Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

As long as she could please the man who had conquered her body and soul and appease him, she would be willing to do it, whether in the front hall or in broad daylight.

That tiny bit of shame was utterly insignificant compared to the pleasure and satisfaction it brought him.

Gan Baobao felt no more hesitation; instead, a unique thrill of acting boldly surged within her.

She slid off the chair, her long, shapely legs landing softly on the carpet in front of Lin Xuan.

The movement was so natural and docile, as if she was born to kneel before this man.

She raised her alluring eyes and gave Lin Xuan one last look, her gaze filled with the infatuation of being about to serve him.

Then, she lowered her head, stretched out her nimble hands, and skillfully untied Lin Xuan's belt.

As the restraints were released, the "dragon" that had been poised to pounce suddenly sprang out, its astonishing heat and size almost touching her delicate chin.

A hint of amazement and intoxication flashed in Gan Baobao's beautiful eyes. She showed no fear, but instead stuck out her pink tongue and gently licked her dry cherry lips, as if she was about to taste the most exquisite delicacy in the world.

She held the scalding hot dragon body gently, as if it were a priceless treasure.

Then, she opened her cherry-like mouth and slowly took the enormous dragon head into her warm, moist oral cavity...

Meanwhile, on the flower path in the backyard, far from the front hall.

Zhong Ling was holding Mu Wanqing's hand, her face full of curiosity and confusion.

"Sister Mu, isn't it strange?" the girl chattered, her voice as clear as a nightingale's. "That guest, the servants said, was looking for Mother. But why did Brother Lin Xuan accompany Mother to see him? And... and the way Mother looked at Brother Lin Xuan just now, it was so strange..."

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing's cool gaze flickered slightly.

She was certainly aware of that unusual intimacy.

It was not simply gratitude or trust, but a woman's complete dependence on and sense of belonging to a man.

"That's a matter for our elders, we shouldn't ask too much," Mu Wanqing said calmly.

She instinctively felt that the relationship was not something an innocent girl like Zhong Ling should explore.

"But I'm curious!" Zhong Ling shook her arm and said coquettishly, "Who exactly is that guest? Is he a bad guy who bullied Mother? Is Brother Lin Xuan standing up for Mother? Oh, I really want to know!"

Her eyes lit up, and an idea came to her: "Sister Mu, your martial arts are so good, and your steps are so light."

"Would you come with me to take a look? Just one glance, then we'll leave!"

"If I go alone and Mom finds out, she'll definitely scold me. Please come with me, okay..."

The girl tugged at her sleeve and shook it incessantly, her large, almond-shaped eyes filled with pleading, making it impossible for anyone to refuse.

Mu Wanqing sighed helplessly. She didn't want to go, but she couldn't resist the little sprite's persistent pleading. She was also worried that if the little sprite really went to peek by herself and made some noise, it wouldn't be as pleasant.

"...Just one look." In the end, she gave in.

"Yay! Sister Mu, you're the best!" Zhong Ling was so happy she almost jumped up.

The two used their lightness skills, their figures as light as two butterflies, and silently circled around to the side and rear of the front hall.

There is a row of carved wooden windows here, and one of them is slightly ajar for ventilation, leaving a gap about the width of a finger.

Zhong Ling rubbed her little hands excitedly, like a child about to steal candy. She asked Mu Wanqing to look first, but Mu Wanqing shook her head, indicating that she should look for herself.

Zhong Ling stuck out her tongue, carefully approached the window, and pressed one eye against the crack.

The next second, all the expressions on her face froze.

Seeing that she hadn't moved for a while and looked strange, Mu Wanqing felt a surge of curiosity. She stepped forward and peered into the crack from above Zhong Ling's head...

With just one glance, the two women were struck dumb, instantly petrified!

They witnessed an unforgettable scene.

Inside the bright and clean front hall, Lin Xuan, who was usually carefree and unrestrained, was lazily leaning back in a grand chair with his legs slightly apart and a satisfied expression on his face.

And in front of him, on the ground... knelt a person.

Someone they knew all too well.

Gan Baobao, the mistress of Wanjie Valley, Zhong Ling's biological mother, and Mu Wanqing's martial aunt!

She was dressed in a noble and elegant purple silk dress, but at this moment she was kneeling on the ground as humbly as a maid.

That once dignified and beautiful face was now buried between Lin Xuan's legs.

Her beautiful hair cascaded down like a waterfall, obscuring most of her profile, leaving only her fair, jade-like neck and slightly trembling shoulders visible.

She...she has something in her mouth!

It was a huge, ferocious thing, radiating vibrant life!

Gan Baobao's cheeks twitched slightly, and her head bobbed up and down rhythmically, her movements very serious, as if she were handling some rare treasure.

Those slender, jade-like hands were now carefully supporting the base of that enormous thing, moving in and out in sync with the movements of her mouth...

Two streams of scalding blood suddenly surged from the depths of their hearts to the faces of the two girls.

"The two beautiful faces instantly turned as red as a burning sunset."

Mu Wanqing felt her mind go blank, as if it had gone completely blank.

Her bright, star-like eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief, shock, and boundless shame and indignation.

How could... how could I have seen it again!

Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, and the thin black veil could not conceal her current predicament.

Beneath the veil, her jade-like face was already burning with embarrassment, and even her snow-white, slender neck and collarbone, usually hidden under her black clothes, were flushed with a captivating pink.

She felt as if she had returned to the bamboo hut that day, and saw her master, Qin Hongmian, kneeling before Lin Xuan in the same way... using her mouth...

My master is like this... and my uncle is like this too... why?

Why do these normally proud and beautiful women become so... so humble and so submissive in front of this man?

She felt a mix of shame and indignation, along with a strange bitterness and jealousy that made her almost lose her balance.

Zhong Ling, on the other hand, presented a completely different picture. This innocent and naive mountain spirit was utterly stunned.

Her large, almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and her long eyelashes trembled incessantly.

Her small mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to exclaim, but no sound came out.

On her delicate face, the blush was hotter than ever before, like a ripe red apple, making one want to take a big bite.

She doesn't understand! She doesn't understand at all!

What is going on? Why is Mother kneeling on the ground? What... what is that big, scary thing she has in her mouth?

Why does Lin Xuan look so... so happy?

And Mother, why did you use your mouth...?

Countless confusing question marks, like a tangled mess, instantly filled her little head. This scene had a devastating impact on her pure, blank worldview.

She felt her heart pounding so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, and all the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks, making her dizzy.

Just as Zhong Ling was still staring intently at the scene that had overturned her understanding, trying to figure out what was going on, a soft "smack" sounded, and someone gently tapped her forehead.

It's Mu Wanqing!

Seeing that Zhong Ling was still staring blankly at the window, Mu Wanqing felt both embarrassed and anxious. She quickly interrupted her and slammed the window shut behind her.

"Still looking!" Mu Wanqing's voice was low and urgent, tinged with suppressed shame and anger, and trembling. "Get out of here!"

After saying that, she didn't care about anything else and grabbed Zhong Ling's wrist, who was still in a daze.

He practically dragged her along, using his light-footed skills to flee this place of humiliation and indignation that made her want to die.

Sitting on a chair in the front hall, Lin Xuan seemed to notice the commotion outside the window, and his smile deepened.

He didn't look up or say anything, but slowly closed his eyes, reached out, and gently stroked the head beneath him that was still diligently serving him.

Then, he continued to immerse himself in the tender and devoted service from Gan Baobao...

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Chapter 170: Duan Yanqing

Spring is in full bloom in the front hall.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xuan let out a satisfied groan and gently patted the head that was still diligently working on the ground beneath him.

Gan Baobao trembled, as if granted a pardon, and slowly released her cherry lips.

She did not get up immediately, but remained kneeling, raising her pretty face, which was flushed with emotion and had glistening water droplets on the corners of her mouth. She gazed at Lin Xuan with a look of both attachment and adoration, as if admiring her most perfect masterpiece.

A strand of silver hair dangled from the corner of her lips, appearing particularly enchanting in the dim light.

She extended her delicate tongue, savoring the taste as she rolled it into her mouth, her alluring demeanor enough to drive any man mad.

Looking at her like this, Lin Xuan felt even more satisfied.

He reached out and pulled her up from the ground, then embraced her.

"Okay, don't be angry anymore," he said with a smile.

"Ah."

Gan Baobao nestled obediently in his arms, radiating a languid charm reminiscent of the languid feeling after a rain shower. She straightened her slightly disheveled skirt and hair.

Her bold and passionate service just now left her feeling weak all over, unable to muster any strength.

After a moment of tenderness, Gan Baobao remembered the important matter. She sat up straight from Lin Xuan's embrace and said softly:

"Xuanlang, there are still many matters in the valley that need my attention. I'll go and take care of them now."

Now, she is the sole master of Wanjie Valley. She must keep the valley in perfect order.

"Go ahead," Lin Xuan nodded.

Gan Baobao then reluctantly stood up.

As she reached the door, she couldn't help but turn back. Her watery eyes lingered on Lin Xuan's face for a long time, conveying a thousand unspoken words of tender affection.

Only after Lin Xuan smiled and nodded at her did she finally turn and leave, filled with sweetness.

After Gan Baobao left, Lin Xuan sat quietly in the front hall for a moment, then got up and strolled towards the back garden.

The scenery in the valley is quite remarkable, with exotic flowers and rare herbs everywhere, and a clear stream flowing through the garden, making a tinkling sound. The environment is quiet and elegant.

After passing through a bamboo grove, the view suddenly opened up, and there, under the pavilion in the garden, two beautiful figures were sitting quietly.

It was Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling.

Lin Xuan smiled and walked over slowly.

As he got closer, he noticed the strange atmosphere.

Mu Wanqing sat upright on the stone bench, her posture still as straight as a pine tree. Her black dress made her skin look even whiter than snow.

She wore her signature black veil, revealing only a pair of clear, star-like eyes.

At this moment, those eyes were looking straight ahead, as if admiring the scenery in the distance, their expression calm and undisturbed, seemingly unaware of Lin Xuan's arrival.

But Lin Xuan had such keen eyesight that he could clearly see that beneath the thin veil, her tightly pursed lips betrayed her inner turmoil.

Her mental fortitude is indeed exceptional, especially after the shock of the bamboo house incident; her resilience has evolved.

She was trying her best to act as if nothing had happened, using her usual aloofness to mask the turmoil in her heart.

But Zhong Ling, who was standing next to her, was in a much worse situation.

The girl was like a frightened little rabbit; she froze the moment Lin Xuan appeared.

She lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, her pretty face flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

That blush spread from her smooth forehead all the way to her delicate earlobes, making her look as if she had been steamed in a steamer.

She dared not look up, or even breathe.

The scene I had just glimpsed through the window of the front hall was playing in my mind like a brand, replaying itself over and over again.

The image of Mother kneeling docilely on the ground, Brother Xuan's...that huge and ferocious thing, and Mother...Mother using her mouth...

God!

Zhong Ling felt like her head was about to explode!

She did something wrong! She peeked at something she shouldn't have!