped eyes.

Her eyes, as they moved, seemed to hold a pool of clear autumn water, so clean that not a speck of dust remained.

She looked at the figure in the arena, her clear eyes showing not only surprise but also a hint of barely perceptible curiosity.

Abbess Miejue's face also darkened instantly.

She was indeed not happy. The Heaven-Slaying Sword was incomparably sharp, capable of cutting through iron like mud; it was the number one divine weapon in the world.

Lin Xuan fought with his bare hands, which made it seem like Abbess Miejue's victory was unfair, as she was relying on her divine weapon to bully a junior!

"Young Master Lin, have you thought this through?" Her voice turned colder. "My sword never misses a move."

"When the Heaven-Slaying Sword is drawn, it's either death or serious injury. If you're overconfident, you'll regret it later!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan simply smiled, a smile that carried a composure and confidence that others could not comprehend.

"Please feel free to make your move, nun."

His words completely shattered Abbess Miejue's last hesitation.

She took a deep breath and thought to herself: What an arrogant brat! Today I'll show him his true worth!

"In that case, Young Master Lin, take this sword!"

Before she finished speaking, Abbess Miejue moved, stepping on the unique footwork of the Emei Sect.

His figure moved like a leaf swept up by a gale, instantly covering a distance of more than ten feet and arriving in front of Lin Xuan.

With a flick of her sword, she created a dazzling display of sword flowers, the tip of which pointed directly at Lin Xuan's chest. It was an extremely fierce move from the Emei Sword Technique: Golden Peak Buddha Light!

This sword strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Before the sword even arrived, the chilling sword aura that could slice through the air rushed towards them, causing even the weaker disciples on the sidelines to feel a stinging pain in their skin and difficulty breathing.

Faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, Lin Xuan seemed not to see it at all, not even lifting his eyelids.

He didn't block, didn't counterattack, and didn't even retreat.

Just as the incomparably sharp sword tip was about to touch his clothes, his body shifted three inches to the left in an illogical manner.

Exactly three inches, no more, no less.

The blade of the Heaven-Slaying Sword barely grazed his robes, its sharp sword energy tearing through the air around him with a soft "hiss" sound, yet it didn't even touch a single hem of his clothes.

The sword missed its mark!

Abbess Miejue was startled; she hadn't expected Lin Xuan's movement technique to be so fast.

With a flick of her wrist, her swordplay changed instantly. The Heaven-Slaying Sword transformed into a silver ribbon, flowing like the Yangtze River, relentlessly enveloping Lin Xuan's vital points.

"Piercing Strike", "Absolute Sword Style", "Sword Annihilation Style"...

She could effortlessly wield the most secret and powerful techniques of the Emei Sect.

The sharpness of the Heaven-Slaying Sword wove a vast, inescapable silver net across the training ground, its sword energy crisscrossing and its killing intent overflowing.

However, no matter how exquisite her swordsmanship was or how fierce her swordsmanship was, Lin Xuan was always like a willow catkin in a storm or a small boat in a raging sea.

He simply kept dodging and weaving within a few feet of the surrounding area.

His movements didn't seem fast; in fact, they were rather leisurely, as if he were taking a stroll in the courtyard.

Every turn, every lowering of the head, every step taken was perfectly timed, always managing to dodge the sword at the last second before it struck, with minimal effort and minimal movement.

The onlookers were already dumbfounded and their minds were in awe.

He seemed to be able to completely predict every sword move of Abbess Miejue and dodge in advance, and each dodge was so precise that it seemed to have been calculated with the utmost precision.

She only defended and did not attack, relying solely on her agility to dodge. Even with the Heaven-Slaying Divine Weapon in hand and all her skills, Abbess Miejue could not even touch the hem of his clothes!

What a terrifying gap in strength!