Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"To be honest, Brother Lin, although you rescued me that day, these past few days, every time the night is quiet, my chest aches faintly, and my mind is foggy. It's really unbearable."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's expression hardened slightly. He stepped forward, placed two fingers on Duan Yu's pulse, and examined him.

After a moment, he frowned and said, "Brother Duan, your mind is damaged. You were too frightened that day and your vital energy was depleted. If you don't take care of yourself in time, you may develop a chronic illness that will be difficult to cure in the future."

"Oh? It's that serious?"

Duan Yu was startled and quickly asked, "Then... what should we do? Brother Lin, since you know medicine, you must have a way to save me!"

Hearing this, Dao Baifeng's palms were covered in cold sweat.

She knew that Lin Xuan's act had begun.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, patted Duan Yu's shoulder, and comforted him, "Brother Duan, don't panic. Since I've come, I've naturally come prepared. I have a family-inherited internal energy cultivation method here called the Heart-Clearing Mantra, which is best at calming the mind and repairing damaged heart meridians. I only need to send you my true energy to help you circulate the energy once, and not only will the pain disappear, but you will also feel refreshed and greatly benefited."

"Really? That's wonderful!" Duan Yu was overjoyed. "Thank you so much, Brother Lin!"

"Without further ado, Brother Duan, please lie flat on the soft couch, relax your mind, and look into my eyes."

Lin Xuan's voice became deep and magnetic, each word seemingly carrying a strange rhythm.

Duan Yu lay down as instructed, adjusted to a comfortable position, and then raised his head, his gaze meeting Lin Xuan's unfathomable eyes.

In that instant, Duan Yu felt as if there were two black vortexes slowly rotating in Lin Xuan's eyes.

The vortex grew larger and deeper, as if it were trying to suck his soul in.

The surrounding sounds seemed to fade away, and the light became blurry.

"Brother Duan... looking at this... will make you feel very tired... very sleepy..."

Lin Xuan's voice resounded directly in the depths of his mind, carrying an irresistible majesty.

"Your body feels so light... like you're floating on a cloud... all the pain is leaving you... sleep... sleep..."

Nine Yin Manual - Soul Transfer Technique!

With Lin Xuan's unfathomable internal strength, dealing with Duan Yu, who had no internal strength and was mentally unstable, was simply a matter of subverting the level of power.

In just a few breaths, Duan Yu's once bright eyes completely lost their sparkle, his eyelids became incredibly heavy, and finally, they slowly closed.

His breathing became long and even, and he completely relaxed, falling into a deep hypnotic state of suspended animation.

In this state, although he lost his ability to perceive and act on the outside world, he still retained a trace of his surroundings in his subconscious. This is the wonder and terror of the Soul Transfer Technique.

"All right."

Lin Xuan withdrew his hand and straightened up.

As soon as that sound fell, the warm and harmonious atmosphere inside the room vanished instantly.

Although Lin Xuan's concerned and gentle expression remained on his face, a meaningful and sinister look emerged deep in his eyes.

He turned around and looked at Dao Baifeng, who had been standing to the side with a slightly tense posture.

"Your Highness, Brother Duan is now completely asleep. He can sleep soundly for three hours straight, without waking up."

Upon hearing the words "unwavering," Dao Baifeng breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling half of her anxiety lifted.

But then, the other half of her heart began to pound even harder.

Yu'er has fallen asleep, which means... her "ritual" is about to begin.

She glanced at her son, who lay motionless on the soft couch with a peaceful expression, and then at Lin Xuan, who was approaching her step by step. The blush on her cheeks quickly spread to her ears.

"Then... let's... begin."

Although her voice was soft, it didn't show much resistance; it even carried a hint of barely perceptible anticipation.

She knew what was going to happen next, and she knew how absurd it was, but this feeling of immorality, like having an affair with her son, made her body inexplicably hot.

Lin Xuan walked up to her, but instead of making a move, he looked her up and down with the eyes of someone appreciating a work of art.

"Is the Princess dressed like this today for me?" Lin Xuan's voice was still gentle, but with a hint of flirtation.

Dao Baifeng bit her lower lip, her eyes darting away: "It's for... a ceremony."

"Oh? Is that so?" Lin Xuan chuckled, reaching out his hand and gently tracing her delicate collarbone with his fingertips, causing her to shudder. "Since it's for the ceremony, let's begin with the first step—to be completely honest with each other."

"Right here?" Dao Baifeng glanced at the soft couch just a few steps away, her voice softening. "Isn't it too close to Yu'er?"

"How can we not get close?" Lin Xuan said with a straight face, spouting nonsense.

"The method of accumulating spiritual energy emphasizes the connection between mother and child, and the mutual resonance of their auras. Only when you are by your son's side can the spiritual energy within you be transferred to him most quickly. Your Highness, you don't want all your efforts to be in vain, do you?"

Although the reason was far-fetched, it gave Dao Baifeng a perfect way out.

"Okay... I'll listen to you."

She took a deep breath and reached with trembling hands for the dark purple ribbon around her waist.

Lin Xuan stood in front of her, hands behind his back, watching quietly.

As the ribbon slipped down, the mauve palace dress slowly loosened.

The rustling sound of clothes rubbing together was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Each sound seemed to pluck at the heartstrings of the two.

Dao Baifeng's movements were not fast, and even carried a hint of deliberate display.

She reluctantly took off her outer garment, revealing her snow-white inner garment, followed by her close-fitting undergarment.

When the last fig leaf fell to the ground, her mature body was displayed before Lin Xuan without reservation.

Even though he had seen it many times, Lin Xuan couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of the Creator every time he saw it.

Her jade-like skin radiated a warm glow in the sunlight, her full and proud breasts trembled slightly, and the red plum blossoms at their tips were delicate and tempting.

Below her slender, firm waist are wide, full hips and long, shapely legs.

Although Dao Baifeng was shy at this moment, she did not try to hide it like she did the first time.

Her hands hung limply at her sides, her eyes gazing at Lin Xuan with a dreamy look. Her face was as red as a ripe apple, and her look of being at his mercy was the ultimate temptation.

"gorgeous."

Lin Xuan exclaimed in admiration, then stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.

His palm pressed against her smooth, delicate back, feeling the slight trembling and burning heat beneath her skin.

"The princess's body seems even more passionate than I imagined."

Lin Xuan lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "You just took off your clothes, and your body is already so hot? Have you been looking forward to this moment?"

"Where...where is it..."

Dao Baifeng retorted coquettishly, but her voice was soft and unconvincing. Her hands unconsciously rested on Lin Xuan's shoulders, and her body obediently nestled in his arms.

Lin Xuan chuckled, one hand around her waist, the other hand covering her large, soft breasts without any hesitation.

"Well……"

As his palm rubbed against her delicate skin, Dao Baifeng's body went limp, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

Lin Xuan's fingers skillfully kneaded that soft flesh, sometimes stroking it lightly, sometimes pressing it hard, and his fingertips even maliciously drew circles on that already erect cherry.

"Look how hard it is here."

Lin Xuan teased, pulling her a few steps toward the soft couch until the two of them were almost standing next to Duan Yu's head.

“Your Highness, look, your son is sleeping right here.”

Lin Xuan pointed to the sleeping Duan Yu, his tone gentle yet slightly seductive.

"And you, standing naked next to him, having your breasts fondled by another man. Doesn't that feel... unique?"

Dao Baifeng lowered her head and looked at her son, who was standing close to her.

Yu'er slept so peacefully, his breathing steady, completely unaware that his mother was standing naked beside his pillow, receiving the caresses of another man.

A strong sense of shame rushed to her head, but instead of making her back down, it acted like a powerful drug, instantly igniting a fire in her lower abdomen.

"No...don't say anymore..." She bit her lip, her eyes growing increasingly hazy, but her body instinctively snuggled closer to Lin Xuan's chest, as if seeking more comfort. "Young Master Lin...hurry...start the ceremony..."

Seeing her impatient yet extremely ashamed appearance, the gentleness in Lin Xuan's eyes gradually faded, replaced by the domineering and rudeness of a controller.

What's the rush?

Lin Xuan suddenly released his grip and slowly pulled a thin, black leather whip from his sleeve.

That was the "magical artifact" that had brought Dao Baifeng to the brink of ecstasy a few days ago.

Upon seeing the whip, Dao Baifeng's pupils contracted slightly, and her body trembled instinctively. However, the trembling was not out of fear, but rather a kind of conditioned reflex-like excitement.

"The princess's body is filled with too much yin energy. She must be whipped severely with this whip to fully unleash the stagnant spiritual energy."

Lin Xuan's voice turned colder and harder, "Turn around, hold onto the edge of the soft couch, stick your butt out. Face your son."

"To...to Yu'er?" Dao Baifeng was shocked; this posture was too shameful.

"What? You don't want to save your son anymore?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "This is a critical moment."

Dao Baifeng gritted her teeth, driven by the submissive instincts she had developed over the past few days, and slowly turned around.

She held onto the edge of the soft couch with both hands, less than a foot away from Duan Yu.

Then, she took a deep breath, slowly lowered her waist, and raised her full, round, and dazzlingly white buttocks high.

This position exposed her private parts to Lin Xuan without reservation, and her face was facing her sleeping son.

"What a healthy body."

Lin Xuan commented mercilessly, "Is the princess begging a man to fuck her with her butt sticking out so high?"

"No...no...it's...it's for the ceremony..." Dao Baifeng blushed deeply, but her voice became hoarse with excitement.

"Snapped!"

Without any warning, Lin Xuan flicked his wrist, and the whip lashed out with a whooshing sound, striking her plump left buttock hard.

"what!"

A delicate cry of pain escaped Dao Baifeng's lips.

A bright red welt instantly appeared on her fair skin, and her buttocks trembled violently, rippling with alluring waves of flesh.

That familiar, burning pain instantly spread throughout his body. Immediately afterwards, the true energy that Lin Xuan had attached to the whip entered his body, turning into an indescribable tingling heat that rushed straight to his lower abdomen.

"Ugh...it hurts...ah..."

Dao Baifeng's body suddenly went limp, almost kneeling on the ground, but she managed to maintain her posture.

Lin Xuan did not stop; instead, he increased the frequency.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The crisp sound of whipping echoed in the room, each lash landing precisely on her two snowy buttocks and the base of her fair thighs.

"Say it out! Don't hold it in!"

As Lin Xuan whipped her, he verbally provoked her, "Anyway, your son is a heavy sleeper and can't hear you. Let him see what a lewd and dignified mother he is now!"

"Snapped!"

"Ah! It's so hot... Lin Xuan... Young Master Lin... Ahh..."

Dao Baifeng could no longer hold back.

The electric current, a mixture of pain and pleasure, made her body burn, and her vision began to blur.

Looking at her son so close to her, her sense of guilt reached its peak.

Yu'er was right next to me... I was being whipped and abused right next to him...

This feeling... is so exciting! So exhilarating!

She no longer suppressed her emotions and let out unrestrained moans, her voice melodious and poignant, yet also filled with a strong sense of allure.

As the whipping continued, her body became increasingly sensitive, and her lower body was already overflowing with fluids, which flowed down her inner thighs and dripped onto the floor.

Looking at her delicate body, covered in red marks and trembling slightly, Lin Xuan knew that the time was almost right.

He threw away the whip, stepped forward, grabbed her slender waist, lifted her up, and then threw her heavily onto the soft couch.

Upon hearing this plea, Lin Xuan's eyes gleamed brightly.

This flower was finally plucked, and in his hands it blossomed with the most alluring and decadent colors.