Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

A surging torrent of heat, like a river bursting its banks, burst forth without reservation, carrying his boundless love and desire...

After a long while, the panting in the stone chamber gradually subsided.

Lin Xuan leaned against the headboard, looking at the three stunning beauties still kneeling in front of him, breathing slightly.

His eyes were filled with endless tenderness.

On their three beautiful faces, each with its own unique charm, there were now traces of the milky white marks he had left behind.

Little Dragon Girl lowered her head slightly.

A drop of crystal-clear white liquid clung to her ethereal, otherworldly face, like a drop of morning dew on a snow lotus petal.

She raised her eyes, her clear pupils carrying a hint of bewilderment after satisfaction.

Gently stick out the tip of your tongue and lick away the trace of something on your lips.

Li Mochou made no attempt to hide her identity.

She raised her head, and the white marks on her cold and beautiful face, mixed with the allure in the corners of her eyes, made her look like a peerless enchantress who had just had a hearty meal and was completely satisfied.

She licked her lips and gave Lin Xuan a flirtatious wink.

On Su Quan's face, a warm, white complexion flowed across her dignified and charming beauty.

Instead of wiping it off, she revealed a charmingly innocent smile, as if she had been won over.

That mature charm contained a hint of docile submission, as if she had been completely possessed.

Lin Xuan's heart was incredibly soft.

He reached out and gently stroked the heads of the three women in turn, smoothing their sweat-dampened hair.

"You've really worked hard." His voice was filled with satisfaction and joy.

Li Mochou, the chief director, spoke first. She licked her lips and said gently:

"Seeing Xuanlang so happy makes us... happy too. What's a little hardship compared to that?"

Su Quan nodded gently and added, "Yes, Xuanlang, we're willing to do anything as long as you're happy."

Little Dragon Girl didn't speak; she simply raised her eyes, brighter than the stars, and quietly looked at Lin Xuan.

The overflowing love and happiness in her eyes expressed the same feelings as the other two women.

Lin Xuan looked at them, his heart filled with boundless pride.

He laughed heartily, pulled the three of them up from the ground, put them on the bed, and embraced them.

"Alright," he said, embracing the soft, warm women, feeling their smooth skin and graceful figures.

The fire that had just subsided in my body began to burn fiercely once again.

"Let's...continue."

Chapter 128: Searching for Ying

Inside the stone chamber, the candlelight had burned out.

Lin Xuan awoke amidst an atmosphere of exquisite warmth and softness.

He seemed to be floating on clouds.

On the left is Xiaolongnu's serene and delicate body, sculpted like white jade, while on the right is Li Mochou's mature and incredibly elastic body.

His chest was still resting on Su Quan's gentle and docile head.

Last night's madness and passion have left the three stunning beauties fast asleep, their sleeping faces sweet and their lips slightly upturned.

Lin Xuan carefully moved his body, not wanting to disturb their sweet dreams.

However, Li Mochou, who was the most alert beside her, trembled slightly and slowly opened her eyes.

The hazy look in her phoenix eyes quickly transformed into a hint of allure, and her voice, languid and husky from just waking up, said, "Awake? It's still early, why not sleep a little longer?"

"You've had enough sleep." Lin Xuan smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"You guys are tired, get some more sleep. I'm going to get up and stretch a bit."

Li Mochou stretched lazily, her alluring curves fully revealed under the thin blanket.

She yawned and said, "Alright. Today I'm going to teach Sister Quan the Jade Maiden Sword Technique. Xuanlang, you'd like to come and give me some pointers."

At this moment, Su Quan slowly woke up. Seeing this, her face flushed slightly, and she quickly got up and said softly, "Xuan Lang, Sister Mo Chou, I... I'll go prepare breakfast now."

Her gentle and virtuous appearance resembled that of a good wife who takes care of household chores.

"No rush." ​​Lin Xuan took her hand, pulled her into his arms, and smiled, "You two lie down for a while, I'll go check on things."

After saying this, he got up, dressed, and left the room with its enchanting spring scenery behind, before walking out of the stone chamber alone.

An hour later, the four of them had finished the breakfast that Su Quan had carefully prepared.

In a relatively spacious stone chamber within the ancient tomb, Li Mochou was demonstrating the Jade Maiden Sword Technique to Su Quan, wielding an ordinary fine steel longsword.

“Sister Quan, watch closely. The essence of the Jade Maiden Sword Technique lies in the four words: ‘light, fast, unpredictable, and skillful.’”

Li Mochou's expression became exceptionally serious, her usual alluring demeanor vanished, replaced by the air of a master. "This move, 'Wandering the World,' requires..."

She explained and demonstrated at the same time. The sword flashed, and her figure was graceful, truly like a fairy dancing under the moon, a sight to behold.

But within those seemingly graceful sword moves lie countless sharp killing intents.

Su Quan watched intently from the side. She was exceptionally intelligent and quick to grasp the essence of the moves Li Mochou had explained after only watching them once or twice.

"Sister Mochou, let me give it a try."

Su Quan picked up another longsword and began to practice, imitating Li Mochou. Her figure was already mature and charming, and when she danced this set of sword techniques that emphasized graceful postures, she had a unique charm.

Her light blue dress fluttered with her movements, making her look like a fairy in a lake, walking lightly on the water. Every move she made was a feast for the eyes.

Lin Xuan and Xiaolongnu sat to the side watching. Xiaolongnu watched serenely, while Lin Xuan's gaze was thoughtful.

“Not bad,” Lin Xuan praised, “Quan’er has a very good comprehension, and this sword technique is very suitable for her.”

After Li Mochou finished her practice, she sheathed her sword and stood up. She looked at Su Quan's movements and nodded in satisfaction, but then frowned and sighed, "Sister Quan is good in every way, but... it's a pity. We can't even find a decent sword in this ancient tomb."

She brandished the fine steel longsword in her hand, quite dissatisfied. "This kind of ordinary iron can't bring out the subtleties of the Jade Maiden Sword Technique at all. If it encounters a master, it will probably break with a single touch."

Su Quan also stopped, and said with some helplessness, "Yes, this sword is too light, and it's not very easy to use."

Their complaints caught Lin Xuan's attention.

He remembered the unique ancient sword in Lin Chaoying's room.

"A sword... I remember having one. Wait for me a moment."

As he spoke, he strode towards the deepest part of the ancient tomb, to the private stone chamber that belonged to Lin Chaoying.

The room was simple and cold, filled with an atmosphere of loneliness. Lin Xuan's target was the sword hanging on the hook on the stone wall.

It was a peculiar sword, with an ancient scabbard that was a dark bronze color; the hilt was made of strange wood and carved with intricate, unfamiliar patterns.

Lin Xuan took it down; it felt slightly heavy in his hand. Holding the sword, he turned and returned to the stone chamber where he practiced his swordsmanship.

"Look, what's this?" Lin Xuan handed over the ancient sword.

"What an ancient sword!" Li Mochou's eyes lit up. "Xuanlang, where did you find it?"

"It hangs in the Grandmaster's room," Lin Xuan replied casually. "It's probably one of her belongings."

Su Quan carefully took the sword; its length and weight were just right for her.

She lovingly stroked the scabbard, but ended up wiping a layer of dust off the hilt.

“It looks like no one has used it in a long time,” she said, her nature being clean. Looking at the sword covered in dust, she felt a pang of heartache. “I’ll go fetch some water and wash it.”

With that, she placed the sword on the stone table and turned to fetch water.

Before long, Su Quan brought over a basin of crystal-clear water and a clean, soft cloth.

She stood by the table, her gentle and virtuous demeanor making her seem less like she was polishing a sword and more like she was tending to a cherished work of art.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her snow-white, lotus-root-like arm, and began to carefully wipe the dust off the sword hilt with a soft cloth dampened with water.

"Huh?" Su Quan let out a soft exclamation of surprise.

The dark wooden hilt of the sword, the moment it touched the water, revealed a faint blue light emanating from the carved patterns and lines!

The light quickly gathered, slowly outlining and condensing on the handguard, eventually forming a lifelike little flower pattern!

The flower was only the size of a fingernail, with delicate petals, a peculiar shape, and a dreamy, ethereal blue color.

It emitted a faint, mysterious glow in the dimly lit stone chamber.

"What... what's going on?" Li Mochou was stunned, staring incredulously at the small flower that had appeared out of nowhere.

A hint of curiosity flashed in Xiaolongnu's cool eyes.

Lin Xuan was equally surprised and stepped forward to examine it closely.

The flower is neither carved nor inlaid; rather, it seems to have been infiltrated into the material of the sword hilt with some kind of special dye. It is invisible under normal circumstances and only becomes visible when it comes into contact with water.

"Xuanlang, have you ever seen this kind of flower?" Li Mochou asked.

Lin Xuan slowly shook his head and turned his gaze to Su Quan, the woman with the most diverse knowledge among the three women: "Quan'er, you are well-read, do you recognize this?"

Su Quan frowned in thought, a hint of realization flashing in her eyes: "This flower... I think I've seen it in a very old miscellaneous book."

Lin Xuan pressed further, "Oh? Tell me about it."

Su Quan said slowly, "If I remember correctly... this flower is called the Ephemeral Flower."

"It does not grow in the Central Plains, but only occasionally appears in a specific valley in the remote southwest... Miao region."

"It is said that this flower only blooms on rainy nights and withers at dawn, making it extremely rare."

"That book says that some tribes in Miao territory use its sap to make a secret totem mark that only appears when it gets wet, and it is used as a token of the highest rank."

Miao region!

When Su Quan uttered those two words, it prompted Lin Xuan to think.

In the past few days, he has been frequently looking through Lin Chaoying's notes.

There is only one record related to "Miao territory".

He has an amazing memory and can recall things immediately.

"...It is said that in the Miao region of the southwest, there is a wondrous fruit called 'Dragon Blood Crimson Fruit.' It grows on sheer cliffs and ripens only once every hundred years. The fruit is extremely poisonous; ordinary people who touch it will die instantly, turning into pus and blood. However, if one uses extremely Yin internal energy to counteract its toxicity, consuming it will have the miraculous effect of transforming one's body and greatly increasing one's internal energy..."

Did Lin Chaoying go to Miao territory? And bring this sword back with her?

However, I don't know what time period they went there.

Well, I did gain something.

Lin Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "Oh? Miao region? In that case, our ancestral master may have traveled to the southwest region back then."

He then turned to Little Dragon Girl and asked, "Little Dragon Girl, do you remember this sword?"

Little Dragon Girl thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook her head: "I have no recollection of it. As far back as I can remember, this sword has always been hanging in Grandmother's room. My master wouldn't let me in, and I've never touched it."

A clear clue emerged in Lin Xuan's mind.

He picked up the ancient sword; the pale blue flower on its hilt flickered in the candlelight, like a silent guide.

"Such a fine sword should not go unnamed." He gripped the hilt, his gaze fixed on the blade, and said in a deep voice.

Li Mochou chimed in with great interest: "Excellent! This sword is so unique, and it was once the sword of our ancestral master. It deserves a good name. Xuanlang, you come up with one."

Lin Xuan raised the sword to his eyes, as if examining the candlelight reflected on the blade.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable solemnity:

"Let's name this sword 'Seeking Heroes'."

"Seeking heroes?" Li Mochou read it aloud, raising a slight brow with her phoenix eyes. "Seeking heroes? Hmm... that's quite ambitious."

"Is it the hope that Sister Quan will one day wield this sword and become a heroine among women? Not bad, not bad!" She pondered the meaning of the name and found it quite fitting.

Upon hearing this, Su Quan blushed, feeling both the joy of receiving the sword and the embarrassment of being entrusted with high expectations.

She said softly, "Searching for heroes... how could I possibly bear such a responsibility..."

Little Dragon Girl, being of a gentle nature, didn't think much of it.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly and remained silent.