Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Her mind went blank for a moment, and all her desires vanished without a trace, replaced by utter panic!

someone!

There are people outside!

She instinctively wanted to immediately stop what she was doing with her mouth and chest, and escape from between Lin Xuan's legs.

However, a large, iron-like hand pressed down firmly on the back of her head, rendering her completely unable to move!

Lin Xuan showed no panic whatsoever; instead, his eyes gleamed with even greater excitement and stimulation!

"What...who is it?"

Ning Zhongze's voice, because her mouth was stuffed with something and she was shrouded in extreme panic, became indistinct and trembled uncontrollably.

Outside the door came a voice she least wanted to hear at that moment.

The voice was gentle and mellow, yet it was like a sharp sword that pierced her heart in an instant.

"Junior sister, it's me."

Yue Buqun!

It was her husband, Yue Buqun!

boom!

Ning Zhongze's mind completely exploded.

Her husband was right outside the door, just a door away. And she, inside, was servicing another man with her mouth and her breasts!

This realization made her blush instantly, and her heart pounded like a drum.

A strong sense of shame intertwined with the forbidden thrill, causing her to tremble all over.

She's finished. If her senior brother finds out, she'll be utterly disgraced and have no face to live on!

She struggled desperately, trying to push Lin Xuan away, but the hand pressing on her head didn't budge, and even deliberately increased the pressure.

"It's...it's late...Senior brother, is there...is there something you need?"

She used all her strength to squeeze out what was barely a complete sentence from her throat.

Her heart was pounding like a drum; she could even clearly hear the sound of her heart pounding against her chest.

As Lin Xuan felt the violent trembling of the beauty beneath him and heard Yue Buqun's gentle voice outside the door, his excitement and stimulation reached an unprecedented peak!

This is really exciting!

Yue Buqun, standing outside the door, was completely unaware of the turbulent events unfolding inside.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the cool night breeze, a hint of worry on his face, and sighed as he said:

“Junior Sister, I’ve been feeling uneasy these past few days. I have a feeling that there’s a traitor infiltrated our Huashan Sect, possibly a spy planted by Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan Sect. This matter concerns the life and death of our sect, and I want to discuss it with you.”

Hearing this, Ning Zhongze's heart sank even further.

It is precisely at this time that we must discuss such an important matter!

Her mouth was stuffed full of that enormous thing, almost reaching deep into her throat. Lin Xuan seemed to be deliberately being mischievous, as he gently moved it around in her mouth a few times.

"Um... um..."

She couldn't help but let out a painful and suppressed groan.

The sound seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

Yue Buqun, who was outside the door, immediately sensed something was wrong and asked with concern, "Junior Sister? What's wrong? Your voice sounds off."

Ning Zhongze was terrified. In a moment of quick thinking, she took a moment to catch her breath and replied with all her might:

"N-nothing, senior brother. I...I just have a bit of a cough...it's probably because...the weather has turned cooler recently, and I accidentally...caught a cold."

This excuse was the only one she could think of at that moment.

She felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest. Her body became incredibly hot from the extreme tension and stimulation, and streams of heat uncontrollably gushed from her lower body, soaking the sheets beneath her.

When Yue Buqun heard her say that she had caught a cold, his tone was immediately filled with guilt and self-reproach.

"Hey, why don't you take better care of your health?"

He recalled how he had spent almost all his time in seclusion, neglecting to eat or sleep, in order to master that divine skill, leaving all the affairs of the sect, big and small, to his junior sister to handle alone.

Now that she's sick, it's really wrong of me to come and bother her in the middle of the night to discuss these troublesome matters.

A deep sense of apology welled up in his heart.

"In that case, Junior Sister, you should rest well and take good care of your health," Yue Buqun said gently. "There's no rush regarding the matter of the spy. I'll come to talk to you in detail in a few days. You've really worked hard these past few days."

After saying that, he turned around, and his footsteps faded into the distance.

Hearing Yue Buqun's departing footsteps, Ning Zhongze's extremely taut nerve finally snapped with a "snap".

She collapsed, completely losing all her strength.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, the large hand that was pressing down on her head suddenly pressed down hard!

"Well--!"

Lin Xuan could no longer hold back. He let out a low roar, accompanied by a violent tremor, and released all the pent-up, burning pleasure deep into her warm mouth.

For a long, long time.

Lin Xuan finally let go of her hand after everything was over.

Ning Zhongze lay paralyzed on the bed like a fish out of water, coughing and gasping for breath, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.

Those weren't just tears of grievance, but tears mixed with a complex mix of emotions: fear, humiliation, excitement, lingering dread...

She slowly turned around, pulled the blanket over herself, buried her head in it, her shoulders trembling violently as she let out suppressed sobs.

In the past, she was the "Heroine Ning," revered by everyone in the martial arts world. Her swordsmanship was superb, and her conduct was upright. She was a saintly figure in the hearts of the Huashan Sect disciples. But at this moment, she was like a wronged and helpless little girl, hiding herself under the covers and crying her eyes out.

This stark contrast stirred within Lin Xuan a complex mix of pity and a desire to conquer.

"Waaah... You only know how to bully me... My senior brother is right outside... You... You still bully me like this... Waaah..."

Lin Xuan felt a pang of guilt as he looked at her shivering under the covers.

He knew he had really gone too far tonight.

He lifted the covers and gently pulled the beautiful woman, who was crying her eyes out, into his arms, patting her back softly as if comforting a child.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have scared my sister like that."

His voice was so gentle it seemed to drip with water.

"But sister, don't you think... what happened just now was exciting? That feeling of being discovered at any moment, that feeling of dancing on the edge of a knife, didn't it make you... more excited than usual?"

He kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear, apologizing, guiding her, sometimes gentle, sometimes domineering.

Ning Zhongze gradually stopped crying in his arms.

She had to admit that what the petty thief said made some sense. The extreme fear she had just experienced had indeed given her an unprecedented, morbid sense of stimulation, causing her body to react violently to something she had never done before.

She knew that this petty thief was her nemesis, her destined calamity. She couldn't resist him at all, neither physically nor emotionally.

She snuggled closer to him, finding a comfortable position, and said plaintively, her voice still thick with a nasal tone:

"You're the worst..."

Lin Xuan lowered his head and kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, then smiled and said, "So, sister, do you still want this bad guy like me to bully you one more time?"

Ning Zhongze gave him a charmingly disdainful look, said nothing, but took the initiative to reach out her arms and hook them around his neck.

Everything is understood without words.

Just as Lin Xuan was preparing to mount his horse and engage in further in-depth discussions—

"There are assassins!!"

"Help! Catch the assassin!"

"Attention everyone! An assassin has broken in!"

Suddenly, a series of urgent and loud shouts came from outside, piercing the night sky of Mount Hua.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Huashan Sect became lively and noisy, with countless footsteps, the sound of swords being drawn, and shouts echoing everywhere!

Chapter 112: The Assassin

"There are assassins!"

The sharp scream instantly shattered the romantic and ambiguous atmosphere in the bedroom.

Lin Xuan frowned slightly.

"What...what happened?"

Ning Zhongze's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.

She sat up abruptly from Lin Xuan's embrace, grabbed an outer garment and draped it over her shoulders to cover her snow-white skin, which was covered with alluring marks.

"It sounds like something's happened."

Lin Xuan's voice remained calm, as if the raging chaos outside was nothing more than a ripple in a pond to him.

He rolled out of bed and quickly dressed himself, his movements fluid and efficient.

"you……"

Ning Zhongze watched him prepare to leave, and a sense of unease welled up in her heart.

Lin Xuan turned around and looked into her beautiful eyes, which were filled with concern, and felt a warmth in his heart.

He took her soft, boneless hand in his own, squeezed it gently, and said softly, "It's alright, sister, just rest in the room and don't go anywhere."

"I'm going out to check the situation, I'll be right back."

His tone carried an undeniable confidence.

"Then you...then you must be careful."

Ning Zhongze concluded with this simple and heartfelt piece of advice.

Lin Xuan gave her a reassuring smile, then his figure flickered, like a ghost, silently opened the door, slipped out, and disappeared into the night.

The night was cool as water, and the moonlight was clear and cold.

Lin Xuan's figure moved silently through the intricate buildings of the Huashan Sect, like a wisp of smoke.

He perfectly avoided all the Huashan disciples who were running around and patrolling, not wanting anyone to know that he came out of Ning Zhongze's room.

A moment later, at a secluded corner of a corridor, he saw a young disciple carrying a sword, running anxiously toward the Hall of Righteousness.

Lin Xuan moved swiftly and appeared quietly behind the disciple, gently patting him on the shoulder.

"what!"

The disciple was so frightened that he screamed and almost collapsed to the ground.

He turned around abruptly, his longsword instinctively ready to thrust out, but when he saw the face of the person who had come, the fear on his face instantly turned into an expression mixed with awe and surprise.

"Young Master Lin...!"

"take it easy."

Lin Xuan's voice was calm, yet carried a reassuring power, "What exactly happened up ahead? Why is there such a commotion?"

Upon seeing his leader, the disciple felt as if he had found a savior and quickly lowered his voice to report to his master:

"Master Lin, something terrible has happened!"

"Just now, an assassin infiltrated the guest courtyard assigned to the senior members of the Emei Sect and launched a sneak attack... a sneak attack on Abbess Miejue, the leader of the Emei Sect!"

"Oh?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"The old nun Miejue was caught off guard and was injured, but fortunately the injury does not seem to be serious."

"But the assassin was extremely cunning. He fled immediately after his first strike failed, and by the time everyone reacted, he had vanished without a trace!"

"Sect Leader Yue is now leading all his fellow disciples in a full-scale search of the mountain!"

Was Abbess Miejue injured? Did the assassin escape?

In Lin Xuan's mind, the pretty face of Qu Feiyan, filled with pleading and expectation, instantly appeared in the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

"If someone tries to kill Abbess Miejue, whether they succeed or not, and you encounter them, could you lend a hand on Mount Hua and prevent their death?"