Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"No...no...I absolutely can't..."

Qin Hongmian shook her head desperately, trying to shake off this terrible thought.

However, Lin Xuan's movements beneath her became increasingly violent, each impact feeling as if he were trying to shatter her soul.

Moreover, Lin Xuan's complexion, which had initially improved, began to fluctuate again due to her lack of physical strength and inability to cooperate effectively, and the heat rose up once more.

“Xuanlang…”

Looking at Lin Xuan's pained face, Qin Hongmian's moral defenses finally crumbled in the face of life and death.

Compared to all those so-called principles of propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame, what meaning would all of this have if Lin Xuan died?

Moreover... that girl Wanqing already belongs to him, body and soul.

"That's enough...that's enough..."

Two lines of clear tears slid down Qin Hongmian's cheeks.

With the last ounce of strength in her body, she let out a trembling, tearful cry, filled with utter shame, through the slightly ajar crack in the doorway:

"Wanqing...come in! Come in quickly!"

Outside.

Mu Wanqing paced back and forth anxiously, like an ant on a hot pan.

Although Qin Hongmian deliberately suppressed the noise inside the house, the bamboo house was not well soundproofed to begin with, and martial arts practitioners have sharp ears and eyes.

The faint sounds of impact, the creaking of the bed, and the master's suppressed groans, a mixture of pain and pleasure...

If Mu Wanqing still didn't know what had happened inside, then she was a fool.

Although she had not been intimate for long, she understood that it was a matter between men and women.

Master was actually... saving Xuanlang with his own body?

This realization made her blush and her heart race. She felt both curiosity about "dual cultivation for healing" and a strange mix of sadness and envy.

Just then, the master's desperate shouts came from inside the house.

"Wanqing...come in!"

The voice sounded so weak and urgent, as if it were about to stop breathing at any moment.

Mu Wanqing was startled. Had something unexpected happened?

She no longer cared about rules and pushed open the door, rushing inside.

"Master! What's wrong..."

Before she could finish speaking, the sight before her froze her in place, as if struck by lightning.

The large bamboo couch was in complete disarray.

The bedding was in disarray, and the air was filled with a strong scent of photinia flowers.

The master who was usually aloof and even somewhat cold and stern was now lying naked on top of Lin Xuan.

Her snow-white body was covered with fine beads of sweat, which gleamed alluringly in the candlelight.

Her black hair was scattered messily on Lin Xuan's chest, her beautiful face was flushed, her eyes were unfocused and glazed, and there was even a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Lin Xuan, however, kept his eyes closed, and the area between his legs remained as menacing as steel, instinctively making the most primal movements.

The scene was utterly absurd, shattering Mu Wanqing's still-naive worldview.

"Master...Master..." Mu Wanqing stammered, covering her eyes with her hands, but she couldn't help but peek through her fingers. She felt hot all over and her legs went weak.

"Wanqing...don't look..." Qin Hongmian turned her head with difficulty, her voice hoarse beyond belief, "I can't take it anymore...he's about to kill me...his internal energy is too strong...I can't withstand it alone..."

She stretched out a hand and weakly beckoned to Mu Wanqing, "Quick...quickly come and help your teacher...help your Xuanlang..."

"Help? How can we help?" Mu Wanqing's mind was completely blank as she looked at the scene.

"Take off your clothes...come up..." Qin Hongmian closed her eyes, as if she had used all her courage to say these words, "Use your body...use your true energy to take my place...guide his yang energy out...otherwise, Lin Xuan will die here..."

"what?"

Mu Wanqing was stunned.

To succeed the master?

With Master? In this situation?

But when she saw Qin Hongmian's swaying and unsteady appearance, she really looked like she had exhausted herself to the limit.

Looking at Lin Xuan again, his face was still flushed, clearly still in danger.

Save Xuanlang!

This thought instantly overwhelmed all shyness.

"I...I understand!"

Mu Wanqing bit her lower lip and tremblingly untied her black sheer nightgown.

The black veil fell to the ground, like a black rose blooming on the earth.

The girl's delicate body, as white as fresh snow yet as firm as jade, was clearly revealed in the candlelight.

Her slender waist, her long and straight legs, and her secluded valley that holds endless allure—everywhere she goes, she exudes temptation.

She climbed onto the bed shyly, knelt beside Qin Hongmian, her eyes darting away yet resolute.

Qin Hongmian struggled to get off Lin Xuan, collapsing to the side panting heavily, revealing Lin Xuan's still erect weapon.

The ferocious appearance made Mu Wanqing shrink back in fear.

"Don't be afraid... he's doing this to save a life..." Qin Hongmian weakly instructed from the side, her voice trembling slightly, "Sit on it... circulate your inner energy... you must stay steady..."

Mu Wanqing closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, and straddled Lin Xuan's waist.

"uh-huh!"

As her body sank, the girl let out a clear cry.

Tight, warm, enveloping.

Lin Xuan seemed to sense new vitality. His previously depleted true qi circulation started running wildly again after encountering this brand-new pure yin energy.

"It's so swollen... Xuanlang..."

Mu Wanqing placed her hands on Lin Xuan's chest, rising and falling with his movements.

Her long, jet-black hair danced with her movements, creating a striking visual contrast between the black strands and her snow-white skin.

Qin Hongmian lay to the side, watching this scene unfold.

She watched as the daughter she had raised with her own hands made love to the same man in the very spot where she had just lain.

Watching her daughter's increasingly dazed, painful yet joyful expression, and hearing the familiar soft moans in her ear.

A strange sense of satisfaction and an absurd sense of relief after breaking a taboo welled up within her.

"That's about it... Could it get any worse?"

She gave a wry smile, reached out and grasped one of Lin Xuan's hands, attempting to channel some of her inner energy into him from the side.

And so, in this bamboo hut late at night, a shocking and extraordinary healing drama unfolded.

Lin Xuan's body contained far too much violent true energy. Although Mu Wanqing was young and had good physical strength, she could not withstand the storm-like demands.

Before long, she too was defeated, panting heavily, unable to move any further.

"I can't go on... Master..." Mu Wanqing pleaded for help, her voice trembling with tears.

At this moment, Qin Hongmian, who had regained some strength, sighed as she looked at her daughter's disheveled appearance and Lin Xuan's gradually stabilizing but still needing guidance breathing.

She propped herself up with her plump, soft body and crawled over.

"It's also a tragedy... Let me do it..."

And so, the spring light inside the bamboo house never ceased that night.

This master and apprentice had to abandon all worldly shame and barriers in order to save the same beloved man.

One act ends, another begins.

One is as ripe and beautiful as a peach, full of charm; the other is as pure and aloof as a secluded orchid, firm and captivating.

They took turns using their own bodies as furnaces to receive the fiery yang energy and to calm the icy tyranny.

Later, the two of them even joined forces, their limbs intertwined and skin to skin, weaving a breathtakingly beautiful picture on this not-so-large bamboo bed, a picture so beautiful it could corrupt even gods and Buddhas.

Sweat, tears, and love fluids mingled together.

The moon outside the bamboo grove hid behind the clouds, seemingly ashamed to witness the scene inside the house.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon.

The commotion inside the house finally subsided completely.

Lin Xuan's internal energy finally calmed down.

He slowly opened his eyes; the crimson in them had faded, replaced by clarity and brilliance.

He looked down at his chest.

On the left, Qin Hongmian, like a lazy Persian cat, was curled up in his arms.

Her purple nightgown was nowhere to be found; she was only covered by half a blanket, revealing her snow-white shoulders covered in hickeys and a large expanse of dazzlingly full breasts.

She was clearly exhausted, her breathing heavy, and tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, but the melancholy between her brows seemed to have dissipated considerably in this frenzy, replaced by a radiant glow from being nourished.

On the right, Mu Wanqing, like a frightened but comforted little rabbit, clung tightly to his chest.

She rested her head on Lin Xuan's arm, her hand still holding Lin Xuan's fingers.

The girl's smooth, jade-like back was completely exposed, with several bluish-red finger marks on it, traces left by Lin Xuan when he was aroused.

She was sleeping soundly, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream.

This stunningly beautiful mother and daughter lay naked and defenseless in his arms, sharing the same bed and serving the same husband.

Lin Xuan watched this incredibly erotic scene, a smug, wicked smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Going mad with cultivation? Ha..."

He gently stroked Qin Hongmian's smooth back and then pinched Mu Wanqing's pert nose.

If not, how could we break through Qin Hongmian's strong defenses?

How can we expect these two people to willingly set aside all their differences and be completely honest with each other on this bed?

He held the two women in his arms tightly and fell asleep peacefully in this gentle embrace.

The plan was a resounding success.

Chapter 233: Slowly Adjusting

The sun was high in the sky, inside the bamboo house.

Qin Hongmian let out a soft moan and slowly opened her eyes.

The familiar bamboo roof came into view, but the soreness and weakness in her body and the tingling sensation from overuse instantly cleared her mind, and the absurd and crazy memories of last night flooded back like a tide.

She subconsciously reached out to touch her side, and found it slightly cool to the touch; Lin Xuan was no longer in bed.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but then her breath caught in her throat again when her gaze fell on another delicate body beside her.

Mu Wanqing was still fast asleep.

The girl is usually very alert when she sleeps, always holding something in her hand, but she was exhausted last night. Now she is curled up in the quilt like a cat, revealing half of her smooth, rounded shoulder and her still slightly flushed, childlike sleeping face.

Looking at her daughter's peaceful sleeping face, Qin Hongmian felt a mix of emotions.

Shame, absurdity, heartache, helplessness... all sorts of emotions intertwined.

Who would have thought that she would end up like this?

Not only did she break a vow she'd kept for years for a man, but she even dragged her own daughter into this bed together...

"Ugh……"

Qin Hongmian sighed silently, her face burning hot.

She recalled how she had begged Wanqing to come in last night, how she had shamelessly cried out in front of Wanqing, and even how the two of them had served Lin Xuan while lying on top of each other...