Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"Slurp... slurp..."

The tablecloth provided excellent coverage, but it couldn't completely mask the subtle sound of water.

Lin Xuan could clearly feel how warm and tight Dao Baifeng's mouth was.

Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps out of shame, she seemed to be putting in extra effort.

On the table, Lin Xuan appeared completely calm and composed, even managing to chat and laugh with Duan Zhengchun.

"Your Highness is so considerate and attentive to your wife; what a loving couple!" Lin Xuan raised his glass in acknowledgment.

Duan Zhengchun was in high spirits after drinking, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

He looked at the wine in his glass, his eyes softening: "Young Master Lin, you may not know this. In my life, although I have some reputation for being a womanizer in the martial arts world, it was mostly just playing along or things I couldn't help myself to."

Only towards Feng'er do I feel both respect and love. She is a noblewoman of the Baiyi tribe, and she suffered a lot of injustice when she married me. She is strong-willed and proud, and cannot tolerate any dissent. Therefore, although I have been foolish over the years, in my heart, the position of Princess Zhennan will always belong to only her.

Duan Zhengchun's words were sincere and heartfelt, displaying the upright and honest character of a gentleman.

He genuinely felt indebted to Dao Baifeng and truly respected his first wife.

However, listening to her husband so passionately confessing his feelings and praising her while she was doing such shameless and despicable things down below, Dao Baifeng felt that the moral dam in her heart had completely collapsed.

This stark contrast made her so ashamed she wanted to die immediately, while simultaneously arousing her body to the extreme.

Her throat contracted violently, and the force of her sucking instantly doubled.

"Um……"

Lin Xuan couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What's wrong, Young Master Lin?" Duan Zhengchun asked with concern. "Is the wine not to your liking?"

"Not so." Lin Xuan took a deep breath to calm his turbulent blood and a strange smile appeared on his face. "This wine is very strong and has a long aftertaste, just like the prince's deep affection for the princess, which is very touching. It's just that I'm a little overwhelmed by the wine and hiccuped. I hope the prince will forgive me."

"Hahaha! Young Master Lin is truly witty." Duan Zhengchun didn't suspect anything; on the contrary, he thought Lin Xuan was genuine and unpretentious. "Come on, since you think this wine is good, let's have another drink!"

As Dao Baifeng's movements quickened, Lin Xuan felt that the urge to explode could no longer be suppressed.

He suddenly tightened his grip on Dao Baifeng's head, pressing down on the back of her head so that she had no chance to back down.

His lower body thrust rapidly dozens of times like a pile driver, each time striking deep into the depths of her throat.

"Waaaaah! Waaaah!"

Dao Baifeng let out a muffled sob.

Finally, amidst a violent spasm, Lin Xuan roared, and his intense essence, as fiery as thunder and lightning, sprayed deep into Dao Baifeng's mouth.

It was packed full, with not a single grain of rice wasted.

Dao Baifeng choked so badly her eyes rolled back, but the large hand was unable to move, so she could only accept it all and obediently swallow it down.

After Lin Xuan finished relieving himself, he let out a long breath and slumped back in his chair, his face showing the languidness and satisfaction that comes with the act.

"Phew, what a pleasant day!"

He sighed meaningfully.

Duan Zhengchun, oblivious to this, assumed he was referring to the contents of his cup and raised his own, laughing, "Since you're enjoying yourself, let's have another! Tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk!"

Under the table, Dao Baifeng's head was finally released.

She lay limply on Lin Xuan's lap, a trace of white on the corner of her mouth, her beautiful face filled with confusion, shame, and a strange sense of satisfaction.

Chapter 209: Farewell to Yideng

The sun was high in the sky at the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion.

Duan Zhengchun got out of bed, feeling a splitting headache, as if a group of little people were banging drums and gongs in his head.

He groaned, struggled to open his eyes, and groggily sat up.

The hangover was surprisingly strong, leaving him feeling parched and his stomach churning with discomfort.

"Your Highness, you're awake?" Upon seeing this, the old servant who had been keeping watch by the bedside quickly brought over a bowl of hangover soup that had been prepared beforehand, and respectfully handed it to him. "This hangover soup was just brewed in the kitchen. They say it has a lot of medicinal herbs added, and it's the best for relieving hangovers."

Duan Zhengchun took the soup bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The warm soup finally relieved the burning sensation considerably.

He rubbed his temples, trying hard to recall what happened last night, but his memory was like a fragmented painting, with only a few scattered pieces remaining.

"Last night... how did I get back?" Duan Zhengchun shook his heavy head and asked, "Where is Young Master Lin? In the end, who won when we drank together?"

The old servant took the empty bowl and replied with a smile, "Your Highness, you and Young Master Lin drank until late last night. In the end, you couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed on the table. Although Young Master Lin also drank quite a bit, he seemed to be walking quite steadily. He instructed us to help you back to your room to rest. Afterwards, Young Master Lin said it was too late to disturb you and left on his own."

"I lost?" Duan Zhengchun slapped his thigh in frustration.

"Sigh, after all these years of dominating the drinking scene, known as someone who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, I've actually lost to a junior! No way, I'll definitely get my revenge next time!"

Although he said he was not willing to admit defeat, he admired Lin Xuan even more in his heart.

That young man is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also has an unfathomable capacity for alcohol. He is truly a young hero.

only……

Duan Zhengchun frowned, carefully recalling the details of the drinking contest last night, and felt that something was not quite right.

In my memory, Lin Xuan's behavior last night seemed a bit...strange?

He remembered that when the two of them finished drinking, Lin Xuan's face was flushed, but it wasn't the flush of being drunk; rather, it was a rosy glow like that of someone who had been extremely excited.

Moreover, when Lin Xuan drinks, his body always sways a few times from time to time, with a very strange rhythm. It doesn't seem like he can't sit still, but rather like he's... moving in rhythm with something.

What puzzled Duan Zhengchun the most was Lin Xuan's expression.

With each sip of wine, Lin Xuan would let out a sigh of utter satisfaction, a deep and melodious sound, even mixed with a few suppressed groans.

That expression, with eyes slightly narrowed and lips upturned, seemed to be both in pain and ecstasy, even more intoxicating than lying in a gentle embrace right now.

"Could it be that the jar of fine wine I have treasured in my manor has such miraculous effects?" Duan Zhengchun stroked his chin, completely puzzled. "When I drink it, I only find it mellow and lingering, but when Young Master Lin drinks it, it's as if... as if he has taken some kind of powerful elixir, and the pleasure goes straight to his bones?"

He shook his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "I must be drunk and confused, thinking nonsense. Young people are full of vigor, so it's natural to have a stronger reaction after drinking strong liquor."

Little did he know that Lin Xuan's "enjoyed" expression and those seductive "ohs" last night were not because of the alcohol at all.

It was clearly because of Dao Baifeng, who was vigorously swallowing and spitting under the table! Lin Xuan's swaying was not due to drunkenness, but because he was pressing his wife's head down, enjoying the ultimate pleasure of that immoral act.

If Duan Zhengchun knew the truth, he probably wouldn't just have a headache right now, but would be so angry that he would vomit blood and directly draw his sword to kill Lin Xuan's villa.

Meanwhile, inside a house in Dali City.

Lin Xuan was sitting at the stone table, leisurely sipping tea, but his gaze was fixed on the girl in front of him with great interest.

Zhong Ling was standing in the courtyard, stretching her muscles. After these few days of Lin Xuan's so-called "special treatment," not only were all the toxins accumulated in her body cleared out, but her whole person had also undergone a significant change.

The once somewhat naive young girl now had fair and rosy skin, so translucent it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it, clearly having been nourished to the extreme by Lin Xuan's essence.

Her large eyes were now sparkling and watery, revealing a hint of alluring charm while retaining the innocence and naivety unique to young girls.

"Brother Xuan!"

After Zhong Ling finished practicing a set of palm techniques, she felt her internal energy flowing smoothly, and her internal strength had improved by more than one level compared to before she was poisoned! She cheered excitedly and rushed into Lin Xuan's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

"Brother Xuan, your method really works! Not only am I no longer uncomfortable, but I also feel full of energy!" Zhong Ling hugged Lin Xuan's arm, rubbing her little head against his chest, her voice sweet and cloying.

Lin Xuan smiled and gently pinched her nose, doting on her.

Mu Wanqing stood under the corridor, holding her sword. Her black clothes accentuated her slender yet slightly cold and hard figure.

Looking at Zhong Ling's shameless clinging to Lin Xuan, she felt a pang of jealousy inexplicably rise in her heart.

Deep within those beautiful eyes, however, a hint of loneliness and envy could not be concealed.

Seeing the two of them so intimately close, she felt like a forgotten outsider, her heart empty.

Lin Xuan gently patted Zhong Ling's hand, signaling her to go play by herself first, then stood up and slowly walked to Mu Wanqing.

As he approached, a strong masculine aura wafted over her. Mu Wanqing instinctively wanted to back away, but she stubbornly stood still, tilting her head back and meeting his gaze with unwavering eyes.

"What...what are you doing here?" Mu Wanqing asked, her voice trembling with panic.

Lin Xuan looked at her face, which was cold as ice yet still beautiful and charming, and suddenly reached out and quickly pinched her cheek lightly.

"Wanqing, why do you look so pale? Have you been too irritable lately? Do you need me to help you regulate your body?"

Lin Xuan's voice carried a teasing tone that made people blush and their hearts race.

"You don't touch me!"

Mu Wanqing blushed instantly and jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Haha, just kidding." Lin Xuan knew when to stop, and laughed as he turned and walked out of the courtyard. "Stay put, I have to go to Tianlong Temple for a while, I'll come back to keep you company later."

Watching Lin Xuan's dashing departure, Mu Wanqing stomped her foot in anger, biting her lip, but a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

After leaving the villa, Lin Xuan headed straight for Tianlong Temple.

Tianlong Temple was the royal temple of the Dali Kingdom. It is magnificent and backed by Cangshan Mountain, facing Erhai Lake. The three pagodas soar into the clouds, solemn and majestic.

When Lin Xuan arrived at the mountain gate, the guest monk, who had already been instructed, immediately bowed respectfully upon seeing Lin Xuan: "Layman Lin, Grandmaster Ku Rong has been waiting for you in the Muni Hall for quite some time."

Lin Xuan nodded slightly and followed the monk who was in charge of the guest room inside.

After passing through several courtyards and winding through several corridors, we arrived at a quiet Zen temple.

Here, pine and cypress trees stand tall, and the air is filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the room was dimly lit.

In the very center, Master Kurong sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, his face serene.

Beside Master Kurong sat an old monk with white eyebrows and a long beard, wearing a kasaya.

The old monk had a kind face, his eyes were lowered, and he exuded a peaceful aura of compassion for humanity.

Chapter 210: Take a look at the Six Meridian Divine Sword

Lin Xuan stepped inside, his gaze immediately falling on Master Yideng.

Although his complexion had regained its rosy hue and he had a kind and gentle face, there was still a trace of weariness and gloom in the depths of his eyes, as if he had just experienced a catastrophe that touched his soul.

"Mr. Lin, how have you been?"

Upon seeing Lin Xuan enter, Master Kurong and Master Yideng simultaneously rose and clasped their hands in a gesture of respect.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, showing little restraint, and casually returned the greeting. His gaze swept over Yi Deng, and he said with a smile, "Judging from your complexion, Master, you seem to be much better than when we last met? It seems that the so-called inner demon has been suppressed?"

Upon hearing the words "inner demons," Master Yideng's long white eyebrows twitched slightly, and a deep sense of guilt and pain appeared on his face. He sighed deeply, his voice heavy with sorrow:

“Amitabha, I have sinned, I have sinned. A few days ago, my inner demons struck again, and I lost my mind. I went mad in this temple and injured many of my fellow monks who were protecting the Dharma. If it weren’t for my senior brother Kurong’s desperate intervention that day, and the help of Layman Lin’s divine power, which trapped me, I would probably have already committed an irreparable mistake.”

Master Kurong, standing to the side, also looked sorrowful, his face revealing a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing sorrow, regret, and reflection).

“Junior brother, there’s no need to blame yourself too much. That calamity was also destined. It was thanks to Layman Lin’s decisive action that he was able to suppress that evil energy with his supreme internal strength. Everyone in Tianlong Temple is grateful for Layman Lin’s kindness.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Master Kurong invited Lin Xuan to sit down, then changed the subject, his expression becoming serious:

"Master Lin, to be honest, I have taken the liberty of inviting you to my residence today. Firstly, to express my gratitude, and secondly... because my fellow disciple Yideng has a matter of life and death that I would like to ask for your help."

Lin Xuan gently stroked the rim of the teacup with his fingers, then looked at Yi Deng:

"Oh? Master Yideng's Buddhist teachings are profound, and his martial arts are unparalleled. Is there anything else that I, a junior, can help you with?"

Master Yideng took a deep breath, his expression becoming extremely solemn, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible fear. He lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing something within his body:

"Master Lin, you may not know this. Although I was able to suppress my inner demons temporarily thanks to your help last time, I have discovered during my seclusion these past few days that the inner demons have not only not dissipated, but have instead undergone an even more terrifying transformation due to their suppression."

At this point, Itto's fingers trembled slightly as he gripped his robe tightly.

"It... has materialized. It's no longer just a thought, but is trying to coalesce into an independent personality. It not only constantly influences my thoughts, but even in the dead of night, it can forcibly seize control of my body. I can feel it growing stronger every day, slowly eroding my very being. If this continues, within half a month, my mind will be completely erased, and this body will become nothing more than a puppet of that demon!"

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly as he listened to these words, seemingly lost in thought.

The manifestation of inner demons? Possession?

While this sounds fantastical in the world of martial arts, it's not entirely impossible. However, the old monk's serious assessment makes it rather troublesome.

"Since it's so dangerous, what does Master Yideng want me to do?" Lin Xuan asked calmly.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Master Yideng's eyes, and he said urgently:

"This inner demon is born from obsession and resentment, and it is most afraid of the purest and most righteous internal energy. Every time I circulate the innate skill in my body, the inner demon is intimidated. Layman Lin also possesses the innate skill. I would like to ask Layman Lin to help me once."

How can we help?

"Later, I will voluntarily lower my mental defenses to lure out that inner demon. At that time, I request that Layman Lin use his innate internal energy to infuse my body with the true qi of his innate skill, directing it to my spiritual platform, so that I can shatter that evil obstacle completely and eliminate any future troubles!"

Master Yideng spoke earnestly, even with a touch of tragic grandeur.