Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"It hurts... but... but it feels so good..." Dao Baifeng bit her lip, her eyes filled with seductive allure, and her voice trembled as she answered.

"What a shameless wretch." Lin Xuan sneered, the whip in his hand falling one after another, neither too hard nor too light, specifically targeting the sensitive buttocks and inner thighs.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"Ah... um... Master... hit me harder... hit me harder..."

Dao Baifeng lay on the ground with her buttocks raised high, enduring the whipping while emitting blush-inducing moans.

Normally, she is a loving and dignified mother in front of Duan Yu, and a proud and aloof princess in front of Duan Zhengchun. But who would have thought that in the secret room of Yuxu Temple, she is actually a harlot who longs to be abused and humiliated?

If Duan Yu were to witness this scene, he would likely be utterly shocked and his worldview would be shattered.

The Taoist hat, the Taoist robe, and the identity of the princess all became fuel for the celebration.

Looking at the stimulating scene before him, Lin Xuan's violent desires and lust exploded completely.

He threw away the whip, grabbed Dao Baifeng's hair, and forced her to raise her head.

"Look at yourself now, where is the slightest bit of a princess?" Lin Xuan mocked. "You're just like a puppy in heat."

"Yes...I am...I am my master's little dog...woof woof..." Dao Baifeng's eyes were glazed over, and she actually imitated a dog's bark twice, her voice full of flattery and humility.

"Alright, since you're a female dog, then I should feed you properly!"

Lin Xuan could no longer restrain himself. He roughly pressed her down on the bed and, without any foreplay, thrust himself into her!

"Pfft!"

"what--!!!"

The feeling of being instantly filled and stretched made Dao Baifeng let out a high-pitched scream.

Even for a woman like her who had given birth, Lin Xuan's penis was still incredibly large and difficult to bear.

"It's too big... Master... It's going to burst... Waaah..."

"You'll have to suffer the consequences even if you overeat!"

Lin Xuan gripped the pair of enormous jade rabbits with both hands, kneading them into various shapes with force, while his lower body thrust wildly like a pile driver. Each impact was accompanied by the crisp sound of flesh slapping against flesh and Dao Baifeng's broken moans.

"Can that good-for-nothing Duan Zhengchun satisfy you? Huh? Speak up!"

"No...no...no one but Master...ah...it's too deep...it feels like I'm going to die..." Dao Baifeng was tossed about in the storm, her reason long gone. She gripped Lin Xuan's arm tightly with both hands, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

This extreme humiliation and extreme pleasure intertwined, giving her an unprecedented orgasm.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xuan let out a low roar and poured all his essence into her depths.

The scalding heat seemed to melt her very soul.

The rain has just stopped.

Dao Baifeng lay limp on the bed like a lump of mud, his body covered with red whip marks and kiss marks, his hair disheveled, his Taoist hat askew, but his eyes revealed an extremely satisfied emptiness.

Lin Xuan sat to the side, slowly putting on his clothes.

"I'm leaving," he said calmly, as if the madness that had just occurred had never happened.

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking Dao Baifeng from his lingering reverie.

She sat up abruptly, ignoring the soreness and nakedness in her body, and hugged Lin Xuan from behind, pressing her face against his back, tears instantly welling up in her eyes.

"Master, don't go...please don't go!" Her voice was filled with longing and fear. "What will I do if you leave?"

She had already become addicted to Lin Xuan's domineering and affectionate ways, and now asking her to return to that life of abstinence was worse than killing her.

Lin Xuan turned around, gently wiping away her tears, his tone domineering: "I have things to do. Dali may be nice, but it's not my final destination."

"But……"

“No buts.” Lin Xuan interrupted her, his tone carrying a hint of warning. “I will come again next time. While I’m away, you better behave yourself and protect this body. Remember, from now on, you are no longer anyone’s queen; you are just my personal plaything.”

As he spoke, he reached out and slapped her pert buttocks hard again.

"Have you remembered who you are?"

Dao Baifeng trembled, but obediently nodded, snuggling back into his arms like a docile kitten, or a pet that had truly recognized its owner: "Remember... I'm your... your little dog. I'll always wait for you here, and you'll be the only one to play with me..."

This extremely humiliating title, when uttered by her at this moment, became the most affectionate vow.

Lin Xuan smiled with satisfaction, gave her a final deep kiss on the forehead, then turned and left without looking back, disappearing into the vast night.

Only Dao Baifeng remained, clutching the pillow that still carried his scent, unwilling to let go for a long time.

The next morning, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Lin Xuan and his group packed their belongings and prepared to leave Dali City.

But before leaving the city, Lin Xuan made a special trip to the palace.

However, he did not go in to see Princess Qingxiang.

This parting is better left as a memory than a meeting; if we were to meet, it would only bring more sorrow.

He summoned Princess Qingxiang's personal maid and solemnly took out a delicate white jade porcelain bottle from his bosom.

"Give this to the princess," Lin Xuan instructed.

The pills in this bottle are quite special.

This was made by Lin Xuan by combining the unique recipe for "Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill" that he learned from his master Huang Rong, and then making his own improvements.

The Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill is a sacred medicine of Peach Blossom Island, made from the dew of nine rare flowers, and has the miraculous effects of replenishing qi and blood, and prolonging life.

On top of that, Lin Xuan actually added a special "medicinal guide," which was a liquid essence containing special and miraculous properties that could cure all poisons.

Princess Qingxiang was frail and sickly, suffering from cold poisoning and constantly afflicted by the erosion of ice and cold.

Ordinary medicines are ineffective in curing the disease, but this specially made pill is an excellent tonic that uses yang to counteract yin.

Although this cannot completely cure the congenital cold poison in her body, it is enough to greatly suppress the outbreak of cold energy for a long time, so that she no longer has to endure the pain of feeling like she is in an ice cellar every time it is cloudy or rainy, and her complexion can also become much rosier.

"Tell the princess that although Lin Xuan is gone, he has never forgotten his promise to her. Tell her to take her medicine on time, and that when I return next time, I will definitely cure her illness completely."

The maid took the medicine bottle, feeling the warm touch of the bottle, and quickly bowed respectfully in response.

The warm pavilion in Princess Qingxiang's residence.

Princess Qingxiang, wearing a thick white fox fur coat, leaned against the soft couch with a pale face, gazing absently at the falling leaves outside the window.

She naturally knew that Lin Xuan had left today, but she was weak and did not want to lose her composure in front of others, so she could only hide here and grieve alone.

"Princess, Young Master Lin has sent something via a messenger." A maidservant entered carrying a porcelain bottle.

Upon hearing this, Qingxiang's previously dim eyes instantly lit up, and she sat up straight eagerly: "Quick... quick, let me see it!"

As she held the warm, white jade bottle in her hand and heard the maid relay the words, "Wait for me. Next time we meet, I will cure your illness," two lines of clear tears instantly streamed down her pale, beautiful face.

She uncorked the bottle, and a strange, refreshing fragrance mixed with a faint floral scent wafted out. Just one sniff made her feel as if the chill that had lingered in her chest for years had dissipated somewhat.

"enemy……"

Qingxiang pressed the medicine bottle tightly against her chest, as if it were Lin Xuan's heartbeat.

She closed her eyes, a poignant yet hopeful smile playing on her lips.

He really hadn't forgotten me.

Even if no one comes, this bottle of medicine and these words are enough to sustain her through the long years of waiting.

"I will wait. Even if it's a year, ten years, a lifetime... as long as it's you, I will wait."

Outside the window, a gust of wind blew by, swirling up a few fallen petals that flew towards the outskirts of the city, seemingly chasing after that departing figure.

Chapter 229: Gan Baobao: Ling'er too...

After leaving Dali City, Lin Xuan did not linger with the two women, but turned back directly and returned to Wanjie Valley.

Wanjie Valley remains as serene and elegant as ever. The iconic banyan tree at the valley entrance is lush and verdant, its aerial roots drooping like an old man's beard, swaying gently in the breeze.

As soon as the three entered the valley, a beautiful figure hurriedly came out from the inner hall to greet them.

It was none other than the mistress of Wanjie Valley, the "Pretty Night Demon" Gan Baobao.

Since Lin Xuan left with Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing, Gan Baobao's days have felt like an eternity.

Although she had to handle miscellaneous matters in the valley on a daily basis, only she knew that her heart had long since flown away with that domineering man.

It was during those sleepless nights that she truly realized that the man who had once forced his way into her world under the pretext of saving her life had long since become an inseparable master in her life.

Gan Baobao is still radiant today.

Her beautiful face exuded a mature charm that young girls lacked.

Her skin was fair and delicate, radiating a lustrous glow under the light and shadow, as tender and beautiful as ever, as if you could squeeze water out of it with a gentle pinch.

Her long, jet-black hair was casually tied into a loose bun at the back of her head, with the remaining strands falling around her snow-white neck, exuding a moist and alluring languid charm.

Those eyes held both the infatuation and adoration of a long-awaited reunion, and a hint of undisguised melancholy and affection, as if they had a thousand words to say.

A slight downward glance reveals her breathtakingly beautiful figure.

Today she wore a perfectly tailored pale yellow silk dress, the fabric of which was extremely soft and clung tightly to her mature and voluptuous body.

As the skirt swayed, a pair of long, shapely legs could be vaguely seen, appearing and disappearing, sparking endless imagination.

She exudes a mature, voluptuous, and alluring charm.

"host……"

When Gan Baobao saw Lin Xuan, her cherry-red, full lips pouted slightly. Before she could even utter a soft cry, she saw her daughter and Mu Wanqing behind her, and two red clouds instantly rose on her face.

Her fair cheeks instantly turned crimson, and with a touch of coquettishness and shyness, she looked even more charming.

She swallowed the words back and changed her tone, saying, "Young Master Lin...you're back."

Although she changed her words, the deep affection in her beautiful eyes could not be concealed.

She strode forward, wanting to reach out and pull Lin Xuan, but then hesitated, mindful of the younger person behind her, and her hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air halfway through its reach.

Lin Xuan, however, showed no hesitation. He reached out and grasped her soft, boneless hands, gently squeezing them in his palm. He grinned mischievously and said, "What? It's only been a short time, and you don't recognize me anymore?"

Two blushes instantly rose on Gan Baobao's face. She lowered her head shyly, but her heart was filled with sweetness.

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling, who were standing behind Lin Xuan, exchanged a glance.

These two girls are now Lin Xuan's real women, and they are very perceptive of the subtle aura between men and women.

Looking at Gan Baobao's shy and timid appearance with her longing eyes, how could she not understand what this elder was thinking?

Zhong Ling stuck out her tongue and whispered in Mu Wanqing's ear, "Sister Mu, look at my mother, the way she looks at Brother Xuan is practically drooling. Shouldn't we be sensible and not get in her way?"

Although Mu Wanqing was aloof, she nodded and said, "That's fine. I've been through a lot with him these past few days, so it's good for me to rest."

Then Zhong Ling jumped in and said, "Mother, Brother Xuan must be tired from his long journey. Since you've come to pick us up, let's go back to our room and pack our things! Please take good care of Brother Xuan!"

After saying that, the girl winked at Lin Xuan, then pulled Mu Wanqing and ran off to the back room, leaving the large space to the two who had been separated for so long.

Watching the two girls leave, Gan Baobao felt both relieved and inexplicably guilty.

But soon, this feeling was overwhelmed by intense longing.

"enemy……"

With no one else around, Gan Baobao no longer needed to suppress her emotions. She tightly grasped Lin Xuan's large hand, her body went limp, and she leaned into Lin Xuan's broad and warm embrace.

"Missed me?" Lin Xuan put his arm around her slender yet voluptuous waist and lowered his head to smell the faint orchid fragrance in her hair.

"Mmm..." Gan Baobao buried her face in his chest, greedily inhaling the man's scent. "I miss you so much, it hurts my heart. I'm afraid you'll never come back, and forget that there's still a woman waiting for you in this Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities."

"Silly girl, I have my personal technician here, how could I bear not to come back?" Lin Xuan teased, his large hand sliding down her back and gently patting her firm, full buttocks.

"Snapped."

The crisp sound sent a shiver through Gan Baobao's body, her legs went weak, and the long-lost tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her body.

"Let's go for a walk in the garden; it's quiet there," Lin Xuan suggested.

"Okay, I'll do whatever Master says." Gan Baobao was like a docile kitten, letting Lin Xuan hug her as they walked deeper into the garden.

The garden in Wanjie Valley was very well maintained, and it was currently in full bloom, a riot of spring colors.

Camellias of various colors vie for attention, bees and butterflies flutter about, and artificial hills and strange rocks are arranged in a pleasing manner. A winding path meanders through the area, making it appear exceptionally quiet and elegant.

The two strolled among the flowers, the afterglow of the setting sun casting long, overlapping shadows on them.

As Lin Xuan walked, he casually recounted the events that had occurred in Dali City, including the thrilling fight scenes.