Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Duan Zhengchun's smile froze.

He had thought that Gan Baobao would be like Qin Hongmian, both loving and hating him, crying and making a fuss, and complaining about why he hadn't come looking for her for over ten years.

He had even prepared a whole host of words to apologize and coax her.

He never expected that what he would receive would be such a cold and complete rejection.

He quickly composed himself, put on an apologetic smile, and lowered his tone: "Baby, don't be angry, it's my fault, it's all my fault. You...you let me explain."

“I’ve been thinking of you for a long time, day and night, but… but these past years I’ve been so busy with worldly affairs that I haven’t had a moment to myself. A while ago I heard the news of Master Zhong’s unfortunate passing, and I was filled with worry, fearing you would be all alone and helpless. That’s why I overcame all obstacles to come and find you. Baby, I…”

His words were sincere and touching, enough to make any former lover change their mind.

However, Gan Baobao's expression did not improve; instead, it instantly became even more unpleasant.

"Duan Zhengchun!" she shouted sharply, her voice rising abruptly, and for the first time, anger flared in her eyes. "I told you not to call me that again!"

"We have long since severed all ties and have no connection whatsoever! If you dare to spout nonsense again, get out of Ten Thousand Calamities Valley right now!"

These words were spoken with absolute certainty, leaving no room for sentimentality.

After she finished yelling, she seemed to have used up all her strength, and her fierce aura instantly dissipated, replaced by a pitiful and aggrieved expression.

She turned her head quickly, looking at Lin Xuan, who had been sitting calmly in the main chair, sipping tea the whole time, with an almost pleading, boneless gaze.

That look seemed to be silently saying: Of course, you see, I really have nothing to do with him anymore. You're the only one in my heart. Please don't be angry with me.

Duan Zhengchun was already heartbroken by Gan Baobao's heartlessness, and when he followed her gaze, he was shocked as if struck by lightning.

On the main chair, a handsome young man was leisurely holding a teacup.

The man exuded a calm and composed demeanor, like a deep pool and a towering mountain. Even just sitting there quietly, he radiated a powerful aura that was impossible to ignore.

And Gan Baobao, at this moment, was looking at another man with such tender, pitiful eyes!

In an instant, Duan Zhengchun understood everything.

His heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe. A piercing sorrow and jealousy surged wildly into his heart.

“Baby…” His voice became hoarse and trembling, filled with unbelievable sorrow, “How… how could you become like this? Do you… do you remember? Remember back then, you said…”

He wanted to evoke fond memories of the past and use their old feelings to sway her.

However, before he could finish speaking, something unexpected happened!

With a soft "whoosh," a streak of black light shot out from the table in front of Lin Xuan, so fast that no one had time to react!

Duan Zhengchun felt a numbness in his knee, followed by a tremendous force.

With a "thud," he knelt heavily on the hard bluestone floor, making a dull thud.

A sharp pain shot through his knee, but what shocked him even more was his heart!

He looked at Lin Xuan in shock, only to see Lin Xuan slowly put down his teacup, his deep eyes calmly looking at him as if he had only done a trivial thing.

"Lord Duan," Lin Xuan's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable authority, "please remain silent. The past is past; why bring it up again?"

"If you continue to talk nonsense, don't blame me for being impolite."

Duan Zhengchun was completely stunned.

This young man's martial arts skills are so profound and terrifying!

He didn't even see how the other person made the move; he only saw him flick his finger.

A small wild fruit on the table could contain such domineering internal energy that it made him kneel on the ground without any power to resist with a single blow!

What an astonishing level of cultivation!

Duan Zhengchun quickly calculated in his mind that there was probably no one in the Dali royal family who could do this.

Perhaps there are a few eminent monks in Tianlong Temple who never show themselves to the public, and only they have such effortless and easy methods!

Just who is this young man?!

Duan Zhengchun was, after all, a prince who had weathered many storms, and his cunning and shrewdness were extraordinary.

After the initial shock, he immediately realized that the young man in front of him was someone he absolutely could not afford to offend.

What old feelings, what lovers—they all seem so laughable in the face of absolute power.

A true man is one who can bend and stretch.

He endured the excruciating pain in his knees and the humiliation in his heart, slowly stood up from the ground, straightened his somewhat disheveled robes, and his face was devoid of any of the previous sentimentality, replaced by a solemn and polite expression.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Xuan and asked in a deep voice, "Your martial arts are unparalleled, and I admire you immensely. May I ask your honorable name? So that I may know which master I have been defeated by today."

Lin Xuan uttered three words calmly: "Xiangyang, Lin Xuan".

These three words, though spoken lightly, struck Duan Zhengchun like a bolt from the blue!

Lin Xuan! Lin Xuan of Xiangyang!

How could he not know that name!

Women like Gan Baobao and Qin Hongmian, who have lived on the frontier for a long time and are detached from the affairs of the martial arts world, may be ignorant and uninformed, but he, as the Prince of Zhennan of Dali, has long had dealings with the martial arts world in the Central Plains and is well aware of the ever-changing situation in the martial arts world!

Outside Xiangyang City, he led a group of chivalrous heroes and defeated three thousand elite Mongol wolf cavalry in one night, earning him the title of "Martial Arts Legend"!

In the water towns of Jiangnan, the Beggars' Sect and the Red Flower Society joined forces to swiftly destroy the centuries-old Murong Clan of Gusu, exposing the conspiracy of the "Northern Murong" to restore their kingdom in public!

With a casual gesture, he defeated Zuo Lengchan, the most skilled martial artist among the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sect!

Duan Zhengchun never imagined that the young man who had taken away his beloved woman was actually this man.

The resentment and jealousy in his heart were completely overwhelmed by the immense shock and awe at this moment, and vanished without a trace.

Losing to him... is not unjust.

However, he still felt quite bitter inside.

Duan Zhengchun felt a mix of emotions, a bitter taste in his mouth, but he forced an even more respectful smile: "So it's Young Master Lin! I've long admired your name; it's legendary! My apologies for not recognizing you!"

"I, Duan, was blind to your greatness and offended you greatly. I hope Young Master Lin will forgive me!"

He bowed deeply, adopting an extremely humble posture.

Then, he tentatively asked, "May I ask what brings Young Master Lin to our remote Dali?"

"If there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know, and I will do my best to fulfill my duties as a host."

He had come to the complete realization that there was absolutely no possibility left between him and Gan Baobao.

The man before him was far superior to him in terms of martial arts skills, reputation, and demeanor.

Lin Xuan glanced at him and slowly said, "I came to Dali because I have something important to discuss. This matter is of great importance and relates to the safety of both Dali and the Song Dynasty."

"I need to meet the Emperor of Dali, and I would like to ask Prince Duan to introduce me to him."

Just as the two were talking, an astonishing scene unfolded.

Seeing that Lin Xuan and Duan Zhengchun had started discussing serious matters, Gan Baobao quietly walked up behind Lin Xuan.

She stood there quietly, her slender hands gently massaging Lin Xuan's shoulders with just the right amount of pressure.

Her movements were so earnest and focused, as if she were doing the most sacred thing in the world.

The coldness from before was gone from that pretty face; instead, it was filled with infatuated admiration and a gentle smile. Her eyes darted around, unwilling to leave Lin Xuan's profile for even a moment.

Sometimes she would massage his back, and sometimes she would bend down and personally feed Lin Xuan a peeled grape.

His expression was completely natural, as if he had done it hundreds or thousands of times before.

As Duan Zhengchun watched this scene, he felt as if his heart was being soaked in the bitterest Coptis chinensis water and then repeatedly burned on a raging fire.

The pain is unbearable!

That beautiful baby he had always dreamed of, yet could never have...

At this moment, she was like the most humble and submissive maid, willingly serving another man!

Her face showed no sign of reluctance or coercion, only overflowing happiness and contentment!

That kind of heartfelt, complete devotion and surrender was something Duan Zhengchun had never seen in her before!

This is worse than killing him!

However, the matter Lin Xuan spoke of was too important, concerning the safety of the nation, and he dared not be negligent in the slightest.

He could only forcefully suppress the overwhelming bitterness and pain in his heart, maintaining the composure befitting the Prince of Zhennan, and continue talking with Lin Xuan.

But his gaze always involuntarily drifted towards Gan Baobao.

Look how infatuated she is with Lin Xuan...

Every glance is a knife.

"...I understand what Young Master Lin means." After an unknown amount of time, Duan Zhengchun finally ended this incredibly agonizing conversation, feeling as if he were about to suffocate.

He forced himself to stand up and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Xuan: "Young Master Lin, rest assured, you are a hero of our time, and the matter you speak of is of great importance. When you arrive in Dali City, I, Duan, will personally introduce you to the Emperor!"

"Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness," Lin Xuan said calmly.

"I'm flattered, I'm flattered... I... I have other important matters to attend to, so... I'll take my leave now!"

After saying that, Duan Zhengchun turned around almost as if he were fleeing and quickly walked out of the hall.

He dared not linger for another second. He was afraid that if he looked at Gan Baobao's willingly serving Lin Xuan again, he would go crazy on the spot.

Chapter 169: I'm really angry right now.

Duan Zhengchun's hasty and dejected figure quickly disappeared.

Inside the lobby, the atmosphere instantly shifted from the previous cold confrontation to a viscous and ambiguous tranquility.

With a "plop," no sooner had Duan Zhengchun left than Gan Baobao's legs went weak, and she collapsed into Lin Xuan's arms.

Like a frightened kitten eager to curry favor with its owner, she buried her pretty face deep in Lin Xuan's broad chest.

His warm breath, seeping through his clothes, soothed his skin.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Lin Xuan's waist, her voice trembling with lingering fear as she pleaded, "Master... I... I've completely forgotten about him; you're the only one in my heart. Please... please don't be angry."

Her voice was so charming and alluring, with a hint of a sob in it, that it could melt your bones.

She tilted her head back, her large, watery eyes now filled with tears, the corners of her eyes reddening, making her look pitiful.

She carefully observed Lin Xuan's expression, afraid that he might be displeased because of the uninvited guest.

Lin Xuan looked down at the stunningly beautiful woman in his arms.

Although she was already a mother, her delicate and timid appearance at this moment did not diminish the innocence of a young girl, yet it also mixed with the unique charm of a mature woman.

Contradictory yet harmonious, it's incredibly alluring.

He reached out, but instead of comforting her, he gently grasped her full, firm breasts, which remained firm and full even through her purple dress.

Feeling the soft, warm touch, his fingers involuntarily rubbed it.

"Is that so?" Lin Xuan's lips curled into a playful smile. "But I'm still not very happy."

When he grasped her most sensitive spot, Gan Baobao trembled. A strange, tingling sensation quickly spread from her chest to her entire body, instantly bringing a captivating blush to her pretty face.

She felt the warmth and strength of his palm, and instead of resisting, she straightened her chest, as if to let him hold her more tightly and firmly.

Hearing that he was still "unhappy," Gan Baobao immediately became anxious, pouting her cherry-red lips with a wronged expression, and said coquettishly, "Then...then what do you want me to do...I've already chased him away..."

Her eyes were innocent and pitiful, like a pet that had done something wrong and was waiting helplessly for its owner's punishment.

Lin Xuan's smile deepened. He withdrew his hand and gently pressed down on her soft hair, forcing her head down without resistance.

His voice was deep and suggestive: "I'm...very angry right now."

In an instant, Gan Baobao understood everything.

Her body trembled again, but this time not from fright, but from a deep-seated excitement and submission.

On her pretty face, shyness and charm intertwined, and her eyes instantly became watery, as if they could drip water.

Her pretty face, following Lin Xuan's force, moved downwards and finally gently pressed against his firm lower abdomen.

Through his crotch, she could clearly feel the astonishing heat and terrifying shape of his enormous dragon.

She was already extremely familiar with this, and even extremely fascinated by it.

This is the front hall, the place for receiving guests. Although the servants dare not approach casually, it is not a secluded bedroom.

But so what?