Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

She could only feign anger, abruptly sheathing her knife and glaring fiercely at Lin Xuan:

"You! You don't know a single martial art, all you do is flatter!"

"Today, my great-aunt is letting you off the hook because she takes pity on you! But if you dare to talk back again, I will definitely not forgive you!"

Lin Xuan readily complied and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Please forgive me, my lady. I spoke without thinking. I hope you will forgive me."

Qin Hongmian was rendered speechless by his serious demeanor, feeling that if she stayed any longer, her calm and untroubled heart would be disturbed.

She turned and left, leaving behind only a cold, detached statement:

"Get down the mountain right now! There's a small town down there that's safer. If I see you wandering around these mountains again, I'll break your legs!"

After saying that, she turned around without looking back, used her lightness skill, and in a few leaps, the black figure disappeared into the depths of the mountain forest.

Watching her leave, Lin Xuan's smile deepened.

"Thank you for your help, heroine. I hope we can meet again someday."

Chapter 133: Zhong Ling, Lightning Sable

After parting ways with the cold-hearted and barbed "Shura Blade," Lin Xuan did not linger.

He determined the direction and started walking towards the town at the foot of the mountain.

Although Wuliang Mountain is steep, it is no different from flat ground for a master like Lin Xuan.

As he traveled, the mountains and forests were quiet, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, and he was in a rather good mood.

The trip to Langhuan Paradise not only yielded two unparalleled martial arts skills, but also allowed me to "tease" one of my future mothers-in-law, making it truly a worthwhile journey.

Just as he reached a relatively sparsely wooded area halfway up the mountain, he suddenly heard a soft rustling sound.

Immediately afterwards, a white shadow, like an arrow released from a bow, suddenly darted out from the bushes beside them!

As he was wondering, the white figure disappeared behind a rock not far ahead.

Lin Xuan smiled, not paying any attention, assuming it was just some kind of strange beast in the mountains, and prepared to continue on his way.

However, just as he lifted his foot, a sharp gust of wind, mixed with a fishy smell, suddenly attacked him from behind!

The white figure actually circled around and launched a sneak attack from behind!

Lin Xuan didn't even bother to turn his head.

His body seemed to have eyes in the back of its head, and he simply shifted half a foot to the left at will.

"call out!"

The white shadow brushed past his clothes, so fast that its shape was almost invisible, leaving only a blur.

Missing its first strike, the white figure defied the laws of physics and twisted nimbly in mid-air, turning back once more.

Two rows of fine, sharp teeth were revealed in its open mouth. This time, its target was Lin Xuan's throat!

Its ferocity and speed make it impossible to defend against.

"That's interesting."

A playful smile appeared on Lin Xuan's lips.

Faced with this lightning-fast second attack, he finally reached out his hand.

His movements appeared slow, even leisurely, yet they possessed a certain indescribable rhythm.

Just as the white shadow was about to bite his neck, his right index and middle fingers, like two iron clamps, struck first and clamped down on the thing's neck with unparalleled precision.

In an instant, all the speed and ferocity came to an abrupt halt.

Lin Xuan held the small object in his hand up to his eyes and then he could see what it looked like.

This is a small mink that is completely white, without a single stray hair.

It is smaller than a regular mink, but its fur is as smooth as satin and shimmers with a lustrous sheen in the sunlight.

A pair of small, black bean-like eyes were now glaring fiercely at Lin Xuan, and a threatening "squeak" sound came from its throat.

Its four little paws were still futilely clawing and kicking. Even though it was restrained, its ferocity remained undiminished.

Looking at its appearance, Lin Xuan already had a guess in his mind.

"Lightning Finch?"

He muttered something to himself.

With such speed, such intelligence, and such a fierce nature, it's highly likely that this is Zhong Ling's treasure from the original story.

"Little thing, you've got quite a temper."

Lin Xuan smiled, looking at the lightning ferret struggling in his fingers, without getting angry.

He could sense that although the little guy was fierce, he was not without intelligence.

With a thought, a wisp of pure innate true energy silently flowed into the Lightning Sable's body through his fingers.

This true energy was not offensive, but it was extremely domineering, like a king surveying his territory, slowly making its way through the small meridians of the Lightning Sable.

The lightning ferret's body stiffened abruptly!

It felt a majestic and vast aura instantly fill its entire body.

The feeling was like a tiny ant suddenly placed under the breath of a dragon.

The meager power within it was utterly suppressed before this aura, unable to even muster a thought of resistance.

A shiver and discomfort, stemming from a life-or-death instinct, emanated from every corner of its body.

The lightning weasel stopped struggling, its entire body going limp. For the first time, a trace of pain and fear appeared in its once fierce little eyes.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan smiled with satisfaction and withdrew his true energy.

The unbearable aura receded like a tide, and the Lightning Sable immediately felt a sense of relief, catching its breath.

But it clearly did not give in.

Having just regained its freedom, the fear in its small, black, beady eyes was replaced by anger.

It glared at Lin Xuan again, letting out a low, threatening growl, as if gathering its strength for the next attack.

"Oh? Still not convinced?"

Lin Xuan found its appearance even more amusing.

Without saying much, he once again channeled a wisp of innate true energy, which, just as before, circled the creature's body again.

The familiar yet unpleasant feeling returned, and the Lightning Sable's body went limp once more. The ferocity in its eyes was replaced once more by pain and fear.

This cycle repeated three or four times.

Each time, the Lightning Sable tried to resist, but each time, it was tormented to the point of ecstasy by the aura that made it tremble from the depths of its soul.

Finally, after Lin Xuan withdrew his true energy for the fourth time, this fearless little guy completely wilted.

It no longer dared to bare its teeth at Lin Xuan; its small, dark eyes were filled with awe and submission.

It cautiously nuzzled Lin Xuan's fingers with its little head, making a few ingratiating "squeak" sounds in its throat.

It finally realized that the seemingly harmless man in front of it was someone it absolutely, absolutely could not afford to offend.

"That's more like it."

Lin Xuan released his fingers with satisfaction and held it in his palm.

The lightning ferret lay obediently in his palm, not daring to move. Its docile appearance was completely different from the fierce and menacing creature it had been just moments before.

Lin Xuan gently stroked its smooth fur with his fingers, pondering in his heart:

"This must be Zhong Ling's Lightning Weasel. I just don't know why it's not staying with Zhong Ling. Instead, it's wandering around in these mountains all by itself and biting anyone it sees."

He placed the lightning ferret on his shoulder, and the little guy obediently lay down.

It clung to his collar with its two front paws, revealing only its snow-white little head, curiously looking around.

The man and the sable continued their journey down the mountain in perfect harmony.

About an hour later.

On the mountainside where Lin Xuan and the Lightning Sable met, a water-green figure, like the most lively sprite in the forest, leaped nimbly over.

She was a girl who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Her appearance seemed to brighten and enliven the entire quiet mountain forest.

She had a round face with a small dimple at the corner of her mouth; her face was as rosy as the morning sun, and her skin as smooth as jade.

Her appearance was radiant and her smile was like a flower.

What is most striking about her are her eyes, which are large and round, like autumn water, with clear black and white pupils, like two black gems immersed in clear water, sparkling with innocent and carefree light.

Her skin was snow-white and rosy, which made her look even more beautiful and charming.

Her long eyelashes, like two small fans, fluttered with every blink, full of charm.

Beneath her delicate and pert nose was a cherry-red mouth, her breath as sweet as orchids.

At this moment, her little mouth was slightly pouting, revealing a touch of girlish innocence and anxiety.

She wore a light green short jacket, over which was a light yellow vest embroidered with a few small yellow flowers, and a brightly colored pleated skirt.

This outfit perfectly accentuated her youthful and lively spirit.

This girl was none other than Zhong Ling.

She looked around anxiously, pacing back and forth, her bright eyes filled with worry.

Her voice was both sweet and charming, with a soft tone.

"Where did the sable go...?"

She pouted and muttered to herself, her voice clear and melodious, yet tinged with a hint of grievance that threatened to bring her to tears.

"They were just here a moment ago, how could they disappear in the blink of an eye... Could they have run into some bad guy or wild beast..."

Unfortunately, her beloved "mink" was currently comfortably perched on the shoulder of a powerful figure it couldn't afford to offend, having completely forgotten about its little master.

Lin Xuan descended Wuliang Mountain and soon found a small town at the foot of the mountain.

The town is small, but it has everything you need.

The streets, paved with bluestone, are lined with shops, including teahouses, restaurants, pawnshops, and general stores.

The streets were bustling with people, brimming with the vitality of daily life.

With a majestic white ferret perched on his shoulder, Lin Xuan attracted curious glances from many passersby.

He didn't care at all and went straight to a clean-looking inn, asking for a superior room.

After spending a night in the cave and experiencing two minor incidents, I definitely needed to wash myself.

The waiter diligently brought hot water, and Lin Xuan comfortably washed up and changed into a clean, moon-white robe.

He appeared even more handsome and dashing, with an extraordinary air about him.

By the time everything was settled, night had fallen.

Lin Xuan closed the door, sat down at the table, and took out the two scrolls of silk that recorded unparalleled martial arts techniques from his bosom.

The first book he opened was the one containing the "Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique).

The silk scroll slowly unfurled under the lamplight, depicting the figures of naked women in various poses. Next to each picture were annotations of hexagrams from the Book of Changes, such as "Yi," "Jie," "Xu," and "Song."

This wondrous footwork was deduced by the founder of the Free and Unfettered School from the positions of the sixty-four hexagrams in the Book of Changes. Each step subtly conforms to the principles of the Book of Changes, making the movement graceful, agile, and unpredictable.

For ordinary martial artists, this footwork is extremely profound. Not only must they memorize the complex footwork positions, but they must also understand the principles of the I Ching contained within it.

It's difficult to get started.

However, this was not a difficult task for Lin Xuan.

The Nine Yin Manual he practiced was written based on the principles of Taoism, emphasizing "the way of Heaven is to reduce what is excessive and supplement what is insufficient."

The martial arts philosophy it contains is remarkably similar to that of the Xiaoyao School of Kung Fu.

It can be said that Lin Xuan's martial arts foundation has already reached an extremely high starting point.

He looked at the diagrams, his mind racing.