Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

For a moment, the only sounds in the training ground were the "whoosh" of the Heaven Sword cutting through the sky and Abbess Miejue's increasingly rapid breathing.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves had passed. Fine beads of sweat were already seeping from Abbess Miejue's forehead.

The more she fought, the more frightened and frustrated she became.

She felt like a child wielding a powerful weapon, being toyed with by an empty-handed adult.

No matter how hard she tried, her opponent simply dodged with ease, and their effortless demeanor made her feel an unprecedented sense of frustration.

"drink!"

Abbess Miejue roared and took several steps back, putting distance between herself and Lin Xuan.

She stood with her sword in hand, her chest heaving violently, her face alternating between pale and flushed, filled with anger and frustration.

"Please enlighten me, Young Master Lin! I wish to witness your true strength."

Lin Xuan's defensive attitude was a greater insult to her than defeating her.

Ning Zhongze, standing on the sidelines, felt a pang of anxiety and quickly tried to offer some words of comfort.

However, Lin Xuan laughed first.

"Alright." He looked at Abbess Miejue and finally nodded. "Since Abbess has made this request, then Lin Xuan will make a move."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gentle smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented focus and sharpness.

He moved.

Without any fancy footwork or overwhelming momentum, he simply raised his right hand and struck out with a palm towards Abbess Miejue, who was ten steps away.

This palm strike looked ordinary and extremely slow, as if it were a casually flicked palm strike from an ordinary person who knew no martial arts.

The palm strike was clearly several feet away, but the heavy, mountain-like pressure of the palm had already made Abbess Miejue feel breathless.

There's no way to avoid it; the only option is to face it head-on!

A resolute glint flashed in Abbess Miejue's eyes as she poured all her power into the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

The sword emitted a dazzling light. She let out a delicate shout, gripped the sword with both hands, and with all her might, thrust it fiercely towards that seemingly ordinary palm!

She actually intended to use the sharpness of the Heaven-Slaying Sword to break through Lin Xuan's palm strike!

However, something unexpected happened.

Faced with the Heaven-Slaying Sword, which was powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, Lin Xuan's right hand remained completely unmoved, its speed unchanged and its direction unaltered.

It seems that he intends to use this fleshy palm to confront the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword head-on and have a fair fight!

"No!" Ning Zhongze cried out in alarm.

Everyone on the sidelines held their breath for him. That was the Heaven-Slaying Sword! How could a body of flesh and blood possibly contend with it?

Just as the gleaming sword tip was about to pierce Lin Xuan's palm...

Time seemed to slow down.

Suddenly, Lin Xuan's palm trembled slightly at a frequency that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, his index and middle fingers, like a pair of precise iron clamps, gently and skillfully gripped the spine of the Heaven-Slaying Sword at an incredible angle!

It's the spine of a sword!

"Ding!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out.

This scene was clearly reflected in Zhou Zhiruo's wide-open almond-shaped eyes.

She suddenly raised her head, her clear, watery eyes filled with undisguised shock and a strange gleam.

In that breathtaking moment, the astonishment on her exquisite face contrasted sharply with the serene demeanor beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows, creating an extremely moving picture.

Abbess Miejue felt an overwhelming and irresistible force emanating from the sword.

The sword she thrust out with all her might was firmly held in mid-air by those two seemingly slender fingers, unable to advance even an inch further!

How can it be? !

Abbess Miejue's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. She tried to pull back her sword, but found that the Heaven-Slaying Sword seemed to be welded to the other person's fingers, not moving an inch.

Lin Xuan, with the sword between his legs, smiled slightly at her.

Immediately, he flicked his wrist and twisted it, releasing an exquisite spiral force.

Abbess Miejue felt a violent tremor in her hand, and could no longer hold the divine weapon.

"Whoosh-"

The Heaven-Slaying Sword flew out of his hand, drawing a graceful arc in the air before landing steadily in Lin Xuan's grasp.

Disarm a blade barehanded!

Moreover, what they seized was the Heaven-Slaying Sword from Abbess Miejue!

The entire process was swift and rapid, yet clearly presented to everyone.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The entire training ground was completely silent, with dozens of people present; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the man standing in the center of the arena, sword in hand, their minds completely blank.

Lin Xuan held the Heaven-Slaying Sword but did not immediately return it to Abbess Miejue.

He casually twirled his sword a few times, and the clear, melodious roar emanating from the blade seemed even more pleasant than when it was in the hands of Abbess Miejue.

He stroked the cold blade and exclaimed sincerely, "It can cut through iron like mud and sever a hair with a breath. It is indeed a fine sword!"

After saying that, he flicked his wrist, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword transformed into a streak of light, flying back and, with a clang, piercing precisely into the scabbard at Abbess Miejue's waist.

Exactly.

Only then did everyone awaken from their daze, erupting in a thunderous roar of exclamations and discussions.

The difference in martial arts skills will be clear to everyone.

This battle cannot even be called a battle; it can only be described as a one-sided crushing defeat.

Abbess Miejue stood there blankly, looking down at her empty hands, and then touching the Heaven-Slaying Sword that was already sheathed at her waist.

Her face was drained of color, and she looked utterly lost, as if she had aged ten years in an instant.

After a long while, she finally let out a sigh filled with bitterness and loneliness.

"The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves, and new people replace the old in the world... Young Master Lin's martial arts are unparalleled, and I... am completely convinced!"

The atmosphere at the dinner was somewhat somber.

Abbess Miejue was clearly still immersed in the huge shock of the daytime martial arts competition and was not in high spirits, only occasionally exchanging a few words with Ning Zhongze.

Ding Minjun kept her head down, not daring to even glance at Lin Xuan.

After the banquet ended hastily, the Emei group was arranged to rest in their guest rooms.

Lin Xuan was just about to return to his residence when suddenly, a soft voice came from behind him.

"Young Master Lin, please wait."

The voice wasn't loud, but the words were clear and carried a calm tone.

Lin Xuan turned around and saw Zhou Zhiruo standing gracefully in the moonlight not far away.

The moonlight, like water, gave her already fair and snow-white skin a warm, jade-like glow. Her clear almond-shaped eyes, under the moonlight, seemed to hold a pool of starlight, gazing at him brightly and intently.

She simply stood there quietly, and she herself became a beautiful painting.

"Miss Zhiruo, is there something you need?"

Zhou Zhiruo stepped forward gracefully and stopped three steps away from him. She first gave a bow, her movements elegant.

"Zhiruo, I apologize for disturbing you, but I have a favor to ask. After much thought, I believe that only Young Master Lin can offer some assistance in this matter."

Her opening remarks were direct and sincere, without any beating around the bush.

Lin Xuan's heart stirred slightly. Looking at the seemingly weak but articulate girl in front of him, he said calmly, "Speak freely."

Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyes, her clear eyes looking directly at Lin Xuan with a serious expression.

"Young Master Lin's martial arts skills displayed today are unprecedented for me, and I am filled with admiration. I have heard that you are a disciple of Chief Huang of the Beggars' Sect and can command the disciples of the Beggars' Sect."

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.

"Zhiruo's life is filled with hardship," she said, her voice lowering slightly, and a thin layer of mist welled up in her eyes. But she held back her tears and continued to narrate calmly.

“My father was killed by the Mongol Tartars when I was young, but fortunately my master took me in. I have been lonely since childhood, and my only thought is that my father mentioned a younger sister who married far away in her early years, who is my aunt. She may be Zhiruo’s only blood relative in this world.”

Her voice was tinged with sadness, but even more so with a deep attachment to family.

She paused for a moment, composed herself, and continued, "The world is vast, and finding someone is like searching for a needle in a haystack. I am but a nobody, and my sect is not in a position to make a big fuss over such a private matter. But the Beggars' Sect disciples are spread all over the world, and their network of informants is unparalleled."

Her analysis was logical and well-organized, clearly explaining her predicament, goals, and reasons for seeking help from Lin Xuan.

Finally, she bowed deeply to Lin Xuan again, her tone utterly sincere:

"Therefore, I humbly request that Young Master Lin use the power of the Beggars' Sect to help me find my aunt. If this is successful, I will never forget your great kindness. If it is not possible, I will not force you, but I will be grateful that you listened to my words tonight."

After saying that, she stood there quietly, waiting for Lin Xuan's reply.

She didn't continue crying to gain sympathy, nor did she anxiously urge him on; she simply laid out her request and attitude frankly and completely before the other party.

Lin Xuan looked at her and felt a surge of admiration for the girl.

People may only see her pitiful and beautiful face, but they overlook the wisdom and resilience hidden beneath this delicate appearance.

When faced with adversity, she did not wallow in self-pity; when seeking help, she was neither humble nor arrogant, and her reasoning was clear and logical.

She knows how to analyze situations, grasp the key points, and, more importantly, knows how to conduct herself appropriately.

This was no ordinary, frail young girl; she was clearly a rough diamond, ready to shine in time. No wonder she later took charge of Emei; it was no accident.

“That’s not difficult.” Lin Xuan’s voice softened considerably. He nodded. “Tell me all the information about your aunt’s name. I will send a message to the Beggars’ Sect and ask them to keep an eye out.”

Upon hearing the affirmative answer, Zhou Zhiruo's tense expression finally relaxed. A bright light of joy shone in her eyes, a light so intense that it seemed to dim the surrounding moonlight.

"Thank you so much, Young Master Lin!" This time, her voice was filled with undisguised excitement as she bowed deeply once more. "Zhiruo is deeply grateful!"

"Get up." Lin Xuan casually helped her up. "It was nothing."

“It’s just a small favor for you, but for me, it’s a weighty hope,” Zhou Zhiruo said earnestly as she straightened up.

Lin Xuan looked at her eyes, which had regained their light, and smiled, "It's late, go back and rest early. I'll wait for good news."

Having said that, he said no more and turned to walk towards his courtyard.

Chapter 108: Descending the Mountain

Lin Xuan has been staying at Mount Hua for several days.

Counting the days, he realized he hadn't seen Su Quan for several days.

That day, after settling Su Quan in a secluded house in the county town, he went straight up Mount Hua.

She was a frail woman, her heart was devoted to him, and she had just given herself to him.

I bet she's missing me.

I should go see her.

Without delay, he gracefully descended the mountain alone.

A mountain breeze brushed my face, carrying a hint of coolness.

His figure moved like a wisp of smoke, heading towards a secluded house in the county town.

It was a rather elegant courtyard with white walls and black tiles, and two tall locust trees planted in front of the gate.

Lin Xuan bypassed the main gate, lightly touched the top of the wall with his toes, and silently floated into the backyard like a falling leaf.

In the courtyard, flowers and trees flourished, and a wisteria trellis was in full bloom.

Under the wisteria trellis, there is a stone table and several stone benches.

A graceful figure was facing him sideways, holding a small pair of silver scissors, carefully trimming the withered leaves of a clivia plant.

She wore a light blue, fitted long dress, the hem swaying slightly with her movements, outlining breathtaking curves.