Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

It was a wide-open, flat area in the mountains, with no trees to block the light. The cool moonlight, like mercury spilling onto the ground, illuminated the entire open space as bright as day.

Seeing this empty space, she felt no joy, but rather a deeper despair.

In this open and unobstructed place, she had no more room to maneuver or dodge using the terrain.

Sure enough, a mocking voice, seemingly coming from all directions at once, echoed leisurely across the open space:

"Not running anymore?"

The girl in black froze, slowly stopping in her tracks, breathing heavily.

She whirled around, gripped the scimitar in her hand, and stared intently at Lin Xuan, who had somehow appeared ten steps behind her.

Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back.

The moonlight illuminated his handsome face, a faint smile playing on his lips. His eyes, however, were like a bottomless, icy pool, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"What do you want?" Her voice was hoarse from exhaustion, but her inherent stubbornness remained undiminished.

Lin Xuan smiled as he looked at her as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you to stop and have a chat."

The moment he finished speaking, he moved.

One second ago, he was still ten steps away.

The next second, his figure appeared in front of the girl in black as if he had teleported!

too fast!

The girl in black had no time to react!

She only saw a palm, seemingly moving slowly, but actually moving faster than her visual limits, constantly magnifying in front of her.

That hand sealed off all her possibilities of dodging and resisting.

She instinctively tried to parry with her knife, but the hand only gently brushed against her, and an irresistible, gentle force came through.

Her wrist went numb, and the scimitar flew out of her hand with a clang, embedding itself in the soil some distance away.

Immediately afterwards, a finger lightly touched a vital point on her chest.

Just one move.

It doesn't even qualify as a single move.

The girl in black felt a numbness throughout her body, and all her strength receded like the tide. She could no longer move her body at all, and she couldn't even speak.

She remained frozen in place, still holding the knife.

Her eyes were filled with endless horror and disbelief.

How could that be...

How can there be such an amazing person in this world?

Even my father... no, even the legendary leader of the Ming Cult probably couldn't do it so easily, right?

Who exactly is this ridiculously young man in front of me? What kind of monster is he?

Lin Xuan looked into her large eyes, which were filled with shock and despair, and nodded in satisfaction.

He reached out, pinched the black veil covering his face, and gently pulled it.

The face towel slipped off.

A captivating face was laid bare in the cool moonlight.

It was a round face, perhaps because of her young age, still retaining some baby fat. Her skin, illuminated by the moonlight, was so white and delicate that it seemed as if one could pinch water from it.

Her features were exquisite, with large, round, dark, and bright eyes that were now stubbornly staring at Lin Xuan.

A few glistening tears, seeping from fear and exhaustion, still clung to her long eyelashes.

Perhaps because of the intense running just now, her cheeks were flushed with an abnormal redness, and she was slightly pouting, looking like she would rather die than submit.

Lin Xuan admired it for a moment before slowly speaking.

His voice was very gentle, without any sense of interrogation or pressure; it sounded more like a casual chat with a long-time friend.

"What's your name? Why did you kill Abbess Miejue?"

The woman pursed her lips tightly, remaining silent, only staring intently at him with her large, dark eyes.

His eyes clearly said, "Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you, but don't even think about getting a single word out of me!"

"Heh..." Lin Xuan was amused by her fearless little face.

He reached out his finger and flicked her smooth, full forehead lightly.

A crisp "thud" was heard.

"Ouch..." The woman winced in pain, her brows furrowing instinctively. Her stubborn eyes instantly welled up with tears, making her look extremely aggrieved.

"So young, yet so murderous. Didn't your family teach you anything?" Lin Xuan shook his head, speaking in the tone of an elder lecturing a younger person.

"Girls like you, brandishing knives and guns, shouting and fighting, you're really not learning good things."

The woman's face flushed crimson instantly, a mixture of shame, indignation, and grievance. She glared at the despicable man before her with even greater fury.

Looking at her adorable, puffed-up face, Lin Xuan thought to himself, "This girl must be the one Fei Yan asked me to save."

"We won't get anything out of her anyway, so we might as well just take her to Fei Yan, and everything will be clear then."

Having made up his mind, he said no more.

Like an eagle catching a chick, he grabbed the woman by the back of her collar with one hand and lifted her petite body up.

"Let's go."

He chuckled softly, and with a flicker of his body, he transformed into a streak of light, shooting towards the foot of Mount Hua.

The woman, held in Lin Xuan's hand, felt only the howling wind rushing past her ears.

The scenery before her eyes transformed into countless streaks of light rushing backward. This extreme speed left her mind blank, not even giving her time to feel fear.

All she knew was that she was like a leaf caught in a whirlwind, completely unable to control her own destiny.

From the towering summit of Mount Hua to the familiar courtyard at its foot, it takes most of the day for an average person to walk.

At Lin Xuan's feet, it was only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

When her feet touched solid ground again, the woman felt dizzy, her face turned pale, and she almost vomited.

But she still endured the discomfort, gritted her teeth, and didn't utter a sound of weakness.

Lin Xuan led her directly into the courtyard.

"Sister Quan! Fei Yan!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached every corner of the courtyard.

A moment later, the door to the main room creaked open, and a mature and alluring figure walked out with delight. It was Su Quan.

When she saw Lin Xuan, her beautiful eyes instantly lit up with a captivating light: "How come... you just left yesterday and you're back tonight? Did something happen?"

As she spoke, she quickly approached, her gaze naturally falling on the girl in black that Lin Xuan was carrying, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the door to another room was pushed open, and Qu Feiyan ran out, still half asleep.

She was still muttering, "Brother Xuan, why are you shouting in the middle of the night? Everyone's asleep..."

But when her gaze fell upon the black-clad girl who had been subdued by Lin Xuan, all her sleepiness vanished instantly!

"Sister Bu Hui!"

Qu Feiyan let out a startled cry and rushed over in three quick steps, her face filled with anxiety and worry.

"What...what's wrong? How are you?"

The two words "no regrets" acted like a key, instantly unlocking all the confusion in Lin Xuan's mind.

No regrets... Yang Bu Hui.

It was her.

Lin Xuan suddenly understood. Yang Buhui was the daughter of Yang Xiao, the Left Guardian of the Ming Cult, and Ji Xiaofu, a female disciple of the Emei Sect.

Back then, Abbess Miejue personally ended Ji Xiaofu's life; this hatred for killing one's mother is irreconcilable.

It is perfectly reasonable for Yang Buhui to come seeking revenge after growing up and want to assassinate Abbess Miejue.

But... Kunlun Mountain's Bright Summit is so far away, how did this little girl travel all the way to Huashan?

How did she and the quirky Qu Feiyan become such good friends?

The relationships between the characters in this Jin Yong martial arts universe are truly... incredibly messy.

Lin Xuan looked at Qu Feiyan's anxious expression, as if the sky was about to fall, but he remained calm and composed.

He calmly released the pressure points on Yang Buhui's body and said, "Don't worry, you won't die."

As soon as the acupoints were released, Yang Buhui immediately collapsed to the ground, and Qu Feiyan quickly helped her up.

Lin Xuan continued in his unhurried tone, "I've checked her. She must have been hit by Abbess Miejue's full-force palm strike. Her internal injuries are very serious now."

"I forced myself to escape with my inner energy just now, which aggravated my injuries and caused my meridians to become disordered."

"You call that nothing to worry about?!"

Upon hearing this, Qu Feiyan was so anxious that tears almost fell from her eyes.

She looked up at Lin Xuan with an almost pleading gaze: "Brother Xuan, please save her! I know you are incredibly powerful and your medical skills must be amazing, please!"

Yang Buhui, standing to the side, also felt a flicker of joy and warmth at the moment he saw Qu Feiyan.

But when she heard Qu Feiyan pleading with Lin Xuan, her stubborn nature resurfaced.

She struggled to stand up straight and said resolutely to Qu Feiyan:

"Feiyan, don't beg him! I...I'd rather die than bow down to such...such an evil person!"

The "villain" she was referring to was naturally Lin Xuan, who had just played a trick on her like an eagle catching a chick.

Lin Xuan ignored her accusations as if he hadn't heard them at all.

He walked straight into the house, found the most comfortable armchair, and sat down with an air of authority.

Then he instructed Su Quan, who was standing to the side with wide, curious eyes:

"What's the rush? The sky isn't going to fall. Let's chat first."

He stretched, his posture as relaxed as a young master on vacation.

"Sister Quan, brew me a pot of the finest tea. I want pre-rain Longjing."

Chapter 114: You definitely need to take off your clothes to heal.

The room was brightly lit.

The atmosphere, however, was somewhat peculiar.

Lin Xuan sat down in the armchair with an air of nonchalance.

On the table in front of him was a pot of freshly brewed pre-Qingming Longjing tea.

Su Quan poured him a full cup herself. The green tea leaves unfurled in the clear broth, and the rising steam carried a delicate tea aroma.

He picked up his teacup, gently blew away the foam, and leisurely took a sip, as if he were a detached observer.

On the other side, however, was a completely different scene.

Qu Feiyan was kneeling on the ground, carefully supporting Yang Buhui, who was pale and breathing erratically.

Her pretty face, which always wore a sly smile, was now filled with undisguised anxiety and worry.

Su Quan stood aside, looking at the stubborn girl's face covered in dust and sweat, and felt a pang of pity for no reason.

She turned and went inside, quickly bringing back a basin of warm water and a clean, soft towel.

Su Quan silently squatted down and began to gently wipe Yang Buhui's face and neck.

This delicate combination created a strange balance. Lin Xuan's calm and composed demeanor contrasted sharply with the girls' anxious concern.

In the end, it was Qu Feiyan who lost her composure first.

She knew that if she wanted Lin Xuan, this capricious "Brother Xuan," to take action, she had to pique his interest, or at least explain the whole story clearly.