Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Without further hesitation, he abruptly unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the ferocious, massive thing that had been poised to strike.

He held the hot, hard thing and aimed it at the already wet and hot entrance.

"Since the princess is so sincerely asking for my services, then I will grant your wish!"

Before he could finish speaking, his waist suddenly sank.

"Pfft!"

The enormous object, like a hammer that shatters a city, with unparalleled momentum, instantly pierced through that tight, moist valley, reaching deep into the heart of the flower!

"Ah ah!!!"

Dao Baifeng let out a heart-wrenching cry of joy, her whole body suddenly stiffening, her eyes almost rolling back.

The feeling of being completely filled and stretched to the limit made her feel like her soul was about to leave her body.

Lin Xuan gave her no chance to breathe, launching a fierce and relentless assault from the very beginning.

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"

It was the crisp sound of flesh colliding violently, echoing in the small space, even drowning out the birdsong outside the window.

The soft couch shook violently, groaning and creaking.

Everything finally returned to calm.

Only the heavy breathing of the two remained.

Lin Xuan lay on Dao Baifeng's sweat-dampened body, feeling her trembling gradually subside.

Dao Baifeng, meanwhile, had already rolled his eyes back, lost consciousness, and lay there limp, with only a satisfied smile on his lips.

Beside the disheveled sheets, Duan Yu remained asleep peacefully.

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Chapter 215: New Situation

After leaving the Prince of Zhennan's mansion, Lin Xuan felt refreshed and light on his feet.

For the next ten days or so, he lived like a god.

Springtime is ever-present in Lin Xuan's residence.

"Brother Xuan, please...please don't always bully Sister Mu, hehe."

Inside the bedroom, red candles burned brightly, and brocade curtains hung low.

On a large bed that can accommodate four or five people, a scene that will make your nose bleed is unfolding.

Zhong Ling clung to Lin Xuan's back like an octopus, her delicate white hands drawing circles on his chest.

Beneath Lin Xuan lay Mu Wanqing, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom and her eyes glazed over.

Since that morning when the three of them shared a bed, the unspoken understanding between them has been completely broken.

At first, Mu Wanqing was quite resistant, and after each time she would feel ashamed and indignant for a long time, feeling that she had fallen and was shameless.

But under the persistent pleading of Zhong Ling, this "little devil," and Lin Xuan's domineering yet gentle approach, her proud heart slowly melted, and she finally accepted this "three-person" life.

In fact, this has become a nightly ritual for them.

"Ling'er, you're being biased. You were the one who said you wanted to see Sister Mu use that pose."

Lin Xuan grinned mischievously and gave that pert buttocks a sharp slap.

"Ah... um..." Mu Wanqing let out a suppressed moan, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands, burying her head in the pillow in shame, "You... you two... teamed up to bully me..."

Although she said that, her body was extremely honest in cooperating with Lin Xuan's movements.

In the past ten days or so, it's as if she's opened the door to a new world.

In the past, she only knew the dangers of the martial world and how to kill with swordsmanship; she was a complete novice when it came to matters of love and sex.

Now, under the tutelage of Lin Xuan, this "renowned teacher," she has learned so many things that she never dared to imagine before.

From being stiff and lifeless at the beginning to being as supple as a boneless fish now; from only being able to close her eyes and endure to now knowing how to stretch her body to please and flatter; she can even perfectly perform some difficult positions with the help of her long and beautiful legs.

"Wanqing, lower your waist a little more and stick your butt out higher," Lin Xuan commanded, his voice domineering.

Mu Wanqing trembled, but obediently did as she was told.

Her already slender waist slumped into a breathtaking arc, presenting her full, round peach-shaped buttocks high in front of Lin Xuan, like a fine dish waiting to be savored.

"Good girl." Lin Xuan patted her cheek approvingly, then lowered his waist and thrust in hard.

"Ah—!!" Mu Wanqing tilted her head back and let out a long, mournful cry, which was also a sound of pleasure.

Zhong Ling watched from the side, her big eyes sparkling with excitement, and she even reached out her little hand to touch the snow rabbit on Mu Wanqing's chest that swayed violently with the movement:

"Sister Mu is so pretty, and her voice is so sweet. I want one too! Brother Xuan, I want one too!"

"Don't worry, no one can escape tonight."

One night of debauchery, and the whole room was filled with spring.

Outside, Lin Xuan's happiness never ceased.

He not only enjoyed the blessings of having multiple wives at home, but also lived a very carefree life outside.

He often swaggered to the Prince of Zhennan's mansion, fanning himself with a folding fan.

"Haha, Brother Lin, your arrival has truly brought honor to my humble abode!"

Every time Duan Zhengchun saw Lin Xuan, he was incredibly enthusiastic, pulling him to the dinner table, completely unaware that the green hats on his head had piled up like a tower.

Duan Yu circled around Lin Xuan with an expression of admiration: "Brother Lin, after you treated my body last time, I felt much better, but I've been feeling a little dizzy these past few days. I wonder if I need to have some more treatment?"

Lin Xuan maintained his gentlemanly demeanor: "Brother Duan is a lucky man, he only needs to rest. If you feel unwell again, just call me anytime."

After a few rounds of drinks, Lin Xuan would always find an excuse, under the pretext of "discussing Taoist principles," to naturally enter the backyard.

There, a tamed "female beast" was already anxiously waiting.

Dao Baifeng's secret room has now become her exclusive training room.

As soon as Lin Xuan arrives, this usually aloof and indifferent princess, who is cold to Duan Zhengchun, immediately becomes a completely different person.

Over the course of these ten days, Dao Baifeng finally succumbed to his clutches.

She would voluntarily take off her thin Taoist robe and, following Lin Xuan's instructions, change into some special clothing.

Sometimes it's bound by a few red ropes, sometimes by transparent gauze, and sometimes it's just a collar with bells.

"Young master...you've finally arrived..."

Dao Baifeng knelt at Lin Xuan's feet, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with infatuation and submission.

She skillfully helped Lin Xuan take off his shoes, then rubbed her cheek against Lin Xuan's calf like a cat longing for affection.

"Feng'er, have you been missing me terribly these past few days?" Lin Xuan ruthlessly stepped on her full breasts, wantonly trampling on her dignity.

"I...I miss you so much...I think about your precious treasure every day...I...I'm just a slut who can't live without a man..."

Dao Baifeng was panting heavily, and if outsiders heard what she was saying, they would probably be shocked.

This extreme contrast is exactly what Lin Xuan enjoys most.

While Duan Yu and Duan Zhengchun were still having a lively discussion in the front hall, their mothers and wives were being wantonly played with by another man in the backyard, just like female dogs, and he even seemed to enjoy it.

This perverse pleasure kept Lin Xuan entertained for over ten days.

However, this peaceful period was eventually shattered.

Early that morning, Lin Xuan was resting in the courtyard as usual when a series of urgent knocks broke the morning's tranquility.

When he opened the door, he saw a young monk dressed in the robes of Tianlong Temple, looking extremely flustered.

"Young Master Lin! Something has happened! Grandmaster Uncle Yideng requests your immediate attention!"

Lin Xuan sheathed his sword and stood there, his brows slightly furrowed: "What's the matter that you're so flustered?"

The young monk gasped for breath, his eyes filled with terror: "Tianlong Temple... Tianlong Temple was attacked last night! My grand-uncle Kurong... he has perished!"

"what?!"

Lin Xuan felt puzzled.

Tianlong Temple in Dali is the sacred place of martial arts for the Duan family of Dali. Kurong is one of the most senior and strongest martial arts masters in Tianlong Temple.

How could someone actually kill him inside Tenryu-ji Temple?

This was no ordinary feud between江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world).

Lin Xuan keenly sensed the scent of a conspiracy.

If we don't go and see, this play might not be able to continue.

"Lead the way," Lin Xuan said in a deep voice.

Tianlong Temple is backed by Cangshan Mountain and faces Erhai Lake, making it a magnificent sight.

Normally filled with the sounds of chanting and the flourishing of incense, it was the royal temple of the Dali Kingdom.

However, today, the entire Tenryu-ji Temple is shrouded in a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

Outside the mountain gate, white banners fluttered, and the monks all wore sorrowful expressions, holding their discipline sticks as if facing a formidable enemy.

Led by the young monk, Lin Xuan made his way straight inside without any obstacles.

Before even entering the hall, one could hear the deep chanting of scriptures coming from inside.

Upon entering the hall, one sees a corpse covered with a white sheet lying on the floor in the center.

Several eminent monks sat around him, the one in the lead having a compassionate face and a long, flowing beard, but with deep worry and weariness between his brows.

It was Master Yideng.

“Master Yideng.” Lin Xuan stepped forward and clasped his hands together.

Master Yideng slowly opened his eyes, and upon seeing Lin Xuan, a glint of light flashed in his eyes. He managed to rise and return the greeting.

“Amitabha, Layman Lin has arrived. I have been busy with the funeral arrangements and have failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me.”

"Master, you flatter me." Lin Xuan glanced at the white cloth on the ground and asked in a deep voice, "I heard that Master Kurong was attacked last night. What exactly happened? With Master Kurong's cultivation, there are very few people in this world who can hurt him, let alone in Tianlong Temple, where there are many experts."

Master Yideng sighed deeply and said with a solemn expression:

"To be honest, this happened very suddenly and very strangely. Late the night before last, the temple was completely silent. Suddenly, a very intense fighting sound came from the direction of Brother Kurong's meditation room. Although the sound was brief, the energy was so strong that it shattered the surrounding tiles."

"Upon hearing the news, this old monk and several other junior brothers rushed there, taking only a few dozen breaths. But when we arrived..."

Master Yideng's voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating that the scene still haunted him.

"Brother Kurong has fallen into a pool of blood and died. The martial monks guarding outside the meditation room are also lying dead on the spot, their deaths gruesome."

"Where is the murderer?" Lin Xuan asked.

“They got away.” Master Yideng shook his head. “We only saw a dark shadow rush towards the back mountain at an astonishing speed. We couldn’t catch up, and we were worried that it was a diversionary tactic, so we dared not pursue them too far.”

As he spoke, Lin Xuan looked toward the back of the hall and tentatively said, "Master, although I do not understand Buddhism, I have some knowledge of medicine and martial arts. If it is convenient, may I take a look at Master Kurong's body? Perhaps I can deduce the murderer's methods from the wounds, so as to avenge the master."

Master Yideng shook his head, a hint of apology on his face:

“I appreciate Mr. Lin’s kindness. However, my senior brother has been gone for a long time. According to the rules of our Buddhist sect, in order to let the deceased rest in peace, his body was placed in a coffin and sealed this morning. It is really inconvenient to disturb him any further.”

At this point, Master Yideng paused, his expression becoming unusually solemn: "However, since Layman Lin has asked, I will not hide anything. I have already carefully examined my senior brother's body."

"Oh? What did you discover, Master?" Lin Xuan asked.

Master Yideng took a deep breath, seemingly still shaken by the memory of the horrific wound:

"My senior brother's bones were all shattered, but that wasn't the fatal injury. The most terrifying thing was a palm print on his chest. The skin around the palm print was dark green and exuded a suffocatingly cold aura. My senior brother's blood, meridians, and even his internal organs were instantly frozen by this cold aura."

"Even though the person had been dead for a long time, the cold poison remained condensed and did not dissipate, and it was piercing to the bone when touched, like ancient ice that had been frozen for ten thousand years."

Hearing this, Lin Xuan had already made up his mind.

He spoke slowly, his tone resolute: "Insidious and vicious, its chilling poison attacks the heart. In this world, there are not many palm techniques with this characteristic, but there is probably only one that can reach such a level that even Master Kurong could not withstand."

Master Yideng looked intently at Lin Xuan: "Layman Lin, you've thought of that too?"

"Mysterious Netherworld Palm." Lin Xuan coldly uttered four words.

"Amitabha." Master Yideng closed his eyes and uttered a Buddhist chant, clearly agreeing with this deduction.