Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"It needs to be guided and resolved through skin-to-skin contact and the interaction of yin and yang."

“Yesterday in the pavilion, I was calming my master’s inner fire to prevent her power from being damaged and her life from being in danger.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Bing's pretty face turned deathly pale, then flushed bright red.

Although she had some guesses in her heart, she was still greatly shocked to hear Lin Xuan say it so "frankly".

"Absurd! Where in the world can there be such an unheard-of skill and treatment?"

"You are clearly making excuses and trying to justify your actions!"

Luo Bing remained adamant, her tone firm, her eyes filled with distrust. She couldn't accept this explanation; it was too absurd and too contrary to her understanding of morality and ethics.

Lin Xuan looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. He didn't argue further, but simply took a step forward.

The movement was so fast that Luo Bing didn't have time to react. He reached out and pulled Luo Bing's graceful body into his embrace, gently but undeniably.

His embrace was warm and firm, carrying a strange yet unsettling masculine aura that instantly enveloped her.

"What are you doing?!" Luo Bing exclaimed in surprise.

She instinctively wanted to struggle, but her struggles seemed so powerless in front of him, like a trapped butterfly.

Lin Xuan didn't speak; his large hand gently rested on her back.

A strange and powerful internal force, carrying a chilling aura, instantly invaded her meridians!

Luo Bing's body trembled violently. The internal force surged through her body like icicles and burning fire.

First came the stinging pain, then the tingling numbness, and finally a surge of heat shooting from the tailbone straight to the forehead.

She felt her blood boiling, as if countless tiny electric currents were coursing through her limbs, making her feel unbearably itchy.

The feeling wasn't just pain; it was more of a strange temptation, as if it were peeling away all the shackles within her, releasing a repression she herself hadn't even noticed.

She tried to push him away, but her body felt as if it had been frozen in place, limp and powerless.

She even felt a tiny flame flickering in her dantian, spreading along her meridians, bringing a strange sense of anxiety and emptiness.

Is this the "heart fire" Lin Xuan mentioned? It's so uncomfortable, so torturous, yet it also carries a strange sense of comfort.

Her breathing became heavy, her cheeks burned, and her eyes began to glaze over.

That burning passion ignited like wildfire, instantly setting off the long-suppressed emotions deep within her heart.

Her delicate body began to soften slightly, and an indescribable emptiness and longing welled up deep within her, prompting her to instinctively seek to fill the void and seek a deeper connection.

Lin Xuan's face was inches away. His deep eyes held a hint of understanding, a hint of patience, and a hint of elusive allure.

His breath gently brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Luo Bing's consciousness blurred, and an unprecedented heat rose from her dantian. It was not a morbid heat, but more like a long-suppressed desire that had suddenly burst forth.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her delicate lips trembled slightly.

At that moment, she found herself, almost unconsciously, reaching out to meet those thin lips so close to hers.

Four lips touched, warm and soft.

Lin Xuan's kiss carried an aggressive force, yet it explored and teased cautiously.

He gently licked her lips, tracing their shape, and then slowly penetrated them.

Luo Bing felt a sudden roar in her mind, and all her resistance and shame collapsed at that moment.

Her exquisite body went limp, responding almost greedily. Her hands uncontrollably encircled his neck, her fingertips digging into his hair, with a hint of urgency and a touch of surrender.

Their lips intertwined, their breaths mingling.

She had never experienced such a passionate and unfamiliar kiss.

His kiss carried the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, as well as a wildness and passion she had never experienced before.

That burning passion was passed between their lips, and soothed and channeled in their intertwined embrace.

The heat coursing through her body was gradually absorbed and melted away with that kiss.

Just as Luo Bing was about to completely succumb, Lin Xuan suddenly stopped circulating his inner energy and gently parted their lips.

Luo Bing's body stiffened at first, then she leaned limply against Lin Xuan's chest, panting heavily.

Her pretty face was flushed red, her watery eyes were hazy, filled with shock, shyness, and a sense of ease and satisfaction that she herself could not deny.

Lin Xuan's gaze remained calm, but the smile on his lips deepened slightly.

He asked softly, "Now, does Miss Luo believe me?"

Luo Bing stood there, speechless for a long time.

She felt the inner fire within her body had completely dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented sense of clarity and openness.

It felt as if all the meridians in her body had been cleansed, so comfortable that she almost groaned out loud.

Could it be that what he said was true?

She lowered her eyes shyly, not daring to meet Lin Xuan's gaze.

That kiss was an experience she had never had before; its wildness and unrestraint made her feel both unfamiliar and fearful.

However, the comfort and satisfaction she felt made it impossible for her to deny the truth of what Lin Xuan said.

"I..." she stammered, finally managing to squeeze out a few words in a soft voice.

"I feel much better physically."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's smile deepened.

He reached out and gently smoothed the strands of hair that had fallen across her cheek, a tender and heart-stirring gesture.

"In that case, I beg you, Miss Luo, to keep this a secret for the sake of my master."

"I don't want to ruin my master's reputation."

His tone was sincere, with a hint of pleading.

Luo Bing was startled and looked up at him.

His eyes were deep and genuine.

She was filled with a mix of shock, shame, confusion, and worry for Huang Rong's safety.

"I...I understand," she said softly, her voice hoarse and tinged with an unprecedented weariness.

Lin Xuan nodded slightly, indicating his satisfaction.

He released Luo Bing, and before she could reply, he swayed and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, vanishing silently outside the door.

Only Luo Bing remained in the room, still in a state of disarray.

Luo Bing stood there, speechless for a long time.

She reached out and touched her burning cheeks, then touched her lips, which were still slightly numb.

The intense, electric-like tingling sensation seemed to linger in her body, reminding her that what had just happened was not an illusion.

She never imagined that one day she would be so disrespected by a man much younger than herself.

To her surprise, she didn't resist at all, and even went along with it.

This discovery filled her with shame, yet also a strange excitement and curiosity. This contradictory feeling tormented her soul.

The moral compass in her heart collapsed. The perfect world she had imagined suddenly shattered.

Chapter 52: No War in Xiangyang, Lin Xuan Wanders the Martial World (Bonus Chapter, End of Volume 1)

After that day, Luo Bing always felt awkward staying in Xiangyang.

I always get a strange feeling whenever I see Huang Rong or Lin Xuan.

After enduring it for three days, Luo Bing could no longer bear it.

That morning, she formally bid farewell to Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

"Master Guo, Chief Huang," she forced a smile, "I received news from the Red Flower Society headquarters that I have several important matters to attend to back home. I am very grateful for the trouble I have caused you these past few days. Farewell."

This reason is perfectly reasonable. Everyone knows that the Red Flower Society is very busy.

Guo Jing, being honest and kind, had no suspicions and immediately tried to persuade her to stay, saying, "Miss Luo, why are you in such a hurry? Now that the battle in Xiangyang has temporarily ceased, you can stay a few more days so that I can fulfill my duty as a host."

Huang Rong glanced at Luo Bing thoughtfully. She said gently, "Since the headquarters has important matters to attend to, we cannot insist that you stay. Miss Luo, the journey of the martial world is long, please be careful in all things. If you have free time in the future, you are welcome to visit Xiangyang again."

Luo Bing nodded gratefully, but dared not meet Huang Rong's gaze. She quickly packed her bags and prepared to leave.

As she was leaving, she inevitably encountered Lin Xuan, who had come to see her off, at the gate of the Guo residence.

He was still wearing a blue robe, standing against the wind.

"Miss Luo, have a safe journey," he said, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching Luo Bing's ears.

Luo Bing's body trembled almost imperceptibly. She lowered her head and forced out two words through clenched teeth: "Thank you."

Having said that, she dared not linger any longer. Almost as if fleeing, she mounted her horse and galloped away without looking back. Her hasty figure seemed as if a fierce tiger was chasing her from behind.

Lin Xuan watched the direction she had gone, a smile spreading across his lips.

Luo Bing's departure did not cause much of a stir in the Guo family.

The city of Xiangyang enjoyed a rare period of peace.

Ever since Lin Xuan swiftly and decisively destroyed the Mongol Wolf Cavalry amidst a vast army, the morale of the Mongol army had suffered an unprecedented blow. They seemed to have finally realized that in this fortified city, besides the war god-like Guo Jing, there was also a ghost-like figure, Lin Xuan, whose abilities defied common sense.

Therefore, the previously continuous siege battles temporarily ceased. The Mongol army retreated thirty miles to set up camp, besieging the city without attacking, seemingly waiting for a new opportunity or new orders.

This greatly relieved the soldiers and civilians throughout the city.

Although Guo Jing did not let his guard down, the tension he had been feeling for months finally gave him a moment to breathe. He devoted more of his energy to repairing the city's defenses and training the soldiers.

For Xiangyang, this was a time of peace and prosperity.

It was nighttime in Huang Rong's study. Lin Xuan and she were discussing something.

The flickering candlelight cast dappled shadows on the room's furnishings. The study was filled with the faint scent of ink and the delicate fragrance of a young woman, blending together to create a unique and captivating atmosphere.

Huang Rong sat at her desk, her figure slender and graceful, a simple silk dress outlining her exquisite curves. Her hair was loosely styled, with a few strands falling beside her ears, adding to her languid and charming appearance. She held a book in her hand, but hadn't turned the pages for a long time, her bright eyes fixed on Lin Xuan standing beside her.

"The Murong family is deeply rooted in Jiangnan, with a complex and intertwined power base. It's difficult to uproot them with just a letter," Lin Xuan whispered in her ear. "That high-ranking Mongol official has a mysterious identity. To be able to connect with someone like Murong Fu, he is no ordinary person. If we don't find out his background, he will eventually become a major threat."

Huang Rong, being Huang Rong after all, immediately grasped the key point when it came to serious matters: "You mean..."

"I want to go to Jiangnan." Lin Xuan's tone was calm and decisive. "To Suzhou. First, to deal with the traitor Murong Fu; second, to follow the clues and see if we can find out the background of that mysterious Mongol man. Only by dragging out these venomous snakes hiding in the shadows can Xiangyang truly rest easy."

After listening, Huang Rong fell into deep thought. She knew that Lin Xuan's words were all reasonable. Murong Fu's threat and the existence of that mysterious Mongol were indeed a sword hanging over Xiangyang. Lin Xuan, with his meticulous mind, was indeed the best person to investigate this matter.

but……

A strong sense of reluctance welled up in her heart.

These days, she's become lost in it. By day, she's the revered Chief Huang; by night, she experiences forbidden pleasures—pleasant yet addictive—in the arms of this excessively young disciple. She's grown accustomed to this double life, accustomed to his presence.

Now that he's gone, who knows when we'll see him again.

Lin Xuan seemed to sense her reluctance to part, and the arms around her waist tightened even more. He lowered his head, his lips close to her ear, and whispered intimately in a voice only they could hear:

"What? Master... are you reluctant to let me go?"

The warm breath, accompanied by that teasing "Master," sent shivers down Huang Rong's spine once more.

She bit her lower lip, her face flushed, torn between her inner turmoil. Reason told her she should let him go, for the sake of Xiangyang, for the greater good. But emotionally, she selfishly wished to keep him by her side forever.

In the end, reason prevailed over emotion.

"...The world is a dangerous place, and the Jiangnan region is even more treacherous." Her voice trembled slightly. "You...be careful in everything you do."

A smile played on Lin Xuan's lips. He turned Huang Rong around so she was facing him, then lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

The following day, in the main hall of the Guo residence.

An atmosphere of farewell enveloped everyone.

The morning sunlight streamed into the hall, but it couldn't dispel the faint melancholy.

Guo Fu was the one who showed it most obviously. Her bright eyes were now as red as a rabbit's, brimming with tears, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She tightly gripped Lin Xuan's sleeve, her slender fingers almost wrinkling his fabric, her face full of reluctance.

The young girl's feelings were pure and passionate; she made no attempt to hide her longing. She looked up at Lin Xuan's handsome face, her voice trembling with emotion, "Junior brother, you must come back soon!"

She even pulled out a beautifully embroidered pouch from her bosom. The pouch was embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks, and although the embroidery was a little crooked, it had a charmingly childlike quality. She shyly placed it in Lin Xuan's hand, her cheeks flushed: "This is... I embroidered it myself. You must keep it close to your body!"

Lin Xuan took the purse, looked at the slightly crooked embroidered mandarin duck on it, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.